I could hardly walk back to our first positions I was so out of my mind with need. As we waited for the director to say ‘action’ the King stood close behind me, reached down low under my buttocks and lightly stroked my pussy. I mewled quietly but the guards heard me.
They looked at me and my face was a drugged mask of lust.
“A Princess never lets them see her fear.” I grinned her grin and then licked my lips and stood on tip-toe to kiss first one guard on the mouth then the other my mouth caressed theirs as the King stroked feather-light touches over my-nether lips.
It lasted five seconds for each, maybe, and then we heard “Action!” and the men snapped to action, grabbing me while I immediately tried to fuck them both. I licked and groped and fiercely begged them “Please!”
I said ‘please’ over and over but I was really saying fuck me and now the men knew it and were reluctant to stop me from touching them. I felt hard cocks in their trousers and I stroked them wantonly until they grew embarrassed and made me stop.
The scene took longer than before but it was powerfully intense. I was as far into the Princess’ magical lust as I had yet been. If I hadn’t gotten such a powerful erotic charge from the cameras and crew I think I might have been able to forget their presence but the exhibitionist in me wanted to know they were there.
When the King groped me I was moaning loudly forgetting about the microphone and the need for the audience to hear his lines. I was frustrated he wasn’t putting a finger inside me again. He hardly came close to touching my sex and I did everything I could to get his fingers closer to my aching clit.
My squirming body was the focus of every eye in the building and I needed to give them the gift of witnessing my orgasm but the King denied them all.
Next we did the close ups of me strapped to the bed, long lingering shots of my splayed limbs, my heaving chest and my thrusting hips, flickering candle light on my made-up skin. I struggled against my bonds, my muscles popping.
Then we filmed the guards and I struggling in close up, their hands violating the Princess’ royal body. The Princess’ animalistic lust was captured in close up as my hands groped their crotches, or my pelvis humped against them.
Then A Camera was reset to the side of the bed facing me in profile. B Camera was going to roam while the King consummated his sham marriage to the rightful Princess of the realm.
The guards stood at the headboard, the Wizard on the far side of the bed from the camera. The Weasel hovered further back but still watching.
“Action!”
The King stripped as the Princess spoke.
“Use your sorcery to make people believe I consent to this farce but in your shrivelled heart you know that I abhor you and that I will hate and despise you for what you are about to do.
If you think that this in any way diminishes me as a person you are wrong. This only shows exactly how pathetic you are.”
The King and the Princess made eye contact for a moment and then he smiled.
With the tip of his pinkie finger the King touched the Princess on the tip of her own finger tied to the headboard.
Immediately the Princess begins to writhe in tormented sexual desire.
“Say that again.” He demands.
The Princess whimpers,
The King stood naked next to the bed and my eyes were drawn to his semi-hard cock.
I felt jealous because for the moment the audience was going to only have eyes for his thick, heavy cock hanging before me. This was the first time the Actor King had exposed this world famous cock on film. There had been plenty of teasing and some blurry indistinct paparazzi shots but now it was being filmed in high definition just a couple feet from my suddenly saliva-filled mouth.
“Please! Give it to me! Please come to me!” I strained against my bonds and tried to get my mouth around his cock. I came very close and stretched my mouth toward him almost able to reach.
I knew that this image was going to live on the internet forever so I tried to look as cute and appealing as I could looking up to him imploring him to let me suck his beautiful cock.
The King allowed himself to indulge the possibility of letting me suckle him, moving his hips closer teasing me with the potential but instead he climbed onto the bed, the movement bringing his cock even closer and I thought I could feel the heat of his skin near my outstretched tongue but I missed.
Inside I thrilled at the thought of that image his cock so close to my lewdly reaching tongue living forever on the internet.
Then he lay atop me and I squirmed to try and get my legs around his hips and aim my aching sex at his cock.
I was euphoric about the cameras seeing all this. I knew that A Camera was going to see my body in full profile and B camera was roaming somewhere finding the best view of our bodies but I only had eyes for the King’s cock dangling between my legs as he manoeuvred over me to simulate entering me. I was tied down so I could only thrust my hips but I managed to brush my steaming slit against this heavy knob and I hissed with keen pleasure as my hungry sex felt his.
The King proceeded to simulate having sex with me. He lay his mostly flaccid member across my belly as we had discussed in rehearsals, then as I opened myself to him he thrust down into me and we pretended to fuck while the cameras recorded it.
Strong hands caressed my body as his powerful frame undulated above me. I panted and gasped as The Princess strained to take as much of him inside as she could but in reality I was trying to press my sex against him while he maintained contact, his penis resting on my belly not against my desperate clit.
“Cut!
Immediately the King rolled off of me and began to dress his cock still flaccid but a tension in his movement hinted that he was not unaffected by our intimacy.
“Back to ones!”
On this take I didn’t lunge quite so far toward the King so when the King tried to tease me with his cock near my face he had to lift a leg onto the bed to approach. He chose his right leg which covered his cock to the cameras. I had hoped he would.
He was now close enough that I was able to wrap my lips around the tip of his manhood. He flinched but didn’t retreat. For a few seconds he allowed me to suckle just the tip of his penis. I loved the warm feel of him in the grasp of my lips and my wet tongue caressed his knob relishing the taste of him.
The Guard on that side of the bed and the Weasel both had a clear view of my mouth on him and I felt a joyful thrill of debauchery knowing I was being witnessed behaving like a total slut. I felt a twitch shudder through the King and he pulled his cock from my mouth and got on top of me, his still semi-flaccid cock swinging above me.
We pretended to fuck once more and I mewled my frustration at not having him inside me. It was the wrong sound so I forced myself to sound anguished, mingling lust and sadness into my noises.
Once again the King’s big hands groped my small body and my skin delighted in his touch.
“Cut”
“Ok, pushing in for inserts.”