Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2005 11:22:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Sasha Steele <sashasteelecfw@yahoo.com>
Subject: Idle Prince Five

Desert Encounter
by Sasha Steele

    With the two remaining relatives of Manakan in hot
pursuit the escape party fled to the ambassador's
vessel. Or so it was thought. The two princes knew
that traveling with Manakan in tow would slow them
down enough so that they could be cut off before
reaching the sea. But when they arrived the ship was
already gone.

    Knowing that they may be overrun Narcissian had
decided to cross overland through the desert to the
far shore. His vessel had sailed the day before. The
two princes rode into a trap where they died. The
invasion by the Empire was on, and the last remaining
heir to the Ardinian throne was in their hands.

    The desert crossing would take two days. This was
Saharian land where they pitched camp for the night
and an elaborate tent-city was set up.

    The Ambassador applied the last touches to his
makeup while his black shemale slave girl did his hair
in a single Frankean braid. He had just been bathed
and wore nothing but a short silk robe. Narcissian
turned his face each side. Satisfied with his beauty
he ordered his clothing.

    Narcissian sat back on his vanity, a leg raised,
as Nefertiti carefully drew a beige nylon stalking all
the way up that long leg to his bald scrotum. She
fitted a brown pump with a five inch high heel on his
foot. Then the same on his other leg and foot.

    White panties were slipped over the shoes and
drawn up to his knees. Narcissian stood allowing
Nefertiti to draw them onto his hips. He sat again
opening his robe. Nefertiti removed it then helped her
master into his white brassier adjusting its delicate
lace cups against his soft fleshy pecs and did it up.

    He stood again and went to the long mirror.
Nefertiti followed kneeling to fix the elasticized
lace tops of his stalkings tight to his crotch. "fix
my panties," Narcissian ordered, noticing his cock
pointing slightly to the right in their penal-pouch.
Nefertiti corrected this flaw, adjusting his semi-hard
cock directly forward.

    Narcissian turned for a side view. His body was
soft with little muscularity. A tiny paunch snowed in
the front panel of the panties drawn high on his hips.
He turned around further. The full seat of his panties
covered the round globes of his ass their material
sinking deep in the cleft between them. Satisfied
Narcissian ordered his dress brought to him.

    The tight-fitted mini dress was of a cream colored
paisley design. It featured a thin brown belt above
which the short sleeved blouse buttoned up the front,
and it had a small collar.

    Nefertiti helped her master struggle into the
tight dress, did up the belt, and again Narcissian
repeated his poses in font of the large mirror in his
tent. The tight skirt was very short. It hid neither
the pretty lace tops of Narcissian's beige stalking
nor the cock-pouch of his panties, and if he bent over
at all his ass showed. Narcissian liked what he saw.

    He sat again at his vanity, turned his head side
to side. "Fetch a ribbon for my hair. Match the color
of my belt and shoes," he ordered. Then added, "and
fetch a fresh pair of panties."

    Nefertiti curtsied, then left. Narcissian, still
seated on his vanity chair turned to the side
spreading his legs apart. Presently a wet spot
appeared at the tip of his cock and spread as his
panties saturated. Then a stream formed and
Narcissian's pee poured onto the tent's carpet as he
relieved himself.

     Returning with the right colored ribbon for his
hair and a fresh pair of panties Nefertiti attended
her master, fixing the ribbon to his braid and
changing his wet panties.  Having done that she
adjusted his skirt back in place as he stood before
his mirror.

    Getting back to her feet Nefertiti said, "The fat
prince requests your presence fo..."

    Nefertiti never finished the sentence as she was
slapped hard across the face. "Mind your station,
Nefertitti. I have warned you." Hand on her cheek,
Nefertiti sulked while Narcissian turned back to his
mirror. "The prince wishes to see me," he said still
facing the mirror.

    "Yes," she squeaked, not telling her master that
Prince Manakan had requested his presence for supper
one hour hence.

    Narcissian entered Manakan's ornate tent realizing
immediately that once again this was an inopportune
moment and his anger at Nefertiti flashed.

    Surrounded by muscular chamber maids Manakan
lounged on his day bed sitting semi upright on his
side, one gargantuan leg cocked over the other. He
wore only a white bath gown made up of a front and
rear panel, the panels attached tegether only at the
shoulders. His huge arms protruded through the open
sides of the bath gown, one arm draped over the
pillowed head of his day bed, the other rested on his
massive hip.

    The prince wore no jewelry or makeup. His jet
black hair hung in long curls over one heavy shoulder
and down his wide back. The back panel of Manakan's
bath gown drawn to the front over his hips and thighs
left only his fat feet in high heel bedroom slippers
and his heavy ankles showing. Narcissian could see
that makeup, jewelry, fancy clothing and elaborate
hair styles only served to enhanced Prince Manakan's
natural beauty, but were not necessary.

    "You do so want to witness my toiletries,
Narcissian," the prince said, the words labored by
heavy breathing caused from his exertions.

    "Again, my apologies, Prince Manakan. I was told
you wished to see me and will return at your
pleasure." Narcissian curtsied to the prince, his
dress so short that in lifting it to follow proper
decorum his entire pantied cock flashed. And that he
had a semi erection had not gone unnoticed by the
prince.

    "To dine with me, one hour hence. Nnnnnnnnnn. But
stay. Now that you are here. Your company is welcome.
This dry desert air is such that, nnnnnnnn, making my
motion is, nnnnnnnn-difficult-nnnnnnnnnn."

    Manakan's fat face flushed, his breathing labored
as he struggled on. His speech was broken with
guttural grunts as he bore down and heavy breathing as
he recovered from each effort. Manakan's sphincter was
dilated, a massive dry, hard fecal mass holding it
open. Dark brown and shiny, eight inches of the
prince's huge shit now protruded from his fat ass.
Each effort moved it but a fraction of an inch and
there was a lot more to come.

    There was no hiding the effect that witnessing a
beautiful obese transvestite prince taking a poop had
on the Ambassador. His panties tented nine inches
straight out from under his dress skirt now, their
stretchy material drawn tight to his erection.

    The prince took his breath, bore down again,
"nnnnnnnnnnnnn." Then continued talking. "And my
gluttony for food, nnnnnnnnnn - makes my shits -
nnnnnnnn - so large - nnnnnnn..." He stopped to catch
a breath, "I can barely pass them. Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."
A large turd (3 inches thick and 14 inches long),
flopped onto the golden fecal tray held by the chamber
maid stationed behind Prince Manakan.

     He was silent a moment, then spoke to his maids.
I shall pee now," he said. A chamber made took up the
urinal vase and kneeling before his master lifted the
front section of his bath gown. Taking up Manakan's
massive cock the maid brought it to the neck of the
vase. With his exertions the prince had already leaked
some of his pee saturating his bath gown. Now he
required full relief.

    Holding the prince's heavy cock the chamber maid
directed his master's urine into the vase. Behind
Manakan's sigh of relief Narcissian heard the
splashing of the prince's heavy stream as he filled
the vase. Narcissian's hand was on his own cock gently
stroking it through his panties.

    Finished peeing Prince Manakan returned to the
business of moving his bowels, chatting between grunts
and heavy breaths until finally he was empty. His
chamber maid presented Prince Manakan the prise of all
his effort. The fecal tray was piled high with dark
brown turds of various sizes.

    "More than some of these poor bastards out here
eat in week, I should think," the prince said to
Narcissian. And to the maid holding the tray he said,
"go, show them what a royal bowel movement looks
like."

     "I will stand now," the prince said and maids
moved quickly to aid him. Feet brought to the floor
and sitting up they took him by the arms helping their
ponderous master to his feet. The panels of Manakan's
silk bath gown draped front and back over his gigantic
frame. The front panel hung from his huge protruding
gut and below it tented outward a few inches more due
to the prince's massive erection.

    Manakan reached across his heavy chest to the
latch and the bath gown fell to floor. The prince
stood before Narcissian teetering on five inch high
heel bedroom shoes, otherwise naked. His feet were
spread 24 inches apart due to the girth of his
humongous thighs, and they were turned inward slightly
pigeon toed.

    Narcissian eyes went from the biggest gut he had
ever seen to the the largest cock he had ever seen
standing straight out below it. Manakan raised a heavy
arm and flicked his long hair back with his fat hand.
He turned his face upward shaking out the curls. Then
pursed his sensuous lips. The prince's conceit knew no
bounds. Even in all his obesity it was evident that
Prince Manakan felt his beauty surpassed all others.

    "Come to me," the prince said motioning Narcissian
to approach him. Narcissian did so. They embraced.
Narcissian's erection throbbed as his pantied cock met
the prince's naked hardon beneath the overhang of his
massive gut. Leaning into one another they kissed.
Both undulated their hips, kneading their hard cocks
together.

    Manakan broke off the kiss. "On your knees," he
said breathing as heavy now as when he had been
straining to empty his bowels. Narcissian sank slowly
to his knees. Bending over Manakan took hold
Narcissian's braid pressing his gut into the
Ambassador's face. Grasping the braid in one hand
Manakan straighted back up reaching around his own
bulk with the other hand to find his cock.

    The prince managed to take hold his massive shaft
near its thick base where it protruded from the fat
bald melon-like pubis mound beneath his gut. "Suck my
cock," prince Manakan ordered.

    Narcissian's head was tilted back, his face buried
in the soft fat of Manakan's huge stomach. The
prince's cock pressed against his cheek. Narcissian
had sucked many, many cocks. Fifteen inches long and
extremely thick, this was larges he had ever seen. He
wanted it. Gods, how he wanted it. Narcissian backed
his face away. He open his mouth taking the prince's
large cock-head into his mouth.

    "Ahhhhh," Manakan mouthed when he felt
Narcissian's warm mouth engulf his cock-head.
Narcissian wondered how he would take such a huge
mouth full, wondered how much of it he could take. But
Manakan gave him no time to pounder. Pulling hard on
his braid the prince's powerful hips drove his cock
deep into Narcissian's throat with the first push.

    And the prince gave him no quarter driving deeper
and deeper, fucking hard Narcissian's mouth. Sweat
gathered over the prince's immense body. Narcissian
thought that he would choke on the monstrous cock in
his mouth. That he would smoother in the prince's fat,
or drown in his sweat. Or perhaps would have this cock
driven into his brain. Narcissian had been
mouth-fucked before, but never like this. He wreathed
and squirmed but did not try to break free.
    "Ahhhh, ahhhh," the prince moaned as the heat
built up under the head of his cock. "Ahhhh, ahhhh,
ahhhh." it seemed that Manakan would fuck him for
ever, or perhaps until he passed out from exhaustion.
Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh."

    Then finally the prince stopped undulating his
wide hips and withdrew his cock so that just its head
remained inside Narcissian's mouth. Narcissian felt
the prince's hand working his thick shaft. "Ahhhh,
ahhhh,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The prince screamed as he came.

    The price milked himself. There was so much cum
that Narcissian had to struggle to swallow it all. And
he did want to swallow it all. Never had he tasted
such sweet nectar. Never had his own lust felt such
satisfaction.

    All the while, as the prince fucked him Narcissian
had stroked his cock through his panties. He too had
cum, and with such force that it shot through his
panties between the prince's legs to several feet in
front of him. It was wonderful.

    Manakan staggered backwards. Exhausted he was
helped on to his day bed. "I need to rest now," he
said. "We will dine later this evening. I will summon
you again."

    Narcissian did a quick curtsy and left. The
prince's chamber maids disrobed him, then bathed him
and massaged him. Laying on his fat belly, propped up
on pillows, two maids fed him and brought wine to his
lips while four others work exotic oils into his soft
tissues of his massive ass, legs and back.

    Yes, tonight, Manakan mused. Tonight he would wear
an elegant green gown, he would avail himself of all
the delicacies at the banquet table, stuff himself
until he could barely breath. And when he had
sufficiently recovered from his gluttony he would see
to Ambassador's tight ass.

    Prince Manakan yawed. He had to pee again. Too
exhausted to even move he relaxed his bladder and felt
the warmth of his urine against his fat thighs. It
felt good. He yawed again, then feel asleep