Let the good times roll

Sideblog for the Queen of Prospit & Derse’s roleplay

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

"Excellent! Get those pants off and climb up here darling. You could stand and let her eat you out, but I wouldn't mind you resting that cute ass on my face." Carsie giggles as her lips form into a sly smirk. Seems Wendy wasn't the only one a little cum-brained right now. As Wendy cums yet again, Carsie shudders a little, the quivering and tightening sending shivers down her spine as her cock is still fairly sensitive from her own previous orgasm.

[royaldepravity]

Carol begins stripping down. Definitely not as shapely as Wendy, nor as tall. Lean & athletic, she's got some nice curves all the same. Stepping up on the couch, she sits her fit, firm ass on Carsie's face, before grabbing the back of Wendy's head & guiding it beween her legs. "Get to work, bimbo."

[bitchesandrears]

Carsie trills happily as Carol gets into position, the much more normally proportioned woman's ass planting right on her face. The milftroll lets out a whiny moan as she inhales Carol's scent, a lovely sweet mix of sweat and musk. The soft pressure of the guard captain's weight on her face is fairly soothing, and Carsie sinks into the couch a little more as she relaxes. It's different than being smothered by her wife's titanic rear, but not unpleasant in the slightest. As she can head Wendy eagerly and sloppily licking away at Carol's slit, Carsie shifts a little, plump lips moving to kiss around the smaller woman's asshole for a bit. While she could go right to tonguefucking Carol's ass, it felt more appropriate to try and make the cutie squirm for a bit, and see if she too ends up begging for more.

[royaldepravity]

Carol rests her legs atop Wendy’s shoulders, one hand holding the Queen in place. Smiling down at her, she DOES let out a surprised little squeak as Carsie begins teasing her, but quickly regains her composure. Heaving these two service her was absolutely lovely.

Wendy, continuing to bounce, dutifully eats Carol out. Looking up at the other woman, her oldest friend, with a mix of reverence & regret. She DID feel really bad about making Carol’s job so much harder, even if most of what Carol said had just been teasing.

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

"Excellent! Get those pants off and climb up here darling. You could stand and let her eat you out, but I wouldn't mind you resting that cute ass on my face." Carsie giggles as her lips form into a sly smirk. Seems Wendy wasn't the only one a little cum-brained right now. As Wendy cums yet again, Carsie shudders a little, the quivering and tightening sending shivers down her spine as her cock is still fairly sensitive from her own previous orgasm.

[royaldepravity]

Carol begins stripping down. Definitely not as shapely as Wendy, nor as tall. Lean & athletic, she's got some nice curves all the same. Stepping up on the couch, she sits her fit, firm ass on Carsie's face, before grabbing the back of Wendy's head & guiding it beween her legs. "Get to work, bimbo."

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

"Oh, I can feel you squeezing me tighter when I suggested that~ Carol, why don't you come over here so we can have a proper chat about setting something like that up? I'd love to hear your input as an employee as to what your lovely boss could do to show just how much she cares for each and every one of her hard working staff." Carsie giggles sadistically, her bulge tip finally managing to slip inside of Wendy's ass, the incredibly slick tendril quickly lubricating every inch of the Queen's insides as it slithers as deep as possible.

[royaldepravity]

Nodding, Carol walks over, smiling at Carsie as she continues dominating the Queen. “Well, we do have a stress relief station in the barracks. But that’s mostly for the Guards, & it’s supposed to be anonymous. I say supposed to because nobody could fail to recognize this fat ass.” Carol pauses, leaning in to spank Wendy. “Not to mention those lips. Even if they can’t see them, the feel of those cartoonish cock pillows would be unmistakable.”

[bitchesandrears]

"It's adorable that she thinks that nobody would clock that the whore that takes care of her guards needs is their Queen. They know exactly what kind of a woman their boss is, even if she tries to obfuscate her true nature. I don't see many other cumbrained bimbos running around the castle, so that really only leaves one suspect." Carsie looks at Carol as they chat, acting as if Wendy isn't actively bouncing on her cock like a mindbroken goondoll. "Now, if we let the rest of the staff each get some personal time with their favorite personal pornstar, how long do you think it would take to get through everyone? We could set a time limit per person, or we could have it be by a set number of climaxes before they have to pass her off to the next person."

[royaldepravity]

“Right? And that was before any of the triggers got out in. She was doing it all on her own.” Carol laughs. Wendy, meanwhile, being talked about so poorly (knowing it’s all a game), lets the shame fuel her efforts, the clapping of her ass & her needs moans serving as a nice background to this chat. “It’s a lot of people. No way we could do it all in one day. Probably a good idea to set a limit on how much anyone can do at a time. I think one orgasm per turn would be fair. People can sign up, so there’s no worry about anyone getting special treatment. And nobody gets a second go until everyone has had at least one.”

“As for the platform, maybe a breeding bench? Or some suspension stuff? We’ve got special restraints that could keep her hovering in the air so people could reposition her however they want.”

[bitchesandrears]

"Seem like you've had this idea brewing for a while, dear. I can see why Wendy made you captain." *Carsie gives Carol a wink and a nudge with her foot, her stocking clad leg slipping out of her flat and pressing against her shin.* "I like the idea of having people sign up for it. Maybe they can put in requests if they have any. Like a box at the bottom of the form for any particular fantasies they have, within reason. Though this whore doesn't have too many boundaries left these days. Look at the situation we're in right now. Anyways, both of those platforms sound good, though I'm sure some of them might want something more traditional, like a bed. But on the other hand, we do want things to move somewhat quickly so no one feels like they're waiting too long. Perhaps we could offer a group option if people don't care which hole they get to use..." *Carsie trails off, her mind legitimately thinking of ways to make such an event work, all while her wife rides her like a proper devoted personal slut does.*

[royaldepravity]

“Hey, I blame the braindead little slut bouncing on your bulge.” Carol shrugs. “I used to take things VERY seriously. Wasn’t a fan of her getting in increasingly risky situations just for a thrill. But, after a while, I realized that I was only making myself miserable by fighting against it, so why not have fun with it?”

“Had the stupid little slut bound & eating me out almost non-stop for a week. Finally doing something useful with that mouth.” Carol continues. “After all the stress she put me through, it was the least she could do to make it up to me. And I still punish her every once in a while just for kicks. Though the masochistic whore doesn’t really think of it as punishment, does she? No, she loves when people take advantage of her.”

“So yes. I’ve put some thought into this.”

[bitchesandrears]

Carsie listens intently as Carol speaks, thoroughly enjoying hearing another proper domineering point of view, knowing just how much it was doing to Wendy. As she speaks, Carsie continues stroking the other woman's leg, every lascivious detail prompting a lip bite or a moan from the troll. "Fuck, that's a really hot mental image. I love watching her put her mouth to work. She's such a talented little doll, isn't she?" *She smacks Wendy's ass again, harder this time, as if prompting a reply from the Queen. "Do you want to use her mouth right now? I certainly don't mind sharing with you."

[royaldepravity]

As the two talk, Wendy is driven over the edge once more. And, once more, she doesn’t stop, continuing to ride as her mind & body are overwhelmed by pleasure.

“Might be nice. Haven’t had the chance since before she went on her little trip. It wouldn’t hurt to make sure she hasn’t forgotten how to please people without dicks/bulges.”

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

"Oh, I can feel you squeezing me tighter when I suggested that~ Carol, why don't you come over here so we can have a proper chat about setting something like that up? I'd love to hear your input as an employee as to what your lovely boss could do to show just how much she cares for each and every one of her hard working staff." Carsie giggles sadistically, her bulge tip finally managing to slip inside of Wendy's ass, the incredibly slick tendril quickly lubricating every inch of the Queen's insides as it slithers as deep as possible.

[royaldepravity]

Nodding, Carol walks over, smiling at Carsie as she continues dominating the Queen. “Well, we do have a stress relief station in the barracks. But that’s mostly for the Guards, & it’s supposed to be anonymous. I say supposed to because nobody could fail to recognize this fat ass.” Carol pauses, leaning in to spank Wendy. “Not to mention those lips. Even if they can’t see them, the feel of those cartoonish cock pillows would be unmistakable.”

[bitchesandrears]

"It's adorable that she thinks that nobody would clock that the whore that takes care of her guards needs is their Queen. They know exactly what kind of a woman their boss is, even if she tries to obfuscate her true nature. I don't see many other cumbrained bimbos running around the castle, so that really only leaves one suspect." Carsie looks at Carol as they chat, acting as if Wendy isn't actively bouncing on her cock like a mindbroken goondoll. "Now, if we let the rest of the staff each get some personal time with their favorite personal pornstar, how long do you think it would take to get through everyone? We could set a time limit per person, or we could have it be by a set number of climaxes before they have to pass her off to the next person."

[royaldepravity]

“Right? And that was before any of the triggers got out in. She was doing it all on her own.” Carol laughs. Wendy, meanwhile, being talked about so poorly (knowing it’s all a game), lets the shame fuel her efforts, the clapping of her ass & her needs moans serving as a nice background to this chat. “It’s a lot of people. No way we could do it all in one day. Probably a good idea to set a limit on how much anyone can do at a time. I think one orgasm per turn would be fair. People can sign up, so there’s no worry about anyone getting special treatment. And nobody gets a second go until everyone has had at least one.”

“As for the platform, maybe a breeding bench? Or some suspension stuff? We’ve got special restraints that could keep her hovering in the air so people could reposition her however they want.”

[bitchesandrears]

"Seem like you've had this idea brewing for a while, dear. I can see why Wendy made you captain." *Carsie gives Carol a wink and a nudge with her foot, her stocking clad leg slipping out of her flat and pressing against her shin.* "I like the idea of having people sign up for it. Maybe they can put in requests if they have any. Like a box at the bottom of the form for any particular fantasies they have, within reason. Though this whore doesn't have too many boundaries left these days. Look at the situation we're in right now. Anyways, both of those platforms sound good, though I'm sure some of them might want something more traditional, like a bed. But on the other hand, we do want things to move somewhat quickly so no one feels like they're waiting too long. Perhaps we could offer a group option if people don't care which hole they get to use..." *Carsie trails off, her mind legitimately thinking of ways to make such an event work, all while her wife rides her like a proper devoted personal slut does.*

[royaldepravity]

“Hey, I blame the braindead little slut bouncing on your bulge.” Carol shrugs. “I used to take things VERY seriously. Wasn’t a fan of her getting in increasingly risky situations just for a thrill. But, after a while, I realized that I was only making myself miserable by fighting against it, so why not have fun with it?”

“Had the stupid little slut bound & eating me out almost non-stop for a week. Finally doing something useful with that mouth.” Carol continues. “After all the stress she put me through, it was the least she could do to make it up to me. And I still punish her every once in a while just for kicks. Though the masochistic whore doesn’t really think of it as punishment, does she? No, she loves when people take advantage of her.”

“So yes. I’ve put some thought into this.”

[enstorie]

Can you reblog this if the mun is 18+

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

"Oh, I can feel you squeezing me tighter when I suggested that~ Carol, why don't you come over here so we can have a proper chat about setting something like that up? I'd love to hear your input as an employee as to what your lovely boss could do to show just how much she cares for each and every one of her hard working staff." Carsie giggles sadistically, her bulge tip finally managing to slip inside of Wendy's ass, the incredibly slick tendril quickly lubricating every inch of the Queen's insides as it slithers as deep as possible.

[royaldepravity]

Nodding, Carol walks over, smiling at Carsie as she continues dominating the Queen. “Well, we do have a stress relief station in the barracks. But that’s mostly for the Guards, & it’s supposed to be anonymous. I say supposed to because nobody could fail to recognize this fat ass.” Carol pauses, leaning in to spank Wendy. “Not to mention those lips. Even if they can’t see them, the feel of those cartoonish cock pillows would be unmistakable.”

[bitchesandrears]

"It's adorable that she thinks that nobody would clock that the whore that takes care of her guards needs is their Queen. They know exactly what kind of a woman their boss is, even if she tries to obfuscate her true nature. I don't see many other cumbrained bimbos running around the castle, so that really only leaves one suspect." Carsie looks at Carol as they chat, acting as if Wendy isn't actively bouncing on her cock like a mindbroken goondoll. "Now, if we let the rest of the staff each get some personal time with their favorite personal pornstar, how long do you think it would take to get through everyone? We could set a time limit per person, or we could have it be by a set number of climaxes before they have to pass her off to the next person."

[royaldepravity]

“Right? And that was before any of the triggers got out in. She was doing it all on her own.” Carol laughs. Wendy, meanwhile, being talked about so poorly (knowing it’s all a game), lets the shame fuel her efforts, the clapping of her ass & her needs moans serving as a nice background to this chat. “It’s a lot of people. No way we could do it all in one day. Probably a good idea to set a limit on how much anyone can do at a time. I think one orgasm per turn would be fair. People can sign up, so there’s no worry about anyone getting special treatment. And nobody gets a second go until everyone has had at least one.”

“As for the platform, maybe a breeding bench? Or some suspension stuff? We’ve got special restraints that could keep her hovering in the air so people could reposition her however they want.”

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

"Oh, I can feel you squeezing me tighter when I suggested that~ Carol, why don't you come over here so we can have a proper chat about setting something like that up? I'd love to hear your input as an employee as to what your lovely boss could do to show just how much she cares for each and every one of her hard working staff." Carsie giggles sadistically, her bulge tip finally managing to slip inside of Wendy's ass, the incredibly slick tendril quickly lubricating every inch of the Queen's insides as it slithers as deep as possible.

[royaldepravity]

Nodding, Carol walks over, smiling at Carsie as she continues dominating the Queen. “Well, we do have a stress relief station in the barracks. But that’s mostly for the Guards, & it’s supposed to be anonymous. I say supposed to because nobody could fail to recognize this fat ass.” Carol pauses, leaning in to spank Wendy. “Not to mention those lips. Even if they can’t see them, the feel of those cartoonish cock pillows would be unmistakable.”

[royaldepravity]

~When you are ready, the dream will begin. The transition from sleep to darkness. From comfort to restraint. The feeling of latex and leather. The hood that covers your face, tight against the skin. The blindfold over top of that, only vaguely notable as something separate, letting the hint of light through. The collar, stiff and high, firm and unyielding. The chain, running along the bare skin of your back. The binder, keeping your arms restrained, that every move of them tugs at the back of your collar.

~And the heat. God, the heat. So massive, so warm, so thick, pressed against your face. Something truly inhuman, that the real world would demand to be an impossibility.

~But it is a dream, isn't it? All those voices, talking around you, familiar and known? Discussing the work of nations, the effort to maintain a kingdom... while you're just there. Under the desk. Bound and blind and helpless. With that heat just so close that you could taste it. If you just reach out your tongue....

The bound & blinded Queen squirms in her restraints. She knew a dream was coming, but how truly ready can you be to transition into one? How prepared can you be to so suddenly find yourself in something so vivid that you question if it isn't real?

Feeling the heat against her face, Wendy hesitates, before her tongue reaches out, giving it a taste. A long, slow, thorough lick.

[royaldepravity]

Repositioned, the Queen was in mild discomfort, but that was fine. As the blindfold was removed, she could finally see, the light hurting her eyes for a second before her vision cleared. She barely had time to register what was happening before they were all over her, touching & teasing & driving her wild. That, of course, paled in comparison to the feeling of that thick cock pressing into her once more.

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

With no resistance to her prodding, Carsie's two fingers slip inside Wendy's ass, wiggling around and spreading the Queen's rear open. As her doll bounces, Carsie can't find an opportunity to slip free from her pussy's grip, despite how slick with caramel-colored spunk it is. She knows that if she doesn't tell her to stop or physically pull her off, Wendy will just keep riding and grinding mindlessly until she goes limp. So, as the prospitian clings to her, Carsie hoists Wendy up, tentacock slipping free from her now semi gaped and quivering cunt. As the liters of potent alien cum start to leak from Wendy to the floor, Carsie sits the Queen back down in her lap, her bulge finding a new home hotdogging between her massive cake.

"I swear, your ass is fatter than mine. Perfectly soft and jiggly, just made to be fucked and played with all day. I bet that every single person in this palace has dreamed of burying their face or cock between these absurdly fat cheeks."

[royaldepravity]

Lifted up, Wendy whines a little as she’s emptied, though she knows not to complain. She’s too far into sub-space right now, & would never dream of displeasing her Mistress. As the bulge slips between her cheeks, she focuses on grinding against it.

“You have no idea.” Carol comments, making herself known. Wendy’s eyes go wide hearing that, turning to look at her, mouth agape, though she doesn’t stop grinding. Seeing this reaction, Carol laughs. “Don’t look at me, Slut. Focus on your Mistress.”

“As I was saying before the little fuckdoll got distracted.” Carol continued. “You have no idea. The number of people I catch staring at her ass in the hallways? It’s hard to even keep count. Not to mention the number of DAILY videos & pictures we have to hunt down & delete, taken of her from behind, focusing on that bulbous ass wobbling with every step. Protecting someone’s image is such a chore when they’re such a needy slut with such an obscene body.”

Carol gives Carsie a wink as Wendy turns back to her. Lending a helping hand to Carsie’s mean dom act was a fun way to blow off a little steam.

[bitchesandrears]

Carsie laughs as Carol makes herself known, appreciating the assist in riling Wendy up even more. As she talks, Carsie gives the guard captain a sly smirk and a wink in return, not slowing her assault on the Queen's now-reddening ass.

"You hear that dear? Everyone in the castle wants nothing more than to bend you over and mount this absurdly wide dump truck of a rear. Who could blame them though? If I were in their position, I'd dream of being smothered by it every time you walk by and inadvertently tease them with your wobbling and clapping. It's a wonder anything gets done at all around here since everyone is constantly thinking about getting to plow you from behind or being sat on as your throne. One of these days, you should really show your appreciation for your staff and let them use you however they want. Though that might take more like a week or a month with how many employees you have~"

[royaldepravity]

Whining & blushing as she’s teased, the Queen keeps bouncing. She wasn’t exactly surprised to hear that, whether it was entirely true or not. Still, the thought of literally everyone looking at her as a sexual object was the exact sort of segregating that drove her wild. And the thought of being turned into a royal fuckdoll…

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

With no resistance to her prodding, Carsie's two fingers slip inside Wendy's ass, wiggling around and spreading the Queen's rear open. As her doll bounces, Carsie can't find an opportunity to slip free from her pussy's grip, despite how slick with caramel-colored spunk it is. She knows that if she doesn't tell her to stop or physically pull her off, Wendy will just keep riding and grinding mindlessly until she goes limp. So, as the prospitian clings to her, Carsie hoists Wendy up, tentacock slipping free from her now semi gaped and quivering cunt. As the liters of potent alien cum start to leak from Wendy to the floor, Carsie sits the Queen back down in her lap, her bulge finding a new home hotdogging between her massive cake.

"I swear, your ass is fatter than mine. Perfectly soft and jiggly, just made to be fucked and played with all day. I bet that every single person in this palace has dreamed of burying their face or cock between these absurdly fat cheeks."

[royaldepravity]

Lifted up, Wendy whines a little as she’s emptied, though she knows not to complain. She’s too far into sub-space right now, & would never dream of displeasing her Mistress. As the bulge slips between her cheeks, she focuses on grinding against it.

“You have no idea.” Carol comments, making herself known. Wendy’s eyes go wide hearing that, turning to look at her, mouth agape, though she doesn’t stop grinding. Seeing this reaction, Carol laughs. “Don’t look at me, Slut. Focus on your Mistress.”

“As I was saying before the little fuckdoll got distracted.” Carol continued. “You have no idea. The number of people I catch staring at her ass in the hallways? It’s hard to even keep count. Not to mention the number of DAILY videos & pictures we have to hunt down & delete, taken of her from behind, focusing on that bulbous ass wobbling with every step. Protecting someone’s image is such a chore when they’re such a needy slut with such an obscene body.”

Carol gives Carsie a wink as Wendy turns back to her. Lending a helping hand to Carsie’s mean dom act was a fun way to blow off a little steam.

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

The kisses to her neck only make the shudders more intense, Carsie's breath hitching as she mindlessly humps her hips upwards, even with no more place to go. The ropes of syrupy spunk don' stop either, starting to leak slowly out the edges of Wendy's stuffed snatch once her womb starts to overflow. It would still be a while before it stopped, but the mess accumulating on the couch and floor was starting to slowly expand, not unlike the Queen's belly. Carsie's nails dig into Wendy's ass as she grinds on her lap, the marks a reminder of the two's longing and lust for one another. As the moments pass, Carsie's eyes flutter open, her head spinning as she lifts it up. It takes a minute for her to focus properly, but the sight of a figure in the corner finally catches her eye. She says nothing, noticing them just watching, clearly eager, aroused and embarrassed.

[royaldepravity]

The figure in the corner smirks, giving Carsie a thumbs up. Still wearing her dark-grey armor with cyan highlights, she leans against the wall, silently enjoying the show. If Wendy was going to get fucked & filled, then she was at least glad that the Queen was doing so somewhere private & safe. And what could be safer than having the head of the Royal Guard watching over Wendy as her wife fucks her silly?

[bitchesandrears]

Once Carsie's eyes adjust and she notices exactly who it is that's watching her and Wendy, she relaxes back into the couch. Not that she particularly cared if any of the staff watched them fuck, but she's glad it's someone she knows and trusts more than the others. She gives Carol a wink before slapping the Queen's ridiculously fat rear, the porcelain skin rippling and dripping sweat. Now that they have someone to preform for, Carsie shifts more into her dominant persona, spanking her wife over and over for Carol's amusement.

[royaldepravity]

Wendy yelps at the slap, immediately resuming riding. Using her psionics to clean up some of the mess, so that they don’t have to bother the cleaning staff later. Between the spankings & her own riding, that absurdly fat ass is shaking & jiggling like jello, wet plapping filling the air. A perfect show for Carol, who watched with a smug grin.

[bitchesandrears]

Carsie groans, head lolling back as Wendy speeds up again, her cock still sensitive after being milked. Her hands go back to groping the Queen's backside, one hand's fingers sinking into the pillowy flesh for grip as the other slips between her cheeks and feels around for her backdoor. Once she finds her target, the ring and middle fingers start to circle Wendy's asshole, applying gentle pressure and teasing the sensitive rim.

"We aren't leaving this room until I've filled every hole and fucked every inch of this perfect fuckdoll body. You need a good long reminder of what your true place is, got it? Nothing but a pretty face and a whore's figure to be used and abused."

Carsie growls a little, her tone hungry and mean, though she might be playing that up a bit for Carol's amusement.

[royaldepravity]

The Queen squirms a bit as her backdoor is prodded, but doesn’t slow down or stop, continuing to bounce (perhaps even a little more frantically than before). Her moaning grows more high-pitched, & she buries her face into Carsie’s shoulder.

“Yes, Mistress! I’m sorry, Mistress! I’ll be your good little empty-headed fuckdoll, so please use me!”

Wendy, still unaware, was just losing herself in the moment.

Carol, watch this, silently laughed. She didn’t know WHY her Queen enjoyed this sort of fantasy so much. But Carsie was good to her, so where was the harm in letting her indulge?

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

The kisses to her neck only make the shudders more intense, Carsie's breath hitching as she mindlessly humps her hips upwards, even with no more place to go. The ropes of syrupy spunk don' stop either, starting to leak slowly out the edges of Wendy's stuffed snatch once her womb starts to overflow. It would still be a while before it stopped, but the mess accumulating on the couch and floor was starting to slowly expand, not unlike the Queen's belly. Carsie's nails dig into Wendy's ass as she grinds on her lap, the marks a reminder of the two's longing and lust for one another. As the moments pass, Carsie's eyes flutter open, her head spinning as she lifts it up. It takes a minute for her to focus properly, but the sight of a figure in the corner finally catches her eye. She says nothing, noticing them just watching, clearly eager, aroused and embarrassed.

[royaldepravity]

The figure in the corner smirks, giving Carsie a thumbs up. Still wearing her dark-grey armor with cyan highlights, she leans against the wall, silently enjoying the show. If Wendy was going to get fucked & filled, then she was at least glad that the Queen was doing so somewhere private & safe. And what could be safer than having the head of the Royal Guard watching over Wendy as her wife fucks her silly?

[bitchesandrears]

Once Carsie's eyes adjust and she notices exactly who it is that's watching her and Wendy, she relaxes back into the couch. Not that she particularly cared if any of the staff watched them fuck, but she's glad it's someone she knows and trusts more than the others. She gives Carol a wink before slapping the Queen's ridiculously fat rear, the porcelain skin rippling and dripping sweat. Now that they have someone to preform for, Carsie shifts more into her dominant persona, spanking her wife over and over for Carol's amusement.

[royaldepravity]

Wendy yelps at the slap, immediately resuming riding. Using her psionics to clean up some of the mess, so that they don’t have to bother the cleaning staff later. Between the spankings & her own riding, that absurdly fat ass is shaking & jiggling like jello, wet plapping filling the air. A perfect show for Carol, who watched with a smug grin.

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

The kisses to her neck only make the shudders more intense, Carsie's breath hitching as she mindlessly humps her hips upwards, even with no more place to go. The ropes of syrupy spunk don' stop either, starting to leak slowly out the edges of Wendy's stuffed snatch once her womb starts to overflow. It would still be a while before it stopped, but the mess accumulating on the couch and floor was starting to slowly expand, not unlike the Queen's belly. Carsie's nails dig into Wendy's ass as she grinds on her lap, the marks a reminder of the two's longing and lust for one another. As the moments pass, Carsie's eyes flutter open, her head spinning as she lifts it up. It takes a minute for her to focus properly, but the sight of a figure in the corner finally catches her eye. She says nothing, noticing them just watching, clearly eager, aroused and embarrassed.

[royaldepravity]

The figure in the corner smirks, giving Carsie a thumbs up. Still wearing her dark-grey armor with cyan highlights, she leans against the wall, silently enjoying the show. If Wendy was going to get fucked & filled, then she was at least glad that the Queen was doing so somewhere private & safe. And what could be safer than having the head of the Royal Guard watching over Wendy as her wife fucks her silly?

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[royaldepravity]

It didn’t take too much of this for Wendy to reach her first climax, practically screaming into Carsie’s mouth as her entire body convulses & shudders. Her tight walls squeezing around the bulge filling her up, milking it, even as they spasm uncontrollably. Rather than stopping, Wendy actually speeds up as she rides her wife, the couch creaking beneath them as she bounces.

[bitchesandrears]

Even with her considerable stamina, Carsie isn't far behind her wife in terms of climax. She whines as she feels her wife's cunt clench down on her tentacock, the feeling of her own orgasm rising in her stomach. As much as she wants to put on a superior air and hold off from cumming quick, with Wendy's increased pressure and speed, and Carsie having not had proper sex in over a week, it doesn't take much more to push her over the edge. With a whole body shudder, Carsie slams Wendy down against her, her swollen tentabulge burying itself as deep as it can go. With so much natural lubrication, the tip pushes past the Queen's cervix, taking up residence as thick, hot ropes of seed flow like honey into her womb. Carsie's head falls back as a long, whine escapes her lips, definitely not appropriate for a woman who supposed to be in charge of this situation. Her hands grip onto Wendy's built-for-breeding hips, holding her down as wave after wave of sticky, warm cum pour into her quickly swelling abdomen.

"Fuuuuuck, Wendyyyy..."

[royaldepravity]

Groaning as she’s filled up, Wendy grinds against Carsie. Just because she’s being held down doesn’t mean she’s going to stop. Insatiable as she was, the Queen would keep going until she broke, leaning forward to kiss at Carsie’s neck.

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[royaldepravity]

It didn’t take too much of this for Wendy to reach her first climax, practically screaming into Carsie’s mouth as her entire body convulses & shudders. Her tight walls squeezing around the bulge filling her up, milking it, even as they spasm uncontrollably. Rather than stopping, Wendy actually speeds up as she rides her wife, the couch creaking beneath them as she bounces.

[allboutculture]

[strongandfirmhand2]

The same button

[stitchesandgears]

-( It's quieter than I remember it being here. )-

[bitchesandrears]

Carsie groans as her pet wife starts riding her, the prehensile tentacle pistoning in and out in time with her to penetrate her deepest crevices. Luckily for both women, Wendy was a professional at taking cocks of all size, and Carsie's bulge could bend and twist to fill any space. Their bodies truly were a match made in heaven for one another. As the Queen bounces, Carsie's hands move up her body, unzipping her skirt and lifting it over her head, along with her shirt and bra. While she would enjoy stripping as well, the position they currently sat in wasn't as conducive for doing so. Though, the bronzeblood did thoroughly enjoy the visual dichotomy of a clothed top and a nude sub, especially if anyone were to intrude on the pair, knowing how much it would drive Wendy crazy.

[royaldepravity]

Wendy didn’t resist the stripping in the slightest, too intent on bouncing in her wife’s lap. Moaning her head off as her hips & ass slammed down against Carsie’s thighs again & again, driving that wonderful bulge as deep inside herself as she could. Each impact causing her ridiculously fat ass to jiggle, & her absurdly large breasts to bounce as the sounds of slapping flesh, wet squelching, & whorish moans filled the room. And, perhaps, a little gasp…

[bitchesandrears]

The sounds that echo throughout Wendy's office are Carsie's favorite music of all; simply raw, unfiltered sounds of two people connecting and indulging in the most special of ways. Carsie does her best to maintain her dominant persona role as Wendy bounces and moans like a good whore for her, but everything about the situation is just so comforting and lovely that the mask begins to slip a bit. The larger woman lets out several long, needy moans as her cock fills her wife completely, the entire tapered shaft bottoming out when their hips meet. She can see the bulge in Wendy's abdomen each time it fills her, distending and writhing in her well-stretched cunt, the tip teasing and poking her cervix each time. Carsie's hands move up Wendy's backside as they fuck, one remaining on her back and the other cradling her smooth scalp to push her in close for more hungry, needy kisses.

[royaldepravity]

Toned stomach bulging as she’s filled up, Wendy moans into the kiss, riding Carsie like her life depended on it. Everything else fell away as she completely submitted to the pleasure she was feeling. To being Carsie’s well trained pet. So lost in the action was she that she hadn’t noticed someone else slip into the office, watching this scene from the corner with incredible fascination.