She was feeling very good, and VERY horny.
The path emerged into a large clearing which contained one of the King's many gardens. Slaves labored among the tall stands of tomato, beans, and other delicacies that were rare and precious in the land. They tilled, weeded, watered, fertilized, and picked from early morning until sundown. Breaks were few and far between. It was long, hard, back-breaking work. And the slaves who had been working there for years grew strong, muscular, and lean.
Narissa LOVED to visit the gardens. And the slaves enjoyed her visits too, she was sure.
She stood on a mound of dirt at the edge of the garden, her hands on her sexy hips as she surveyed the fields that stretched out before her. The slaves continued to labor. No one dared to look up at her, despite the great temptation. For a slave to even acknowledge the presence of a Superior without being commanded could result in death! Narissa knew this, and she relished the affect that her sexy body must be having on them as they struggled not to shift from peripheral vision to direct stare. The truth be told, she would not report a slave who broke such a silly rule. But she was not about to tell them that!
So she stood, and her big luscious boobs thrust outward, pointing above the heads of the slaves, who were becoming horny as they awaited what games the King's daughter might spring upon one or more of them this time.
Narissa started down the side of the dirt mound, tripped, fell, and rolled the rest of the way down. She bounced up to her feet and giggled as she brushed dirt from her body. The nearest slave could not help staring while she did that. He wished HE could! And after brushing her off, he would be glad to lick her clean...
He froze. She was striding toward him, pointing at him. Had she seen him stop to look at her?
She brought herself up intoxicatingly close to him. He could not help staring at her now, and he could not prevent the bulge that was forming in his pants.
"I have some dirt on me, slave. Clean it!" She pointed at her left nipple, which had a little piece of sod clinging to it. The slave slowly raised his hand to brush the dirt off her.
"No, no, not that way, scum. Use your tongue!!"
Was the legend true? Could the royal family read minds?? Fear and lust did combat for supremacy in the slave's mind. But an order was an order! He stuck his tongue out and lowered his head to the luscious chest of his Superior.
It took only a brief jab with his tongue to knock the dirt off. But he took his time, licking that luscious nipple, swirling his tongue around it, pressing his tongue deeper and deeper into the soft flesh of her breast. His cock throbbed with intense horny pleasure, and soon he couldn't hold back -- he pressed his face into that delicious mound, sucking as much of it into his mouth as he could.
"Ungh!" cried Narissa with pleasure. But she couldn't give in to her own lustful desires, not yet! She wanted to stretch it out, make it last all day if she could. So she pulled away from him. Her nipple popped out of his mouth.
The slave looked down at the ground, afraid he'd gone too far and would be punished for sure.
"Back to work!" his luscious Superior snapped. He picked up his hoe and resumed weeding, the taste and feel of her breast still fresh in his mouth, and his cock still hard. Narissa backed up the dirt mound a little way so that she could survey the garden. Then she strolled casually into the garden, stepping over heads of lettuce and gingerly squeezing between the taller vegetation, sometimes brushing mischeviously against a sweating laborer.
The well-built man looked up from his seed-planting. Narissa stood over him, her breasts dangling down just inches from his face. She stepped back as he stood up in front of her. She could see his cock swell in his worn-out work shorts. It looked as though it would tear right through the frayed fabric! Narissa thought of how good it would feel if it were jammed tight between her boobs, or better yet...
Narissa pointed at the next man down the row. He quickly walked over, his expression revealing his lust and eagerness to participate in whatever the King's daughter had in mind.
Narissa looked at the second man. He was also quite well-built, with a very well-defined washboard stomach and broad shoulders. "You are my husband. You will go behind that bush over there..." Narissa pointed to a tall, thick tangle of ivy-covered bushes at the edge of the garden. "...and when I scream 'help me!' you will come rescue me from this man here." She nodded at the bush, and he headed for it at a fast clip, wearing a big smile. Then she turned her delicious body to face the first man, who did not bother to conceal his own lustful countenance.
"The next time I come this close to you, you will not be able to con- tain your desire for me any more. You will grab me and do with me what you want." She turned quickly and walked away from the stunned slave. After a moment, he got back to his knees and pretended to resume his chores. But all he could think about was her incredible body: the sexy hips, smooth silky legs, beautiful face with full, kissable lips, and those BREASTS...
The King's daughter reached the edge of the garden, turned, and slowly strolled back to where the man crouched. She stopped a few times, stretching, feeling herself, breathing the fresh air, making the man grow ever hornier in anticipation. Her breasts jiggled from side to side as she approached him. When she was about to pass by him, just a foot away, he lunged at her.
"Eeeeee!!!!" the royal nymph cried.
His arms wrapped around her, and his hands clasped her breasts, fingers sinking into the wondrous flesh. He licked hungrily at her neck and cheeks as he squeezed and fondled her boobs. She struggled, not hard enough to escape, but enough so that her writhing body drove him even wilder! His hands slid all over her, fondling, squeezing. He spun her around, and his tongue thrust into her mouth as his groping fingers easily ripped off her meager loincloth, exposing her hot moist pussy. One hand slid across it, the fingers tormenting the lips and tickling the labia. Her boobs whipped across his chest as she continued to struggle, and he grabbed them and buried his face in them, snaking his tongue all around as he squeezed the soft flesh against the sides of his head. His thumbs pressed against her nipples, pressed them deep into those delicious mounds of titflesh. One hand then slid back down, and two fingers slid into her pussy, while up above he hungrily munched on breastflesh.
"Help me...!" she screamed.
His probing fingers had just about brought her to orgasm when they were suddenly jerked out. Narissa opened her eyes to see the other man trying to pry the wild animal off of her. But he would not let go; he wrapped his arms around her upper torso and buried his head deep into her chest, savoring the experience for every remaining second he could get.
"Let go of my wife, you bastard!!"
Her "husband" grabbed the man's head and pulled it away from her chest. The man responded by dropping down to his butt, pulling her down with her. Soon he was on his back on the ground, with her on top of him. He continued to fondle and squeeze and lick and munch whatever part of her body he could get at. She made no effort to resist -- she was enjoying it too much!
The "husband" grabbed hold of both of them, and rolled the writhing duo until the man was on top. With a supreme effort driven by extreme horniness (he wanted her so bad!!), he wrestled the man off of her and sent him flying into a nearby irrigation channel. Then he turned toward his "wife".
She lay naked on the ground, looking up at him lustily.
Soon he was on top of her, enjoying her luscious body every bit as animalistically as the previous man. They rolled over and over in the dirt, kissing, licking, nibbling, munching, FEELING each other. Her hands tugged the man's pants down, and found his large throbbing shaft. She rubbed it and kneaded it as he did the same to her boobs. Soon she couldn't wait any longer -- she HAD to have him inside her!
Her "husband" DRILLED her for what seemed like eons of pure pleasure.
The sun was beginning to set when they got up and brushed the dirt off each other. That got them going again, and soon they were back on the ground.
The sun was almost GONE when they got up again and brushed the dirt off each other. They kissed for a few minutes, then she turned and walked away, heading back into the forest. The slave stood and watched her sexy body disappear down the path, then he picked up his garden tools and returned to the slaves' quarters, where he was incessantly grilled and teased by his fellow laborers.
They could not wait until the day she returned to their garden.
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