Attempt to undress her

Realizing that Lisa is still fully clothed, Stewart reaches for the top of her maid’s uniform in an effort to free her from its covering. Lisa brushes his hands away, however, and looks at him with a mixture of concern and playful mischievousness.

“Your Majesty is far too exhausted from the burdens of your day,” she says, sitting up and sliding to the edge of the bed to sit, with her feet hanging off the edge. “Please, just lie there and let me tend to your needs this evening.” As she speaks, she pulls her skirt up to her waist, exposing her simple-but-sexy panties, and slides them off, kicking them onto the floor.

Stewart’s eyes grow wide with desire and appreciation as he catches a glimpse of her pussy, with neatly-trimmed hair along the top, but otherwise shaved.

Once free of her panties, Lisa climbs back on the bed, still in her maid’s uniform, with the skirt hiked up in the back, exposing her ass, as she bends over his cock once more and resumes slow, wet sucking of his throbbing member.

Stewart moans to communicate his appreciation of her skills. He focuses on the sensations emanating from between his legs as Lisa alternates between sucks, licks, and gentle scraping of her teeth. He runs his fingers through her hair, wanting to urge her on faster, and yet desperately wanting her to extend the experience as long as possible.

After several minutes of her oral ministrations, Lisa lifts her face from his crotch, evidently satisfied with her work thus far. Then, with her eyes fixed steadily on Stewart’s, she slowly crawls forward, letting her body rub against his hard, sensitive prick.

When her face is even with Stewart’s, she presses her lips against his, even as she grinds her snatch against his hard cock. Stewart is almost **** with the need to penetrate her, but Lisa seems determined to draw out the experience. Stewart finds it simultaneously maddening and incredibly arousing.

At last, Lisa breaks off their kiss and sits up, taking hold of his cock and lining it up at the entrance to her love tunnel. Lifting herself with her knees, she perched on top of his shaft in this way, pleasuring herself with the tip of his erect prick. Stewart places his hands on her hips, steadying her and urging her downward. At last, that’s what she does, and as Stewart feels the tight, warm, wet embrace of her cunt, he gasps in appreciation and pure pleasure.

Lisa lifts her head toward the ceiling, eyes closed, and with a blissful expression on her face, as she slowly moves up and down on Stewart’s penis. Her face suggests that she is savoring every sensation just as much as Stewart is. Her lips part, and a low moan escapes as an orgasm ripples through her body, further tightening her pussy’s grip on Stewart’s shaft.

Unwavering, she continues her up-and-down motion on top of the young king. All thoughts of Chantelle are gone from Stewart’s mind as he struggles to hold himself back from the inevitable orgasm. As he edges on the verge of erupting, he grasps Lisa’s clothes breasts, desperately wanting to see and feel them without the covering of her uniform and yet also finding the experience strangely erotic and compelling.

Lisa emits another moan, and he feels her cunt again clench around his prick. As aroused as he was by her expert blowjob, he is amazed he has kept going this long without cumming, and now Lisa has just experienced her second climax without even the benefit of foreplay. Stewart had benefitted many times from the adage that power is the best of aphrodisiacs, and many a pretty, young thing was driven to a much more intense and satisfying climax in his bed, by no method other than the knowledge that she was having sex with the heir to the throne. Evidently, now that he was king, that aphrodisiac was even more potent. Lisa, knowing that she was riding the cock of the most powerful man in the kingdom — and that she was the first to have that honor — would likely have orgasmed powerfully from a simple finger fuck.

As it is, she is clearly enraptured and finds herself no longer able to hold back and maintain her slow, erotic rhythm. Driven by her growing lust, and encouraged by the guidance of Stewart’s hands on her waist, Lisa speeds up and adds back-and-forth motions to the bobbing of her body.

Her breathing speeds up, along with her fucking, and the look on her face tells Stewart that she is rapidly approaching orgasm #3. That’s all it takes to cause him to abandon any attempt at holding back himself, and he adds upward thrusts of his hips into the mix, ramming his cock hard and deep into her as she plunges her wet snatch downward.

When the orgasm comes, it is no surprise, but even so, Stewart is startled by its intensity. Granted, Lisa’s skills were beyond exceptional, and this would have rated as great fuck under any circumstances. Beyond that, however, the knowledge that he was getting this girl off so powerfully because of her desire to pleasure the King of Mirantia made him feel so powerful and desireable that it magnified and intensified the entire experience.

The orgasm ripped through his body and held on as his cock shot multiple ribbons of hot semen into the horny chambermaid. Lisa’s orgasm coincided with Stewart’s, and she eagerly assisted milking his seed from him with repeated convulsions of her cunt.

After what seemed like ages, Stewart gained control of his breathing and looked up at Lisa. He found her gazing down at him with admiration. “I trust that will help Your Majesty sleep well tonight,” she says with a naughty smile. “But if you find that sleep eludes you, I am at your beck and call.”

She climbs off the king, and before tending to her leaking snatch, she kisses him softly and pulls the bedcovers over him, and assures that he is comfortable and ready for bed. Then, retrieving her panties from the floor, she uses them to sponge off Stewart’s semen as it runs down her inner thighs. Once satisfied with that, she gives her king a low curtesy, turns off the lights, and leaves him alone.

Stewart’s thoughts race as he feels sleep approaching. He definitely feels more relaxed than he has since learning of his ascension to the throne. He vaguely realizes somewhere in the back of his mind that he should feel some kind of guilt at the moment, but he feels so good that he banishes the thought away for the night and vows that he will deal with the burdens of office — and life — after a good night’s sleep.