Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He fucked his new wife in the middle of the night
Then he made her get down on her knees
Down on her knees she wanted to please
And she couldn’t think of nothing better
He squirmed & he moaned, he yelled & he groaned
This got her sweet pussy much wetter
The King and His Search
Once upon at time in a land far, far away there lived a King. The king was lonely and wanted to find a Queen to love and to help him run his country.
“This has to be a special Queen.” The king told his noble servant. “She has to have that unique quality only I will know about and only I have seen. You know what my specialty is, get the word out and find me a Queen!” He instructed. “I, along with the rest of the staff will plan a grand ball to be held at the end of 30 days to select from whom you have found to be my Queen.” The King exclaimed.
“For if I’m not satisfied with your findings…” The King paused, walked closer to his servant and put his nose on top of his, “then off with your head.” He growled.
Being the wise servant that he was, George knew exactly what the King was looking for. He packed a few belongings in a sack along with some food and set out on his journey to help the King find his mate.
George stopped at every town and village delivering the message that the King of Ecstascia was searching for a Queen. He traveled day and night, sometimes the sun so hot and intense it turned him several shades of brown and other times the storms and rain so cold and bitter, he thought he’d die.
After 21 days on his mission, George finally returned back to the land of Ecstascia with a wonderful report for the King.
“Your majesty, I have returned with great news. I have delivered your message to every village, town, and every place of residence in between about your grand ball and your search for a Queen. Women from near and far will flock here to try their hand at being the Queen of Ecstasia.”
The King just sat on his red velvet and jeweled encrusted throne and listened attentively as his faithful servant continued to speak.
“To describe the beautiful creatures I have seen would spoil the special moment for you when they arrive for your grand ball.” The servant informed him with a smile.
“So, the women you saw were beautiful you say?” The King asked intrigued.
“Yes, your majesty. Their beauty was unspeakable. Their skin smooth like a baby’s bottom, their hair soft like lamb’s wool…” His voice trailed off as he daydreamed of all the women he saw on his journey.
Clearing his throat and bringing his imaginative servant back to reality, the King spoke, “Are, you saying I should have enough to choose from?”
“Oh yes your majesty. May I also add you may have a difficult time with your choosing?” The servant, who was pleased with the outcome of his task, gave a nod.
“I know exactly what I need to find and how I’ll go about finding it.” The King smiled. “You did a wonderful job. Go get cleaned up, something to eat and some rest. I’ll meet you later for I want to hear more about your interesting travels.”
“Yes, your majesty.” The servant said, feeling proud of his accomplishment. He couldn’t wait to see all of the beautiful maidens that were to come to the King’s spectacular grand ball.
Days had passed and finally the day of the King’s grand ball was here. The entire town was excited about the idea that the King was looking for a Queen and that so many people had traveled to the land of Ecstasia. The town was in full celebration. Local shops were packed with out of town guests buying all the merchants had. The pubs even opened earlier than usual to accommodate those who wanted to quench their thirst with the best ale in all the land. Street entertainers performed by singing, dancing and amazing the visitors with magic. But quiet as kept, the townspeople were all hoping that the new Queen would be one of their own, a resident of Ecstasia.
The King’s castle was decorated and adorned with the best and most expensive of velvets, furs, satin and gold. The king’s personal chefs had planned a hearty menu for all the guests along with the best of wines from the best of the local vineyards. The King himself was bathed in the most expensive and premium oils and wore nothing but the finest and most fitting clothing. As a matter of fact, he called for the top 5 tailors throughout the country and had each one sew for him 5 suits of clothes from the first-rate of fabrics.
“This is going to be a magnificent celebration we shall not forget too soon.” He announced as he was being dressed.
It was almost time for the ball to begin. The King looked out a window and saw beautiful women as far as his onyx colored eyes could see. He couldn’t wait until they all came inside so he could get a closer look. “Open the gates!” He shouted to his guards as he walked towards the ballroom.
When the gates opened, the women flooded in like water from a vessel. There were tall ones, short ones, heavy ones, thin ones. Light ones and dark ones, even some ugly ones had managed to get in. The King, with his loyal servant, took a walk around as the soul stirring and highly regarded band played getting a closer view of all the ladies that had come to try to be his Queen. If there were any noticeable flaws, he quickly dismissed the woman and sent her back to whence she had come. “No, no, no.” was the only thing he said going through the sea of women and pointing out the ones he did not want to get acquainted with. The process was quick for him yet painful for many.
“Why? What is wrong with me?” Some of the want-to-be queens cried out. “I’ve traveled too far for you to just say no.” Others stated trying to stand their ground on why they should be allowed to stay. Still some ran out, hands covering their faces and sobbing.
The ones the King liked he would have George write their names on a scroll. “Make sure they’re comfortable until I meet with them later.” He told his devoted servant. Those who did get selected were overwhelmed with joy and knew they were just one step closer to becoming Queen of Ecstasia.
Pretty soon, day turned to night and the King had lost count on how many women he turned away and how many he kept. He had seen the majority of the ladies by dinner time. Pulling his unwavering servants to the side he had came up with a plan that would help him find his Queen much sooner.
“With all the beautiful maidens I still have to select from I need to move on to the ones who I have chosen. Have all of the ladies who are in guest rooms bathe and meet me in the South part of the palace after dinner, dressed in nothing but the silk and linen clothing I’ve had specially made for them. All of those here in the ballroom if they have not been selected as of yet, escort them out and let them know if I’m unable to find my Queen tonight, they will be called upon tomorrow.” He stated.
George, his head and most trusted servant rounded up the staff and instructed them to quickly usher the other ladies out giving them the message that if need be, the King will summon them the next day.
That night, the King had all the strikingly gorgeous women assemble together in his chambers. There he fed them the sweetest of fruits and berries and goblets of tasty wine. There was dancing, laughter and sensual merriment. After several hours of fondling, teasing and lovemaking the King called for his trusty servant. Stepping over the tired and sleeping ladies, the anxious servant made his way to the King, who by the way was only dressed in a purple velvet robe and soft matching slippers. His manliness was hanging out for the entire kingdom to see if the entire kingdom had been present.
“Yes, your majesty?” George asked looking the King directly in his eyes.
Looking around at the alluring naked women the King made his statement, “There is no one here who has that special quality.”
“Are you sure, your majesty?” The shocked and disappointed servant asked.
“Yes, I’m sure!” The King bellowed. “I’ve seen and tested every one of them. They are beautiful but not quite what I’m looking for.” The King shook his head in dissatisfaction.
Remembering the King’s promise that if the servant didn’t find the right one, his head would be axed, George quickly spoke up. “Your majesty, don’t forget there are plenty more to choose from. We shall do this again tomorrow.” He swallowed deeply, hoping the King would remember his plan.
“You’re right. I do have more to choose from. Get these women out of here and we’ll start again bright and early tomorrow morning.” The King said.
Letting out a relived sigh George clapped his hands and began waking the slumbering women up and ushering them out of the King’s chambers. Tomorrow would be a better day and he’d make sure of it.
Bright and early that morning, before the rooster crowed, the King was up and ready to continue his search. Dressed in another fine outfit one of the five tailors made for him, he marched out with some of his staff following to view the lovely ladies that were ready and waiting to be seen by the royal King himself.
“I need some breathtaking ladies to have a delightful breakfast with me on this wonderful morning.” He announced with a smile. “Who will be the lucky ones?”
The ladies all began yelling and vying for his attention, each more eager than the next for they knew how great a prize it would be to become the Queen to such a rich and wonderful land. Since coming to the Land of Ecstasia they all saw how lush and green the hills were how plentiful the wealth was to each villager and how happy the people of Ecstasia were which was very different from their lands. The sky was bluer, the air was fresher, the animals and livestock were fat and no one had one thing to complain about. It was like pure ecstasy and these ladies were dying to get it.
“Settle down, settle down! I will now begin my selection.” The King told the anxious women. Running their hands along their hair and smoothing out their dresses while putting on their biggest smiles, the eager ladies prayed with all their hearts to be the lucky few to be chosen by the king.
Like a kid in a candy shop the King pointed out all the good treats he wanted. “I’ll take you and you and you.” Following close behind him and not missing a step was good ol’ George praying that one of these ladies would become the Queen of Ecstasia. His stubby neck was literally on the line.
The King then lead his chosen few into the large dining hall for a delicious breakfast where he would begin another elimination process after doing his personal and very intimate interview with the ladies. All others made their way out of the great castle and back to their homelands, sad but yet still happy to be able to say they were personally looked over by the king of Ecstasia in his glorious castle, an accomplishment they could brag about for a lifetime.
After breakfast the King invited everyone to go for a morning swim. Walking to the nearby lake the King and his female companions stripped down to their bare nakedness and frolicked about in the clear blue, warm water. One by one each beautiful maiden giving herself to the King just like the night before. Little by little the King began to get bored. Servant George could see the disappointed look on the King’s face. He carefully approached the King to ask about his welfare.
“What a wonderful day to have a swim with such stunning women.” George stated to the King with glee in his voice.
“Yes, I suppose so, but she’s not here. My Queen isn’t in this group either.” The King sadly stated.
“Are you sure? Have you tried them all?” George asked nervously.
“Yes, I’m the royal expert and it doesn’t take me long to figure out my Queen isn’t here.”
Not to fear, your majesty. We still have more to choose from. Let’s say I tell the staff to get ready for lunch and we’ll have a noon time sensual lunch session.”
“There’s more?” The King perked up. “That is a fabulous idea, sensual lunch for a beautiful bunch!” The King laughed at himself for coming up with a clever line.
The servant rushed each rejected woman out so he could quickly move on to the next group of waiting ladies. The new group of eager ladies was happy to learn that one of them still had a chance to be Queen of Ecstasia.
After the King dressed in a freshly tailored outfit, he greeted the enthusiastic ladies as they walked in and this time he quickly dismissed those he did not want to see for lunch.
“No to her, her and her.” He pointed to different women. They had barely made it into the castle when they were immediately ushered out by powerful guards and unyielding servants. Finally getting his brood of beautiful women down to a small lovely herd, he invited his female guests to a lunch fit for…well, fit for a King. The royal band played music pleasing to the castle guests, laughter echoed throughout the dining area and the seductive women began to make their move for what they believed was theirs, the King and the title, Queen of Ecstasia.
Demonstrating their sensual talents each beauty brought her best to please the handsome and almighty King. He saw dancing, fire twirling, juggling, heard sexy poems and more all while each woman seductively disrobed revealing her alluring and titillating body. After their lunch and showcase of talents the King pulled out his royal penis and blessed each passion-filled maiden. At the end of his sexual tryst with each one he became more and more disappointed. Lying back and looking at all the lovely ladies he rang for his servant, George.
“Your majesty, did you find your Queen?” George asked entering the dining hall stepping over sleeping ladies who were worn out from the King’s love.
“No. I’m beginning to think I never will. Every woman had a special something about her but not exactly what I, the King of Ecstasia needs. I will not rest until I find the right woman for me to help me rule my wealthy land!” He exclaimed while standing naked in front of a window looking out over the countryside. “She has to be out here, somewhere and I will find her.” Turning to face his servant he told him, “George, you have one more chance. Find me someone who I can make my Queen or I will find someone to replace you, who can get the job done!” The King’s lip curled in an ugly snarl as he spoke.
After quickly getting the eliminated and once again rejected group of women out of the castle, George decided to do a last minute search of the nearby towns and villages and to make it back before the King had his supper. He searched high and low in the neighboring towns. The women had already been seen and turned away or were either too fat or too skinny. Some were too old or not old enough and there were some who were just plain ugly. Just as he decided to turn around and head back to the castle empty handed and heavy hearted, he saw a house that he hadn’t noticed before behind tall, sturdy trees. This house was located on the edge of town right outside of Ecstasia. He had been past this area a million times if not more and can’t recall seeing this house before. Dismounting and tying his horse to a nearby tree, George decided to see who lived at the home.
As he approached the door he could hear a beautiful song being sung. The person singing it made the melody sound like only an angel from heaven would have such a beautiful voice. Gently he rapped on the door. The door opened and there stood the most divine woman he had ever seen. Her smooth dark skin was like the finest of cocoa beans, her eyes were a deep, splendid brown and her coal black locs hung gently on her shoulders. When she smiled her teeth were as white as pearls.
“Hello.” She said with a warming tone.
“Pardon me, madam.” The servant stammered still in disbelief at the beauty that stood before him. “Have you been to see the King?” He was hoping she wasn’t one that was turned away. Of course he would have easily remembered her.
“The King, why should I have been to see the King?” She asked a tad confused.
“Oh, you haven’t heard? The King has put a call out to all beautiful ladies near and far for he is seeking his Queen.”
“No, I have not heard that news. Is that why there has been strangers traveling back and forth into Ecstasia?” She asked looking behind him as if to see travelers passing by as they spoke.
“Yes, yes. Would you happen to be interested in trying to be the Queen?” He asked hoping she’d say yes.
She gave a little laugh, “Oh, I don’t think I’m Queen material.” She looked down at her ragged dress and well-worn shoes. “I’m sure there are many other ladies that fit his standards. Thank you for asking, but I have to get back to work.” She attempted to close her door.
Quickly George stuck his hand out to stop her from closing the door. He remembered she may be his last chance if he wanted to keep his head attached to the rest of his body.
“Please, I’m the King’s loyal servant and I’m pretty sure he would want to see you. Won’t you at least try?” He said begging with his eyes.
The beautiful woman stood there for a moment and thought about the offer.
“Well, I have always wanted to see the royal castle and to be able to meet the King would be grand. I guess I could try.” She exclaimed excitedly at her decision. George clapped his hands with glee that she was going to try her hand at being the Queen of Ecstasia.
He pointed behind him, “My horse is right beyond those trees. I can take you to the King now.”
She began to get nervous. “I can’t go to the King like this. I need to freshen up and do something with my hair and…” He cut her off.
“Trust me my beauty, you will be well taken care of upon your arrival at the King’s castle, I assure you.” He stated calmly and with a smile.
With that said the beautiful woman locked up her house and went immediately with the servant back to the King’s castle.
When the maiden and the servant arrived at the castle, the servant had a member of the staff take her to a guest room and have her dressed and ready for the King. In the meantime, he went to find the King who he found sulking in his room. He knocked on the King’s door.
“Come in.” The King bellowed through the heavy wooden door.
“Your majesty, I have come to tell you of a lovely maiden that I have found and I think you will be pleased.” He announced as he walked in the King’s bedroom.
The King looked at him with a cautious eye. “Tell me more.” He said sitting up on one elbow and facing his servant.
“Your majesty, she is more beautiful than all of the maidens before. She seems to have been blessed with an angelic anointing outside and within. She has strong luscious locs that swing when she walks and eyes that dance when she smiles. I found her right outside of Ecstasia on the edge of town in a little cottage. I’m having the maids prepare her for you now.”
“Wonderful!” The King’s eyes lit up. “If she is as beautiful as you say she is, make sure she gets bathed in the best of oils and she’s dressed in the finest of fabrics. As a matter of fact have the 5 tailors I have sent for make her something special and unique. Have her ready by supper and she and I will fest alone.” He smiled to himself.
“Yes I will make sure she gets the best treatment while here.” George went to leave the room and suddenly stopped in his tracks when the King spoke.
“And George, if she is not the one, I will see your neck on the blade come morning.” He reminded the servant.
George took a deep gulp. “Yes your majesty.” He quickly left the room.
At supper time the dining room was immaculate. A fire was burning in the large fireplace, the royal musicians were softly playing music, candles were lit all around and the chefs filled the table with a variety of meats, cheeses, fruits and wine. Of course nothing but the best for the King and his guest, George saw to it personally.
The King marched in and sat at the head of his table. “Where is she?” He asked George.
“She’ll be in soon, your majesty, very soon.” He replied with a bit of nervousness in his voice. Knowing this was his very last chance he wanted to make sure everything was perfect for tonight. He made sure the lovely maiden was treated like she was already the Queen of Ecstasia. The 5 tailors worked together with a beautiful soft, see-through fabric that he knew would greatly impress the King. After a few more minutes of suspenseful waiting, she finally appeared in the doorway of the dining hall.
The King almost choked on his wine when he saw her. He sat silent, enthralled by her beauty. The servant watched without saying a word praying this union was a perfect match.
“Good evening, your majesty.” Her voice wafted through the air ever so gently to the King’s ear. This was the first time George had ever seen the King speechless. He smiled to himself knowing that he had presented the right one to the King.
Clearing his throat he finally spoke, “Welcome my dear. Come in and tell me who you are.” The King motioned for her to come closer and sit next to him at the table. The maiden nervously walked towards the King, her turquoise gown with golden trim flowing in the breeze. Her locs were pinned up and adorned with sparkling golden jewels. Taking her seat next to the King he took in a deep breath, letting her natural scent and the oil she bathed in tease his nostrils.
“My name is Patience.” She softly spoke.
He repeated her name letting it roll around on his tongue several times before looking into her deep set brown eyes. “You have eyes that are like pools of chocolate.” He told her, mesmerized by her beauty. Taking her dainty hand in his, he pressed his cool lips on top of it, closing his eyes as he did so.
“It’s a pleasure to have you here.” He told her.
“It’s an honor to be here.” She replied with a soft smile.
The servant used that as his cue to leave the King and Patience alone praying that after tonight his life would be sparred. He would give them time to eat and get to know one another better and he’d check on them later.
Later out by the garden, the servant found the King and Patience chatting and laughing. Approaching them with a plan, he wanted to get them moving along to what the King was really looking for, especially since he was the true expert.
“Excuse me your majesty, would you and your lovely guest like to retire to your suite for the evening? I can have wine and dessert sent up right away.”
“That would be wonderful, George.” The King said, eyeing his beautiful guest. “You don’t mind, do you?” He asked Patience with a sexy smile.
“No, not at all, I’m delighted to be able to spend quality time with you.” She smiled, resting her hand ever so gently on his.
“George, bring all that we’ll need up for the rest of the night to my room…right away!” He barked. He then placed his large, royal hand on the small of Patience’s back and guided her back inside the castle to his bedroom.
The mood was perfect. Another fire burned brightly in the fireplace and they sat quietly in front of it on a soft bearskin rug watching the flames dance and entertain them as they sipped on red wine and nibbled rich chocolate filled with fruit and nuts. As Patience sipped her wine she slipped in some extra peeks of the King as he arranged the logs on the fire. He was a tall, stately built man that carried himself with power. He had wide broad shoulders with a slim waist. His hair was naturally curly and black like shadows. His complexion was smooth and dark like mahogany wood and his chiseled facial features were strong. His hands were large yet soft and she couldn’t wait to have his strong royal hands touching her all over her body. He looked back to make sure she was doing well.
“Are you comfortable?” He asked
His eyes were blacker than midnight and pierced through to her soul. She quickly looked away before speaking. “Yes, thank you. I’m enjoying myself.”
“It can sometimes get cold, come closer and I’ll keep you warm.” He instructed holding his arms open for her to fit perfectly in.
Doing what she was told she nuzzled close to him, taking in the scent of his skin letting it put her under his spell.
“You are exquisite.” He told her, lifting her chin up so her eyes would meet his. He softly kissed her full lips which made him think of mangos, peaches and all things sweet.
His mouth covered hers and she pulled him closer to her. She could feel his heart beating in her little hands. She knew then that she had his heart in more ways than one. He caressed her body and laid her back on the soft bearskin rug. He slowly kissed her face, her neck, biting softly on her shoulders. He wanted to have all of her, but he wanted to take his time with her.
She appreciated his slow hand, closing her eyes and still able to visualize exactly what he was doing to her body, she let a whisper of a moan escape her lips. Her hands roamed his body like a lost traveler in a foreign land. She felt the strength of his back, his chest, his neck. She allowed him to remove the sheer material the tailors made, exposing her chocolate dipped breasts which he began to devour as if he hadn’t eaten in years. Her body shook with excitement.
He knew she was enjoying all that he was doing by her sexy reactions. He grabbed a handful of her hair and massaged her scalp as he slowly bit and nibbled at her full breasts. Her locs, strong and beautiful just like the woman who wore them, he almost couldn’t control himself. He needed to taste, to smell, to see and to know if she was the Queen he thought her to be. Slowly he slid down until he reached where the rivers ran deep and saw her pretty, velvet mound. Burying his face between her thick, juicy thighs he took in a deep breath and inhaled what smelled like fresh air on an early spring day. He gently kissed her over and over again tasting her until her juices ran down his chin like oranges from his garden. “Deliciously sweet.” He whispered to her pretty pussy. He wanted, no needed to make love to her, he could no longer wait.
With her breath stolen from her, she came back down off of the highest peak of the mountain that the King had placed her on. They were now face to face and she could smell and soon taste her own sweetness from his lips. His thighs, built like columns in the coliseum were resting on her small thighs as she ran her hands through his beautiful curly hair while he smothered her with kisses. Taking in a deep breath she received his solid manhood when he entered her. Their hips tangled and danced the dance of love as they touched, kissed, stroked and made love to one another.
The King already knew no other woman could do to him what she was doing. Her pussy was so pretty, so tight it was perfection at his best. He knew when he felt her body tremble under his and his body reacted with quivers and shudders she was his Queen.
The next morning Patience awoke in a loving embrace. For a moment Patience had to look around and see where she was. She remembered she was not in her little cottage behind the trees on the edge of town. She had to remind herself of the wonderful night she had…with the King! She looked down on the ruler of Ecstasia as he slept and smiled to herself while she played back in her mind the majestic evening she had. She kissed him on his forehead and then had an awful thought. What if he didn’t select her to be Queen? What if she would be sent back to her cottage when he awoke? Sure she would have missed her little cottage with the stream running in back of it, but if she wasn’t the chosen one all this just meant she shouldn’t get comfortable here, in the King’s castle, in the King’s bed. She decided she should leave before he awoke or his servant came for him. Just as she was sliding out of the bed she felt his strong grip on her wrist.
“And just where are you going, might I ask?” The King said in his early morning voice.
Startled, she didn’t know how to reply. “Well, your majesty I was going home, back to my cottage.”
The King sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. “Why would you being doing that? A Queen is not fit to live in a mere cottage.”
“A Queen?” She asked.
He took her hands and gazed into her eyes. I have searched high and low for a woman with such a powerful pussy. Your prize is the best in all the lands. You have the most perfect and pure pussy I have ever seen, tasted or touched and I’d be a fool to let you go. You also have the spirit of an angel and you’re not only exquisite on the outside but you’re the same mirror image within. Now if you will have me, I would love for you to be my Queen and help me rule the wonderful Land of Ecstasia. Your beauty inside and out is splendid and worthy of having the best and I am just the one to give it to you. Will you join me at my side and be my Queen?”
Patience was speechless. Her parents had always told her she held the greatest treasure of all and they would have been so proud of her had they lived to see this moment. Letting a smile slowly creep upon her face she responded, “Yes, I will be your Queen!”
The King was thrilled and summoned for his loyal servant, George. When George heard the good news he jumped for joy and immediately began planning for the royal wedding.
Before they got out of bed to make the official announcement to the people of Ecstasia, the King had to have one more taste of his bride and Queen-to-be. She was more than delighted to oblige.
The End
