Rushing from the ballroom, i throw caution to the wind. "I can't leave it there Button's" i say, panting heavily, breasts squeezed tightly within the bodice of my dress. "But it's nearly time m'lady" "I know ffs!!" I snap. "This is not the time to recite the words of the fairy godmother back to me. Go and get the carraige and meet me outside, i'll be there. Five minute's". Begrudingley my trusty companion makes off to prepare the horses in record time.
Gathering my thoughts i run, as well as glass slipper's permit, to meet my prince.
Throwing open the doors to the bed chamber, i am somewhat taken aback by the sight that greets me. A warm glow from the open fire, flickering light across the lavish, grand room. I see my intended. Lying on his back, beckoning me forwards towards his most magnificant naked body. Gone are the thoughts of trying to behave as a visiting lady to the court should, as i make my way to the edge of the enormous four poster. I gather my tousled locks up into my hands and scrunch them up into a sexy wanton, almost gypsy girl like pose. He grabs me, pulling our torso's together. Kissing my neck and running his hands down my sides, whilst increasing his grip of intense sexual pressure built up between us. I gasp, yet offer no resistance. I feel his hands grip the back of my bodice and with one fell swoop, he rips the ribbons apart. Releasing me from my bondage and enabling him access. I reach down to his manhood, like the room 'bloody enormous'. Gulp! A slight panic makes me quivver, then shear lust takes over again. wanking the Royal mace, long satin gloves still in place. My regal fuck buddy moans and throws his head back. I see my chance and slip off the end of the bed, sliding down, running my tongue from mouth to chest and from belly to crotch. I'm almost drooling as i slip my lips around his shaft, cupping his orbs in one hand whilst wanking him slowly up and down with the other and with my mouth. He shudder's and lets out heavy, heavy breaths. This only eggs me on, more and more. Running my tongue around his helmet and up and down the length of his manhood, ocassionally mouthing his balls, heaven. I feel his thigh's start to lock out and sense by his more urgent long thrusts, making me almost gag with there depth. He places his hands at the back of my head, forcing his meat further and further down my throat. I'm gagging, wondering if at anytime he is actually going to let me catch my breath. But as i think i can take no more, i feel an immense twitching followed by a tsunami torrent of cum hit the back of my throat.
As we lay there, i see my well endowed one's attention focus towards the window at our side. "Do you hear that he say's"? I concentrate, trying not to make a sound. Then i hear it "yes" i say "i hear a sort of, tapping noise" The prince goes for his robe "thats what i heard" he say's. He makes his way over to the window, looking down to the gravel below. It's at this moment i look at the clock on the mantle and see 1 o clock, 'SHIT'!!
With a bemused look on his face, my prince turns to me and says "Do you know someone in a brown austin allegro, cos he's chucking stones up at my window and calling your name".
Buttons, you fuckwit!!!!!
