Adultery A Royal Impregnation by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He squeezed his buttocks as he felt his entire being summoned to the experience.

"Cum for me, my laadla," crooned the Rajmata, at her sluttish worst and recalling the familiarity of his growing years at the same time. (Laadla: an endearment for a beloved son.)

"Here!" she exclaimed in victory. "Note how my fist is down at your every convulsion!"

Just as she said this both she and Samar Singh lost momentary control and a few random jerks ensued. He gripped her and pulled her to himself. His face was buried in her bosom and his hips thrust into her hard. But the Rajmata took the situation back.

"Now," she exhorted him. Her fingers read the pulsating pillar in her grip.

"Watch," she ordered him as she fisted him down expecting a shot from his cock which she sensed was ready to explode. The cock was tremulous; the seed seemed to pause. She quickly slid up and back down. "Fuck like that to make it burst; don't allow it to recede," she said quickly, using the opportunity to make a point.

She fisted down and watched, hoping this was it. Samar Singh released his buttocks and his entire cock seemed to melt in that instance. Fluids held back seemed to gather and flow through.

"Take what now is Samyukta's!" hollered the subjugated soldier as he let go.

The spurt was huge and caught Rajmata unawares. It splattered on her neck. The fact that her fist was at the base of his cock and the cock was unsheathed so that, like a slingshot it released its load with force; the shot hit her with a splatter.

"That! That!," gasped the sexual virtuoso of a woman. But she could not complete the intended sentence. The flailing and thrusting was rapid. The scene had moved on.

Her fist rose. "You must pull back so that the next shot is as vigorous," she explained and rammed her fist back in time for the next spurt. This was more copious and less forceful.

"Now, one more!" goaded the Rajmata. The spurt became more heavy as the force dwindled.

"Now, a trick," she smiled, thinking of who, when and how she had learned of this one. "If you want to build up this melting spew into one last shot, clench your buttocks. Clench!" she said forcefully, bringing him to reality from the stupor of orgasmic delight.

"Now, rapid jabs in and out to raise the stimulation," she fisted the head alone. "Nod to me when you feel that you are ready to burst but for the clenching," she looked intently at his face. She noticed he was sweating. She realized that she too was sweating. And that first gob that had hit her on her throat was now racing down. The slopes of her bosom made sure the stream of cum ran down her cleavage. It soaked the silk bodice within.

He nodded. "Now! Maaaaaaaaaaa!" he screamed.

She ran her fist down fully, completely, unsheathing the wonderfully stimulated, conquered, tortured, milked cock. Samar Singh sucked in his stomach, his loins shuddered and he spurted a shot comparable with the very first one. It did not have as much volume as that first; it tried to reach out for the rose-tinted and flushed neck of the Rajmata and fell back to the amalgam of fist and cock below.