Episode 25: MI ArMORE!!!

Medieval Times! Chicago version! Here all kNIGHT!

Lonnie Turner felt nauseous at the thought of his daughter’s awkward abandonment. What was she thinking? As she hugged her father goodbye, he felt her sneaky little hand pinch his erection beneath the draping tablecloth. Yep! Up to no good.

As the manager of Medieval Times Maid Rachel escorted her through the crowd Paige spotted what she referred to as the evil barbarian hordes winking at her. Vile but oh, so, alluring scaliWAG tongues licking the air to which she returned their favors. So much fun. Rachel had no clue how much the darling redhead was encouraging her restraunTEASE.

All she knew was the ginger was incapable of hiding her tight little tushy thanks to her skirt scarves being depleted in giving them out to the knights circling the arena. In guiding Paige, she could not see her bare bottom, and no one was warning her. Lusty bastards ALL! Thankfully, young children were more captivated by the knights and the bugles sounding. Paige often looking so very young herself had men eating out of her thigh gap. KIDS! I SWEAR!

Taking Paige downstairs below the dining area they traveled a hallway that led to a costume department. It was directly next to the men’s changing room. Seeing signs of designation Paige bit her lower lip with enthusiasm. “I SEe MEN!” She snickered! Hopefully! The adorable little minx!

“Right through here, Sweetheart. I’ll have out tailor Tristin fix you right up.” Guiding her inside Rachel located the portly elder man who reminded her of Danny DeVito smoking where he shouldn’t be. Namely not in the building. A staple here at Medieval Times there was no firing him he was too close to retirement.

Scolding him Tristin stomped on his cigarette putting it out. Hearing of Paige’s dilemma, he motioned her to step behind a fancy room divider to undress. Eying the torn away tufts that Paige had set on a table he grimaced at Rachel. Hands in the air exposing defeated the manager spoke out. “I’ll be back to get you, Sweetie. I’m going to find Miss Trudeau and remove her from the premises for what she did to you.”

“Nooooooooooo!” As she often whined Paige leered around the divider showing off her bare shoulder as she handed the dress to Tristin. At his angle he saw her entire backside from a sideways position. WOOF! Old man woody!

“Please don’t fire her. She was just jealous of me and Sir Todd.” She knew it should have been Sir Todd and I. She just enjoyed playing naïve.

“I’ll have a talk with her. If she can apologize to you, I won’t fire her. Deal?”

“Deal!” Paige fidgeted slightly. “It’s really nipply down here.” Chicago chill factor below ground.

“I’ll get you a robe.” Tristin waved Rachel out and walked her to the door. The old fart was palming his erection behind her back until he could close the door and lock it. Once he heard the click Tristin Belforth expressed a demonic grin. Obviously, he was employed by Morgan Le Play--er-- Fey!

Moving to his wardrobe rack he perused selections until finding a silky pink robe for her. Smirking over the fact it was the shortest robe he could find, one without a sash. Of course, at 4’10 and a half, the hemline would droop tragically low on Paige. Just his luck! Dirty old man! Holding it up for her with both hands he refused to turn away. “Allow me!”

“Okay!” She stepped right out from behind her hiding spot and walked right up to him, butt ass naked outside of her shoes. Seeing his face exhibit lust, she couldn’t resist playing into it as she covered only her nipples with her palms but left her lower body completely exposed. With the garment held high he could see that fiery red arrow of pubic hair pointing directly at her vagina. In her case she could see his stiffy pushing out his trousers. Yay! “I don’t think I can reach the sleeves Sir Tristin.”

“May I enquire as to how old you are?” He held off lowering it.

“Fourteen!” She beguiled him with a naive dance twist.

“Oh, Dear God!” He turned pale and handed her the robe. “Forgive me Child.”

“I’m joking! I’m eighteen. Do you think they would hire me as a jester?”

“Eighteen! Much better! Don’t give me a heart attack like that.”

“You don’t have to cover up your thoughts. I know you wish I was fourteen.” She took the robe but held it out to her sides letting him see her naked body. “I’m not shy. I only act like I am.”

Sweating bullets Tristin crouched down in front of her and admired her cute factor. Arching her posture she voluntarily shuffled closer until her perky little titties were right in his face. Exhaling on them she giggled then dropped the robe to the floor and threw her arms around his scalp. Smothering his face with her breasts she heard him whimper. No words merely tender kisses to her flesh. “Do you want me to be fourteen, Sir Tristin?” She whispered!

“Yeeeesh!” His mumbles heard she felt his hands rise around her to squeeze her butt cheeks. “Forgive my weakness.”

“I’m the princess here. You should be weak before me. Now kiss my feet.” Unable to resist Tristin released his grip and eased back to double over and remove each of her pumps in order to kiss her toes. Job accomplished he sat back on his legs and admired her beauty. “That’s a good servant. Now kiss me here, here, and here.” Clit! Nipple! Nipple! Tristin Belforth came in his pants at the offer. Quickly he kissed her clitoris then moved from areola to areola. Once done he bowed before her. Paige loved how much he swooned at her commands. “Stay there!” Walking around him she sat down on his sloped her body and laid back atop of him. A swift masturbation she had a kiddy like orgasm in under four minutes. Tristin in his slumped over stature felt her juices trickling down into his plumber’s crack. He needed to fix that leak.

“That was fun sitting on the throne. You can fix my dress now.” Hopping off, Paige put on that robe just in case Rachel came back. “Thank you, Sir Tristin.”

“Thank you, Princess! I live to serve.” He stood up slowly and smiled. “Let me get a look at what I need. Have a seat My Dear.” As the old man set about examining her dress he grumbled at her sewing technique. “Not much of a dress here.”

“I designed it to look like a bunch of handkerchiefs. I wanted to be the ultimate Damsel.”

“That you are.” He winked at her as her cleavage splits at the top of her robe due to her decision to sway her arms nervously. Catching herself she feigned a blush then fanned the pink robe wide to share her full-frontal exposure.

“I’m still nakie under here.” She tilted her gaze shyly. “Don’t accidently poke yourself with a needle.”

“Quite daring you are, My Princess.”

“Very daring.” She danced up and down on her toes. Her shoes on the floor where he left them were kicked behind the divider. “I like teasing, Sir Todd. I can’t wait to peel him out of his armor.”

“I’m quite sure he appreciates your sneaky exhibitions, my Dear. This stitching might take some time. You can take a seat over there behind me if you like.”

“Okay! The barbarian horde out there all want to fuck me.” She softly exhaled! “I might have to do it to save my kingdom.” Dancing away from him Tristin looked over his shoulder to see the silky fabric of the robe go almost transparent in his lighting. Teeth gnashed the man found his penis long overdue of activity. Even without touching himself and having a mild nut, actual sex, the touch of a woman, well, it had been a while.

Positioning a small circular mirror for spying behind him he began threading tufts to the back of her dress. It wouldn’t be long before he realized the front was missing too much as well. Unaccounted for he would get even harder.

Bored by waiting Paige noticed a curtain to the far end of Tristin’s shop ruffle a bit. A barely audible jingle caught her ear. Eyes wide she smiled. Hiding behind the curtain stood a certain Jester. In ways Niles reminded her of Mister Frank’s nephew Robin. Sneaky but cute. Acknowledging him with a flutter of her fingers she fanned her robe open playfully. Showing off one tit then the other.

The curtain ruffling further she saw the Jester’s pants fall to his curled shoes. She fought laughter. Nibbling her lower lip Paige eyed Tristin, realizing he had a mirror posed at her to sneak peeks. Her hormones went crazy knowing both of them were spying on her. She would play naïve, something she was quite fond of. Propping her right leg over the recliner arm she opened her robe for a full exposure, perfectly angled to let both men enjoy themselves. Teasing Niles with a lifted breast she licked her nipple. Fingers rubbing at her clit.

“FUCK!” Tristin stabbed his finger with a needle.

Paige quickly straightened up her robe in case he turned around, not that she needed to, it was merely instinct. She knew very well that she had been the cause of his wound. She did warn him! Let him believe she had no idea he was a peeping tom thumb.

As he sucked his finger of blood he dried his finger on his slacks. Returning to his sewing she grew bolder for Niles That robe was coming off. Lying there she taunted Jester Niles further, prying her pussy lips wide to offer a juicy tunnel of lust. Seeing the curtain dance she was pretty sure he was jerking off. A vivid smile she blew him a kiss. In touching herself she eyed Tristin with an evil grin.

Fingers entering her pussy for a steady entrance, exit, entrance, departure Paige couldn’t avoid thin moans. The old man faked his sewing movements just to watch her finger herself. He dearly wanted to jerk off over this adorable ginger. It wasn’t often, okay never, that a sweet young girl masturbated in front of him twice let alone on top of him. Before he could not see her do it, only reap the benefits.

A round of trumpets sounded forcing Tristin to lift his gaze.

“The first show is over.” He sighed! “The actors will be coming down to shower.”

“Right next door?” Paige softly asked, not bothering to cover herself this time. Fingers still frolicking within at a vigorous pace.

“Yep! Nobody should bother us. I’ll lock the door just in case.” Although he had locked it earlier, she had not witnessed it. Taking a short stroll without looking at her, he feigned locking up one door then began to head behind the curtains for the secondary door. This one leading directly into the locker room showers. This was the door that Niles had snuck in through. The boy seeing Tristin on his way hid behind a cabinet.

“Sir Tristin?” She halted him. Deciding to turn he found her standing right behind him, her robe closed. “Can we leave that door unlocked?” He discovered her lustful gaze could make an old man stupid.

“Of course, My Princess!”

“And wide open?” She held a beguiling chin to her left shoulder.

“If you wish.”

Swallowing harshly, he opened the door and kicked a rubber chock under it for support. He even tied the curtains wide so that they would not obstruct the view into his chamber. Returning to his alterations he watched her curiosity grow. Nibbling a fingernail, she let her robe filter open. Growling at the tightness in his underwear Tristin dedicated his mind to finishing the job at hand before Rachel would inevitably ruin their fun.

Niles the Jester came out of hiding and followed suit, his curled grip delightfully destroying his seven-inch pecker. Paige had now taken a walk toward him seductively, still nibbling her nail. Reaching his concealed area, she looked around to see him jacking off feverishly. Nerves killing him. With a whisper she shattered his fears.

“I think the Jester wants to fuck me.”

Nodding without waver Niles agreed. Haunted by her flirtations he stroked like a mad man. His tiny bells jingling made Niles clench his teeth. By now Tristin knew something was up. He ignored it in hopes to see more of this luscious little redhead in his mirror.

Approaching his brewing nut Niles hesitated, hearing the Knights returning from battle and shedding armor. Boasting of swordsmanship, she heard Todd and danced in step. Leaving Niles with a kiss to his crown out of excitability she hid behind the chocked door to witness the men stripping down. There was Sir Todd in all of his magnificence. The man was built like a linebacker. Paige played with her pussy behind the door. Niles jerked! Tristin pricked his finger a second time. GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!

Inspiration prompted Paige to remove her robe and bundle it for a toss. Awaiting Todd to pass by nude toward the showers she threw it at his feet. Nearly stepping on it Todd knelt to pick it up. Eying the door he spotted Paige between the hinges, waving at him with damp fingers. Eyes wide, Todd stood up and faced her, stroking his cock smugly. Seeing him, other disrobed Knights teased him over it until they too discovered Paige. A gathering of testosterone led to Todd curling a finger to lure her inside the locker room. The Knights verbally expelling their disbelief quickly got naked to join in polishing their javelins.

“Hi.” She stood shyly in the doorway. “Is this where the damsels are distressed?”

“Kneel!” Todd pointed at his feet boldly.

“Yes, Sire.” She shuffled forth with her hands held behind her back until she dropped carefully to her knees, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Holy Fuck, Faulkner. Who is this?” A Knight expressed his jitters.

“Servant girl. We all need a little service, don’t we? That was a long grueling war.”

Before they could huff any approvals or declaration of stupid moves, they heard a loud snarl. Within the fitting room Niles had shot his load. Three Knights took it upon themselves to investigate. Discovering Niles, they roughly escorted him into the locker room, pants dragging beneath him.