Roll over and have her work on the front

With a sigh of resignation, Stewart yields to his instincts and says, “I have a bit of tension in the front, as well. Would you mind working your magic there?”

He begins to turn over, and Lisa leans to one side, lifting her leg to allow him to lie on his back. Once situated, she returns to her straddling position, this time seated on Stewart’s crotch. He waits to see if she will comment on the erection she cannot help but feel, but she says nothing.

He looks up at her gently-smiling face as she rubs her hands over his chest, kneading his pectoral muscles with her thumbs.

“I didn’t realize Your Majesty was so muscular,” she purrs, swaying seductively as her hands do their thing. Stewart feels her crotch grinding against his, and he forces himself to remain still, instead of yielding to the instinct to push up against her snatch.

“You are very good at this,” he says, touching her upper arm and gently rubbing downward. “Is it a requirement of your job that you be skilled with multiple talents?”

Lisa smiles shyly. “I simply do what I can to be of service, Sire. The honor is all mine. There aren’t words to express what it means to me to be this close to the most powerful man in Mirantia!”

Stewart takes her hand and presses it to his lips. “Why don’t you show me, then?” He reaches his hands to her cheeks and pulls her down to his, kissing her.

Lisa shows no resistance to his advances. In fact, she seems to throw herself into this latest opportunity to serve her sovereign. She lays her full weight on Stewart and returns his kiss, opening her lips and allowing his tongue to enter and explore her mouth.

Stewart’s hands caress her back and work their way downward to her ass, finding that her short chambermaid skirt is already hiked up from straddling his waist. After squeezing her butt cheeks, he lets the fingers of his right hand slip under her panties, feeling the silky-soft flesh of her ass. His left hand moves up and in front of her, finding her right breast and squeezing it.

Lisa is now unmistakably attempting to grind her crotch against Stewart’s. With his cock trapped in the confines of his clothing, she reaches between his legs and manipulates it so it is pointing directly toward his navel. Then, positioning her panty-covered slit directly over the hard impression of his prick, she slides up and down, pleasuring herself on him.

“So this is what it means to be king,” Stewart says to himself, trying hard not to picture his father doing this very thing with her.

Lisa pulls herself away from Stewart’s lips and begins to kiss her way down his chin, neck and chest. At each nipple she pauses to kiss, lick, and gently nibble at the hard nubs. As she does so, her hands find Stewart’s belt. He feels her tugging at it as she unfastens it and the buttons beneath it.

He lifts his head to watch her continue her oral expedition down his abdomen, again pausing long enough to kiss and lick around his navel. By the time her face makes it to waist level, she has succeeded in pulling his pants down to his knees, leaving his boxers with a very prominent tent poking up in their center.

Lisa teasingly kisses all over Stewart’s boxers, except the area over his erection. As he moans, she moves down to his legs. Her hands continue to pull at his pants, freeing one leg and then the other. All the while, she kisses, sucks and nibbles along his inner thighs, driving him nearly mad with desire.

At last, freed of all clothing except his boxers, Lisa places a hand over his bulge and looks up at him from between his legs and grins naughtily. She is still fully clothed.