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