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“Long live the Princess!” the people cried and the cry was taken up outside. “They have fucked!” the people cheered, “We have a new princess!” Boris tried hard to stay hard but it was hopeless and after five minutes of pointless humping he tried to fake an orgasm, which gave Mitzy her cue for a potentially Porno- Oscar winning faked orgasm and indian in a tumult of faked passion during they remained oblivious to the fact Boris’s penis had slipped out of Mitzys cunt they faked their passionate love for each other. They lay together with the curtains around the bed closed while the functionaries departed and they were quite alone apart from the six burly security guards. “Don’t worry, lots of guys can’t keep it up,” Mitzy said reassuringly, “You can get special pills.” “I know, I took three,” Boris agreed and he thought about slim beautiful Alicia, and his cock stiffened. “On second thoughts!” Mitzy cried and she jumped on Boris and impaled herself on his now stiff cock. Boris closed his eyes and dreamed it was Alicia bouncing on his cock, which was strange because when he fucked Alicia, which was rarely and only if the other two mistresses had their periods together, he had to dream he was fucking a pornstar like Mitzy. He wondered if he ought to have seen a psychiatrist instead of getting married. 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 village that no one outdoor 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 collage 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 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," Mitzy said sadly. “With your dress madam?" Maria asked. “Why bother, all I am is a set of tits and an ass to them," punjabi 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 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 couple 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 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, “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. He’d stopped shading; his mechanical pencil frozen at the end of the line he’d been drawing. “Dog, what the fuck is happening? Her pussy was just as wet and pink, what looked a little more developed to me at indian the time her pussy lips protruded out more than Jan’s. Her tinny bush above was darker in colour and a larger than the little tuff of hair that Jan had. I pivoted my hips into her and watched my cock enveloped by her lips. 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