Title: The Queen and the Seamstress
Comm by: Penmars95
Categories: Original
Characters: Queen Ingrid (OFC), Selena Flores (OFC)
Cameo(s): Queen Mary (OFC)
Tags: Lesbian, Vanilla, Big Boobs, Small Boobs, Boob Play, Fingering, Stripping, Partial Nudity
Beta Reader: SimplylovingIt
Started: 31/05/2023
Finished: 07/06/2023
Public: 07/07/2023
The soft echoes of her booted footsteps silenced as Ingrid stopped in front of the double mahogany doors, decorated with gold-plated designs. Her arrival would have been announced when she had stepped through the gate to the courtyard. During the brief seconds she waited for the extravagant doors to open she found her gaze wandering over the castle walls. She hadn't been to the castle since the attack on her daughter four months prior. The incident had brought a fresh wave of dysphoria to the fading remnant left by her husband's passing two years ago. The two tragedies seemed to mix in her subconscious and even as each day helped them to fade, Ingrid still felt off in several ways, often it felt as though she were walking atop a thick fog that would give way at any moment.
There was a loud clank and the doors began to open. Two men in the traditional steel armour for the guards of Archancia with the flowery royal crest emblazoned over their chests. Between the two guards, stood atop a vibrant red carpet was the beautiful Queen Mary, her curled golden locks shined in the sun's loving glow, her bright blue eyes glittering with the light. She was wearing an enchanting sky-blue dress with long white sleeves, there was the slightest sign of a baby bump.
"Oh, Ingrid it is lovely to see you again," Mary greeted, approaching her fellow queen with perfect posture as she opened her arms to take the dark-haired monarch into a big hug.
Ingrid returned the embrace, trying to ignore the soft pressure pressing against her chest as her hands stroked the silky fabric on Mary's back.
"It's an honour as always Mary, thank you for having Celine, she loves coming here and playing with Nina, and she really needed some time with her friend," Ingrid returned as their embrace broke, the phantom heat of Mary's bosom lingering over her chest. She'd never seen her friend in such a way, and even if she did, Mary was married, but still her body yearned for a lover's touch.
"Oh, it's no trouble at all, she's such a darling, she always brings fresh life into the castle," Mary smiled, her perfect white teeth glinting in the sunlight. The ruling monarch waved her hand towards the guards and they began to close the door and the blonde queen again closed to distance between herself and Ingrid.
"How are you doing Ingrid? I mean this is the first time since-"
"I am doing well," Ingrid cut in, her cheeks flushing as she interrupted her friend, it had long been drilled into her that one does not interrupt those of high standing, especially now a queen in her own castle. Ingrid swallowed dryly, pushing lingering emotions back down.
"Thank you, it has taken some getting used to but I have grieved and now I shall carry on," she continued.
Mary gave her an understanding nod, her smile shrinking but remaining warm.
"How has Celine- been?" Ingrid asked, unsure how to phrase the question, her thumbs and index fingers rubbing together in self-soothing motions.
Mary's shoulder slumped almost imperceptivity, it was only through the years that Ingrid had known the matriarch that she caught it. Mary's lips pressed together in a momentum of hesitation.
"She has been quite well, all considered, I think being around Nina has helped her some," Mary said, giving her a slight nod, which Ingrid returned, there was no need to go into details about such matters.
"I see, that is good to hear, I take it my wayward daughter is with little Miss Nina at this moment?"
"Yes, I do believe they're playing in the nursery at the moment, would you like someone to escort you?"
"No need-" Ingrid said with a polite wave, "-I'm sure I can find it," she continued with a small smile, she really didn't want to become a nuisance. It was an irrational concern, she was a queen after all and it was expected to be accompanied most of the time, but Ingrid didn't want to put on Mary more than she already did.
"I'm sure you can," Mary said, her smile returning and lifting into the infancy of a smirk, "though if you get lost feel free to look into the sewing room, Selena is currently working on something for Nina's first ball, I'm sure she'd be, happy, to help," she continued, placing the slightest emphasis on the word happy.
Ingrid wasn't sure if Mary was a master of subtly or ignorance of the meaning, though since a few months post her husband's passing Ingrid had noticed her fellow queen making subtle comments or amused barbs regarding her and the petite bosomed seamstress. Ingrid felt a small wave of heat wash over her chest, and she was happy her attire would conceal the phantom blush and the goosebumps teasing her fair complexion.
"I shall- bear that in mind," Ingrid said after a moment's thought, Mary gave her a slow nod, the infancy of a smirk remaining on her lips.
"In that case, I apologise Ingrid but I must return to some matters of state, should you need me, just let one of the staff know and they shall come and get me."
Ingrid returned the nod, sans the imperceptible smirk.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Queen Mary," and with that the queen was on her way back towards whatever part of the castle this matter of state awaited her. Ingrid took a moment to look around the castle, dark maroon walls filled with oil-painted portraits of the previous rulers interspersed with the almost random piece of expensive artwork.
Not much had changed since her last visit. Ingrid was sure she'd find the nursery easy enough, she took a moment to lift the skirt of her maroon floor-length gown, exposing her black, heeled, boots. The central lacy black fabric strokes the tops of her boots almost lovingly, it was bordered by a maroon fabric so dark blood could have been woven between the threads with black roses and vine patterns crisscrossing, reaching up the sides of her body before trickling back down the arms to the flaring lace flocked, cuffed sleeves. It wasn't overly comfortable, but it did suit her status and the colours reflected the reminiscent of mourning mixed with the tragedy that had struck the family recently when Ingrid had unwittingly left her daughter vulnerable to her now former suitor. If it weren't for his rank and social standing, well it would be sufficed to say the dungeons would be far too kind for such crimes.
Lifting the dark fabric of her dress, Ingrid began to ascend the immediate stairway that would lead her to the floor on which the domiciles of the castle's residents were located. Red carpet guided her path like a regal variation of the yellow brick road with golden bannisters bordering it.
At the top of the stairs, Ingrid veered left when the carpet split into opposing directions. She let her gown fall back to its full length, nearly dusting the pristine carpet as she walked.
Dark mahogany walls stretched high on either side of her, decorated by still more oil paintings and portraits with small marble pedestals filling the space between bronze-plated frames, homing beautiful, flower-filled vases. Her soft footsteps echoed around her, the repetitive sound and familiar surroundings lulling her, it wasn't long before Ingrid felt the distant sensation of her eyes glazing over.
Memories of happier times began to resurface. Memories of her Celine and little Nina running down the corridors, their shrieks and giggles warming the air as they ran up and down the corridor length. They would sprint from room to room, their laughter warming her heart.
Her legs carried her without conscious guidance and by the time she came back from her revere Ingrid had long lost track of where she was. She was at the end of a corridor and three choices stretched out before her, the corridor split into opposing directions, she could either continue her journey and go left or right or alternatively turn around and retrace her steps in an effort to regain her bearings. Though there was also the option to knock on any of the doors that now lined the walls, at some point in her mindless exploration the walls had changed to home doors like they had paintings, though they seemed to keep the pedestals and flowers filling the space between the décor.
With the size of Archancia's castle, it would be unwise to just pick a random direction and assume she would get where she was going. If she chose to wander it was more likely she would get herself more lost and end up having to be found and guided by a wandering servant. There was no doubt that Mary would find such a result very amusing.
It would be more dignifying to find her own way to the nursery, especially after Ingrid had firmly denied the offer of an escort. Though if she took too long eventually it would be clear that she had lost her way, and Ingrid wasn't certain for how long she had been on her little expedition.
"I suppose the smartest option is to ask for a little help, and if no one is in these rooms then the next best option is to retrace my steps," Ingrid mused aloud, the options immediately becoming more likeable when she physically heard them.
Taking a deep breath to calm the nerves stirred by uncertainty – the fabric over her bosom pulling tight over her large breasts, almost enough for any onlookers to notice the slight bump of her nipple – and chose a door at random. Ingrid stepped towards the second door on the right wall and raised her peachy dainty fist and lightly tapped her knuckles against the door, the tough surface bludgeoning the backs of her fingers with clumsy kisses. The sound was duller than she had expected, but what should one expect from the quality of lavish and expensive materials.
"Yes?" came a muffled reply and Ingrid felt her cheeks tinge with a faint blush. The visiting queen took hold of the gilded bronze doorknob and with a twist of her wrist, she was rewarded by a familiar click and the door pushed open.
The room was spacious but made cosy with the introduction of an abnormally large wooden table in the middle of the room populated by piles of fabric, rolls of thread and at least three – make that four pairs of large silver scissors. The table only left a foot of space to get around it at either side and at the back of the room was a wooden dress mannequin with the start of a white, or perhaps lavender to be gown going by the folded rolls of fabric on the table.
In front of the dress mannequin stood the familiar – and particularly appealing – form of the royal seamstress Selena Flores. The younger tanned woman had tied her raven hair back into a ponytail, a loose-fitting baby blue dress wrapped around her slender frame, the skirt flaring outwards around her hips in a way that drew the observer's eye to the subtle curve of her concealed rear, with the strings of a white apron bound into a tight bow in the dip of her lower back.
Selena was pushed up onto her tip toes as she slid her needle through the skeleton of a dress, carefully attaching a silky snow-white sleeve to the shoulder. Her posture and position caused the back of her skirt to lift, exposing more of her white stocking-clad legs. Ingrid's throat suddenly felt very dry and a familiar warmth began to radiate between her thighs. Selena suddenly lashed out with one of her legs and hooked the leg of a small wooden stool Ingrid hadn't noticed before, it moaned as she pulled it out – the motion caused the heel of her black flat to pop briefly off her heel.
Selena pulled a small pin from her mouth and used it to hold the end of the sleeve against the shoulder so her work wouldn't come undone while she entertained her visitor. She looked over her shoulder and her cheeks lifted into a delighted smile, small dimples appearing as her soft, pink lips stretched – again Ingrid felt a wave of heat rush up her body from her carnal lips.
"Y-Your majesty, please have a- have a seat," Selena greeted – caught off-guard by the unexpected arrival of the visiting monarch – gesturing shyly towards the three-legged stool she had pulled out from beneath the oversized table.
Ingrid returned her smile; it was obvious Selena was a touch embarrassed about offering a visiting queen such an inadequate seat but it only served to further enamour her with the younger woman's cuteness.
Ingrid gave the younger woman a warm smile to put her at ease, and the visiting queen was gratified to notice Selena's posture relax, shoulders dipping and losing the hints of natural tension. Ingrid bent forward and repositioned the stool, her loose strawberry blonde ponytail falling over her shoulder and brushing the top of Ingrid's right breast. The subtle yet sudden contact startled her and Ingrid felt her cheeks tinge with warmth as she realized her movement had placed her in a subservient position while giving the seamstress a view of her rear.
Ingrid swallowed dryly and quickly shifted to sit on the stool, nearly tipping the small piece of furniture in her haste. Her azure eyes remained downcast in shame only to cause the humiliation to well up in her chest as she was forcibly reminded of her dress and how its style was more than adamant to preserve her modesty.
Still, just the fleeting moment of fear that she had exposed herself to Selena with a single thoughtless act…it made Ingrid's heart flutter and her womanhood tremble. Her tongue grew slick with pooling saliva.
Perhaps it had been too long since she had chosen to dalliance in the carnal dance of flesh. She was becoming very aware of the coarse feeling of the usual soft fabric pressed against her skin. Ingrid swallowed again.
"So, what do I owe the pleasure of such a visit?" Selena smiled – how could someone be so cute when being so formal? – and reached under the table and pulled out another three-legged stool, though much shorter than Ingrid's. When Selena sat down her knees were notably raised – causing the hem of her dress to ride back and expose the white stockings clinging to her knees – and it was doubtful she'd be comfortable sitting in that position, while at the same time making her eye level with Ingrid's chest. The sight of Selena at a lower position than her, almost as though she were kneeling sent another thrilling jolt of excitement through Ingrid's body.
Selena lightly coughed into her hand as though clearing her throat when Ingrid failed to answer and appeared to be getting lost in her thoughts. Ingrid blinked rapidly and shook the distracting thoughts and concepts from her mind. Immediately she remembered the reason she had knocked on the door and felt her embarrassment surge back to the forefront of her mind, for some reason with it being Selena, Ingrid found her foolishness had a more persistent burn.
Ingrid cleared her throat.
"I was actually looking for the nursery and got lost in my musings," Ingrid admitted.
"Oh, would you like me to take you there?" Selena immediately offered, one of her hands moving to the table and starting to sort the mess of supplies into some form of normalcy. The seamstress often refused to fall into the poor practice of not placing items back in their homes before leaving the room – that was how one would end up not seeing the needle on the stool she was about to sit on, that never happened.
"Oh, there's no rush," Ingrid said before her thoughts had even formed, she pinched her lips together in a thin line. It was getting very hard not to become overly self-conscious with each faux pas she made.
Selena's hand stopped moving and seemed to hesitate before returning to its owner's lap. Ingrid was struck by just how small and delicate the other woman's hands were. So small. So soft. Ingrid forced herself to look the seamstress in the eye, queens did not stare and they definitely did not dishonour someone by not giving them their full attention.
Selena's smile didn't falter, but there was a glimmer of hesitance in her eyes.
"Are you okay Selena?"
The seamstress blinked in surprise.
"Err yes your majesty," Selena's eyebrows lifted, knitting themselves together – Ingrid felt another yearning pang in her heart, she was so precious.
"Ingrid, you can drop the 'your majesty,' it is just us girls," Ingrid felt her toes curl and goosebumps swarm over her body as she tried not to cringe at her choice of wording. She would not be saying that again. Never again.
"So what's on your mind?" Ingrid asked, trying to banish her words to the forgotten quotes lost to time.
Selena blinked.
Ingrid pressed her teeth into her tongue.
"Well…I'm sorry your- Ingrid, but I'd heard about…" Selena's words dissipated in the air, her throat flexing as she tried to think of what to say. Nothing would come.
"Oh, you mean Archeron le twat?" where was this coming from!?
Selena's eyes bulged at the comment but she quickly regained her composure, mentally noting that Ingrid was having a beyond understandably hard time.
"Y-Yes, I mean did he really…"
"Yes."
The single word seemed to summon an eternity of silence.
Ingrid inhaled a calming breath. Perhaps it would help to talk about it some.
"We had a disagreement, something about the celebration of our engagement-" Ingrid shook her head, she didn't need to force the memories around the event to come back to the forefront of her mind. "-I walked out of the room so we could both cool off, I was planning to go for a stroll around the royal gardens, the flowers often calm me and help me to put things into perspective."
"Yeah," Selena nodded, following the queen's recollection and logic behind a choice she had quickly turned to regret.
"I'd scarcely made it halfway down the first flight of stairs when I heard a loud crash, I assumed he'd just thrown something or knocked some books off a shelf-" If only she had started going back up the stairs at that first sound, she'd actually hastened her pace so she wouldn't do something she'd regret to him.
"Right," Selena nodded again.
"I'd just reached the bottom of the stairway and could already see the door leading out to the gardens when I suddenly heard Celine scream…" The sound of her baby, little Celine shrieking mama would haunt her nightmares for years to come and would follow her into the afterlife. How could she let such a thing happen? She should have gone back up the second she heard that first crash, she should have never left Celine alone with that cad!
Selena's hand lifted to cover her mouth.
"Of course, I rushed back up the stairs, I ran up nearly seven flights of stairs-" the memory of falling up the stairs and grazing her knee flashed before her mind's eye, her dress still had a faint stain from her bloodied knee, a permanent reminder of her failure of a mother. "-I threw the door open and there he was-" tears welled in Ingrid's eyes "-he was standing over her with his pants around his ankles and-" Ingrid covered her mouth as a pained sob tore through her body, the image of her baby sprawled on her back, her dress hiked up, her bloomers tore in the haste to pull them down, a thin line of blood trickling down from her temple as he thrust inside her, was burned into her memory.
Her stomach tensed and bile began to well up in her throat. Ingrid's free hand grabbed her knee with an iron grip as she tried to force her composure to return and stop herself from voiding her stomach of its contents.
Selena lurched forward and abruptly Ingrid found herself torn from the gaping pit of despair as she felt the warm comfort of Selena's arms wrap around her and their cheeks touched the intimate heat of the moment.
Ingrid's breath hitched in her throat. Warm tears slid down her cheeks.
With shaky arms, Ingrid returned the hug. Selena felt so warm in her arms and the comfort intention of the gesture melted directly into her heart. Ingrid's tears began to hasten their descent down her cheeks. Her shame and the comforting relief swirled together inside her.
"I'm so sorry that, that happened," Selena said next to Ingrid's ear, her voice trembling with the emotion of the moment and the reality of what had happened.
"It wasn't your-" Ingrid swallowed as the emotion threatened to overwhelm her.
Selena squeezed Ingrid as though she were trying to force her comfort into her body.
"Thank you…" Ingrid whispered and the hug broke, Selena pulled away but her hands maintained a weak hold on her arms.
"No one deserves what happened to you and little Celine…if it were Nina-" Selena clipped off her comment before it could form, even with the crimes committed it wasn't wise to say such things in regards to someone so high standing. But it was clear to Ingrid what she meant, and Ingrid returned the feeling, if it weren't for his standing, she'd have crushed the life out of his putrid heart with all her strength.
"Thank you…it probably sounds- anyway, it helps to talk to someone about it," Ingrid confessed, Selena's chocolate brown eyes shimmered through Ingrid's teary eyes.
"I'm always here if you want to talk about your maj- err Ingrid," Selena smiled sheepishly, "but you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to…I know it can't be easy," her hands lightly stroked up and down Ingrid's arms, attempting to comfort her through the dark luxurious fabric of the queen's dress.
Ingrid gave a small nod. The phrasing may have been a touch clunky, but she understood what the seamstress meant; it was beyond obvious the memory caused her pain. Selena wasn't asking her to stop but giving her the option to while at the same time reaffirming her comforting presence.
"Thank you," Ingrid said, reaching up to wipe at her eyes with a single finger, her regal training imposing its will on her even in times of such emotional turmoil.
"Here," Selena said, offering the queen a white strip of fabric from the table, it was obviously a ragged scrap piece but it was all the seamstress had to hand at the moment – the pocket of her apron was filled with thread wheels and pins, even if there were a handkerchief in within, Selena doubted Ingrid would appreciate spiky one for her eyes.
"Thank you," Ingrid said and began to dab lightly at her eyes and wipe her cheeks.
"Perhaps we should talk about happier topics?" Selena offered.
Ingrid cast her mind around for possible topics as she continued to dab at her eyes. Nothing would come to mind as the makeshift handkerchief soaked up the moisture from her tears and soon the shimmering of her vision stopped. A fresh wave of heat warmed her cheeks as the queen found herself unwittingly looking in the direction of the seamstress's petite bosom.
'I'm sure she'd be, happy, to help'
Queen Mary's subtle comments echoed in her mind and Ingrid quickly found herself unable to think of anything other than the beautiful young woman in front of her and the immediate topic of conversation. She had to choose. She could either continue the horrific conversation topic or…
Ingrid swallowed dryly.
"I don't suppose you're aware of your queen's subtle hints in regards to yourself and me?" her voice shook with shy uncertainty, "and I must say I can see where little Nina gets her looks from and it certainly isn't her father," Ingrid could feel the colour of her cheeks darkening.
A surprise burst of laughter erupted from Selena's throat and the seamstress quickly covered her mouth to muffle her laughter from the out-of-left-field comment. Queen Ingrid was certainly an entertaining individual at times.
Selena's cheeks turned pink as she choked back her laughter, both from the abruptness of her laughter and the fact not only had she just been complimented but she had been hit on by a queen!
"Thank you, your- Ingrid, you're quite beautiful too, I know more than a few women are -ahem – envious of your assets," Selena commented when she suddenly felt something soft…and firm…warping to her fingers as they shifted and squeezed. Selena looked down and immediately felt the colour drain from her face as she realized what she was doing.
"Ah!" Ingrid gasped, her eyes closing.
Selena had gotten too relaxed. When she'd made her comment, her body had acted as though she were with her girlfriends and not only had she reached out and copped a feel of the visiting queen's breast but had just given it a couple exploratory squeezes.
"Oh, my goodness! Your Highness! I'm so sorry!" Selena cried out, her hand snapping back as if she had been burned. Her palms together and pressed to her lips, her eyes exploding out of their sockets at what she had just done.
"I-It's ok, but I didn't say stop," Ingrid said, that subtle touch, Selena had barely even begun to squeeze and yet her nipples were stretching so hard it actually hurt. It had felt really good.
Selena opened her mouth but all that came out was a strangled whisper mingling with a conflicted groan, she sucked on her bottom lip, her chocolatey eyes drooping to stare at the visiting queen's large mammary. They were so big. She looked back up, Ingrid's cheeks still flushed pink and her eyes were locked onto her own. The confidence and unspoken power held in those azure eyes, it made Selena feel small and her knees start to tremble.
Ingrid broke the eye contact, looking to one side in embarrassment.
"Though if you would rather not, that is completely understandable," she said, giving the younger woman an out of the current awkward situation.
"No!" the seamstress's dainty hands clamped over her lips, which had come out much louder and faster than she had expected it to. She'd even made the queen flinch and she was staring at her again, her mouth slightly open in a mild surprise.
Selena swallowed. She opened her mouth, she felt like she should say something like 'it would be an honour' but the words wouldn't come, her voice just refused to materialise in her throat. Her cheeks darkened. It would be kinda stupid to say that anyway, and the visiting queen had asked her to call her Ingrid while it was just them, it would feel weird acting all grand and political now, wouldn't it?
Ingrid stared at the seamstress expectantly, her lips slowly coming together. Selena began to lift her arm and Ingrid felt her posture stiffen instinctively, the fabric of her elaborate dress growing tight over her bosom, feeling coarse as it pressed against the sensitive flesh despite the soft material. It took all her long-trained self-control to not allow the quivering of her anticipation to show, every inch of her body was trying to vibrate as the younger woman's hand jerkily moved closer to her chest.
The small hand palmed the watermelon-sized orb, its thin fingers failing to dominate the soft curve, the tips falling just short of its horizon. Selena let out a small squeak but it was devoured by the soft, yet dignified groan of the queen as she tilted her neck back and pushed her breast against Selena's hand.
The seamstress felt something hard press against her palm through the expensive cloth and shifted her hand, rubbing the soft fat as she repositioned, earning a pleased moan from the older woman. The protruding nipple filled the space between Selena's thumb and index finger, making a tiny tent, she had to nip her bottom lip to stop herself from giggling at the cuteness of it, it was like a super tiny erection. Selena moved her thumb and pressed the top over the nipple, before beginning to create a circular motion, pushing the nipple back into the breast while causing her other fingers to reflexively squeeze as her thumb dominated the nipple.
"Oh god," Ingrid gasped, her toes curling and her pussy burning as pleasure shot through her body. It was a good thing she was sitting down otherwise her knees would have buckled and she would be kneeling at Selena's feet, the thought sent another spasm of hot pleasure through her body. She was starting to leak!
Selena took the queen's gasp as permission to go further, she slid her thumb off the top of the nipple, sliding it down its side – she was surprised to find out Ingrid's nipple was taller than her thumb was wide – the nipple followed her thumbs command and returned to the space between her thumb and index finger.
Ingrid let out a small, almost pleading moan as the pressure dominating her nipple vanished only to cry out as Selena's thumb snapped into position, pinning her nipple between the thumb and index finger.
Selena began to rub her thumb and finger together, rolling and twisting the nipple between them.
"Oh god yes!"
She increased the pressure and Ingrid's cries of pleasure grew louder and it became abundantly clear that the queen was definitely not wearing a bra. How scandalous.
"You're so good – ahhh – at th – mmmm yes – this," Ingrid moaned, it had been far too long since anyone other than herself had touched her in such a way, she'd even forgotten how it felt. Every inch of her nipple was screaming in euphoria and the waves of her first orgasm inflicted on her in years began to bellow outwards. Her knees smacked together and her legs began to shiver and spasm as her hot juices gushed out of her pussy, drenching her underwear and beginning to seep out. The fact that it was going to be beyond obvious she had cum for the younger woman, that a queen came for a seamstress, barely more than a serving girl in political standing, the scandal, the naughtiness, it was raising her pleasure to new heights.
'This is incredible! Please don't ever stop! Squeeze me! Pull on my nipple! Make me moan like a bitch.' Ingrid mentally begged, she had to bite her bottom lip hard enough for it to hurt to stop the words from screaming from her lips.
"You give me a lot to work with Ingrid," Selena said, the words spilling out before she even realised what she was saying.
"Mmm you've definitely done this before, I wonder if it's self-taught or training," Ingrid teased, taking the younger woman's admiral comment in stride, and forcing her knees to part even as they began to shiver and try to knock together.
The younger woman's blush deepened and she forcefully swallowed. Her hand tensed, increasing the force of her grip and further pinching the little tent between her thumb and finger weening another moan from the queen.
"Natural talent," Selena said as she nipped Ingrid's nipple harshly earning an adorable mixture of a moan and a cry from her.
"Mmm, if you're this good – ah! – through my clothes then – mmm – let's see how are you ar – ah! – are with this," Ingrid said between moans and reached up to unbutton her dress – taking a mental pleasure in that Selena couldn't take her eyes off of her chest as she undid each button with a controlled dignified pace.
Selena's eyes bulged as the thin line of maroon fabric slowly opened into a shadowed crevice, parting wider and wider with each button. Her jaw dropped as the shaded pale flesh began to peek out, like a merciful divine glow in the gloomiest of nights, she would do anything to drag her tongue over the soft flesh. Another button and the pale light of the room began to bounce off Ingrid's naked breast. The crevice opened wider and wider, inch by minuscule inch until finally the queen pushed the fabric of her dress to one side and her large breast forced its way out and held the fabric back with its imposing size. The sight tore Selena's breath from her throat, the sun-deprived pale peach skin was so smooth, curving perfectly, and capped by a hard bright pink nipple – that would fit flawlessly between her lips and would be very suckable – surrounded by a very kissable areola.
She forced her eyes back to Ingrid's, seeking the permission and approval of the mature woman before she gave into temptation – her fingers were already flexing with the desire to grab and squeeze. Ingrid smirked and moved her hand to the side and suddenly her other breast bounced out of its limited confines – her nipples were so erect…Selena really wanted to suck on them. Somehow the tits looked even bigger naked – and the fact her stool put her eye level with Ingrid's perky nipples certainly didn't help her stop thinking about sucking on them.
"Go ahead, give 'em a squeeze," Ingrid said – neither noticing her vocabulary slipping into a more relaxed, common one even – Selena did not need to be told twice, she reached out with both hands, her fingers twitching.
They were so warm. So soft. Selena squeezed and her fingers sunk into the breasts, they were so firm and their fat bulged between her fingers. A jolt of pleasure shot up her spine and she began to squeeze as hard as she could. She could actually feel Ingrid's breasts clinging to the palms of her hands. Selena began to move her hands in circles, kneading the giant bosom
"Mmm, good girl," Ingrid moaned, arching her back slightly and pushing her chest outward.
"They're so big," Selena whispered in awe, pressing her hands harder into the soft flesh, they made her hands look really small. Had they really always been so small?
"Mmm as big as your head," Ingrid chuckled, the motion causing her breasts to try to bounce against Selena's hands, forcing her arms to jerk with their momentum. They were overpowering.
Selena rubbed her thumb over one of Ingrid's pointed nipples earning another shuddering moan.
"I wish mine were big like yours," Selena said, applying more pressure with her thumb and tracing small circles causing the hardened tip to push out from beneath the surface of her thumb and grind against its length.
"Ah! But yours are so small and cute," Ingrid moaned, sucking on her lip as Selena pinched her nipple between her thumb and index finger again.
Selena's cheeks burned brighter, her blush steadily spreading to her ears. A mixture of embarrassment and arousal fluttered through her body.
"Cute?" she squeaked.
"Mmhmm," Ingrid moaned and reached out, cupping the seamstress's breast through her dress, her hand easily covering the soft lump.
"Oh!" Selena gasped, in a cocktail of startled surprise and arousal, she could feel the warmth of the queen's fair hand through her dress.
"Mmm, you like that?" Ingrid teased, her confidence growing as the younger woman's body seemed to melt beneath her subtle touch.
"Mmm," Selena squeaked, her heart starting to race and her hands freezing in place as the queen began to knead her petite breasts through the rough fabric. The brazenness of the queen, to just reach out and start molesting her without any hesitation or embarrassment – the visiting queen gave her breast a harsh squeeze and she felt like she was going to melt as another far too high-pitched squeaky moan escaped her lips.
"Though I bet it would feel even better if I were to do this," and with a dexterity that would make the most proficient of pickpockets cry out with envy the queen undid several of Selena's buttons, exposing the custom white, loose-fitting, bra holding restraining her breasts.
Ingrid slipped her hand into the opening of the fabric and slid her fingers into the bra – Selena squeaked and flinched as the queen's warm fingers closed around the sensitive flesh of her breast – as she rotated her wrist, she forced the fabric to fall out of the way until the younger woman's breast flopped out of its confines. Selena's hands fell from the queen's bosom as she began to lean back as the monarch began to return the favour and knead her small pear-shaped breast, her little nipple easily squished despite its hardness beneath the mature woman's palm.
"Mmm, you like that little girl?" Ingrid purred as she began to lean in.
Selena's lips parted but no words came out when suddenly she felt the warmth from the queen's lips soak into her own. Another squeak escaped the seamstress as they parted and Ingrid's lips twisted into a cocky smirk and she leaned in again, sucking Selena's bottom lip into her mouth with an almost audible slurp and increasing the pressure of her fingers on the younger woman's breast.
The seamstress's eyes bulged, the queen's mouth was so warm, so wet and the pressure of the other woman's teeth on her lip was both scary and beyond exciting. It had been months since Selena's last dalliance but it was much longer since she had felt such raw passion, she couldn't remember the last time she was so wet. The queen began to lean back, stretching her lip to its limit before she let it snap back into place, strands of saliva rapidly snapping between them. She could taste the queen on her lip!
"Y-Your majesty," Selena gasped, her small chest heatedly rising and falling as her heart raced beneath it.
"Do you know what a safe word is?" Ingrid asked, she couldn't take it anymore, she needed more, she wanted to make the young seamstress squirm and moan.
"Y-Yeah," Selena stammered with a slight nod, "it's peppermint," and no sooner had the words left her lips did the visiting queen launch forward and with a level of skill she could barely hope to obtain, Ingrid, both lifted her onto the large table but also pulled down her white stockings. The cold air assaulted and stimulated her carnal lips, rapidly cooling the juices staining her lips and inner thighs.
Ingrid's smooth hands slid down her thighs, pushing them open and causing the hem of her baby-blue dress to ride up, giving the queen an unfiltered view of her shadowed-shaven pussy. With teasing slowness, the queen pushed her fingers deeper, drawing warm lines over her slick thighs and when the tops of her well-manicured fingers touched her hot lips pleasure jolted through Selena's body, her back arching and moans ripping themselves from her throat. She had barely even touched her and she had nearly started gushing, orgasmic trembles already vibrating out from her snatch.
"Mmm you're so wet," Ingrid hummed – silently inhaling the erotic tangy scent of the younger woman – her fingers were already drenched in Selena's fluids before she was even inside her.
Selena tried to say something but again her words deserted her and the queen began to push her fingers inside her. Selena cried out in ecstasy, her lips clamping down on the queen's fingers, it was like her pussy was trying to squeeze the life out of them. Then Ingrid introduced another finger.
"Oh! God!" her body began to shake and the steadily building orgasm rocked through her body making her legs spasm and attempt to crush Ingrid's shoulders – the queen didn't even react and just inserted a third, then a fourth finger, effortlessly dominating her body even as it tried to instinctively pull her in deeper.
Ingrid began to flex her fingers and introduce her thumb.
Another orgasm rushed out of her pussy, splashing over Ingrid's hand and wrist.
"Mmm, cum twice already, maybe I should go deeper?" Ingrid teased, by the time she was done the seamstress would be begging her to sit on her face and ride it until she was permanently branded with her scent.
"D-Deeper!" Selena gasped, her lips gaping in shock, fear and desire, both desperate for and terrified of the queen going deeper.
She began to push deeper.
The visiting queen's wrist vanished inside her and another orgasm erupted inside her. She could actually feel herself being stretched! Would she even feel a cock after this! The queen would ruin her for – another orgasm rocked her world and Selena found herself nearly falling onto her back on the table, it was too much – nothing could ever feel this good! She was going to become the queen's bitch! No, she IS the queen's bitch. Another orgasm.
"Mmm, I never knew you were so naughty, just look at what a mess you've made," Ingrid teased, splashing the fingers of her free hand in the rapidly pooling puddle of cum.
The splashing sound mixing with the feeling of her pussy stretching around the queen's fist, it made the squirming seamstress squeal.
Knock Knock
Selina's heart nearly leapt from her chest as the sound reverberated through the room.
"Mami? Celine and I need your help," Nina's high-pitched voice squeaked, muffled through the thick wooden door.
Ingrid pulled out of Selena's pussy so fast she nearly pulled the poor woman off the table and found herself having to clamp her other hand over Selena's mouth to muffle her orgasmic cry from the sudden movement – not processing that even though that hand was cleaner than the one that had just been inside her, it too had its fingers coated in the seamstress's cum, staining her cheek with the carnal honey.
The door clicked and Ingrid quickly pulled away from Selena and turned her back while she slipped her breasts back inside her dress and began to button it up. Just as quickly Selena slid off the table and pulled up her stockings so fast, she nearly fell to the floor and rushed to button her dress back up – neglecting to actually put her breast back into the bra before she buttoned up her dress, it was an…odd feeling to feel her still hard nipple against the cold smooth fabric of her work dress.
The door whined as it swung open and both women heard the tapping sound of two pairs of shoed feet skipping into the room.
"Mama!" Celine cried.