King Frederick I
Copyright© 2019 by jamesbreitbart
Chapter 4
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 4 - In an alternate history of Britain, the son of Princess Charlotte of Wales becomes King upon the death of George IV in 1830. Partially orphaned by the death of his mother and intentionally separated from his foreign father, King Frederick I is primarily influenced by the unconventional ideas of his nurse. Unlike the conservative backlash experienced in our timeline, Britain is about to enter a new age of sexual liberation.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Heterosexual Fiction Historical Steampunk Alternate History Sharing Group Sex Harem Exhibitionism First Petting Pregnancy Nudism Politics Royalty
King Frederick of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland 2 January, 1832
I could not help fancying that the cheers of the people as we departed London sounded rather more heartfelt than they had upon my arrival 19 months previously. Nevertheless, I had determined to spend as little time in the capital as possible, and intended to return to Brighton at the conclusion of this tour.
As soon as we had traveled far enough outside the capital to be assured that there were no assassins lurking in ambush, Billy and I disembarked from the carriage and took the mounts of two dragoons. It was snowing lightly, but the brisk riding mostly made up for the cold. Nevertheless, we were slightly chilled by the time we arrived at Windsor, so I ordered a bath drawn and a glass of port brought up.
I had already gotten in the bath when the girl came up with the port.
“Beg pardon, sire” she set the port down and averted her eyes.
“No matter, you’re hardly the first to see me bathing. Before Grandfather died we always took our baths in the sea at Brighton.”
She looked back up, evidently I had piqued her curiousity.
“You must have been quite popular with the girls in Brighton, sire.”
“I should say so, at the risk of being immodest.”
“You’re a sight better formed than the lads ‘round here, I’m sure of that.”
“Do you want to know my secret?”
“Oh, yes...”
“Vigourous exercise, avoiding shoes and confining clothes, and gratifying my lusts at least once a day.”
“Gratifying your lusts?”
“Yes, you see retaining emissions irritates the nerves and...”
“Perhaps I could help you...”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
She pulled up her skirts for me as I stood up out of the bath. I pressed her against the wall, pulled down the last set of undergarments, and wrapped one leg around my naked body. I entered her readily, finding no sign of a maidenhead.
“I’m not your first...” I remarked.
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