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The queen rose majestically from her throne then, her eyes fixed on the lewd male, and her hands pulling the cloak away from her overheated stunning figure, thus destroying any illusions that this was something even remotely legal. The film had to be pornographic because the camera was only a few feet away from where the actress stood smiling at her captive slave, and the electric eye of the mechanism could hardly fail to be picking up the lascivious patch of softly curling hair which masked the entrance to her vagina, and the rounded heavy spheres of her shamelessly exposed breasts.

God! Darlene thought excitedly. If this doesn't turn them on, nothing will! She peered through the mirror at the lasciviously squirming couple on the couch… jotting down a quick note about the effect that the visual stimulation was having on them in her steno pad.

"I am warm!" Maurine announced in queenly tones, glancing at Dennis with a superior air. "Remove my cloak, please."

Sending a nervous glance at his girlfriend, Lana, Dennis made haste to do as he was told, stepping around behind the queen and gently removing the robe from her shoulders. When he returned to his original position, the queen started running her hands sensuously over the satiny naked flesh of her voluptuously welt developed body.

But the queen was not satisfied.

"I do not like to be naked when a man is clothed in my presence," she ordered calmly. "Disrobe!"

The slave bowed submissively and unsnapped the loin cloth which covered his groin, tossing it calmly to one side and facing the queen just as naked as she!

Darlene took a gulp of air when she saw the actor's genitals so unexpectedly revealed. The man's thick white penis was still in the relaxed state, but even dangling tranquilly between his legs, the excited young nurse could see why he was able to specialize in this kind of film. He was huge!

It was evident that the "slave" was not going to be able to remain unaroused forever. His long thick cock was already quivering and jerking slightly as if he were feeling the excitement of being naked in front of this stunningly sensual woman, and fighting a losing battle for self-control.

Nor was Maurine giving him any help. Her narrowed eyes fastened on the lust-inciting spectacle of his massive sexual organ, she walked deliberately toward him, a lewd grin on her face.

"Does my slave dare to become excited in the presence of the Queen?" she asked him softly. "I command you to control yourself, or I will summon the royal surgeon and require him to remove the cause of the difficulty!"

The slave was obviously unsure whether the monarch was kidding him or not, but the seriousness of the threat had its effect upon his face. But the Queen was apparently supposed to be something of a sadist, for she clearly had no intention of allowing her slave to remain unaroused for long. By pre-arrangement, Dennis was standing with a pillow at his feet, and the queen dropped gracefully to her knees before him. Dennis struggled to keep his eyes straight and steady, but his internal torment was clear.

"Let me see how well disciplined a slave you are," muttered the queen sadistically, her soft feminine hands reaching up to take his slowly swelling cock between her delicate fingers. Iron discipline or not, this direct sexual provocation was obviously too much for the young handsome actor, and his massively awakening penis slowly began a steady inexorable rise as Maurine tormentingly manipulated it between her hands, stroking and massaging the thick heavy shaft and blowing on it gently with her full wet lips ova led.

By this time, the Ballards were thoroughly aroused, and Darlene dutifully made note of this, despite her own rising excitement. In the dim light she could see that Anne Ballard was almost completely undressed, and Harold was fondling her with one hand between her legs, while the other massaged her pendulous breasts maddeningly; and Harold Ballard was squirming under the expert manipulations of Anne's hand inside his unzipped trousers.

Meanwhile, the sexual drama onscreen was becoming more torrid by the moment. Dennis had achieved a massive erection despite the fact that he was still standing rigidly at attention, his eyes straight ahead and obviously trying to give the impression that all of this was not realty happening. Below him on her knees, the queen continued to torment her helpless slave, cradling his large swaying balls in her hands with an amused expression on her face, and rubbing the thick leathery foreskin back and forth over the fat bulbous head of his mighty cock, exposing to the camera's prying eye the blood-engorged gland.

"Your majesty…" the slave began hesitantly, but the words stuck in his throat as the queen slowly but surely drew his massively pulsating instrument closer and closer to the red glistening surface of her parted wet tips, at the same time carefully pushing the foreskin back as far as it would go. Dennis jerked again and now there was no question that this queen was closing in on him and actually intended to commit this sordid depraved act.

"You have been a disobedient servant, "the queen informed the trembling male slave, her voice now unnaturally tow and husky with gathering passion. "For your punishment, I am going to suck you dry!" And with a sudden skillful lunge, her head dropped forward, one hand snaking around behind his back to hold the man's strong flexed buttocks while the other hand circled his long thick hardness. With a sadistic chuckle, the woman parted her wetly glistening lips and enclosed the head of his cock in the warm sanctuary of her mouth.

Darlene swallowed nervously as she watched with horrified fascination, uncomfortably aware of the sexuality of the scene. The aroused nurse realized that her own little bud-like nipples were expanding inexorably and uncontrollably, trying desperately to poke through the tightly binding fabric of her bra and dress. To her shame, she also felt the orgiastic juices in her body beginning to flow, dampening the smooth creamy flesh between her firmly trembling thighs, despite the fact that she kept assuring herself mentally that she was watching all of this with a professional detachment.

The queen was paying no attention to anything except the business at hand, sucking away energetically as if her life depended upon it, and Dennis was slowly losing what there was left of his self-control, his hips beginning to jerk back and forth convulsively as the woman's tongue lashed his poor tormented cock into a lather of excitement. Maurine's quivering breasts giggled and danced on her heaving chest white her head bobbed up and down over the man's wildly pulsating cock; and, her hands on his iron-hard buttocks, she was urging him to move, to start pumping in and out of her, wanting him to treat her delicately ova led mouth as if it were simply another cunt which could be fucked and abused any way he wanted to. She was inviting him to pour the hot sticky liquid from his loins deep into her throat and fill her mouth with cum until she over-flowed!

The slave had been slow to get the idea, but once he understood precisely what his queen wanted, he went to work with rough enthusiasm, his hands sliding into her long hair as he pulled her head back and forth in front of him. Dennis groaned unintelligibly, causing one to wonder for a moment whether he was simply acting or whether the whole business was really starting to get to him. After all, film or no film, his hard thrusting cock was still stuck brutally between the tightly-clasped lips of a real live woman who was doing her damndest to stimulate him to the utmost.

Darlene once again checked on what the Ballard couple was up to, and what she saw caused her to gasp aloud. Now, they were lying on the couch, with Anne crouched up over her husband, and she was busily lathing and caressing his cock with her smooth tongue. Harold, below her, was thrusting his loins up into her face frenziedly, an expression of sheer lust contorting his face.