I Can Explain (Celebrity Story)

With the birth of the third royal baby, things took a peculiar turn for Kate Middleton and her husband. Namely, questions about Kate’s fidelity and faithfulness were brought into the limelight. Whilst most people look upon the royal couple and future heirs to the throne as the pinnacle and prime example of true love, the third royal baby completely squashed those picturesque values and revealed a side to the beautiful duchess that went unknown for the longest of times and now puts the royal marriage in a state of disarray. You might ask what was wrong with the baby that could possible spark such an outcry and completely defame an innocent and shrewd minded woman? Well, the simplest and most concise answer is that the baby was black.

            When Kate married into the royal family certain sacrifices had to be made. Such as constantly being under the scrutiny of the press, having every movement she made analysed by nutjobs and, unbeknownst to most people, she had to sacrifice her incredibly provocative private life. That meant the late-night gangbangs, the multitude of gentleman callers, the visit to the local gloryhole and her online alter-ego pornstar by the name of ‘The Lady’ all had to go. She had already considered ditching that side of her life when she started dating the Prince, but after many close calls, she finally quit gagging on cock every other day and settle down as a member of the royal family. That was until nine-months ago.

            After years of monogamy, she finally broke down. With her husband out on business, she made a few quick calls and was quickly on her way to an old favourite of hers. ‘The Boys’. They had a penchant for degradation, and after a year of being prim and proper, she needed brought down a peg. Arriving at the door, she knocked softly, dressed in her fancy clothing, clutching a small bag. The door was cracked openly slightly, just enough so that the person inside could see her. Flinging the door open, she was grabbed and thrust inside, quickly bustled through the building. Manhandled through the dark corridors, Kate felt the man’s hands begin to wander, groping her arse and pulling at her soft, pert tits.

            Pushed through another door, the duchess staggered into the room, glancing around at her surroundings. It was a small living space, with several couches and was nothing too special. Most importantly, however, were the people in the room. There were five large black men, all grinning at the posh woman as she stood there clutching her bag. The man who had groped her locked the door, bringing the total to six. Keeping her composure, Kate tried to hide just how giddy she was inside, her heart racing at the prospect of a proper, dirty fuck.

            She felt a pair of hands grab the back of her dress and tug sharply downwards, tearing the expensive garment in two. Gasping, she felt the piece of clothing get torn to shreds and thrown to one side, revealing her delicate white lace lingerie. The man roughly undressing her didn’t care, tearing her bra off and roughly grabbing her tits, her nipple growing rock hard almost instantly. Stifling a moan, Kate instead felt a gasp force it’s way out of her lips as the man’s hands grabbed her thin and pretty panties, sharply tugging them upwards, the fabric slipping between her dripping wet folds, pinching her pussy painfully. Gritting her teeth, she felt the underwear finally tear, leaving her entirely naked and at the mercy of six black cocks.

            “Shit… All high and mighty, my ass. She’s wetter than a fucking crack whore three days before payday,” one of the men grinned, pushing of the couch and slipping two fingers between her thighs, softly rubbing her soaking pussy. He easily dipped a finger into her cunt, the duchess moaning softly as he curled and found her g-spot. She felt a hand softly spank her ass, her pert and perfectly formed cheeks bouncing back into place, her long untouched asshole winking at the men from between her royal butt. Another hand pinched her delicate nipples, sharply pulling on her tender tits, twisting and tweaking the sensitive buds until the woman winced. Grinning one of men, grabbed her jaw, turning her face sharply towards his, “All those days dressing up like a princess and you still can’t leave it all behind. I guess Prince Charming can’t give you everything you want. You’re always gonna be a black cock slut, aren’t you? What are you?”

            “I’m a black cock slut…” she grunted as one of them sharply slapped her arse, the stinging pain causing her pussy to tingle ever so slightly. Several of the men had already fished their cocks out of their trousers, with two of them guiding her soft, velvety hands to the shafts, the duchess eagerly jerking them off. Forced down onto her knees, she came face to face with all six of the men, all of them dropping their trousers and fishing their thick, meaty cocks out for her to gorge on. One of them grabbed her head and guided her plump lips over to his shaft, Kate parting her lips and easily swallowing half his length without missing a beat. She was a little out of practice, but she made up for that with her hunger, impaling her throat again and again on his cock, dribbling saliva along his thick length. The guys all laughed as she bobbed her head up and down, gagging and spluttering whenever she tried to take more than half of the cock into her mouth.

            Grabbing the back of her head, the guy started to thrust into her throat, roughly pounding her royal hole and causing her throat to tighten and clench, saliva dribbling down her chin as she coughed around his cock. Another guy dragged her lips away from that shaft, the girl gasping for air before being roughly silenced by yet another cock. Her hands sped up and down each cock as she was passed from guy to guy, her throat being plunged along cock after cock. Sliding her lips up and down, she savoured the taste, relishing every mouthful of pre-cum she was given before being passed like a toy to the next cock, swallowing the man’s shaft like a dutiful little slut. Her throat slowly began to loosen and soon enough she was sliding her lips along their entire shafts with ease, clenching and loosening her throat like an expert little cock slut.

            Her hair became dishevelled and her face was a mess of saliva and make-up, her pretty and prim appearance being swiftly degraded into a sticky, messy little slut. And she loved it. The men would paw and play with her body, pulling at her soft flesh, treating her like a sex symbol. The days of having a stiff upper lip were over. Now she was gagging on cock like she always imagined. She felt hands dip down between her legs, roughly fingering her dripping wet pussy whilst she moaned hungrily around whichever cock was in her mouth. Eventually, she felt a finger slide between her cheeks, resting against her asshole. She hadn’t had a cock in there since before she got married and the simple act of having a finger brushing against her long un-used hole made her moan like a common street-corner hooker.

            “Fuck! She’s gagging for a cock up her arse. Let’s give the bitch the royal treatment,” one of the guys laughed, smacking her ass sharply before sitting down on a nearby sofa. The guys all grinned as they watched Kate rise up onto her knees, her face and tits smeared with saliva. And most importantly, she had that hungry smile on her face. Moving to get up onto her feet, the guy sitting on the sofa stopped her, barking her new orders, “Come take a seat, sweet-cheeks. And crawl. Like the animal you are…”

            “You guys better wrap up,” Kate smiled as she did as she was told, crawling over to the sofa, the same salacious and submissive smile on her face. She was lifted up and forced to straddle the man’s cock, his hand grabbing her throat and smirking.

            “Nah. We’re gonna fuck your tight princess pussy raw. And you’re gonna like it…” the man smiled, Kate moaning at the prospect. Every ounce of sense that was in her body disappeared as she felt the thick throbbing tip sliding along her folds. Smiling, she sank her hips down, plunging the man’s unprotected cock deep into her royal pussy, moaning loudly as she did so. The black guys all smiled as the tight little slut eagerly slid down onto their friend’s cock. Sinking every inch inside of herself, Kate didn’t allow herself a moment to rest, instead starting to bounce up and down, slamming her bum down onto his cock, impaling herself again and again.

            The other guys watched for a moment before joining back in again. One of them grabbed her mouth and slid back into her throat, forcing her spasming lips down and around the base of his cock, the soft slapping sound of his balls smacking her throat filling the room. Her hands were pulled to either side and wrapped around two cocks, her fingers jerking them off as she was roughly pounded in two of her sumptuous holes. One of the remaining two guys strode around to her bum, watching her cheeks smack together as she bounced up and down, her tight little backdoor begging to be fucked. Forcing her hips downwards, the man straddled her hips, sliding the tip of his cock against her asshole and sharply thrusting forwards.

            Before Kate could even realise what was happening, he was already submerged inside her, her body rippling with wave after wave of perverse and naughty pleasure. Moaning around the cock in her throat, her eyes rolled closed and she went a little limper, the two guys that was buried in her pussy and ass being forced to do the movement themselves. Thrusting in and out of her holes, the two men developed a swift and powerful rhythm, the wet slaps of the young duchess’s holes being roughly pounded filling the entire room. It took only a few minutes for Kate’s body to spasm and shake through the first of many orgasm’s her holes tightening for a few moments before relaxing.

            That was the first of five long and pleasurable hours. The men swapped in and out, taking control of each of her holes, throwing her back and forth like a ragdoll, the royal duchess being used like a toy. They had her up against walls, on all fours, in their arms, riding them and every position under the sun. Until finally, after half a dozen orgasms, the duchess was left bent over an arm of the sofa, two men pounding her from either end. Her soft breasts were red, alongside her rosy little butt cheeks. Two of them men had taken the liberty of painting her chest with their cum, whilst the other two sprayed across her back. Which left the remaining two men lazily fucking the tired woman.

            Pulling out of her throat, the man lifted her chin and jerked himself off across her face, milking several long strands of cum across her dishevelled face. With the last dribble landing on her lips, he dropped her head and dressed. The guy sliding in and out of her pussy continued for several minutes savouring every moment of being balls-deep in the royal, before finally hammering home and unloading his cum deep into her womb. Grunting, Kate didn’t care. She was too tired and too used to care. The man pulled out and let the duchess slump down onto the sofa, breathing heavily as she cleared her thoughts. It took her a moment, but she finally got herself together long enough to let a soft smile stretch across her face. It had been worth every moment.

            At least that was what she had thought, until nine months had passed, and she had given birth to her third child. And when a chubby little black baby came out of her, there was nothing that she could, nothing that she could say that would alleviate the situation other than, “I can explain…”

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