"My words carry the of law."

"Of course you do," George says sternly. "As your monarch, my words carry the **** of law."

"Ohmigod, I didn't think about that," Megan says, turning slightly pale. "I...if I don't do that, could I be arrested??"

"Of course. You'd be breaking the law," George says with a little smile. He strokes himself, feeling himself growing harder as he looks down at Megan's wide-eyed, concerned face. "So? Will you do it?"

"Yes, Majesty. I don't want to go to jail!" Megan crawls between his knees and sits up, face ****. Taking his cock in her hand, she grimaces slightly, then wraps her lips around its head. George groans as the warm, wet sheath of her mouth envelops his prick. She starts tentatively bobbing up and down on it, one hand stroking his shaft as she does so.

"Ah, yes," George mutters. "That's the stuff. You've done this before?" Megan blushes and nods, still sucking on the end of his shaft. "Yes, I remember saying you were sexually active when you began here. You're not a virgin, then?" Megan shakes her head, blushing harder. "Shame. Ah, well."

For a few moments, he just sits back and lets her suck him, enjoying the feeling of slowly filling her mouth as he stiffens to full hardness. Megan clearly isn't very experienced, but she's putting some effort in despite her obvious ****. George groans as he threads his fingers through her hair. "Good girl."

A few minutes later, he's fully hard and getting restless. As Megan begins licking his shaft like an ice cream cone, he sighs and holds up a hand to stop her. Megan sits back on her heels, looking worried.

"What is it your Majesty? Did I do something wrong?"