1. King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 1)


    Date: 10/15/2017, Categories: Humor, Author: MaxwellSpanx2015, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    only he knew what he was going to put me through. Anyway, back to the story. Now that Arthur and the rest were smashed, I wanted an early night. I leaned forward and pressed my lips on Arthur’s cheek. “I’m off to bed, Love.” “Want me to join you?” “No, you enjoy yourself with your friends.” “That’s why I love you.” “Promise me one thing, though. Be back before midnight.” I don’t need to tell you that I wasn’t being sincere, I could sleep more than fine without him. I’m merely playing the caring wife. “Of course.” “Good” Walking up the spiral staircase my head was filled with thoughts of Lancelot. Now, he is what I call a man, a warrior, a real knight in shining armour. He takes shit from no one, and gives it by the spade full. His toned muscles, chiselled chest and smooth looks get me flowing like a tap. In fact, just talking about lovely Lance made me want to stop and finger myself right here on the cold stone steps. Now there is a thought. I hitched my dress and sat down on steps under the flickering light of the flaming wall touch. Spreading my legs I touched myself. The fact someone had stolen my panties actually worked in my favour. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the damp stonewall. My first and third finger spread my outer lips, while my second finger rubbed against my doorbell. I was ringing it like a determined Jehovah’s witness. My breathing gathered pace and my free hand groped my left breast. In my thoughts Lancelot was working me over as if I was a ...
    backstreet whore. He pulled at my hair, and whispered his devilish intentions. In between moaning and groaning, I called out his name while I continued to flick my naughty bean. I could smell him, taste his skin, feel his every touch. My heart raced and pumped lust through my veins, causing my finger to turn my clit into dust. I then plunged my finger deep, imagining Lancelot had just speared me. My focus was on my orgasm, and not the steps of the oncoming Merlin. “Oh, hello.” I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to come up with something quick. “I tripped and fell.” I winced as I pulled my finger out of my pussy. “I fell on to my fingers which got stuck in my vagina... Oh the perils of not wearing underwear.” “Lancelot?” I hung my head. “Yes.” “What a man.” “Quite.” “If you want, I could pretend to be Lance?” “No, you’re OK, Merlin.” I climbed to my feet, and wiped my fingers dry on my dress. “Thanks for the offer.” Inebriated as usual, Merlin swayed liked a boat in a storm. His smile was more of a leer. “What are friends for, Guin, if you can’t offer your services?” “Goodnight, Merlin.” “Want me to tuck you in?” “No... Just to fuck off. That will do.” Tired of dealing with the drunk, I continued to climb the steps to my bedroom. “To think what you could do with that dirty mouth of yours... No wonder Arthur loves you so much.” “I’m not in the mood to deal with you, Merlin. Just go and have your piss, and leave me alone.” “Sorry, I’m just a lonely old man.” I opened the ...
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