Queen Gets Anal From Maids After Handjob

This wasn’t the first time Queen Lauren found herself in this spot, but she prayed it would be the last. She crossed her legs and pressed her thighs tight. It did nothing to ease the ache. She had made it to her bedchambers before the worst hit, at least. Dealing with the public already wore her out. When the urges struck and the fire lit deep in her belly, filling her head with those thoughts, holding her composure turned nearly impossible. Alone here, she could find some relief. She had sent her usual attendants away and told them she could manage the gown herself. Now she wasn’t so sure. The clasps at the back made her twist in painful ways just to reach the metal, let alone undo them. She couldn’t quite get there. She couldn’t get the damn thing off.

Her little tiara bounced on the bed when she threw herself backward. Propriety be damned. She raised her legs and spread them wide, yanking up the layers of petticoats to reach her underwear. They were already wet, and the dampness had spread to some of the petticoats too. She could change and clean them later. Right now other matters pressed harder. Her length strained against the waistband of her underwear. She nearly snapped the band yanking them down her legs. She got them only to one ankle before the urges grew too strong. Her hand flew to her cock, leaving the underwear dangling from her foot.

A jolt of pleasure shot up her spine when her fingers touched the sensitive head. She traced small circles around it and a shiver ran through her whole body. She moaned into the empty room and arched her back as she worked her hand lower. It wasn’t fair. None of the other ladies at court had to deal with this. Or maybe they did and just handled it more quietly. She was the queen, damn it. She shouldn’t have to debase herself like this, and on a moment’s notice.

Her hips bucked on their own. She moaned again, this time in frustration. The pressure that had started to build inside her, that hint of relief, began to fade. No matter how much she rubbed or stroked, she got nowhere. The heavy gown only made it worse.

“Your Majesty?”

In her haze she hadn’t heard the door open.

“Wh-wha…” She tried to stop touching herself, but her body wouldn’t listen.

“Oh! My apologies, Your Majesty. You should have called us sooner if you were in this state.”

Footsteps crossed the floor. A rush of air and the scent of lilac reached her.

“Brittany, please… I…”

“There, there. You mustn’t work yourself up, Your Majesty.”

Her warm breath brushed Lauren’s ear. Lauren was sure she would die on the spot.

“I-I’ve been trying…” She sped up again, frantic, until a gentle hand settled over hers and stilled the motion.

Maids Take Over

“Doing this will only hurt you. Please, let us help. It is our purpose, after all.”

Lauren gasped, barely able to form the word. “Us?”

Brittany’s hand left hers. Lauren whimpered. The footsteps tapped again, and Brittany’s light voice carried down the hall.

“Megan, Jessica! Her Majesty needs your help in the bedchamber right now.”

Lauren squeezed her eyes shut and tried to sink deeper into the sheets. Her cheeks burned. She had let it get this bad. Her maids had to take care of her now. It was their job, yes, but she was the queen. The queen should be self-sufficient and composed. Her bearing was anything but regal at the moment, skirts hiked up and fingers working the leaking tip of her cock. If any of her subjects saw her like this, the damage would be disastrous.

“We are here, Your Majesty.”

Lauren cracked one eye open. Her other two chambermaids stood in deep curtsies at the foot of the bed. She knew they waited for her signal, but forming words had become too hard. Her hands clutched the sheets. Her hips rocked against nothing.

“Her Majesty is indisposed,” Brittany said again. “Help me tend to our duties.”

“Of course, Lady Brittany.”

“Your Majesty, may we touch you?”

That was Megan. Lauren would know that deep voice anywhere.

“Y-yes. Please touch me. Handle this… accursed thing.”

Her three chambermaids worked the clasps open and stripped the gown away. It was stained with sweat and arousal, but that didn’t matter. They would have it cleaned. She could return to court before the day ended. Her attendants were always thorough. They took good care of her.

With quick coordination the maids stripped themselves bare. Megan knelt at the chest of drawers and rummaged inside. Jessica sat at Lauren’s side, hands folded in her lap. Brittany drew Lauren’s head into her lap and stroked her damp forehead, brushing stray hairs from her eyes.

“Megan is getting what we need, Your Majesty. It will only take a moment.”

Lauren nodded. The only sound she managed was a small groan.

“You look radiant today, Your Majesty,” Jessica said. Her voice was soft and musical. She traced the curve of Lauren’s breasts with her fingertips. “Your skin is glowing.” Her fingers found Lauren’s jaw and brushed up to her ear. “And so very soft.”

“Th-thank—” A gasp cut the words short when Jessica’s other hand wrapped around the base of her cock.

“Be still, Your Majesty. Megan is almost ready.”

Brittany cradled her head and ran her fingers through her hair. Lauren realized she had been whimpering again.

“I am ready,” Megan purred into Lauren’s ear. Goosebumps rose across her arms and back. She spread her legs wider without thinking.

“Proceed!” Lauren squeaked. The sound rose in pitch as the hard, slick tip of Megan’s strap-on pressed against her ass.

“Be gentle with her,” Brittany said, voice firm but calm.

“Yes, Lady Brittany,” Megan answered. She groaned softly as she eased the strap-on deeper. Warmth spread through Lauren’s body as her hole stretched to take it. She let out a shaky sigh and turned her head in Brittany’s lap. Lilac rose from Brittany’s skin and mixed with the stronger scent of her chambermaids’ arousal. Lauren breathed it in and let it pull her into a trance.

“I am in, Your Majesty,” Megan purred.

“Slowly, now,” Jessica sang. She ghosted her fingers along the underside of Lauren’s shaft. Lauren lifted her hips in answer, but Brittany’s hands pressed them down hard. Precum beaded at the tip of her cock.

“Let us handle this, Your Majesty,” Brittany said, almost scolding. Heat rushed up Lauren’s neck and across her chest. She knew her skin must be bright pink. She inhaled more of Brittany’s scent and moaned. Her hips jerked when Jessica’s slick hand returned to her cock. Megan pulled back, then pressed in again with a smooth roll of her hips. Lauren’s insides clenched. She arched and gasped her relief into the heavy air of the room. Her cock leaked over Jessica’s fingers, painting them with clear, sticky need. Pressure coiled tight inside her, deep in her stomach. She curled her toes and pressed her head into Brittany’s lap, no longer aware of the words spilling from her mouth.

“Stay steady like that, Megan.” Brittany’s voice reached her faintly, directing the others. “Light strokes, Jessica. Grind more at the top.”

“Like this?”

Lauren moaned and writhed under the touch. Her whole body felt tense and right on the edge. She stayed there, stuck. She begged and moaned and gripped Jessica’s thigh hard. She was probably leaving bruises, marks Jessica would show off later.

“Like this.” Another hand joined Jessica’s. Firm fingers pressed and rubbed just under the head of her cock. Sparks raced down Lauren’s shaft and through her stomach. Her sounds climbed higher. Her breath came fast and hard.

“Press in deep, Megan. Let’s give Her Majesty what she needs.”

Megan drove the strap-on all the way in and tilted her hips to hit the right spot. Stars burst behind Lauren’s eyelids. The pressure inside her finally broke. A searing, tingling rush ran from her toes up through her stomach and chest, then up her neck until her scalp prickled with heat. She wasn’t sure what sounds she made as the pulsing faded, but her throat felt raw and the burning need inside her was gone. She let her hips fall back to the bed and slowly opened her eyes. Brittany looked down at her. Clear strands stretched between Brittany’s fingers. Jessica leaned in and licked them clean, moaning as she did. Harsh breathing came from between Lauren’s legs. A giggle from Jessica, muffled against Brittany’s hand.

After the Release

“You finished with Her Majesty, Lady Megan?” Brittany teased.

Lauren lifted her head. Megan’s face was flushed deep red, her thighs pressed tight around the strap-on still between her legs.

Jessica pulled Brittany’s fingers from her mouth and giggled again. “Such devotion, Lady Megan.”

“I-I may have gotten caught up.”

Lauren leaned forward and stroked Megan’s cheek. “You are forgiven, Megan. I appreciate the enthusiasm.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Brittany eased Lauren back onto the pillows and stood at the foot of the bed. “Would Her Majesty like a bath before returning to court?”

“That would be lovely.”

Minutes later Lauren lay in hot water while her chambermaids scrubbed her clean with rose-scented soap. It was good to be queen.