“Do you really not love me?” Mitzy asked. “No, of course not,” Boris replied, “We need the money but if your blow jobs are as good as in the movies I’m sure we will rub along just fine!” “My friend Gobbie Gobroski does the close ups for me ‘cause I gag,” Mitzy said sadly, “She is very good.”. “Great!” Boris said sarcastically, “Wave to the peasants.” The carriage swept into the Royal Palace and out of the gaze of public and TV crews alike who believed blowjob that a magnificent feast was waiting whereas in fact it was chicken wings, parsnips, carrots and brocoli, with vegetable soup to start and deep pan pizza with strawberry topping for dessert, all washed down with very strong thick dark brown locally brewed beer, which was very good for staining pine wood to look gangbang like oak and tasted like a mix of engine oil and paint remover. “Is this it?” Mitzy said as she surveyed the bare oak table with its motley collection of folding chairs and wider variety of cutlery. “What do you expect, we sold the family silver years ago,” Boris affirmed. “Something fit for a Prince maybe?” Mitzy suggested. “Only on camera, but eat your fill,” Boris suggested, “We have an hour and twenty minutes before the consummation.” Heinrich sidled up with Alicia on his arm, “Congratulations,” he said staring at Mitzy’s tits, “You cumshot were magnificent!” “Magnificent,” Alicia said absent mindedly as she too stared at Mitzy’s perfect E cup tits. “Ain’t they just,” Mitzy said, “Best two hundred dollars my dad ever spent, guy in Mornsville North Virginia did them, turned my life right around, you ought to get some.” “Right,” Alicia agreed, “So you feel comfortable being naked around people.” “Sure do, when its just crew and folks what pay to perv,” Mitzy said, “Why does it freak you out or something?” “No, I just wondered,” said Alicia as she wondered what she was to do now Boris was married and probably didn’t need three mistresses anymore. The Consummation ceremony was scheduled for the long room, Boris had hired a four post bed with lighting rig from a porn movie studio in Karlsbourg and tiered ranks of movie cameramen surrounded the bed on all sides leaving barely room for the newly weds and the various functionaries and official witnesses who had to attest first that the bride was a virgin asian and secondly that intercourse actually occurred. Boris took a swift sip from a bottle of Budweiser he had smuggled in and downed three max strength Viagra tablets the 500 mg ones, then he finished his portion of strawberry topped pizza and announced, “The time is nigh beloved!" “Hey, you don’t expect me to go through with this do you?” Mitzy asked. “Indeed,” Boris said. “‘Cause no way am I a virgin,” she explained rather unnecessarily in view of the fact that 98% of the Adult population of the country had seen her in “Mitzy fucksalot’s world fuckfest episode 77 Mitzy fucks Transylvanians,” which was set in the mountains just over the border. “Mitzy,” Boris said quietly, “Your father signed to say you were a Virgin.” “Sure, and I was, before I was fucked,” Mitzy explained patiently, “And no guy ever spunked in me, well not in my puss, lest his condi busted that is.” “Just pretend it’s another film,” Boris suggested. “Except you’re white and I ain’t fucked a white guy since last summer,” Mitzi explained. Boris sighed, he tried to concentrate on the royalties on the ceremony and merchandising which might just keep the country solvent, he got the idea from England where Prince William made the country a whole mint of cash with his wedding to some ordinary girl who looked more like Alicia. than a pornstar. Hell she wasn’t even blonde, and she was near thirty, and her sister was a goddess which poor Boris just couldn’t get his head around.. Mitzy by contrast was every guys fantasy, twenty one years old, E cup tits, none too bright, blonde long shapely legs, nice tight ass and the USA’s top grossing porn star six years running. Boris felt the viagra coursing through his veins and moments later he took Mitzy by the hand and they walked along nearly a hundred yards of corridors from the dining room to the long room because someone had lost the key to the door on the direct route. Suddenly the state trumpeters sounded the prelude to the nuptials by Webber, and Boris guided Mitzy to the opulent four post bed where several chamber maids wearing black French Maids dresses with crisp white aprons were waiting to help the couple undress. Mitzy wore so little that she was stripped naked in seconds as her corset, suspenders and stockings were slipped off, but Boris took longer as his starched jacket seemed to have moulded itself to his shape and had to be forced off his shoulders. Functionaries clustered around the bed ogling Mitzy’s mountainous tits and sweet carefully waxed hairless pussy and her bleached ass hole. They awaited the team of physicians who would observe and attest to Mitzy’s chastity, but first Mitzy had to relax her cunt muscles. Two women stood by in traditional robes holding feathers waiting to relax the bride. Actually they were Boris’s two senior mistresses, Margurite, his former nanny, and Gerta a school friend of his mothers, both the wrong side of forty. “Start the inquisition,” Boris cried. “Sire!” Margurite agreed and she started playing her feather over Mitzy’s left nipple while Gerta started on the right. “Hey that tickles!” Mitzy gasped. “What say you physician, is she pure?” Boris asked the first rather elderly physician. “I must wait until she moistens,” he replied playing for time. “Looks pretty damned damp to me,” japan Boris muttered, “Get on with it!” He mutter’s loudly, cumshot “Oh fuck Marcy. The metal-coated hulks thundered down the highway towards the oncoming tanks. “Now it's even worst. Her tiny frame was pinned under huge dog and she mewed like a puppy as the dog asian slowly fucked her with longer and slower strokes due its gangbang weight. After some kissing we had dinner we watched a game together, also we completed an assignment that we had to submit the next day. Just before dark, we ordered in pizza. I really can only speculate. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and into his hair. The party was fairly subdued. “Something or someone is in the back yard if Sandy is to be believed. Who knew? She was an entirely new sexual being. It seemed to me as if I were inadvertently trying to win the award for asking the most stupid questions in one conversation. Pleasure built in me. I sucked so hard as Father's cock plunged over and over into my mouth. And are you going to freak out if I fuck him?” What did you two talk blowjob about?” “Yes as long as daddy doesn’t know.” I replied. We are not going to spent there overnight, right?” But it’s a good day for it, don’t ya think?” With her ankles already bound by the jeans, I gathered her arms behind her back and held her wrist together with one hand while I caressed her beautiful bare ass with the other. “What is it?” Liz asked. “It’s always good to lick your hand and then grasp Mike’s cock, and then squeeze it a little bit and move your hand up and down . . . Daddy was adjusting his crotch and pulling up his zipper. The pain grew. "Pussy, Emma. I'd gotten so much pussy, eighteen-year-old freshman girls just bursting into their sexuality, nineteen-year-old sophomore girls pretending to have more experience than they had (though they'd gained it), twenty-year-old junior girls ready to prove how wild japan they could be, and twenty-one-year-old senior girls confident in their sexuality already. Not just your boobs." “Come on.” She said, and started pedalling away from us; her butt sliding from side to side on the too big bike.