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Royal Ascot 2026

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Charles III King of the United Kingdom
The Disgraced Prince
Featuring Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor
Chapter 9: The Second Siege of Royal Lodge
The Royal Lodge, a decaying monument to faded grandeur, loomed heavy with dust and desperation. Prince Andrew, 64, paced its grand hall, his 6-foot stocky frame burdened by a doughy paunch, light chest hair matted with sweat beneath a tailored white polo shirt. His thinning silver-white hair was brushed back from a receding hairline, framing a broad squarish face, strong jaw, prominent straight nose, and pale blue-grey eyes narrowed in irritation. His fair ruddy skin showed age spots, full lips twisted in displeasure, and the metal-band wristwatch on his left wrist glinted as he gestured. The lodgeβs crumbling roof, peeling plaster, and warped floors demanded Β£700,000 in repairsβa sum that mocked his depleted funds and tarnished status.
βSeven hundred thousand pounds?β Andrew snapped, his clipped upper-class RP accent dripping with Sandhurst polish and aristocratic disdain. βUtterly preposterous! One simply does not bleed a member of the Mountbatten-Windsor family dry like some common bloody tradesman!β
Edmund Lewis, 6 feet tall with a lean athletic build from his Gordonstoun rugby days, leaned against a cracked pillar. His sandy blonde hair was streaked with gray, sharp blue eyes gleaming with old grudges.
βThatβs the cost, Your Royal Highness,β he drawled with mockery. βSkilled labour to save this rotting pile. Quality isnβt cheapβeven for a prince in reduced circumstances.β
Beside him stood Henry, 37, 5'9" of stocky muscle, jet-black hair cropped short, his weathered face impassive but for the glint in his dark eyes.
βYouβre fleecing me, Lewis,β Andrew barked, jabbing a finger. βThis is extortion, plain and simple!β
Edmundβs smirk widened, gaze dropping to Andrewβs midsection.
βExtortion, Andy? Youβre a disgraced prince with a crumbling mansion and no coin to spare.β He stepped closer, voice dropping to a predatory purr. βI can ease the burdenβfor a price, old boy.β
With deliberate slowness, he unzipped, freeing his 7-inch uncut cock, semi-erect, foreskin partially retracted over a glistening rosy head. He began openly stroking the thick shaft.
Andrewβs ruddy face deepened to crimson, fury clashing with desperation as his pale blue-grey eyes flicked involuntarily to the hardening cock before snapping back up.
βFuck off!β he roared, short-tempered arrogance flaring. βIβm the Duke of York. A Prince of England! How dare you wave that filthy thing at me like some gutter rent-boy? You pathetic, jumped-up oikβtouch me and Iβll have you ruined, do you hear? Iβll have the bloody Palace solicitors on you before you can zip up!β
βNot anymore, you entitled cunt,β Edmund snarled, unmoved by the royal bluster. He released his dick, grabbed Andrew by the shoulders, and despite the princeβs indignant strugglingβbarrel-chested body shoving back, thick arms flailingβEdmund forced him down. Andrewβs knees hit the dusty floor hard, tailored trousers creasing, his face now inches from the swollen, musky cock. Edmund gripped the thinning silver-white hair tightly.
βSuck it, you entitled royal prat,β he ordered, pressing the slick head against full lips before slapping the heavy, veined shaft repeatedly across Andrewβs ruddy cheeks and full lips with wet, degrading smacks. Precum and spit streaked the princeβs face.
Funds gone, reputation in tatters. With a grudging nod, aristocratic pride buckling under necessity, Andrew finally parted his lips. The musky, salty tang of unwashed arousal flooded his senses as the velvety shaft slid inside. All of a sudden things lurched into action as Edmund stepped forward and rammed the full length of his dick right into the princeβs mouth so that his heavy balls banged against Andrewβs chin. He held it buried deep, watching with cruel satisfaction as Andrew began to gag violently, throat convulsing around the thick, veined shaft.
βHmm. Nothing quite as good as a cocky former prince tasting his first cock reluctantly,β Edmund murmured.
He removed his stiff member from Andrewβs mouth and relished the princeβs disgusted expression and desperate attempts to spit out the taste.
βI wouldnβt bother if I were you. Youβll not forget the taste and smell for a long time.β
With that he slid his cock back into the royal mouth, the bulbous head grazed his palate, veins throbbing against his tongue. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking with practiced skill honed from years of discreet indulgences, tongue swirling around the sensitive glans and teasing the precum-slick slit with hungry flicks that made Edmund hiss.
βThatβs it, Andyβuse that posh mouth properly,β Edmund growled, hips rocking, thrusting deeper until the head nudged his throat. βTake it you thin-skinned little shit.β
Saliva bubbled and dripped in thick strings down Andrewβs chin, staining his polo shirt and soft man tits. Wet, obscene slurps echoed as he gagged but persisted, throat convulsing visibly, nose eventually buried in silvery-grey pubes, inhaling the heavy scent.
Edmundβs hand reached down, dismissively grabbing the short silver-white hair and using it as leverage in combination with his thrusts.
βLike that, do you, cocksucker? Proper posh mouth on you,β he goaded between grunts. Andrewβs cheeks bulged obscenely with dick and burned with shame.
βHave you sucked cock before, Your Highness?β Edmund taunted, patting the princeβs disheveled gray hair condescendingly.
Andrew shook his head as best he could around the thick shaft, denying it even as his skilled tongue betrayed long practice.
βLook at this, Henry,β Edmund taunted, winking as Henry moved over, unzipped to reveal his 9-inch uncut cock, thick and heavy, a prominent vein pulsing along its length. βHis Highness is ready to pay in the currency of the gutter.β
Andrew pulled off Edmundβs cock with a wet pop, blue-grey eyes flashing defiance once more.
βAbsolutely not. One does not service the help like some common tart. Keep that grotesque thing away from me, you bloody animals!β
Edmund laughed and slapped his spit-slick cock hard across Andrewβs faceβleft cheek, right cheek, then across the lipsβleaving shiny trails.
βOpen up for the foreman, Andy. Earn that discount.β
After a tense, petulant pauseβjaw clenched, nostrils flaredβAndrew succumbed again, lips stretching painfully around Henryβs girthy shaft. The earthy musk was stronger; the prominent vein dragged heavily over his tongue. He lapped desperately at the frenulum, sucking hard, jaw aching as Henry bucked.
βFuck, that royal tongueβs working overtime,β Henry grunted. βLap it up, you fat ponceβswirl it proper round the head like the experienced slag you are.β
Andrew obeyed, tongue lashing relentlessly, throat bulging, drool cascading onto his paunch.
The two men began alternating their cocks in Andrewβs overstuffed mouthβEdmundβs girthy, downward-curving shaft sliding deep, followed by Henryβs even thicker length stretching his jaw painfully wide. They took turns slapping their slick, spit-covered cocks across his ruddy cheeks, full lips, and broad nose with wet, degrading smacks, leaving shiny trails of precum and saliva. Andrewβs pale blue-grey eyes watered as he sucked one, then the other, tongue swirling desperately around bulbous heads, teasing slits and frenulums while gagging wetly.
βGot me all hard with that sucking. Better put this boner to some good use, hadnβt I?β Edmund said as he moved behind the kneeling prince, yanking down his trousers and boxers to expose the full, rounded, pale, hairy arse. Andrewβs own uncut 7-inch girthy cockβslight downward curve, loose foreskin over the bulbous rosy headβbobbed half-hard.
βKeep sucking,β Edmund sneered. He slapped his rigid cock repeatedly against the princeβs plump arse cheeks, leaving wet marks, then delivered several sharp, stinging smacks to the pale flesh that left red handprints. βNice royal rumpβsoft as your reputation.β
He spat on his cock and pressed the head to the tight puckered hole.
Andrew pulled off Henryβs cock again, twisting his head in fresh defiance.
βDonβt you dare! I am a member of the Royal Familyβunhand me this instant, you insolent swine! Iβll have you both horse-whipped!β
Edmund paid him no heed, gripping the fleshy hips harder and shoved forward. The experienced hole yielded with a slick pop despite the protest. Andrew gasped sharply around Henryβs cock as Edmund buried deep, tight heat clenching until he bottomed out.
βChrist, this royal arse is well-broken in,β Edmund chuckled cruelly, balls slapping hairy thighs with each punishing thrust. Wet squelches filled the hall as he pulled almost out and slammed back in, stretching the rim pink and shiny. βWhoβs been ploughing you, eh? Epstein mates?β
His cock dragged relentlessly along inner walls, battering the prostate mercilessly while he continued smacking the jiggling cheeks.
He then started to roughly fuck Andrewβs arse with long, powerful strokes. The prince submitted at that pointβbroken, he simply knelt there and allowed the older man to have his way. The weight and pressure were uncomfortable, but worse was the raw sensation of the very cock he had been forced to suck plunging back and forth, stretching and battering his tight anal walls. Edmund grunted and wheezed with every thrust, his heavy balls slapping rhythmically against Andrewβs low-hanging sac. The wet, obscene squelching grew louder as the princeβs hole loosened, the rim turning shiny and puffy from the relentless pounding. Edmund angled his hips to hammer the prostate mercilessly, making Andrewβs own uncut 7-inch cock leak profusely onto the dusty floor despite his shame. All while Henry gripped Andrewβs head, slowly fucking the former prince's mouth.
After long minutes of deep, punishing anal, Edmund gave a louder grunt and a final brutal thrust, flooding Andrewβs guts with thick, warm sperm. The prince shut his eyes tight, trying to block it out. How could this be happening to him?
Edmund immediately pulled out of the princeβs arse with a lewd pop from the gaping royal hole, and stepped back. Before Andrew could recover, Edmund moved in front of him and shoved his cock, still glistening with anal juices, straight into Andrewβs mouth.
βClean it, Your Highnessβtaste your own filthy royal arse on my dick.β
Andrew did it unthinkingly, gagging wetly, tongue swirling obediently around the sharp, musky shaft until it was spotless.
Henry took position behind Andrew.
βMy turn to wreck it.β
He slapped his thicker cock against the cum-slick cheeks several times, then spread them wide and drove in with an obscene, frothy squelch. The added girth stretched Andrew even further, the prominent vein dragging intensely along sensitive inner walls as Henry began a long, brutal fuck. He alternated between slow, deep grinding strokes that made Andrew feel every inch and rapid, punishing slams that caused his portly body to jiggleβsoft man tits, paunch, and reddened arse cheeks all quivering.
βBloody loose and sloppy nowβlike a proper cum-dump for the working class,β Henry grunted, pounding deep, hands bruising fleshy hips, cum frothing at the stretched rim as he delivered more loud smacks to the reddening arse. Andrewβs own cock leaked profusely, his portly body shuddering.
βOneβ¦ one demands you hit it harder, you brute,β he gasped between moans, entitlement melting into desperate hunger.
Edmund laughed, feeding his cock back into Andrewβs mouth, keeping the prince constantly stuffed at both ends. Andrewβs throat and arse burned, body rocking helplessly between them, drool and cum dripping down his chin onto his polo shirt and hairy chest. Henryβs pace eventually grew erratic; with a deep roar he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping jet after jet of hot semen deep into Andrewβs already-filled bowels until it overflowed and ran in messy rivulets down his sturdy thighs.
Andrewβs own orgasm finally crashed over him in weak, humiliating spurts from his foreskin-covered cock onto the floor. Henry pulled out and immediately fed the messy cock back into Andrewβs mouth for cleaning.
βLick it spotless, you disgraced Windsor whore.β
Andrewβs tongue worked submissively, tasting the bitter mix of cum and his own anal musk.
As they zipped up, Edmund smirked.
βRepairs start next week. Clean up before Fergie sees you like this, Andy.β
Andrew stood shakily, trousers at his ankles, polo clinging to his sweaty, hairy chest and paunch, face a glistening mask of cum, spit, and utter degradation, silver hair disheveled. Another stain on his secret ledgerβindulgence amid disgrace behind Royal Lodgeβs crumbling walls.
Disclaimer: This narrative is entirely fictional, satirical, and erotic fantasy, invented for entertainment purposes only. It does not reflect any verified events, actions, or inclinations of Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor, Edmund Lewis, Henry, or any other real person.
Charles III King of the United Kingdom
Edward VIII Former King of the United Kingdom

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Charles III King of the United Kingdom
Husband of The Princess Royal
Featuring Anne, Princess Royal, her husband, British retired Royal Navy officer, Timothy Laurence.
Chapter Four: A Discreet Spectator
The morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes of Gatcombe Park, casting a golden glow over the elegant sitting room where Anne, Princess Royal, awaited James Cole. Her call had been unexpected, her voice low and earnest: βJames, can you stop by Gatcombe Park? I need to confide in you about something rather important.β
Intrigued, James arrived within the hour. Anne greeted him with brisk warmth, steely gray chignon impeccable, piercing blue eyes steady as she poured tea.
βYouβre probably wondering what this is about,β she said directly. βItβs intimate. Timothy and I have been exploring. Heβs confided a fantasyβhaving someone watch us. Not a full threesome, but an observer. It excites him. I mentioned you and our one encounter. Heβs comfortable. What do you say?β
Jamesβs pulse quickened.
βIf you and Sir Timothy are both on board, Iβd be honoured to watch. Observer only, right?β
βPrecisely,β Anne replied, a knowing smile. βThough we wouldnβt object if you pleasured yourself. It would hardly be sporting otherwise.β
Her voice dropped, teasing.
βIn fact, Iβm already rather aroused. Feel.β
She guided his hand under her skirt, pressing his fingers against the soaked silk of her panties. The heat and slickness made him groan.
βChrist, Anne,β James murmured, American accent thick with lust. βLet me taste you.β
She hiked her skirt. Her vulva was glistening, outer lips puffy and parted, inner folds deep pink and creamy. James knelt, dragging his tongue slowly up her slit, savouring the tangy, musky flavour. He circled her swollen clit with firm laps, then sucked it gently between his lips while sliding two fingers into her tight, fluttering channel. Anneβs hips rocked, a low aristocratic moan escaping.
βThatβs itβ¦ good lad. Fuck me with your tongue. Deeper.β
He plunged in, tongue-fucking her while his nose rubbed her clit, her juices coating his chin. Their eyes lockedβhers fierce and commanding, his dark with hunger. βBetter than the bloody tea,β he quipped, pulling back. Anne laughed, flushed.
Later, Anneβs husky call: βCome down in an hour, James. We may already be underway. Lounge chair faces the bed. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie.β
He slipped into the bedroom. Soft evening light bathed the scene. Timothy, tall and lean with a mature naval physique, salt-and-pepper hair tousled, stood naked. His cock swelled under Anneβs mouthβthickening to a solid 7.5 inches, uncut foreskin retracting over a flushed, leaking head. Anne knelt, lips stretched wide, sucking him with wet, hungry sounds, her tongue swirling the sensitive underside as saliva dripped down his shaft. Her athletic arse was raised toward James, vulva exposed and dripping, clit visibly throbbing.
Timothyβs brown eyes met Jamesβs across the room.
βEvening, James. Good of you to join us as spectator,β he said, voice crisp and commanding yet rough with arousal. He winked, gesturing for James to undress while holding intense eye contact.
James stripped. His thick 8-inch cut cock sprang free, veined and leaking. Timothy groaned. βBloody hell, thatβs quite the sight.β
Anne hummed around her husbandβs cock, the vibration making Timothyβs hips buck as he stared at Jamesβs stroking hand. James settled into the lounge chair, legs spread, wrapping a firm grip around his shaft. He stroked slowly, thumb smearing precum over the swollen head, eyes locked on the royal couple.
They shifted into sixty-nine. Timothy buried his face in Anneβs cunt, tongue lapping broadly through her soaked folds before sucking her clit hard, two fingers plunging deep and curling against her G-spot. Wet, obscene slurping filled the room. βGod, youβre positively dripping tonight, darling,β he murmured against her flesh, eyes flicking up to meet Jamesβs as he fingered her. Anne moaned loudly around Timothyβs cock, taking him to the back of her throat, gagging wetly before sucking harder, her hand massaging his balls.
βTimβ¦ your tongue is fucking wicked on my cunt. Donβt you dare stop.β
James pumped faster, fist slick with precum, maintaining eye contact with both of themβTimothyβs steady naval gaze and Anneβs lust-glazed blue eyes whenever she could look up.
Anne lay back, head toward James, locking eyes with him as Timothy knelt between her thighs. Timothy rubbed his glistening cockhead up and down her slit, teasing her clit. βReady, my love?β He pushed in slowly, stretching her. Anne gasped, eyes never leaving Jamesβs.
βFuck, yesβ¦ fill me, Timothy.β
He thrust deep, hips snapping with precise power, balls slapping her arse as her cunt gripped him visibly. The wet squelching sounds were filthy and intoxicating. James matched their rhythm stroke for stroke, eyes flicking between Anneβs bouncing breasts, Timothyβs flexing arse, and the creamy shaft sliding in and out of her stretched hole. Timothy pulled out, offering his cockβshiny with her juicesβto her mouth. She sucked greedily, tasting herself, eyes alternating between her husband and their American watcher.
βDelicious, isnβt it?β she purred.
Then Anne took control.
βOn your back, Timothy.β He lay down. She straddled him in cowgirl, sinking down onto his thick cock with a long moan, her juices coating him instantly. She rolled her hips in deep, grinding circles, clit rubbing against his pubic bone. Timothy reached up, cupping and squeezing her firm breasts, thumbs flicking her hard nipples.
βRide me properly, darling,β he growled, eyes locked on hers before shifting to James. Anne looked straight at James, blue eyes burning with lust as she rode faster, rolling and bouncing, her cunt swallowing every inch of her husbandβs shaft. βWatch me, Jamesβ¦ watch how I fuck him for you.β
James stroked furiously, fist flying over his throbbing cock, eyes glued to the sightβAnneβs athletic body undulating, Timothyβs hands mauling her breasts, the wet slap of her arse against his thighs.
The tension built unbearably. Anneβs moans grew raw: βIβm so closeβ¦ fuck, Timβharder!β
Timothy thrust up to meet her, pounding deep. Jamesβs hand blurred. All three locked eyesβAnne staring at James, Timothy alternating between themβas climax hit simultaneously.
Anne cried out first, cunt clenching rhythmically around Timothyβs cock, juices squirting around his shaft as her orgasm ripped through her. Timothy groaned deeply, hips jerking as he erupted inside her, thick pulses of cum flooding her spasming walls. James rose slightly, roaring as his own release explodedβthick ropes of cum arcing across the space toward the royal couple, splattering Anneβs thigh and the sheets.
Panting, they collapsed together. Anne lay blissed between the two men, one hand lazily stroking each softening cock. Timothy and Jamesβs fingers intertwined, gently tracing her cum-slick, sensitive folds and clit, drawing soft, contented sighs. They drifted into warm, satisfied sleep.
Disclaimer: This narrative is entirely fictional, satirical, and erotic fantasy. It does not reflect any verified events, actions, or inclinations of Anne, Princess Royal, her husband, Timothy Laurence or any person named James Cole. It is invented for entertainment purposes only.
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