Letting the King Watch (Exhibitionism and Voyeurism Erotica): Part Eleven of the Erotic Adventures of Heraklea (2 page)

Inwardly, Klea sighed. Of course it wasn't that easy. It was never that easy. She grabbed the branch she stood on with both hands then dropped from it, hanging for a moment before hitting the ground.

"Could I trade you something for them?" she asked. She tried to look sexy and sultry, but she was also just tired. She was worried about her future, and for once, her mind wasn't on sex.

"What sort of thing did you have in mind?" Atlas rumbled.

She eased a hand through her hair, brushed off her shoulders, took a good long look at him. He
was
attractive, in a silver fox sort of way: older but still in wonderful shape, muscles bulging everywhere. Here at the end of the earth, he probably didn't get a lot of action.

Atlas looked her up and down, the lust obvious in his eyes.

"I'm a simple man of simple pleasures," he said.

"Well," said Klea, taking a step forward and putting one hand on his arm. "I know all about pleasures."

***

Hiding behind the bush still, the king was overjoyed. It had happened, almost exactly as he'd wished, and even though no one had taken their clothes off yet, he was already rock-hard, his dick straining against the bronze of his armor.

Under the apple tree, he saw the giant unbuckle the top of Klea's armor, one shoulder at a time. She stepped back, almost coquettishly, and turned her back as she lifted it off. When she faced him again, she had her hands over her small but full breasts, a teasing smile on her face.

"Would you like to touch?" he heard her say.

Atlas growled.

"Say please," she laughed.

He rumbled something else, and she took one hand off, revealing one perfect, round breast, its nipple brownish pink in the sunlight and erect. With one hand, Atlas drew her to him by the hip, and with the other, he pawed at her breast, making it rise and fall and jiggle, sway from side to side, as he cupped it and rubbed his thumb over the nipple.

Heraklea made a deep noise of satisfaction.

The king reached down under his traveling robes, took a firm hold of his cock in one hand. He needed to make this last.

***

As the Titan handled her gently, Klea leaned into him, grasping his muscular arms and chest, letting herself get caught up in the moment. That was the main perk of her job: she'd gotten to fuck some of the most beautiful men -- and creatures -- she'd ever laid eyes on. Her eyes drifted closed as his big, callused hand slid across her breast, a little like sandpaper, teasing her and making her gasp.

Then she heard a twig snap in a bush.

As Atlas began kissing and biting her neck, Klea watched the bushes for more movement. After a bit she decided that had just been her imagination and was closing her eyes, trying to get back in the mood, when for a split second, a head popped up over the top of the bush and then immediately back under again.

Klea stopped dead. It was the king. He was here, and unmistakably, he'd come to watch her have sex with this titan.

She took her hand off her other breast and offered it to him, then turned around, rubbing his erect member against her still-armored ass, leaning back against him, both his hands cupping and kneading her breasts. The bush didn't move again, but she knew what she'd seen. It made sense, after all: after months of creeping around, knowingly sending her on sex missions, asking the guards what she'd done and apparently getting a really thorough accounting of them, it only made sense that he'd finally follow her and watch.

Klea ground against the titan, writhing, angry that the king still wouldn't actually touch her, only watch her touch everyone else. 

Well, she'd give him a show, then.

***

Had she seen him? He didn't think so. Klea looked pretty distracted, rubbing her ass up against Atlas like a dog in heat, lost to lust, her tits out and bouncing in his hands, her hips wriggling and writhing--

The king stopped touching himself for a moment and took a deep breath. She didn't even have her bottoms off yet.

As if she was reading his mind, Klea took one step away from the titan, looking back over her shoulder coquettishly, and looped both her thumbs under the waistband of the armored skirt. She spun slowly, and then waggled her hips from side to side, in a move that made her tits bounce oh so gently at the same time.

"Should I take this off?" she asked. She lifted one hand to her mouth and bit a finger, then sucked on it.

"Take off that skirt and come show me that pretty cunt," said Atlas.

Klea had taken her finger out of her mouth and was circling one nipple with it, slowly. Atlas grunted.

"What are you going to do?" Klea asked, still swaying from side to side, still half-clothed.

"I'm going to take that pretty cunt and lick it until you come," he said. His tunic had tented up, the thin linen no match for his enormous member. "Then I'm going to sit you on my prick and you're going to ride me until we both come."

"Is that all?"

"I'll make you scream."

"I don't get to suck your big, fat cock?"

"You can if you'd like."

Klea began wiggling her hips left and right again, slowly shimmying out of her armored skirt and both Atlas and the king watched. Then she walked forward, totally naked, toward the titan, and grabbed his cock through his linen tunic with both hands.

"My god, it's like an anaconda," she said. The king could see both her hands around it, squeezing and caressing, the fabric over the tip getting the tiniest bit wet. "I don't know if I can take this whole monster."

"By the time I'm done with you you'll be so ready you'll ask for more," Atlas growled. She could barely get one hand all the way around it, noted the king, who'd begun stroking himself again with a measured, even rhythm.

***

Atlas' cock was huge, but that wasn't surprising for a titan about eight feet tall. Heraklea had both hands around it, outside his tunic, rubbing them and herself back and forth on it, admiring the pure beauty of the thing. She wasn't kidding when she said she wasn't sure if she'd fit it in her cunt. It was bigger than any monster's prick, bigger than the centaurs even, and that had been a challenge.

Even so, just touching it, she could feel the hum of arousal in her cunt, her whole sex begin to ache with lust.

"Take off your tunic," she said, releasing him for a moment. He did it immediately, displaying his huge, muscular body, incredibly ripped for a man with gray hair. His cock pointed almost skyward, deep tan, the head the size of a child's fist, long and beautiful with two large balls hanging right under it.

Klea dropped to her knees in front of it, making sure to angle herself so the king had the best view. She wanted him to watch her suck another man's cock, especially this cock, bigger than anything he could dream of.

Before Atlas could move, she had the base of it in both of her hands and the head in her mouth, filling it almost completely. There was no way she'd be able to get the whole thing in--that was probably physically impossible--but she sucked on the head enthusiastically, moving her mouth back and forth, up and down. She took it out and pumped the shaft with her hands, making the titan groan, a low noise that sounded like the earth splitting apart, and she felt him harden even more, as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, eagerly lapping up the salty precum that had gathered on the tip. Then she plunged it into her mouth as far as she could, to the back of her palate, running her tongue along the underside as her hands pumped up and down again. The hot weight of it filled her mouth.

***

The king watched Klea practically gobble up the giant cock, her jaw stretching downward to accommodate the monster. She plunged back and forth on it enthusiastically, her hands pumping in the same rhythm as her mouth, the titan's hands on her head, not pressing, just resting gently. From time to time the king could see her pink tongue dart out, lick the underside, and dart back in. Atlas moaned endlessly.

"I'm gonna come if you don't stop," he said.

She kept going, looking up at him, lips halfway down his cock. Then she took it out and rubbed the tip.

"I wouldn't want that," she said.

In one quick move, quicker than the king would have thought possible for a man his size, Atlas had gotten on his own knees and pushed Klea over backwards, so that she was lying on the ground with her legs in the air and wide open.

"You've got such a pretty pussy," he said, his face inches from it. His pink tongue came out of his mouth and the king saw him lap at her a few times.

Heraklea arched her back and moaned, her face toward the bush the king was hiding behind.

"More," she gasped.

His beard twitched as he lapped at her again and again. The king couldn't see detail, especially since Klea's leg was in the way, but she'd grabbed onto his hair, her other arm thrashing above her head as she arched her back and laid back down, eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Right there," she said, panting heavily. "That's right, lick that spot, lick it." She grunted, then groaned, the man lapping away at her the whole time, her hand buried in his thick gray hair.

***

Atlas' tongue was surprisingly dexterous, something she hadn't expected - for whatever reason - from the titan, but it was fast and tricky, darting up and down her cunt, from her clit to her entrance and back again, driving her closer and closer with every moment.

"I'm close," she said, as much to Atlas as to the king, hiding over in the bushes. She thought about it, crouching down, his own cock in one hand, watching her perform. She felt her back arch with the pleasure of the thought, her hand try to force his head even closer. "Oh, don't stop, don't stop."

***

As Heraklea came, the king watched her mouth open in a perfect O, completely soundless, her hips rising off the ground, her toes pointing up at the sky.

Only then did she start moaning, a low sound that rose to a shriek, an "Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" as her body spasmed and jerked, seemingly against her will, given over to total ecstasy. The king couldn't believe that he was getting to watch it with his own eyes as she writhed and twisted in pleasure, her body finally coming to rest on the ground. She let go of Atlas' hair, and he raised his head to look at her.

"I want you to fuck me hard," she said.

"I knew you'd say that," Atlas said.

"I need your big cock in my cunt," she said. "I can take it."

She rolled over on the ground so she was on her hands and knees, and she stuck her ass into the air, offering it to Atlas, looking over her shoulder.

"Come on, fuck me," she said.

The king squeezed the base of his cock, straining against his own hand, forcing himself to take it slow, not cum at least until he could see this giant plow her.

***

At her bidding, Atlas put the tip of his cock at her wet, waiting entrance, and before he could move Klea pushed back against him, feeling herself open around the giant's member. She gasped with pleasure as he invaded her, thick and hot, stretching her to her limit. Her fingers scrabbled against the ground, and she thought again of the king, watching over in the bushes. She hoped he was still watching, his dick in one hand, pumping it to her.

Atlas went deeper and deeper into her, his cock seemingly touching every part of her insides. She felt like he might be piercing her lungs, he was so big, but he felt incredible. She loved the feeling of fullness, the way he rubbed against every sensitive spot at once without even having to move.

When he reached the hilt he groaned, a loud deep groan.

"You like that, girl?"

"I love your cock."

"What should I do with it?"

"You should fuck me," Klea said, and she rocked forward on her hands and knees, pulling him almost all the way out of her before moving back against him, sliding his shaft all the way back in, moaning as she did. When their bodies met there was a loud slap, and his put his hands on her hips.

"You're a hungry little slut."

"I like getting fucked."

"You can take a good fucking, then."

"You gonna give me one?"

In response he drew his cock all the way out and then hammered it into her, hard, an explosion of pleasure bursting forth from her loins, pleasure right on the edge of pain.

"Fuck me harder," she said.

***

The king was barely touching himself for fear that he'd come before her, something that seemed rude, somehow. His cock dripped precum steadily, and he felt that tightness in his prick and balls that he knew meant he was on the edge, that he could come at the slightest touch or movement. So he watched, one hand on the base of his cock and balls, waiting, enjoying.