The Throne [Erotic Short]

The Throne

I look down at the little informational pamphlet in my hands. Last tour of the day starts at reception at 7pm. I'm standing at the reception desk, but I'm the only one here. I flip through the pamphlet to see if there's anything about it being closed on Mondays, but I don't find anything of the sort. I wait five minutes and I'm about to leave when the door bursts open and a guy walks through, shaking the rain out of his blonde hair.
"I'm so sorry," he apologizes in an Irish accent that makes me melt a little. "I didn't think anyone would be here, with the weather and it being Monday, but then I saw your car in the parking lot." The door shuts with a creak behind him and he gives me a smile. I want to be annoyed but I find myself smiling back at him instead. He's too cute to be annoyed at, and I find myself secretly overjoyed that nobody else showed up for the tour. In fact, other than us, the whole little castle seems to be empty. He throws out his hand and introduces himself and I do the same.
"Well then, shall we begin?" he gestures down the hallway towards the first room. I nod and follow him down the hall, stealing a peak at his butt in his pants. It's firm, he's got that naturally strong kind of look, like he does something with his hands. Not like a typical tour guide.
"So how did you end up being a tour guide here?" I ask.
"Well, if I'm honest, I'm not a tour guide. I actually maintain this place, carpentry and such. But I grew up here, so I know as much as anyone about the place. What're you doing visiting a little place like this on a Monday like this? You must be from America?"
I blush and nod. I can't help but feel like my accent is awkward and clunky compared to his. "I have family from nearby," I reply. "So I'm just visiting.
"That's lovely!" Our eyes meet and we hold each others gaze for a minute before he looks away. I can see his cheeks have turned a bit red. "Well, our first stop here is the throne room. You can see it was pretty humble, but the architecture makes the throne look imposing none the less." I nod in agreement. The room is long, with a red carpet running up several steps to a red and gold throne. The area beyond the steps is roped off. I study the chair as he goes on about various people who sat it in back in the day until we move on to another room.
As the tour goes on, I find us standing closer and closer together each time he explains something. It's a bit hard to keep track of what he's saying, despite my interest in history and the local area. I study his arms through his t-shirt, his big rough looking hands, the shape of his jawline... I snap out of it as we get back to the reception desk.
"Well, that's about all I can think of. Do you have any questions? Or is there anything you'd like to see again? Seeing as it was just us, we got through everything pretty quickly." He glances at his phone to check the time.
"I'd really like to see the throne room again, if that'd be alright?" I say tentatively. He nods enthusiastically. We walk down the hall together.
"Anything that particularly interests you about it?" he asks. I blush. I'm not about to tell him my real interest in thrones... But maybe I can tell a half truth. Our hands brush accidentally as we walk and a little shiver runs through me.
"I've always wanted to sit in one..." I trail off. We stop as we enter the room and he looks down and winks at me.
"Seeing as this is a private tour..." he ducks down under the barrier to the roped off area and climbs the steps, waving for me to follow.
"Are you serious?" My eyes light up as I duck down and then hop up the steps.
"Sure! Go for it."
I slowly walk up to the grand chair and run my hand along the gold painted carvings. "It's beautiful..."
"It'll look even better with you sitting in it."
I look up in surprise. "Oh really?" I sit down and feel the red velvet against my bare thighs that are showing from my short skirt. I feel a rush of adrenaline as I slowly uncross and recross my legs. All I'm wearing underneath is a flimsy lace thong. I watch his eyes drift down and then slowly back up, tracing my figure.
"Yeah, it looks a lot better now." He steps forwards and leans down over me, looking into my eyes. Our lips hover near each other for a moment before I push myself up to meet them. We kiss slowly at first, then I feel his tongue against mine, and I bite his lip playfully.
"Are we going to get in trouble for this?" I pull away and whisper.
He leans back and studies me with a grin. "Not if nobody finds out... Your Highness."
I readjust myself in the throne, placing my arms along the armrests and spreading my legs. "I think you better get on your knees," I say playfully. He willingly obeys, kneeling before me. He reaches forwards and hikes my skirt farther up so that my legs are exposed. Then he uses his finger to move my panties to one side. I look down and can see that they're already pretty wet, and the lace is doing a bad job of soaking it up. A little bit drips onto the red velvet instead.
I watch as he moves his head farther between his thighs. I feel his lips gently kiss the top of my pussy, he sucks on it a bit, then I feel his tongue slide in between my lips. It makes its way down to my opening and circles it before sliding in. I lean my head back and let out a moan which echoes along the domed ceiling above my head. I can't believe this is really happening. I tighten my grip around the armrests as he slides his tongue up to my clit and circles it slowly, then a bit faster, until he's flicking it. I close my thighs around his head and let him suffer for a while before opening them again. I'm breathing heavily now.
"Get up," I tell him. He obeys. I see a bulge in his pants. I flick my finger at him as he's wiping his mouth on his arm. "Undo your belt and slide those down." He willingly does and I watch intently as his pants fall to the ground. His cock pops out of the waistband of his drawers and I feel my pussy start to throb in anticipation. He spits on his hand and studies my legs spread out before him, he gives his cock a few strokes until its rock hard. He comes up to me without being told to, his cock in one hand, while his other one slips my tank top straps down so my little tits pop out. He lets out a little grunt as he cups my tit in his hand, still stroking away with the other. I slap him on the arm.
"Hey! I didn't tell you you could do that," I try to look serious. He laughs and nods.
"You're right, my apologies. What do you want me to do?" he asks.
I slowly place my legs over the armrests so my legs are spread as wide as possible, and scoot my big ass to the edge of the throne.
"I want you to push inside of me. Slowly!" he obliges, leaning over the throne. I can feel my whole body shaking as he guides the head of his cock to my pussy. He slides it up over my clit, parting my lips as he does, before sliding down to my opening. He pushes the head up against it and slowly, ever so slowly, begins to spread me open and enter me. Just as I'm starting to moan, he pulls it back out again, giving me a little grin. I put my hands up on his shoulders.
"I want to feel you inside me so bad," I whisper. He starts to push in again and this time he doesn't stop. He pushes slowly farther and farther until I feel myself gripping his long cock inside of me. I can't stop moaning now, each time he thrusts in and pulls back out.
"Faster," I moan. He grips the throne and the whole thing is rocking back and forth as he fucks me. Part of me is afraid it'll fall over while the other part of me doesn't care, it's like nothing exists but his big cock sliding in and out. I feel his breath on the nape of my neck as he leans down, grunting into my ear. He starts to kiss his way along my neck to my mouth. I bite his lip as he keeps fucking me.
"I want you from behind," I pull back to tell him. He grabs me and turns me around so that I'm pushed up to the back of the throne. I spread my legs, stick out my ass and wiggle it at him, inviting him into my pussy from behind. He holds the throne with one hand and my hips with the other before slowly sliding in. I'm soaking wet at this point, and I feel my wetness drip down onto his balls as he pushes into me. He builds up speed, going deeper and deeper until my yells are carrying down all the halls of the little castle.
"Cum in me!" I yell. He keeps fucking me harder and deeper. "I said cum in me!"
"Yes Your Highness!" he replies between grunts as he thrusts. He's gripping me hard, and finally he pushes as far into me as is possible. I feel his balls slap against my ass as he does. He lets out a moan as his cock pulses inside of me and I feel the cum filling me. I feel an orgasm roll through me from my pussy down do my toes, which curl up. He's inside of me, feeling me contract around him as I cum. When I'm finished, we stay like that for a moment, catching our breath.
He leans over me and whispers in my ear playfully. "There's a little bit of a problem. This isn't exactly a cheap throne. I can't pull out..."
I laugh and slowly we both back up with him still inside of me until we're safely over the ground instead. He pulls out and I feel a gush of wetness drip down my legs. He gives my ass a playful slap that echoes off the walls before putting my thong back in place and pulling my skirt down for me.
"Is that usually part of the tour?" I ask, turning around to face him, my face flushed and smiling.
"Erm, no. But don't worry, there's no extra charge. And you know, I'll even throw in a free dinner if you're up for it."
"I'll take it!"