"I hope I am not interrupting your studies, my lord." Priscilla purrs as she enters the room.
You take a moment to gaze at her form, and enjoy the sight of her chocolate brown body without the trappings of a winter-cloak. You can see that she has since changed clothes, and has replaced the leopard skin leotard with a rather lewd bikini and gauze combination. The silken material mystifies and tempts you, hugging close along the arms and waist, but flaring out along the hips to emphasize her legs and tight ass. Her breasts are barely contained by lengths of golden fabric, and it looks like it would require only a single tug, like opening a ribbon clad present, for her entire ensemble to be dropped from her body.
noticing your longing looks at her body, she continues;
"I see my lord is somewhat taken aback by my appearance? I found the castle here is adequately heated for me to wear some of my more...suggestive pieces."
At which point she walks towards your desk, sashaying her hips from side to side, and letting one arm idly wander over her chest and midriff.
The appearance of the lady has a definite effect on you, and you feel a tightening in your loins as Stacy bobs her head up and down your cock under the table. The prospect of the lady finding out only makes you more excited, and you feel a surge of pleasure with each step she takes towards you, and potentially discovering the servant girl's "Services".
"I-I was just looking over some trade papers..." you announce in a non-too-convincingly manner. The ebony skinned temptress smirks as she slides alongside the table, and cocks a leg to rest her rump upon it.
So close she senses your mounting pleasure, and taking your hand rests it on her thigh. The tone of her skin so dark compared to that of your own, you think of it as something like cream being poured onto hot chocolate.
"Oh I'm sure you've been getting...I mean doing a thorough examination, of all.."
Leaning in to rest a hand on your cheek, she whispers into your ear;
"Papers."
You feel your heart beating in your chest as she pulls away. Remaining seated on the table, she turns her body towards you, and you slide your hand further along her thigh. Her perfume is intoxicating, and you gasp as you feel your lips suddenly locked with hers.
A deep tender kiss, full of exotic tongue flicks and wild lip moving, she embraces you with the speed of a cheetah, dashing in and out of your mouth so quickly it takes your breath away. The sensation proves all too much, and you moan into her mouth as, holding firmly onto Stacy's head under the table, cum furiously down her waiting mouth and throat. "fuck-" you groan in the kiss, as you pump your seed again and again until your balls hurt under the milking.
Stacy continues to suck on your cock head, as the lady gently bites your lower lip, and stares at you with her dazzling eyes.
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