Her scream of release was deep and harsh and piercing; even the gag couldn’t
conceal it.

The cool air made her sweaty body shiver, and it continued to shake and twitch
as little tremors ran up her spine. She gasped and panted, like a long distance
runner after a hard race; her throbbing cunt keeping time with the pounding of
her heart.

He pried open her legs freeing his captured head and pulled off his ski-mask, a
smug, self-satisfied smile on his dark, rough features. Rivulets of sweat
trickled down from his forehead.

“Her Royal Highness likes to have her white pussy eaten by Kaffir, Mentu,” he
said to his companion. “Her cum is sweet as honey, my friend.”

Panting, the Princess of Wales stared at her pleasure-giver’s grinning face, a
stupid half-smile of surprise on her lips; her body still in turmoil. She had
just experienced the most explosive cum of her life, yet the ache in her loins
was even more fierce than before; a fire that seemed unquenchable. Embarrassment
and shame were forgotten feelings; quickly replaced by a physical agitation and
a lust for the taboo.

Slowly, she turned her head, following his gaze; her eyes blinked and widened,
and her mouth gaped in surprise. The man, Mantu, stood naked, his big hand
fisting a cock of huge proportions. It was the biggest prick she had ever seen,
at least two hands long and massively thick. Mesmerized, she stared at the
swollen, dark purple head as it twitched in front of her face. It pulsed and
slithered with a life of its own. The pounding in her chest increased in tempo
and breathing became harsh and ragged.

“I am Jumo, that is my friend, Mantu, and his little plaything. Do you like it?”
he asked in a whisper, his sweaty face close to her ear.

Breathing heavily through her open mouth; eyes wide in wonder, her head nodded
slowly and her body gushed a hot stream of cream to her itchy cunt. Behind the
gag, her throat went dry. She didn’t believe the urge she had to take that
monster in her mouth. It was almost overpowering.

What was happening to her?

“If you like his little thing, you will dearly love mine, Princess!”

Her eyes, suddenly alive, snapped back to him and she choked on the gag. He had
stripped and his massive prick was inches from her face, sticking straight up;
the bulbous head swaying in front of her shocked, bulging eyes. Were they all
freaks? she wondered; creatures from a circus side show? His cock was even
bigger and thicker than Mantu! Could that be possible?

Her surging mind reeled, assaulted by unknown passions and forbidden sensations.
She was the Princess of Wales, yet, like a bitch in heat, her body screamed with
a lust that knew no bounds of convention or propriety. Her mouth ached to be
filled and her cunt throbbed with a seething passion; the sudden, terrible need
of the addicted.

Groaning, almost in pain, she strained against the binds; hands trembling to
touch, and rubbed her face along the huge, meaty shaft of Jumo cock; smelling
the musky aroma of his body, wallowing in the heat of his flesh. Her mouth
salivated. Her one free hand cupped his heavy, hanging balls and an electric
thrill ran up her arm and down to her hot cunt as his body heat flowed to her.

Thick, clumsy fingers pried the gag loose from her mouth, and he shoved the fat
knob into her willing mouth. She felt the massive, slug-like cock stretch her
lips wide – Oh, God, she thought, it must be three inches thick! – her teeth
scraping the skin as it buried itself deep in her wet mouth. She gagged when the
hard head hit the opening of throat. Mouth aching, she pulled back, running her
tongue over the heavy, bulging veins; tasting his special flavor and tangyness,
washing the length of his majestic shaft. The salty taste of his cock drove her
into a crazed frenzy, stripping the will to resist. Her head began to bob and
his hands entwined in her flaxen hair, guiding her hungry mouth.

“Aaaaah,” Jumo sighed, “Suck! Suck my black cock, Princess! Give me a royal
blowjob!”

Her mind reeled. She was the Princess of Wales, and she was sucking a huge
black, Kaffir cock! And it was wonderful!

Her cunt throbbed and her body twitched as her stretched lips began to slide
over his pulsing cock. She held it upright with her one free hand and licked his
swelling ballsac; her tongue spreading dribbling saliva up and down the steely
shank. She stuck her tongue in his piss-hole and was rewarded with a drop of
crystal-clear pre-cum. It tasted better than the sweetest honey.

Her lips encircled the rock-hard knob and her tongue flicked over it, back and
forth. Her free hand roamed her own body, kneading, pulling, pinching her
tingling flesh; stoking the volcano in her body. She rubbed her tits, twirling
the hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger and tiny slivers of lightening
zapped her body. Her mind was a screaming mass of hot flashes, that erupted,
violently, when her finger slid into her grasping pussy. The puffy lips closed
around it, holding it prisoner, and she sighed as a heated wave of pleasure
washed over her.

A heavy nudge against her cheeks caused her eyes to open and widen.