The recurrent "I'm queen" setting, and one of the Young Republicans of my high school."Who is your choice tonight, Your Majesty?" the servant asked. I considered; who would be the most fun? I had something special in mind.
"John, and please tell him to wait in the blue room."
"Yes, right away, ma'am," as she hurried away. A few minutes later, after having made a few preparations, I dropped by the blue room. John was there, dressed in the businessman clothes he looks attractive in: loose dark pants, white shirt, and subdued tie. He was also kneeling in front of the chair I usually sit in. There's a significance to the blue room that John is familiar with, he being the most willing and able participant in it.
I sat down in the armchair, flipped up my skirt, put one leg over the chair's arm and pushed my crotch forward to the edge of the chair. "John, you get to undo the little ties on these crotchless panties. I'll even let you use your hands this time. It's too much trouble to take them off entirely."
"Mistress, I'm grateful that you allow me this much of your valuable time." He undid the fastenings, separated the sides of the panties, pushed his glasses up on top of his head, and began to skillfully eat me out, running his tongue along my cunt's opening, over my lips, licking my clit with just the right pressure until I grab his head and bring it in tight to my crotch to drench his face in my juices.
After a short rest, I swing my leg over John's head and stand up, letting the skirt fall down. John is kneeling still, but I tell him to get up, undress, and wipe his face a bit. He does, folding his clothes neatly and apparently without notice of his erection, and then kneels in front of me again. I run the toe of one soft slipper down the bottom of his cock, then command him to lie down on his back on the floor. He follows instructions, and I straddle him, pretending a few times that I'm going to sink down onto his cock, but teasingly pulling away a few times before I finally do. I hold his hips still as I move up and down -- I'm doing the fucking here! I come again, and the spasms my muscles go into trigger his climax, and we both relax together on the rug, ending the playacting.
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