It is customary to pay some form of tribute when presented with fine excellence… or so the saying went in certain remote parts of the globe. The more modern, yet civilized, way of honoring such a tradition is to pay a lovely compliment to a lady who has impressed a gentleman by her presence.

Some men, moved by feelings of insecurity or just plain jealousy, find it difficult to see their lady receive heaps of praise about their beauty. Not the case of the king who adorns his queen with pearls. Compliments are expected and appreciated for it reminds him, as well as his lady, of his good taste and good fortune.

Fine Royal Pearls

Arriving to the pool party a little late, settling in took little time at all, for all that was required was to shed the outer street attire and slide right in.

And so it was, he watched with a pleased eye as his lady delicately lost her shorts. She was known to perch on one leg in a fine delicate balancing act as she removed one leg from the shorts, before switching her pose. Of course, with her torso leaned near horizontal, the choice to be viewing her curves from the front or rear was difficult to make, as her assets were just what he craved.

The pearls looked fantastic, with her hand across her chest, keeping them in place down the center of her breasts, made his smile match the rise that was growing hot below.

As her t-shirt found it’s way to the floor, he did remark that others had stopped their chatter to admire how the pearls had blended in with her one pieces black bathing suit. It was a last minute call to skip the two piece, one which added speculation about the adornment.

With his t-shirt quickly removed, he assisted his lady into the pool, others noting that around his neck hung a single black string that held a rectangular ivory box. They knew better to ask, for the box had his signature black moniker.

The conversations, light and polite, grew in intensity, as the various women giggled and snuggled closer to the strong arms that secured them and reassured them.

Below the waters, not fully out of sight, a dance of toes played about, as partners searched for ways to delight, while keeping a straight polite conversation going. Everyone knew what was going on, no one was so prude to assume that the night was going to stay young without a bit of fun.

He watched as one of his friends started to mumble words and jumble their sound… someone was having their ramp up to hot early.

She looked with amusement as her friend played around making the jumbled mumble turn to stifled grunts and murmurs pleading for decency amongst friends who knew all too well about indecency.

When would her king begin his play and make her cheeks turn red as the sight of others, enjoying the water too much, made her envious of their pleasures.

“What’s that little box for, King?” one of the ladies inquired out of the blue.

With a smile, he placed his hand over the box and moved it slightly over his heart.

“This little box holds treasures, delivers treasures, and reminds me of my treasure” he said with a growing smile as his arms pulled his lady closer to himself.

With a click, the box was activated and his lady’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as a gasp failed to mask a flush of red. Between giggles, she implored for him to stop.

Instead, he rewarded her pleas with another touch of the box and the pearls began to move and entice as they vibrated about her body.

The others grew intrigued, for they knew the King always saved his best for after the party. Any hint might prove “educational”.

“Are those… pearls… real?” asked the lady who had her hands firmly wrapped about her man’s cock as he mumbled jumbled groans.

“For my lady, nothing but the best” he replied, as his hand touched the box and executed another volley of pleasure on his lady.

She squirmed, pulled her legs tight, squeezed, and tried all she could to contain the waves of pleasure, for she knew he didn’t want her to have more fun than he… or release herself without his consent. It was the way of their little game they played when being naughty.

His hand traced the pearls around her neck and found their way to her breast which he caressed with fondness. The pearls seemed to adjust their intensity and pattern of vibration to the motion of his hand across her swelling nipples.

The sensation of vibrating pearls down her back and down the center of her chest seemed to change temperatures as her body warmed with excitement… getting primed for more to come.

“Will these pearls work on anyone?” the inquisition of a fellow man in the pool, feebly asked as his body was being touched by the fingers of his lady… sending him ever lower in the water to hide his desires for her.

“Regrettably, these are just for my queen and only respond to her… like this” said the proud king.

With a few adjustment of his position, he was giving his lady a back massage. Her face beat red and lips bitten, she groaned as pleasure rose. The pearls were tightening. The pressure in her womanhood had found her g-spot, as the largest of the pearls began to hum a tune only her body could hear and react to.

The others saw her quiver and work to control her breathing. She had to remain focused. Wrapping his arms around her, he touched her through the suit and set her breast on fire.

“Would anyone find it displeasing if I released my lady of her suit?” asked the king

They all shook their heads as his hands removed the top of her bathing suit. The vibration of the pearls became more evident as he adjusted them and her body reacted with tremors of desire.

Orchestrating more sensations, her hand found the edge of the pool and held on tightly as she tried to hold herself from screaming his name.

“For those of you so fortunate to have your lady pleasing you below sea level… might I recommend this…” he said as he briefly dove below and surfaced in front of his lady.

With a slight tug, he had her nearly submerged as his lips hungrily found her nipples and devoured them as his hands secured her ample breasts in place.

She could no longer contain her voice and let out heavenly sounds as his tongue demanded more. The pearls worked their magic and flooded her mind with intense brilliance, as her body shook and arched towards his, begging to be set free to take him in.

The others followed suit with their own actions and elevated the water’s temperature as women giggled and splashed about as their voices rose their delight to the heavens.

“Come with me” he ordered quietly.

She knew exactly what to do. The two slipped out of the water quietly and found their way to the guest bedroom as the rest played in the water oblivious of one another.

“My queen, your obedience requires a private thank you” he said as he closed and locked the door.

The pearls paused. She looked at him and he looked at her soul. She felt his hunger. She felt his desire. She understood his cravings

“I’m going to show you another good use for these pearls” he said in a low, husky, desire soaked, voice.

It was not long before she was secured on her back… hands tied to the bed frame, a towel the only protection between the bed and her skin. Legs were up, elevated, and securely open… awaiting his arrival.

The pearls resumed their dance and before long she was on the edge… his hands tracing words of love over her body as his tongue filled her mouth. She needed him. She had to have him.

Had he not been kissing her so deeply, she would have been pleading with him to fill her and take what was his. He knew and understood, but wanted her perfectly balanced on the razor’s edge.

With a smooth move, he freed her from the largest pearl, parted her lips as her body arched, and let himself in fully.

When time resumed, she breathlessly said “thank you” as they both smiled knowing that the night was still very young and there was more fun to be had with these fine royal pearls.

to be concluded

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Game of Pearls

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