Catherine's Girl

"I rule, but you may be my Princess—a contraction of Prince and Francis. Simply subjugate yourself to me: your heart, your soul, your body, and your will. Understand?"

I hugged her hips and pressed my face back into her haven. "Yes, Your Majesty!" I declared, loud enough for her to hear me through the muffling effect of her thighs. My soaring emotions pushed tears through my eyes. My cock throbbed for relief.

"Unhook my stockings."

My hands trembled while I detached her garters. So close to paradise!

After I finished, she turned her back to me and wiggled out of her black girdle, holding down the skirt of her dress to forbid me a free show. Stepping from her girdle, she faced me again, cupped her hands behind my neck to pull my head toward her, and rubbed my nose up and down her mons veneris. "Are you hungry?"

"For you."

Her left hand gripped the back of my head, and her right lifted her dress. Moisture glistened on her hair, and I licked it away, teasing her major labia with sweeping passes. Gently separating them, I kissed her swollen clitoris, sucking and licking her into moans and spasms. She stepped over my shoulders, one at a time, to squeeze every ounce of ecstasy she could drain from her orgasms.

While she subsided from her final climax, I cleaned her thoroughly with my tongue. She patted me on the head. "Was it good for you, too, Princess?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Was anything missing?"

"You are perfection. Nothing was missing."

"I enjoy making you lie, Princess. If you're dishonest for me, how else can I corrupt you? Turn around." Moments later, she said, "You may look now."

I caught a glimpse of her last shimmy to wiggle back into her girdle. "Put my necklace on me, Princess. I can't clasp it with my gloves on."

I picked up the necklace and stood behind Mrs. Roman. My unrequited cock reached for her ass, but I knew she'd banish me from paradise if I tried to satisfy myself. I reached the necklace around her from arm's length.