You try to fight it

You try to resist, but images of her perfect pussy fill your imagination. You can smell it's sweetness, taste it's perfect tautness, and your hand jerks your cock harder with every millisecond of resistance until you say, "Yes, Queen Miranda, I always wish to serve the royal pussy!"

Miranda puts her hand to her mouth and giggles in that way that you've found cute since you were in kindergarten together. She says, "Later. Right now I want to get used to this Queen of the World thing. I think I'll start by taking a tour of the royal palace. Stay close in case I need a quick fix of your terrific tongue."

The Queen rises from the royal throne and you move from in front of it to get out of her way. She strides forward as the men who were her knights, now looking like muscular Secret Service agents in their dark suits, move into place on either side of her. You stand and follow her along with a group of her advisers.

The view from behind is magnificent. He short business skirt hugs her perfect ass tightly. She runs a hand through her long, jet black hair and the lawyer standing next to you whimpers a little. Every man she passes goes numb at the sight of her, though they all recover quickly and bow before her majesty.

Queen Miranda whispers something into the ear of one of her bodyguards and he points to a door far down the hallway. When the group gets there she opens the door and says, "Yes, this room has exactly what I was looking for!"