1. Happy Endings


    Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    expensive-looking silver crown. The whole outfit was quite well done, actually, but it didn’t make up for the contents. “So,” she said. “My face reminds you of a pond at night?” “What?” the prince exclaimed, reddening. “No, not at all, I... oh, my lady, please do excuse my lack of eloquence, so stunned was I by your radiant beauty...” Oh please, she thought, pass me the bucket! “...please accept my most humble apologies for any, assuredly unintended, offence,” he wittered on. “Allow me to get you a d... oh.” At that moment Myr’s drink arrived. She accepted it gratefully and rolled her eyes at Ren, who grinned sheepishly back. She took a long sip, finishing half the large measure in one mouthful, pulled a twenty pound note from her cleavage and told Ren to keep the change. She turned back to the prince. He introduced himself as Chester, and gradually dropped the prince-charming act as his faux-medieval vocabulary ran out on him. He went on and on and on at great length, about nothing of interest and little of sense. Myr tried to listen at first, out of politeness, but soon found herself fantasising about Ren. She imagined laying a trail of soft kisses around the luscious curves of the barmaid’s bottom and upper thighs, gently parting her legs, spiraling inward with her kisses, closer and closer, feeling a moist heat press against her face as she extended her tongue and tasted... She snapped out of it, coming back to the room with a small cough. She straightened herself up ...
    on the stool, uncrossed her legs - she felt a little wetness soak out into her underwear as her thighs parted, and briefly pictured Ren on her knees between them, lapping it up - and then re-crossed them the other way. “...so then when the old man finally pops his clogs the whole thing’ll be mine,” said Chester triumphantly. “How fabulous,” said Myr, keeping all but a trace of sarcasm out of her voice. She swigged back the last of her drink. “Another?” he asked. She nodded. The bar was deserted. Chester leaned over it, looking around timidly. “Er, hello?” he said. “Anybody there?” Like a little boy in a sweetshop , Myr thought, trying not to laugh. A door at the back of the bar area swung open, and a different barmaid came out. This one was tall, slim and blonde. The standard black uniform hid her figure much more than it could ever hide Ren’s obvious sweeps and swells, but Myr stroked her gaze slowly over the newcomer’s body anyway. Smallish boobs, a flat stomach and narrow hips was all she could really make out. Well, that and the woman’s shoes - fabulous low heels with intricate silver buckles. Myr meant to ask her where she had got them but, with everything that happened later, never did. Chester ordered the drinks - an expensive single malt for himself, the usual for her. The blonde woman’s trousers were tighter, her shirt better tucked in, and Myr was denied any tantalising exposure of flesh as she bent down. Nice arse, though. Their drinks arrived. Chester paid. “To a ...
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