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"From henceforth, that book will act as a physical representation for all of Melena's life; any change there will alter her reality," the booming voice of the Djin echoed around Marty. The self-described nerd could only stare with wonder, still hearing his wish repeating in his mind: "I wish I have complete and absolute control over Princess Malena Vazin."

And now, it had come true. All those days studying, searching in books. He had found just what he was hoping for. A way to utterly control Malena.

"First thing's first!" He bent over the book, scrawling in wet, black ink. A single line traced through her name before he wrote beneath. "Princess Cumslut, whenever addressed by name, would start to masturbate with rising intensity."

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"Okay.. Okay... settle down everyone.." Malena cleared her throat, lifting her slender chin up to run her eyes over everyone at the table. "We have so much to discuss." Spread across the surface of the table were scrolls and documents about the finances and events for the next month. Around, filling all the seats, were the many trusted advisors and visiting experts for the talk.

"Yes, let us begin, Princess Cumslut." Her advisor spoke, voice regular and even because to everyone there, addressing the reigning princess with such a degrading name was normal. It was simply her reality.

The princess bobbed her chin, gently jostling the perfect curls of crisp, bright hair framed around her face. She started to go into the many events planned and the budgeting for them in an even, clear voice, but beneath the table her fingers had started to slid down the length of her full skirt beneath the table to lift it up into the bottom hem so her fingertips could trace along the top edge of her high, white stockings.

As the minute ticked on, her hands reached her inner thighs, which spread wide beneath the cool glass table top that let everyone see her hands shifting beneath, sliding up the the silken surface of her smooth panties.

The financial advisor, an aged, bearded man briefly glanced at the movement of her fingers starting to stroke down the line of her slit through the barrier of her panties. The perfectly painted, innocent white tip of her french-style nails started to rub along the line of her lower lips captured in the tight hold of her panties, but the man didn't react, just lifted his eyes once more. "I think we should review this guest list to ensure we've been selective enough, 200 guests is a lot!"

"Oh, no! 200 is barely a fraction of the kingdom, I don't want to leave anymore people out of the celebration!" Malena crooned, voice lilting and cheerful, but breaking slightly at the end as she pushed a finger up against her panties, pushing the silk into her along with the girthy tip of her finger. "Mmm... I think we should look at food instead, what has the kitchen proposed for the menu?"

"Well, Princess Cumslut... We've worked up four proposed menus depending on what sort of protein we want to serve," The chef began, lifting a folder of the sketched out meal plans onto the table and starting to distribute them while Malena, briefly, raised a brow with a thought to herself: "That's not my name?" Yet, even as she thought this, she peeled her panties down one leg, flicking the other so they'd roll down her thighs before tangling into the heels of her purple pumps with the oozy wet stain of her excitement glistening face up. "I can't stop this!" She realized with a warm rosy flush.

As they discussed chicken or fish, Malena pumped a finger into her sex, pushing apart her lower lips so the dripping wetness of her sex started to leak out onto the edge of her smooth, wooden chair. Curling the digit, she pressed expertly into her g-spot, letting out a soft mewl that echoed around the meeting room.

Their voices didn't even stutter at her following moan, just blasting forward describing the dangers of cooking chicken at mass amounts while fish would be much lighter on the palette anyways, but costlier. Which would be better for the event, they asked while Malena's fingers pumped up to the knuckle into her sex with a loud, echoing shluck!

"Oooh... yes..." She moaned, momentarily leaning her eyes back before she gave a nod. "I think fish for sure. Fish." Her wrist curled up, trying to shove her fingers deeper into her stretching cunt. Beneath the see through table, her foot had lifted up and notched against one table leg so she could deep each finger-fucking thrust while just above that clear barrier she idly scanned over a proposed menu, marking points with a pen in her opposite hand.

Steadily, the room began to grow thick with the scent of her cunt. The dribbling of her excited wetness leaked onto the chair, only deepening the richness of it in the air of the cloud of her pussy's perfume. Along with her scent, the steady noise of her breathing started to grow louder, huffing out between sentences as her fingers grew faster.

To her side, right next to her masturbation display, her assistant had started to shift in her seat. The girl's cheeks were flushed with hot heat as her nose twitched in the air, sucking in that scent greedily as she felt her own lips getting wet from the display beside her while she tried to focus on her work instead, noting down what everyone said, but she couldn't help but press one hand atop her dress to the mound of her sex and roll in her seat, trying for a bit of relief.

"Ahhh...." Malena's cunt squeezed tighter, forcing out a long moan.

"Is that a yes to fish then?"

"Oooh! Yes! Yes!" She moaned, a warble entering her smooth voice while her crown wobbled a bit on her head from her frantic writhing in the seat. Her dress was fully up now, exposing the smooth mound of her shaven cunt while her fingers pumped in and out, strings of her milky arousal glistening on the perfectly painted tips of her nails.

"Very well, Princess Cumslut."

She lifted her fingers up, momentarily hitting the glass of the table and leaving a smear of residue before her fingers slide between her pink painted lips, suckling the skin clean with a sigh of delight. Her cheeks were flushed with a warmed, aroused glow while her lips hung part way open, letting the heavy breaths escaped her lungs.

Quickly they returned, diving back into the stretched pink hole of her sex. She started, once more, pistoning them in and out adding on finger after another until four of her fingers started to pump into her.

Her motions started to rattle the table, shaking the legs where her foot pushed for support to keep her legs spread wide enough to support the deep pounding, striking her g-spot with every thrust.

"Shall we move onto the decor for the event then, Princess Cumslut?"

"Oh yes! Let's!" Her voice broke with a moan, warbling the sound out as her assistant handed her a fragrant envelope of notes on the plan for the decor. She leafed through the papers with one hand, keeping the other steadily working beneath the table, consistently growing the puddle on her seat of her pooling juices. At the same time, she was clamping down on her digits, desperately wishing for something more solid.

"Oh! I know just the thing!" She said, earning all the attention in the room as they awaited some idea about which proposed decor plan was best, instead, the princess stood up, wobbling on her tangled heels. With a flick of her ankle, she flung her panties to the side, letting them land onto one of the committee man's shoes. He scooped up the fabric like a fallen napkin and tucked it beside his glass, breathing into his palms after for the rich scent of her.

Then, with a quake of their water glasses, Malena heaved herself up onto the table top. She'd pushed her skirt entirely out of the way, tucking it up around her waist so her full, pinky cunt was utterly exposed, dripping onto the unmarred surface of glass beneath her. Everyone in the table couldn't help but look now, but their faces showed no shock, only awe at the intense pinky glow of her engorged, lustful cunt and the wetness leaking from her.

"What do we think about rose and cream colors for the cutlery and settings?" She asked while her heels clicked over top of the slender neck of the glass water serving bottle. Lowering into a squat, she pushed the lip of the opening to the entrance of her sex, slowly sinking down onto the smooth, slender form as her knees rose up towards her chin in a deep squatting motion right in the center of the table.

All around, advisors were passing out colored squares to sample their options for serving settings for the upcoming ball. As Malena studied one option of merlot-stained rose, she dropped herself as deep as she'd fit on the glass. "Ooooh.... Yes..." She hissed out, moaning up into the air. One hand yanked at her loose top of her bodice, groping for the skin of her breast. Nails tweaked at her nipple, just hidden behind a final ruffle before she yanked the neckline down, freely her breasts to fall out from the gown.

They started to bounce with every drop over the bottle, stretching her cunt around the glass so that someone could practically see up inside of her pussy. All the while, she oozed with lustful need, dripping out these flying droplets of her aromatic juices onto the folders and papers littering the tabletop.

Her legs started to bounce her harder, butt jiggling beneath the spill of her gown with every second while she spread her legs out wide. Her knees jutted up into the air while her cunt jutted out the air, right on display for everyone to see her spreading, flushed sex as it spread out around the slender neck of the bottle.

Her breasts began to jostle, nipples poking into the air bright and rosy, much like the shade of fabric they discussed for the napkins. "Oh...Oh..." Her breath began to come in hiccups. Her fingers, fluttering with papers, shifted down to rub over her engorged, needy clit. Her cunt was starting to swallow now just the neck, but the body of the bottle, stretching out to the maximum spread of her cunt.

"Oooh... Oooohhh!" Her voice echoed around the room, nearly covering up the sound of the chef prattling on about how rose might clash with their salmon entry but that he could switch it out for Halibut perhaps?

She bounced harder, shaking all the glass across the top of the table as she vigorously tormented her clit, rubbing faster and faster in repeating circles.

"Princess Cumslut? What do you think?"

"Now, Princess Cumslut, remember..."

Her voice started to break, moans warbling out in between her responses until she began to quiver atop the bottle. Juices squirted out from her cunt, soaking into the open lid of the bottle and oozing down its sides in rivets.

She didn't even slow as she began to cum. Her fingers just kept working and her wobbling knees kept bouncing her cunt around the glass substitute. Each breath hiccuped out from her throat broke into the air with a moan. One orgasm bled into another and another, momentarily pausing their discussion as no one could talk over her howling moans.

Finally, with a long whine, she started to slow, milking out the final moments of pleasure as her breath began to slow and steady.

A cough interrupted Malena's final sigh as she caught her breath. Instantly, she stood, straightening herself and shifting back into her chair, still with her dress spilled around her waist and her bare tits bouncing into the edge of the table.

Leaning forward, she grabbed her bottle and nodded towards her advisor. "Oh, that cough!" She smiled sweetly. "Would you like a drink of water?"