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| The Queen regarded me for a few moments, obviously
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| concentrating on the 13 inch long, 3 inch thick pole that stuck out
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| between my legs. She grinned lewdly and said in perfect,
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| accent-free English, "I think he'll do nicely. Won't you, little
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| man?" I was speechless.
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| "So," she said as she rose from her seat, "I'll bet you're
| | '''Do-ocracy: If you want something done, do it, but remember to be excellent to each other when doing so.''' |
| wondering exactly why you're here. I'll tell you." She reached
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| down and cradled both her breasts in her arms, stroking the
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| nipples gently with her thumbs. "I am a queen, the queen of the
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| Pyen-Yang-Lon. We are an ancient race, driven from our
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| homeland to this land almost two centuries ago. As the queen, I
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| must insure the well-being of my loyal subjects." As if on cue,
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| two of the leather clad women went to her and dropped to their
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| knees before her. The Queen held her mighty breasts from
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| beneath and pushed her thick nipples toward them. They latched
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| on and began to suck, each one grabbing onto a titanic mammary
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| and lovingly stroking and kneading as they eagerly devoured the
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| Queen's mighty nips.
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| "These," she said, indicating her oversized breasts, "are the mark
| | An important part of being excellent is documenting your change. Write a note on Noisebridge's [[ChangeLog]], or leave a note on what you do-ocratically did. Contact numbers are especially important if you want people to contact you about the change. The biggest challenge in a do-acracy is not reversal, but ascertaining (and taking) responsibility. |
| of my office. These are the treasure of my people." There was
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| a dreamy tone in her voice as she said this. The women at her | |
| breasts were sucking for all they were worth and shaking like
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| leaves. I could see nectar dripping from their openings, and one
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| was already furiously finger-fucking herself with on hand as she
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| held onto a fistful of flesh with the other. Madame Twon, for her
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| part, smiled benignly at me. My poor, neglected cock was
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| jumping with every beat of my racing heart. Clear fluid oozed
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| copiously from the tip.
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| "You are here," continued the Queen, "to help bring in new
| | ==Use Cases== |
| recruits. You saw the girl in the other room when she was
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| changed into one of us; she volunteered. You see, Pyen-Yang-
| | # Dick asks around if anyone would feel negative about the bike shed being pink. No one does. |
| Lon are not born. We must _make_ them from mortal human
| | # Dick paints the bike shed pink. |
| women."
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| I found my voice finally. "Mortal?"
| | ====The Being Excellent To Each Other Version==== |
| | # Dick paints the bike shed pink. |
| | # Jane becomes unhappy about the fact that the bike shed she helped build is now pink. |
| | # Jane politely engages Dick in discussion about why he thought this was ok. Dick realized that other people he shares the space with have feelings too. |
| | # Jane and Dick decide to repaint the bike shed blue. |
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| "Yes. We are not mortal. We live forever, as long as we have
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| food. Some of us are very ancient. How old do you think _I_
| | * Do-ocracy works most of the time. When it doesn't, it sort of sucks. |
| am?"
| | * Write a note (with your name or nym) saying what you did. |
| | * If someone nicely asks you to change something back, be nice back and just change it back. |
| | * If someone's being a dick to you about something you've changed, be nice and just change it back. If you must cry about it only do so after you've restored things. |
| | * When Do-Ocracy means Consent. |
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| "30?", I guessed.
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| "No, far beyond that. I'm just over 300 years old. I have been
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| the queen for more than 275 years. I will be the queen forever."
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| "Long live the Queen!", exclaimed Twon and the woman with
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| nothing in her mouth.
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| The two women sucking the Queen's tits, meanwhile, had
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| become lost in paroxysms of ecstasy. It was more than obvious
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| that they were cumming repeatedly while they suckled. Liquid
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| squirted from their slippery wet slits and they moaned and
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| gasped softly as they fed.
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| "I still don't understand. What does any of this have to do with
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| me?"
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| The Queen looked to be amused by this. "You, Art - may I call
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| you Art? - are going to gather new recruits for us. You are going
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| to be my newest henchman. It will be your job to bring women
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| here, and they will be made into new subjects for me. You will
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| also see to the enjoyment of all my subjects, in whatever way
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| they command from you. And you had best satisfy my
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| commands, Art. You've already seen what happens to
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| candidates for this job who don't do what's required of them."
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| The two women at the Queen's breasts finally let her swollen
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| nipples slip out of their lips. The nipples glistened with saliva and
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| bounced invitingly. The sensation caused the Queen to catch her
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| breath, and she again cradled her immense tits in her arms. The
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| women fell back on the floor and shifted around so that they
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| could bury their faces in each other's crotches. Their sounds of
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| pleasure were muffled in their cunts as they ate each other in a
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| passionate sixty-nine, humping and grinding their dripping twats
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| against each other's faces. Within moments, both of them came
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| in unison, leaking an ocean of sweet juice over each others
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| mouths. Madame Twon and the other woman were locked in a
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| tight embrace, meanwhile, grinding their tits and pelvises
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| together in long, slow circles. As soon as the first pair of women
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| had finished, they too approached the Queen and latched onto
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| her mighty tits. Madame Twon let her skirt fall to the floor and
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| grabbed her exaggerated clit between both hands, rolling and
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| kneading the three-inch long protuberance fervently as she
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| sucked sweet, warm milk from the nipple of her monarch.
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| The Queen regarded me with lust-filled eyes and asked, "What
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| do you think, Art? Think you can do the job? You can start with
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| my two loyal subjects there. But remember, if you cum, you die."
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| The two women squealed delightedly and walked over to me.
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| One stood directly before my face, legs akimbo, and spread the
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| juicy, red lips of her cunt apart. I knew what I was supposed to
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| do; I found her clitoris and licked and sucked, grinding my chin
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| into her vaginal crack. The other woman stood behind her,
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| shoving her pussy against her friend's ass and clamping both
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| hands over her friend's 60-inch mountains, tugging lightly at the
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| nipples so that little jets of milk sprayed out. Rich dew trickled
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| freely from the throbbing pussy in my face as I buried myself
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| deeply in the soft, slippery hole.
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| The woman I was eating turned around and faced her friend.
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| Their lips parted to accept each other's tongues, and they kissed
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| wildly. I stood up and slid my cock between the nearest woman's
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| legs, and it was long enough to emerge beneath her and allow
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| the other woman to get it between her legs, too. The wiggled
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| their hot beavers on my aching dick as they kissed, so that my
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| pole was partially swallowed by two juicy cunts. The excitement
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| mounted and I thought I'd lose control, but I gritted my teeth and
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| held back as hard as I could.
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| Twon and the other woman at the Queen's breast finished and
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| fell away. They lay on the floor side-by-side, each with her
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| fingers disappearing into the others hole. The Queen watched it
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| all approvingly. She grabbed her tits and hugged them to her
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| lithe body, pushing them up so that she could kiss them and rub
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| her face against them as the orgy went on. She sat back down
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| on her couch and spread her legs wide apart, pushing one of her
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| tits between. She pushed hard into her breast, her hands nearly
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| disappearing into the soft flesh. She rolled it against her pussy,
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| and suddenly an ocean of cum began to flow over the edge of
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| the couch and onto the floor, mingling with the drip of mother's
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| milk that leaked from her. Twon and her lover peaked quickly,
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| screaming out their lust in quivering ecstasy as they soaked each
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| other's hands with their free-flowing cunt-juice.
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| The two women I was pleasuring were now shoving their breasts
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| together as they ground their pussies against my twitching shaft.
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| They, too, came in gushes of wet joy that flowed over my cock
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| and down the insides of their long legs. They moved away from
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| me, leaving me standing there with pussy juice dripping from the
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| entire length of my foot-plus penis.
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| All four women then went to the queen, who was now sucking at
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| the flesh of one breast as she ground the other against her hot
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| box. They surrounded her, caressing and kissing her lovingly as
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| she masturbated. Two women now got hold of each fantastic tit,
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| lifting it away so that I could see the Queen's wide-open hole.
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| They rubbed their faces lovingly against the Queen's breasts,
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| tongues snaking out to lick the tits and kiss each other. Madame
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| Twon motioned for me to approach and I did so, a lump in my
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| throat at the sight of the splay-legged queen with her huge tits
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| held in the air by her subjects.
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| "First, Art," gasped the Queen, "let me explain how this works for
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| you. You see, as I said, we're not human. We are Pyen-Yang-
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| Lon; our food is the life energy of humans, the qi. We get this
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| from them by using sex with men. You men are our meat and
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| drink. We fuck each other for pleasure; we fuck you for food.
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| When one of us fucks a man, we absorb as much of his qi as we
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| can when he cums, and the qi gets turned into milk and stored in
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| our breasts. But my subjects can't digest their own food; they
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| have to give it to me first. And then, when they need it, I give it
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| back to them. I only take a very little bit for myself. The more
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| subjects I have, the more qi I have to store up in my beautiful tits,
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| so they can suck it out when they need it. Each of my subjects
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| can store up the qi of several men; the more they store, the
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| bigger their bust gets, and the more milk they make. I've just
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| given out a lot of qi, Art, and I need some of yours to replace it.
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| I'm very hungry. Come here."
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| I approached as close as I could, standing between the legs and
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| tits of Yang-Qi Li Yen. She reached down and grasped my cock,
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| pulling it into her hole. It was hot and wet, and seemed to vibrate
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| as my tremendous dick disappeared into it. The feeling was too
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| much to take, and my hips took on a life of their own as I
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| pounded myself into the Queen's nearly-hairless box. She
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| leaned her head back and groaned. Her four subjects ran their
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| hands, lips and tongues all over her tits, causing little drops of
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| milk to hang wetly at her nipples. I took one of these between my
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| fingers and pinched and twisted it, eliciting a cry of pleasure from
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| the Queen. Her cum was flowing like a river, dripping audibly
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| onto the floor from the edge of the couch. She came like an
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| animal, bucking her hips against me so hard that it almost
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| knocked me down. As she snapped into a backward-arching
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| position, her subjects lost their grip on her breasts, and they
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| swung together around me, enfolding me in their perfumed soft
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| heat.
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| "Pull out! Pull out!", cried the Queen, and I slipped my cock from
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| her seething pussy. "Fuck my tits, right now! Put your cock
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| between my giant breasts and fuck them, slave!"
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| The Queen laid back on the couch, holding up her tits so that I
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| could straddle her waist and then letting them flop against me. I
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| pushed my aching dick between the quivering mounds of flesh
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| and grabbed one tit in the crook of each arm, pushing them
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| together and fucking them with the liquid that coated my cock as
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| a perfect lubricant. With her gigantic mammaries supported by
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| my arms, her nipples were practically at face level. I took full
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| advantage of this, sucking at one tit as I forced my dick back and
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| forth between the mountains. Barely a trickle of milk escaped
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| them, but what little did tasted sweeter than anything I've tasted
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| before or since, and seemed to set every nerve in my body on
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| fire. I heaved my cock harder and harder. The Queen moaned
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| softly, and her subjects stood about silently watching us.
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| The Queen reached up from behind me and grabbed my ass,
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| hugging my groin into her breasts. I could feel her pulse from
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| deep within her chest as I gave a few more strokes, and then
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| came. I came like never before; I just kept shooting and
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| shooting, until my cum leaked from between the tops of her
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| breasts and ran down to her chest. The Queen ran her finger
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| over the little streams and sucked my semen from their tips. I
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| must have kept cumming for five minutes or so, letting loose a
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| pint or so. It all seemed to simply disappear into her skin.
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| I felt a last spasm coarse through my body, from my groin to my
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| brain, and let the Queen's hot tits fall to either side, showering her
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| face with my spunk. She licked it eagerly from her lips and
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| smiled a satisfied little smile.
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| The intensity of my orgasm overwhelmed me, and I slipped again
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| into unconsciousness.
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