Date: Sat, 8 May 2004 06:39:11 -0700
From: Will Adams <willadams8@literotica.org>
Subject: Anna K. and the Duchess
Anna K. and the Duchess
By Will and David
This is a complete work of fiction and doesn't imply anything about the true
sexuality of any of the celebrities who are mentioned. If you don't like
reading nasty stuff like this, go do something else.
Anna Kournikova really had to take a shit. She was in the third
set of a tough match against Jelena Dokic at Wimbledon, but she didn't
really care about the game. She just had to shit really badly.
And waiting to receive her foul shit was the Duchess of Canterbury,
a woman she had met online not three months ago. The Duchess had written
her via her website on one of the message boards. The initial inquiry had
been about her tennis career, but something about one of the notes had
caused Anna to send the Duchess a special email asking if she'd like to get
together with the tennis star. And sure enough that is exactly what the
Duchess wanted. Not many people were aware of the perverse side of Anna,
her desire to dominate older women. And the 41-year-old Duchess seemed
like a potential recruit to her harem of older sluts. Once in England for
Wimbledon, Anna got together with the Duchess and the Duchess' breath was
taken away with Anna's beauty in person.
My God, the Duchess (whose name was Geraldine) thought, she is
absolutely stunning! Beautiful, sexy and something else. The Duchess
realized at that point that her lesbian desires were overcoming her plan to
hold back in the meeting and she realized that shortly she would be totally
under the spell of the cute young tennis star.
Anna took her aside in the castle where they had gotten together
and delivered the harsh news to the Duchess.
"Listen you old bag, you fucking cunt, if you want to submit to me
I will require your complete slavery, you will do everything I demand, now
what, right now, is your answer," Anna barked.
The Duchess hesitated only a moment before replying, "Anna, I'm
yours."
"Good, the first thing I will want you to do is come to the court
on Saturday and watch me eat a huge breakfast before the match. You will
appreciate all the food because you will be eating it later, if you get my
drift."
The Duchess was a little reserved, but she wasn't stupid, she got
it completely. Anna wanted her to become her toilet.
"Yes or not slut, it's as simple as that."
The Duchess took one long look at Anna's long tanned legs and
decided to submit completely.
"Yes Anna, I will."
"Good slut then be there at 8 a.m. sharp to watch me eat what will
become your dinner later in the day," Anna concluded the interview and
headed out of the castle. The Duchess was left alone with her thoughts and
how she would become a toilet come Saturday.
She arrived at Wimbledon at 7:45 a.m. and used the pass Anna had
given her to enter the athletes' area.
There she found Anna sitting at a large table with a huge breakfast
of pancakes, eggs, bacon, cinnamon rolls, cereal, orange juice and coffee
in front of her.
"Like all this food slut, I hope you do because you'll be eating it
later," Anna laughed at the embarrassed look on the Duchess' face.
The match finally ended with Anna barely defeating Dokic as another
cramp crossed her abdomen. Anna made her way off the court and entered the
tunnel leading back to the player's locker rooms where the Duchess was
waiting for her.
Although Wimbledon was a large facility it didn't house enough locker
rooms for each player to have a private room; though officials managed to
arrange for each player to share a room with one other player, but on a
schedule where they would not run into each other during competition.
As Anna walked traveled down the tunnel she heard her name called out
to her. Anna looked to her right to see Serena Williams approaching.
"Hi Anna," she said. "Nice match today. Maybe one day we'll get to
face each other." Serena added.
"I look forward to it," Anna replied with a smile. "I really hate
this bitch. One day she's going to get what's coming to her" Anna thought.
"Gotta run," Serena said as she turned and left for the courts.
Anna resumed her walk back to her locker room with her stomach
continuing to grumble. --I really need to stop doing this during
competition. I'm never going to win a title if I keep eating like this
before a match-Anna realized.
Upon entering her locker room, Anna found the Duchess waiting for her
on one of the small sofas provided for visitors. Anna locked the door
behind her and walked over to the changing area where a wood bench stood in
front of several wide alcoves, which are used to store players' clothes.
She tossed her racket into her alcove and grabbed a towel off the bench.
"Congratulations on your match sweetie," the Duchess greeted
Anna. Anna shot her a hard look with the intention of shutting the older
woman up. The smile on the Duchess' face slowly disappeared as the young
woman stared at her.
"Get over here," Anna ordered the Duchess. The Duchess stood and
approached Anna. "Take off your clothes, but leave on your bra and
panties," Anna said. "For now," she added as an afterthought.
The Duchess stripped down to her undergarments and let Anna inspect
her 41-year-old body. Anna liked what she saw and ordered the Duchess to
sit straddling the bench. As the Duchess sat she noticed the beads of
sweat dripping down Anna's forehead. She also became aware that Anna's
shorts and tank top were soaked through with sweat. The Duchess was
further aware that Anna was still grasping a towel in her hand but has yet
to wipe and perspiration from her tight young body.
Anna dropped the towel onto the bench without using it and pulled her
tank top off. Her sports bra under her tank top was completely soaked as
well. Anna stood over the Duchess and said, "Open you mouth bitch. I've
got something for you."
Anna stood over the Duchess sitting on the bench. The Duchess titled
her head back and opened her mouth wide. Anna lifted her sweaty tank top
over the Duchess' face and twisted the cotton material tightly. Drops of
her sweat were forced out of the material only to fall into the Duchess
waiting mouth. Anna continued to twist the shirt until she was positive no
more liquid could be had.
Anna tossed the shirt onto the ground and continued to stand over the
older woman. Anna next lifted her right arm and positioned her armpit
firmly over the Duchess face. "Lick me clean you cow," Anna ordered. She
smiled as she felt the older woman's tongue begin to lap at her
sweat-saturated armpit. "That's it slut, nice long strokes with your
tongue." As the Duchess worked her tongue on the young tennis star she
felt a hand reach into the cup of her bra and begin kneading her tit and
pinching her nipple. When the Duchess was finished with Anna's right arm
she was ordered to repeat the process on the left arm. She did so as Anna
played with the older woman's other tit.
The Duchess knew she was finished licking Anna's armpits when the
young woman stood back away from her no longer straddling the bench, but
standing to one side. The Duchess' mouth was dry and her tongue felt
tired. Anna noticed, "Don't think you're done yet, cow." Anna reached
over and pulled the cups of the Duchess' bra down exposing her tits, but
leaving her bra on. The Duchess watched as Anna placed one foot up on the
bench, untied her sneaker and removed it and the sock underneath; then
removed the other sneaker and sock. She tossed the sneakers aside, but
wrung sweat out of the nasty smelling socks onto the Duchess' face.
Anna then slid a finger from each hand beneath the waist of her
tight lycra shorts. She ran her fingers back and forth around her waist
before pulling her shorts off. The Duchess noticed the tennis star was not
wearing any underwear. Anna reached down to rub her clit. The Duchess
noticed Anna's pussy was almost completely bare except for the small strip
of pubic hair centered above her clit.
Positioning the towel, previously dropped onto the bench, Anna sat
her tight ass down on the towel and leaned back onto her elbows. She then
brought one foot up to the Duchess' mouth for her to lick clean. The
Duchess ran her tongue up and down the young woman's foot and across her
toes. She then sucked each toe into her mouth before pushing her tongue
between each one to ensure she didn't miss a spot. As she finished with
the first foot it was quickly replaced with the second.
Anna made the Duchess move on to her mostly bare pussy after she
finished licking her toes. Anna always derived joy from being licked
clean. Unfortunately her stomach continued to grumble. Several times she
grabbed the Duchess' head to hold her close as she farted to help keep the
grumbling in her stomach down to a quiet quake, but she knew this would
only alleviate the pressure temporarily.
She brought the Duchess' head to her stomach to allow the member of
British royalty to hear the grumbling and let her know what it would soon
be bringing to her mouth. The Duchess listened with some trepidation as
the tennis star's stomach ground up what was soon to be her lunch.
"Listen bitch because my stomach is preparing your lunch, soon you'll
be eating my fine shit," Anna said.
Anna released the Duchess' head from against her stomach and stood up.
She turned herself around so her ass was now facing the Duchess. Anna
repositioned the towel on the bench and proceeding to get on all fours
using the towel to pad her knees.
"Okay bitch lick my crack," Anna ordered.
The Duchess leaned in to the tennis pro's offered ass and slowly ran
her tongue up and down. Anna loved having some filthy bitch lick her ass.
After several slow passes of the Duchess' tongue Anna reached back and
stopped the older woman from bobbing her head; holding it over her tight
asshole.
"Lick my puckered hole bitch," Anna said, and then added "and you may
have your meal."
The Duchess concentrated her licking strictly on Anna's asshole as she
was ordered. Anna moaned softly as the older woman began working the tip
of her tongue into Anna's tight rosebud. As Anna became increasingly
aroused her sphincter muscle relaxed and the Duchess was able to penetrate
her tongue deeper and deeper into Anna. Likewise Anna was able to easily
pass gas into the Duchess' mouth.
Anna was thoroughly enjoying having her ass licked, but she couldn't
contain the pressure building up inside her. She told the Duchess to stop
licking and sit back to watch as Anna delivered her meal.
Anna once again stood up straddling the bench, moved the towel
protecting her knees and began to push the Duchess' meal out of her young
ass. The Duchess watched as thick pieces of excrement appeared from Anna's
ass and formed a pile on the bench in front of her. The older woman
watched as Anna continually pushed more and more out of her tight ass.
Once Anna felt she had completely vacated her bowels she moved away
from the bench to admire her deposit.
"Look at that bitch. You've got plenty of eating to do. Don't even
think about wasting any of my precious treasure," Anna said. She then
grabbed the nape of the Duchess's neck with one hand and pushed her face
down into the pile before her. Anna held the Duchess down until she was
sure the older woman's face was pressed firmly into her meal as she started
eating the pile of shit. "That's right bitch chew it up and eat it."
Anna stood back to view the spectacle in front of her. A member of
British royalty with her face in a mound of shit eating it up like it was
the last meal she would ever have. Anna loved it.
"I think you deserve a new name bitch. From now on you are the
Duchess of Feces," Anna declared as she stroked the Duchess' head, petting
her new shit slave.
And, that was how the Duchess began to think of herself.
Author's note: Want this to continue, it could go in a lot of different
directions. Write with any comments or suggestions.