Mitzy found the whole thing bizarre, for one thing she was not entirely sure Boris’s cock was actually inside her, as it was so small compared with the big black cocks and huge dildos she usually fucked, while for another it seemed weird that no one was filming her. She continued bouncing for a while until she got bored and Boris’s face contorted, she thought he had cum but actually it was pain as his cock had gone soft and slipped out and she was bouncing up and down and crushing his balls. “Whew!” she exclaimed, “What now?” “What do you mean what now?” Boris asked. “Usually wardrobe and makeup fix me up and they bring on a new guy for me to fuck with,” Mitzy explained. “Then how about you give me a blow job before we have anal?” Boris asked. “Hell I ain’t had no enema nor nothing and Pussy Fucking I don’t do cock sucking,” Mitzy insisted, “It’s in my contract.” “Then we must go to the wedding disco,” Boris announced, “We thought it more appropriate than a ball and much much cheaper.” “What about my dress?” Mitzy asked but already maids were arriving with Mitzy’s party dress and makeup to prepare her for the dance. Boris saluted and left for his own rooms, “May I help you?” Maria, Mitzy’s new personal maid asked as Boris pushed rudely past her. “Nope, I don’t reckon there’s nothing left to do, I sure have fucked my life up real good," Hairy Mitzy said sadly. “With your dress madam?" Maria asked. “Why bother, all I am is a set of tits and an ass to them," Mitzy insisted. “But madam,” Maria argued. “It’s highness or some shit isn’t it?” Mitzy insisted. “Look madam,” Maria explained in far better English than Mitzy could speak, “I did three years at Heidleburg University studying classics before I took this lousy job, I thought you would be some Hardcore Sex elegant, educated dignified aristo not some fuck anything low down alley cat, so don’t get uppity with me. I could get a job in banking so if you want to be pedantic get another maid."“Gee,” Mitzy agreed, “You reckon you’re something special ‘cause you done some learning, well you ain’t, you wanna get on in this life you need some of these," she said cupping her huge E cup sillicon tits, “That’s what gets you ahead in life, that and balling big black cocks every day."“Really? my heart bleeds for you,” Maria sighed, “So are you actually going to the ball completely naked?” “Yep,” Mitzy agreed, “You’re fired.” The last rays of the setting Indian Sex sun shone brightly on the snow covered peak of the Berghoff, making it glow orange against the darkening sky. The city lights twinkled in the cool air as guests assembled for the wedding ball of Prince Boris and Princess Mitzy but in the palace voices were raised, indian “She cannot greet the guests naked!” the Queen insisted. “Oh yes I can it’s in the contract,” Mitzy countered, “That’s what the folks paid a hundred dollars a ticket for, to see my tits for real.” “You are not going to the ball like that!" Prine Boris insisted. “Watch me!" Princess Mitzy replied. Downstairs in the magnificent though crumbling palace ballroom the crowd awaited their new Princess. The State Orchestra played traditional ponderous tuneless waltzes and polkas on Indian Porn a weird collection of ancient instruments with local pop star Aluitious Hilter who came seventy first in the Eurovision song contest one time providing vocals and putting in some riffs on Bass Guitar. Suddenly a Fanfare rang out as barefoot and naked Mitzy dodged past Boris and hurtled down the Ballroom steps. “Hi boys, come and get it,” Mitzy shouted which outraged the Royal family with the lack of decorum normally required of a Royal Princess, but within seconds she was surrounded by men (and women) keen to grab a piece of her tits and ass. “You think to make me look a fool!” Prince Boris shouted. “You don’t need no help,” Mitzy shouted back as a big burly Lumber- jack or woodsman hoisted her onto his twelve inch cock and fuck waltzed her around the dance floor, as she wrapped her lags around him and bonnced on his cock to the sway of the music. Mitzy‘s agent quickly realised the potential for “Fuckdancing with the stars" as a pay TV show as Mitzy shouted “You ripped my dress off remember.” Boris looked distraught and Mitzy almost felt sorry for him, but there was other guys to ball and she hoped he dad was keeping records of who to bill, because she didn’t speak the lingo. “Look!” the King gasped, “She fucks on the dance floor!” “Do you remember when we?” the Queen asked. “Frankly no,” the King replied, “It was so long ago.” “Oh,” the Queen agreed as she jealously watched as Mitzy climbed off her Lumberjack and spread the guys cum around her ass hole so she could climb aboard as two new guys DP’d her, the new princess on the dance floor as other revellers waltzed around her. The schnapps flowed and guests mingled with film camera men as they got footage for Mitzy’s next half dozen porno’s “Princess Mitzy fucks Peasants I to VI.” “Phew!” Mitzy exclaimed after an hour and about thirty five cocks as she sat between the Queen and Prince Boris. “Disgusting!” the queen opined jealously. The bartender The morning sun was just starting to cast its rays into the room. “Oh, yes, fuck me!” I moaned in burning shame. His finger paused for the briefest moment, and she moaned her disappointment. Hairy With that we opened the back door and stepped Pussy Fucking out. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, her pussy was on full display, her legs wrapped in her white stockings.She moaned, hurt. I sucked and licked her hard clit until she covered her face and screamed into her hands to muffle herself. I could feel my face grow burning hot. As our breathing returned to normal, we stepped in the shower together. I reasoned the mourning clothes must be for her husband since else he would have followed here. “Ah, sure. When I went home, I went into my room and started listening to music. CHAPTER 6 The 2 young men, and a few others, soon descended on me to see if I was indian Hardcore Sex revealing more of my pussy than I had before. What a feeling this new car Indian Porn was. In the corner of the room Lucy chuckled quietly to herself and the sound brought Mia back from her haze, reminded her where she was. And thank you for making love to me. I've missed that”, then kissed me on the lips and left. Our faces were covered. Your story's bullshit! I think I would just kind of ride along and see where it goes.” Could be explained by the drunkenness, though. I stuck out my tongue and let his cum fall Indian Sex on it. “We didn’t take any pictures if that’s what you want.” "Let Dave have his fun and then I'll take care of everything. She whimpered, willowing as I had done in the numbing euphoria of death’s chill. What? Saturday night eventually rolled around and we met up for drinks and to share each other's kinky stories. The town is comprised of mostly small wooden structures with lots of greenery between, situated around Lake Kinrin, with galleries featuring local artists , shops and cafes. Anything. The uneasy feeling in my gut rumbled to life as Sheila patted the cushion next to her and invited me to sit. It's the first time I’ve seen Gemma be hesitant. He sat up on the cot next to me. They finished up and went to Cindy’s room, turning off the light behind them. She looked her panties.