24-02-2019, 01:02 PM
"Do you masturbate? Answer me, it is a serious question," Rajmata persisted.
Samar Singh felt his throat dry up. The Maharaja's mother was perilously close to him, he could smell her perfume and even the natural aroma of her body. He nodded silently.
"Well, you will fuck Samyukta till you feel the same sensation rise up in you as you feel when you masturbate. When the crisis is upon you, you will fuck harder; not slow down to prolong the act. When you fuck harder, you will explode into orgasm and shoot forth your seed. And when you shoot, you will keep yourself embedded deep in her. Every spurt must spray into her womb. Pull back between spurts, so that you bring out greater bursts of seed. Understood?" asked the Rajmata, unconsciously licking her lips as she salivated. It was a reflexive action on her part, but the sexual message from her was clearly visible to Samar Singh.
He gaped in disbelief at her. He understood every word, but it was hopelessly unreal. As he was transfixed, Rajmata mistook it for ignorance.
"Here, let me show you," said the Rajmata pushing on with the job of preparing the young man for the royal service. She slid her hands down his torso, leaning over him. Her hands pressed on the breast plate and armor and raced downward. She insinuated her hand between armor and the folds of his dhoti. Her fingers found the forest of pubic hair and the massively engorged head of his penis pressed back against his stomach.
Her fingertips slid around the head, marveling at the size of the knob. Her palm slid down the underside of his cock; she noted the thickness and found herself worrying for her daughter-in-law. Thankfully it was not unreasonably long, though she found herself wondering whether a longer cock would have ensured the drenching of the womb.
Samar Singh collapsed to the floor with the convulsions that wracked him as he felt the smooth silken fingers probe the contours of his manhood. The woman he had seen during his growing years as the Rajmata now loomed over his supine body. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were lidded heavy. Suddenly, the slut in her was on full display.
Samar Singh gasped as she loosened the folds of his dhoti, unraveling the long garment so that he now lay unpackaged with his trappings spread under him. Her globe-like breasts hung above him, inviting him to grab her but he didn't dare do that.
"This," whispered Rajmata, "is what I want you to use." Her fingers traveled up and down the thick weapon, feeling its heat. The trunk of his cock was dry but the head was smeared with a slimy cap of precum. She ran her thumb over the head, smearing her own thumb with the juices and spreading them on the ram. She was going to simulate a fuck with her fist and show him how to hold back between spurts and how to thrust in during the spurting. She needed to prepare the cock to take the rough fisting that was to come without hurting this darling boy.
"This is the act of fucking," she murmured, her mouth slurring with the saliva pooling there reflexively. "My fist is Samyukta's cunt. When my fist rises up, that is when your cock is at the mouth of her lips. Yes?" she asked, wanting to ensure her student understood the mechanics of the lesson.
Samar Singh shuddered, "Y-y-y-esssss" he managed, as the bejeweled hand rode up the cock, the bottom of her clenched fist letting the head slip out.
"You will be this wet, and she may well add to your wetness. That will not be good for the task at hand. We need you to be aroused quickly and orgasm even faster. So you may have to dry your cock. But just now, I will not, because I don't want to hurt you," she explained. "In fact, these must go" she said and deftly removed the several rings she wore on her fingers.
She now gripped his cock hard in her fist and Samar Singh growled. Without the bands of the rings and with the extra pressure she was driving him mad with lust. Rajmata relaxed her fist on the Chief of Guard's cock. "A cunt is never as tight as one can make one's fist. The trick to a quick cum is knowing the extra sensitive zone on your head" she went, marveling at her own sexual expertise.
She rotated her thumb on the head and looked into his eyes to see where the reaction was most. Samar Singh had his fists clenched and was thumping the carpet in frustration. Suddenly he pulled up his knees, shuddering. "Aaaaaaaaah!" he growled in his throat. He would have liked to scream at the pleasure those soft silken fingers were showering him with; but his team would enter the tent in the blink of an eye if he did that.
"There!" said the Rajmata triumphantly. "That is where the zone is. It is this you must manipulate to rub the lips of her cunt as you fuck. Now, lets show you how."
She pushed her bangles up from her wrist so they wouldn't jangle and attract attention. More importantly, they might fall on or scbang the wonderful specimen of manhood she was enjoying handling. The equipment was crucial for the mission at hand and in the corner of her mind she noted that here was an asset that merited careful handling... "Listen carefully," she instructed her student.
"When my fist is up and off your cock, you are outside Samyukta," she said, noting the copious fluid. No chance of hurting with this much of ooze, she thought to herself.
"When I slide my fist down, that is you thrusting forward, and the cock entering the cunt. Remember, it is you who will be thrusting and the cunt that is not moving," she clarified. "How can I be so sure?" she wondered. "Won't Samyukta twitch, throb, convulse and thrust up?"
"Now this," she said as her fist rode down the cock, pulling the sheath back, "is what happens when you plunge into her. Do you feel the caressing and stimulation in your cock?"
"Unh!" grunted Samar Singh in response.
"Do you? Answer me! You have to observe, not lose yourself in pleasure," she insisted, demanding the impossible of him.
Samar Singh nodded, his mind spinning. This was unreal. And what if someone walked in? He had told his deputy that he would back in a jiffy to set up their own tents. Or worse, if Samyukta walked in on the sight of the Chief of Guards being fisted by the Rajmata? Yet, he desperately hoped the Rajmata would not have the same fears and stop. He didn't want this to stop. Right now he wanted to push the woman back and impale her like a beast falling on its prey. He thrust his hips back and forward seeking his own pleasure, against her command.
Samar Singh felt his throat dry up. The Maharaja's mother was perilously close to him, he could smell her perfume and even the natural aroma of her body. He nodded silently.
"Well, you will fuck Samyukta till you feel the same sensation rise up in you as you feel when you masturbate. When the crisis is upon you, you will fuck harder; not slow down to prolong the act. When you fuck harder, you will explode into orgasm and shoot forth your seed. And when you shoot, you will keep yourself embedded deep in her. Every spurt must spray into her womb. Pull back between spurts, so that you bring out greater bursts of seed. Understood?" asked the Rajmata, unconsciously licking her lips as she salivated. It was a reflexive action on her part, but the sexual message from her was clearly visible to Samar Singh.
He gaped in disbelief at her. He understood every word, but it was hopelessly unreal. As he was transfixed, Rajmata mistook it for ignorance.
"Here, let me show you," said the Rajmata pushing on with the job of preparing the young man for the royal service. She slid her hands down his torso, leaning over him. Her hands pressed on the breast plate and armor and raced downward. She insinuated her hand between armor and the folds of his dhoti. Her fingers found the forest of pubic hair and the massively engorged head of his penis pressed back against his stomach.
Her fingertips slid around the head, marveling at the size of the knob. Her palm slid down the underside of his cock; she noted the thickness and found herself worrying for her daughter-in-law. Thankfully it was not unreasonably long, though she found herself wondering whether a longer cock would have ensured the drenching of the womb.
Samar Singh collapsed to the floor with the convulsions that wracked him as he felt the smooth silken fingers probe the contours of his manhood. The woman he had seen during his growing years as the Rajmata now loomed over his supine body. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were lidded heavy. Suddenly, the slut in her was on full display.
Samar Singh gasped as she loosened the folds of his dhoti, unraveling the long garment so that he now lay unpackaged with his trappings spread under him. Her globe-like breasts hung above him, inviting him to grab her but he didn't dare do that.
"This," whispered Rajmata, "is what I want you to use." Her fingers traveled up and down the thick weapon, feeling its heat. The trunk of his cock was dry but the head was smeared with a slimy cap of precum. She ran her thumb over the head, smearing her own thumb with the juices and spreading them on the ram. She was going to simulate a fuck with her fist and show him how to hold back between spurts and how to thrust in during the spurting. She needed to prepare the cock to take the rough fisting that was to come without hurting this darling boy.
"This is the act of fucking," she murmured, her mouth slurring with the saliva pooling there reflexively. "My fist is Samyukta's cunt. When my fist rises up, that is when your cock is at the mouth of her lips. Yes?" she asked, wanting to ensure her student understood the mechanics of the lesson.
Samar Singh shuddered, "Y-y-y-esssss" he managed, as the bejeweled hand rode up the cock, the bottom of her clenched fist letting the head slip out.
"You will be this wet, and she may well add to your wetness. That will not be good for the task at hand. We need you to be aroused quickly and orgasm even faster. So you may have to dry your cock. But just now, I will not, because I don't want to hurt you," she explained. "In fact, these must go" she said and deftly removed the several rings she wore on her fingers.
She now gripped his cock hard in her fist and Samar Singh growled. Without the bands of the rings and with the extra pressure she was driving him mad with lust. Rajmata relaxed her fist on the Chief of Guard's cock. "A cunt is never as tight as one can make one's fist. The trick to a quick cum is knowing the extra sensitive zone on your head" she went, marveling at her own sexual expertise.
She rotated her thumb on the head and looked into his eyes to see where the reaction was most. Samar Singh had his fists clenched and was thumping the carpet in frustration. Suddenly he pulled up his knees, shuddering. "Aaaaaaaaah!" he growled in his throat. He would have liked to scream at the pleasure those soft silken fingers were showering him with; but his team would enter the tent in the blink of an eye if he did that.
"There!" said the Rajmata triumphantly. "That is where the zone is. It is this you must manipulate to rub the lips of her cunt as you fuck. Now, lets show you how."
She pushed her bangles up from her wrist so they wouldn't jangle and attract attention. More importantly, they might fall on or scbang the wonderful specimen of manhood she was enjoying handling. The equipment was crucial for the mission at hand and in the corner of her mind she noted that here was an asset that merited careful handling... "Listen carefully," she instructed her student.
"When my fist is up and off your cock, you are outside Samyukta," she said, noting the copious fluid. No chance of hurting with this much of ooze, she thought to herself.
"When I slide my fist down, that is you thrusting forward, and the cock entering the cunt. Remember, it is you who will be thrusting and the cunt that is not moving," she clarified. "How can I be so sure?" she wondered. "Won't Samyukta twitch, throb, convulse and thrust up?"
"Now this," she said as her fist rode down the cock, pulling the sheath back, "is what happens when you plunge into her. Do you feel the caressing and stimulation in your cock?"
"Unh!" grunted Samar Singh in response.
"Do you? Answer me! You have to observe, not lose yourself in pleasure," she insisted, demanding the impossible of him.
Samar Singh nodded, his mind spinning. This was unreal. And what if someone walked in? He had told his deputy that he would back in a jiffy to set up their own tents. Or worse, if Samyukta walked in on the sight of the Chief of Guards being fisted by the Rajmata? Yet, he desperately hoped the Rajmata would not have the same fears and stop. He didn't want this to stop. Right now he wanted to push the woman back and impale her like a beast falling on its prey. He thrust his hips back and forward seeking his own pleasure, against her command.
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