Write in ashika Ranganath .
Totally loved itGoray lay still as did the queen. She was still recovering from Mahmud's forceful entry. But Mahmud was off and running, buggering her as hard and fast as he could. He even lifted her off Goray Lal but not enough to have the huge penis leave her cunt, just enough so that he could wrap his hands around her hips to brace her and keep her still as he assaulted her rectum. No wonder then that in a short while he was spewing his come into her ass. It was a spent but very satisfied Mahmud who removed his limp dick out of the queen's ass. This undoubtedly had been physically the most enjoyable ass fuck of his life.
Goray Lal now began moving. He lifted up the queen whose back was now unfettered of Mahmud's weight. He picked her up and dropped her on his gargantuan cock. But she who had just had her ass ravaged had enough of this lack of control. She told Goray Lal to stop tossing her up and down.
Instead she rode him at a pace and rhythm that would slowly take her to fulfillment. Goray Lal lay still and let her work her magic with her cunt as he tweaked her breasts and then later as his passion built up sucked viciously on one and then the other engorged and erect nipple.
The tempo of her up and down thrusts increased with her rising passion and this was heightened by Goray Lal when in a well practiced maneuver, one that had proven results, he began strumming on her clitoris with his fingers. That did it; she came furiously, bathing his cock with her come even as her mouth sucked out every little dribble of saliva he had in his.
They lay like that. Maharani cradled in her servant's massive arms, her body on his, softly sucking on each other's mouth, till her passion was spent.
But the giant's cock had not spewed its venom. The Maharani had come but not her serf. So he lifted her off his prick and off his body. He turned her onto her haunches and moved behind her. His intentions were clear and she submissively subjugated herself to them. He spat on his cock and her anus. That was all the lubrication he needed for what he was about to do and what afforded him more pleasure than anything else in his life. His prick head found her ass hole and in one fell swoop penetrated it. He pushed in till every inch of the whole enormous thing was embedded and she felt once again that horrible but pleasurable feeling of being stuffed. No matter how many times he buggered her that feeling never went away.
And he rode her, holding on to her hips as he sodomized her. She passively sweated beneath him waiting for him to reach his climax. Being buggered and enjoying it immensely.
And he reached his climax even though as ever he wanted it to last for ever. He gripped her hips and with purpose pushed his prick into the darkest recesses of her rectum as it spewed its sizzling contents into her ravished and well fucked insides.
And they lay like that, vassal draped on Maharani till she pushed him off her.
He got up and she ordered him to dress and get out of there. This he did.
Only Deepika and Mahmud were left in that huge tent. Was this a good time for Mahmud to appeal to her soft and submissive side? He had envisaged a moment were she would be so filled with his come and so beguiled with his fucking prowess that she would be like soft putty in his hands. Was this the time? Would there ever be a proper time? The intrusion of Goray Lal had thrown all his calculations askew.
Go for it, he thought.
"Your majesty," said Mahmud, starting what he thought would be a dialogue leading to his release, "what will become of this humble teacher of yours?" He was referring of course to the fact that he had been her first real lover, as opposed to her husband who had merely been the first one to fuck her. He had been the one who had taught her to fuck properly and with passion, and the one who by her own admission had sent her up the path to becoming a Maharani.
She looked at him tenderly and said," I am a woman and when I made love to you, I did so with my mind and body. And even though you abandoned me I still have a soft corner for you."
Aha, thought the wily Mahmud my opening has come quicker than I thought, "So will your imperial highness then free me and let me get home to my wife and son?"
She drew in a long breath and said, "Unfortunately that will not be possible."
"I am also a ruler and I now want peace and prosperity for my people. I have to make an example of you so that no one ever dares to attack my land and its people. You will have to be executed, but like a king - your head will be crushed by an elephant."
And so it was done at dawn the next day. Mahmud was then buried in an unmarked grave.
It was late evening a few days later that a weary Maharani Deepika returned to her palace. She was greeted by a girl who came bounding up yelling," Ma! Ma! You are back!"
A rejuvenated Deepika got off her horse and scooped up her daughter and hugged her till her arms began to ache. Already this ten year old was physically a match for boys her age. She was a natural with the sword and the bow and her mental agility astonished her teachers – even Chanakya.
"Yes," thought Deepika, "she will make a great Maharani one day."
THE-END
Awesome story.Goray lay still as did the queen. She was still recovering from Mahmud's forceful entry. But Mahmud was off and running, buggering her as hard and fast as he could. He even lifted her off Goray Lal but not enough to have the huge penis leave her cunt, just enough so that he could wrap his hands around her hips to brace her and keep her still as he assaulted her rectum. No wonder then that in a short while he was spewing his come into her ass. It was a spent but very satisfied Mahmud who removed his limp dick out of the queen's ass. This undoubtedly had been physically the most enjoyable ass fuck of his life.
Goray Lal now began moving. He lifted up the queen whose back was now unfettered of Mahmud's weight. He picked her up and dropped her on his gargantuan cock. But she who had just had her ass ravaged had enough of this lack of control. She told Goray Lal to stop tossing her up and down.
Instead she rode him at a pace and rhythm that would slowly take her to fulfillment. Goray Lal lay still and let her work her magic with her cunt as he tweaked her breasts and then later as his passion built up sucked viciously on one and then the other engorged and erect nipple.
The tempo of her up and down thrusts increased with her rising passion and this was heightened by Goray Lal when in a well practiced maneuver, one that had proven results, he began strumming on her clitoris with his fingers. That did it; she came furiously, bathing his cock with her come even as her mouth sucked out every little dribble of saliva he had in his.
They lay like that. Maharani cradled in her servant's massive arms, her body on his, softly sucking on each other's mouth, till her passion was spent.
But the giant's cock had not spewed its venom. The Maharani had come but not her serf. So he lifted her off his prick and off his body. He turned her onto her haunches and moved behind her. His intentions were clear and she submissively subjugated herself to them. He spat on his cock and her anus. That was all the lubrication he needed for what he was about to do and what afforded him more pleasure than anything else in his life. His prick head found her ass hole and in one fell swoop penetrated it. He pushed in till every inch of the whole enormous thing was embedded and she felt once again that horrible but pleasurable feeling of being stuffed. No matter how many times he buggered her that feeling never went away.
And he rode her, holding on to her hips as he sodomized her. She passively sweated beneath him waiting for him to reach his climax. Being buggered and enjoying it immensely.
And he reached his climax even though as ever he wanted it to last for ever. He gripped her hips and with purpose pushed his prick into the darkest recesses of her rectum as it spewed its sizzling contents into her ravished and well fucked insides.
And they lay like that, vassal draped on Maharani till she pushed him off her.
He got up and she ordered him to dress and get out of there. This he did.
Only Deepika and Mahmud were left in that huge tent. Was this a good time for Mahmud to appeal to her soft and submissive side? He had envisaged a moment were she would be so filled with his come and so beguiled with his fucking prowess that she would be like soft putty in his hands. Was this the time? Would there ever be a proper time? The intrusion of Goray Lal had thrown all his calculations askew.
Go for it, he thought.
"Your majesty," said Mahmud, starting what he thought would be a dialogue leading to his release, "what will become of this humble teacher of yours?" He was referring of course to the fact that he had been her first real lover, as opposed to her husband who had merely been the first one to fuck her. He had been the one who had taught her to fuck properly and with passion, and the one who by her own admission had sent her up the path to becoming a Maharani.
She looked at him tenderly and said," I am a woman and when I made love to you, I did so with my mind and body. And even though you abandoned me I still have a soft corner for you."
Aha, thought the wily Mahmud my opening has come quicker than I thought, "So will your imperial highness then free me and let me get home to my wife and son?"
She drew in a long breath and said, "Unfortunately that will not be possible."
"I am also a ruler and I now want peace and prosperity for my people. I have to make an example of you so that no one ever dares to attack my land and its people. You will have to be executed, but like a king - your head will be crushed by an elephant."
And so it was done at dawn the next day. Mahmud was then buried in an unmarked grave.
It was late evening a few days later that a weary Maharani Deepika returned to her palace. She was greeted by a girl who came bounding up yelling," Ma! Ma! You are back!"
A rejuvenated Deepika got off her horse and scooped up her daughter and hugged her till her arms began to ache. Already this ten year old was physically a match for boys her age. She was a natural with the sword and the bow and her mental agility astonished her teachers – even Chanakya.
"Yes," thought Deepika, "she will make a great Maharani one day."
THE-END