The demur Princess

"Oh, Lord Almighty, don't stop riding me." Randy's hands settled on Miss Marlton's hips and he rocked his pelvis in time to her gentle swaying. "I want you just like this!" There was something profoundly exciting about the way Miss Charlotte was riding him, could it be that only three hours ago she had been as chaste as one of those fairy tale princesses in her story?

"Is this what you like Mr. Fuller?" The bewitching beauty teased him, as she rocked forward at a slightly faster pace. "Am I giving you everything you want, or could I be even better?" She lifted the camisole slightly exposing her taught belly as it rolled with the motion of her hips and Randy couldn't help but stare at the divot of her navel as it danced seductively. Lady Marlton's flesh was as pale and smooth as he remembered and he wanted to see more of it.

"Take this off." He urged, "I want to see your lovely breasts too."

"Oh must I?" Miss Charlotte seemed uncharacteristically modest for a woman who he had gone out of her way to seduce him into this bed, it was only when she continued speaking that he understood she was still playing the role of the Welsh princess, "I've done as you've demanded: stroked you with my hands, licked and sucked on your manhood, and even ..." she lifted herself high and then sank all the way back onto his cock "... willingly surrendered my maidenhead." Her arms wrapped shyly around her chest "Must I also be completely naked?"

"That's right your Highness," Randy willingly fell into Percival's role. "I defeated three knights in combat for this prize, you are mine to enjoy as I like." The idea of having this demur maiden to use as he wished was wildly arousing and he used the tone of command he had developed at sea to repeat the order.

"Take this off now." He demanded. "Show me those lovely royal tits." Charlotte was startled by the strength and confidence of the command, she was not used to men ordering her around like a servant, and certainly not requiring her to disrobe. He had already seen her breasts (and so much more) and she was even now riding his cock like a whore, but even so she felt unable to defy him. As she shyly lifted the silk camisole up and over her head she wondered what she would have done if he had commanded her to undress when he first captured her.

Her pace of f-fucking, she stumbled over the word even in her own mind but **** herself to use it again, her pace of fucking picked up as she felt his hands climbing her torso to cup her tits. She groaned softly as his strong hands gently squeezed her breasts and thumbed the puckered nipples that peaked them sending waves of pleasure down her spine to the tips of her toes. She imagined what it would be like to disrobe without a struggle at his command. He was an outlaw, a commoner but she could feel her excitement growing as she submitted to his desires, why had no other man been so firm with her before?

It wasn't the whole story, none of her suitors had the presence and the charisma of this highwayman, none of them had what she needed. 'Oh Lord, what is happening to me?' The unspoken question was lost in a powerful orgasm that rocked her body and she collapsed onto Mr. Fuller's chest as his arms wrapped tightly around her.