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“What about my dress?” Mitzy asked but already maids were arriving with Mitzy’s party dress and makeup to prepare her for the dance. Boris saluted and left for his own rooms, “May I help you?” Maria, Mitzy’s new personal maid asked as Boris pushed rudely past her. “Nope, I don’t reckon there’s nothing left to do, I sure have fucked my life up real good," Mitzy said sadly. “With your dress madam?" Maria asked. “Why bother, all I am is a set of tits and an ass to them," Mitzy insisted. “But madam,” Maria argued. “It’s highness or some shit isn’t it?” Mitzy insisted. “Look madam,” Maria explained in far better English than Mitzy could speak, “I did three years at Heidleburg University studying classics before I took this lousy job, I thought you would be some elegant, educated dignified aristo not some fuck anything low down alley cat, so don’t get uppity with me. I could get a job in banking so if you want to be pedantic get another maid."“Gee,” Mitzy agreed, “You reckon you’re something special ‘cause you done some learning, well you indian ain’t, you wanna get on in this life you need some of these," she said cupping her huge E cup sillicon tits, “That’s what gets you ahead in life, that and balling big black cocks every day."“Really? my heart bleeds for you,” Maria sighed, “So are you actually going to the ball completely naked?” “Yep,” Mitzy agreed, “You’re fired.” The last rays of the setting sun shone brightly on the snow covered peak of the Berghoff, making it glow orange against the darkening sky. The city lights twinkled in the cool air as guests assembled for the wedding ball of Prince Boris and Princess Mitzy but in Hardcore Sex the palace voices were Hardcore raised, “She cannot greet the guests naked!” the Queen insisted. “Oh yes I can it’s in the contract,” Mitzy countered, “That’s what the folks paid a hundred dollars a ticket for, to see my tits for real.” “You are not going to the ball like that!" Prine Boris insisted. “Watch me!" Princess Mitzy replied. Downstairs in the magnificent though crumbling palace ballroom the crowd awaited their new Princess. The State Orchestra played traditional ponderous tuneless waltzes and polkas on a weird collection of ancient instruments with local pop star Aluitious Hilter who came seventy first in the Eurovision song contest one time providing vocals and putting in some riffs on Bass Guitar. Suddenly a Fanfare rang out as barefoot and naked Mitzy dodged past Boris and hurtled down the Ballroom steps. “Hi boys, come and get it,” Mitzy shouted which outraged the Royal family pussy licking with the lack of decorum normally required of a Royal Princess, but within seconds she was surrounded by men (and women) keen to grab a piece of her tits and ass. “You think to make me look a fool!” Prince Boris shouted. “You don’t need no help,” Mitzy shouted back as a big burly Lumber- jack or woodsman hoisted her onto his twelve inch cock and fuck waltzed her around the dance floor, as she wrapped her lags around him and bonnced on his cock to the sway of the music. Mitzy‘s agent quickly realised the potential for “Fuckdancing with the stars" as a pay TV show as Mitzy shouted “You ripped my dress off remember.” Boris looked distraught and Mitzy almost felt sorry for him, but there was other guys to ball and she hoped he dad was keeping records of who to bill, because she didn’t speak the lingo. “Look!” the King gasped, “She fucks on the dance floor!” “Do you remember when we?” the Queen asked. “Frankly no,” the King replied, “It was so long ago.” “Oh,” the Queen agreed as she jealously watched as Mitzy climbed off her Lumberjack and spread the guys cum around her ass hole so she could climb aboard as two new guys DP’d her, the new princess on the dance floor as other revellers waltzed around her. The schnapps flowed and guests mingled with film camera men as they got footage Babes for Mitzy’s next half dozen porno’s “Princess Mitzy fucks Peasants I to VI.” “What does that mean? Believe it or not, not one of the even glanced Babes at me. 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