You know, kings always feast when I'm around. What's up with that?'The king, in his eternal gratitude, had truly outdone himself, and even Heracles, r...ther a connoisseur of banquets, ended up more than satisfied. It wasn't until long after midnight that, full of pork and copious amounts of wine, he and Deianira made their way to the princess' quarters.Servants had dutifully stoked the fire, and when the couple finally arrived the room was warm and bathed in golden light.'Why did all those women. ” he said. I kept stroking him leaving just the head of his cock in my mouth. I felt it swell up some then the first volley shot down my throat. A couple more shots and I sucked him dry. He was weak in the knees but we managed to wash each other and got out of the shower to get ready for dinner. I decided to wear a floral sundress. It was strap less and showed off my tanned shoulders well. It also showed off my cleavage and I had doubts that I would be able to keep my tits from spilling out.. I feel like I am finishing a psychological trip and reaching my final destination as a whore for black cock. What I once considered sexual exploration, a fascination for color contrast and big manly penises, turned into a deep love for these cocks and even for the men behind them. I have started kissing these men for a while now. I don’t give a shit if I’m gay, trans, bi or whatever, I just want to be fucked. I love these men to release their anger, their frustration, have their social revenge. Yet, still standing there, he watched her chewing her food. With him standing over her and looking down at her, she got the creeps. She gave him a little smile before a look of sadness crossed her face that he dared remind her that today was Valentine’s Day, the day of love, and that was now just another day of heartache and loneliness to her. He reminded her that she was alone with no one there to help her, to love her, and to wish her a Happy Valentine’s Day but for this strange stranger..