“To come on Daddy’s face. To fill his mouth with your juices so he can drink from your fountain of youth? So he can taste your sweet nectar, your honey, your untouched liquids, and drink them down like the youthful elixir that they are?”“Yes, Daddy,” I agree, realizing he’s better at this talking stuff than I am. I couldn’t say much even if I wanted too, my stomach tightening and I feel an intense tsunami forming that needs to unleash…soon.The room starts to spin and I lose a sense of time and place as his head shakes back and forth rapidly, his tongue polishing my clit like a windshield wiper on the high-speed setting.My hands grip his hair hard and I press my hips up into his face.“Your little pussy loves it when Daddy gives it a bath…with his tongue.”“Yes, Daddy,” I cry out. “I’m close,” I whimper, as his tongue changes direction, moving vertically through my slit, opening me before the tip dives in deep.My eyes roll back in my head.“Spread your legs wider, baby girl,” he co

“ARTHUR!” The king bellowed from his throne. “Where are you.”“Yes, your highness?” I said as I ran into the throne room, a little out of breath.“I need not remind you that we are having guests over from our neighboring regions tonight.”“Yes, your majesty.”“Now, I understand that we have been short staffed lately and I am working to correct that for you. But I do hope that you can make sure tonight will procced with no complication?”“You can count on me, sir.” I said.“That’s what I like to hear, now run along. You have much to do.”“Yes, sir.” I bowed and turned towards the large entryway doors.“Oh, and Arthur?”“Yes, your highness.” I turned around once more.“The princess’ handmaiden has fallen ill. I expect you will be able to fill her duties tonight.“Of course, sir.”“Good man, now go.” He said, shooing me away.“As you wish,” I said and walked back out the doors.“Shit...” I mumbled as I walked down the hall.There was still so much to get done, and even more to do now. I

I reached over and grabbed the soft cotton towel off the shelf, and held it open. She stepped out of the bath and into the towel, allowing me to wrap it around her. Her arms were at her side, and her skin was flushed from the warm water.“There, much better.” She smiled.“Shall I get you dressed for the evening, Amy?”“That would be lovely, thank you Arthur.”“Of course, now, let’s see what we have for you.”I left her and made my way into the bedroom. I pulled out her dress for the night, her corset, and a pair of shoes. I laid them out neatly on the bed and called for her.“How would you like me to prepare you?”“Obviously with my corset.” She said, walking out from the bathing room.“If you would just stand here, Amy.” I directed her to a spot in the center of the room.I walked over and stood behind her. She dropped her towel to the ground, exposing her entire body. Her hair was still wet and hung down her back, dripping down her smooth skin. I reached forward and put the corset a

I stood up and helped her off the bed. She stood in front of me, her hands in the air as I pulled the dress over her head. It left her standing in the corset but I was reminded of her lack of undergarments. I placed the dress off to the side and returned to her so I could unlace her corset. I started with the top of the corset and began to untie the laces. The more I pulled, the looser it became, until finally, the corset fell away and landed on the floor.She stood before me, naked once again. Her long blonde hair curved around the outside of her breasts which rose and fell as she adjusted to the feeling of not being restricted by the corset. She reached down and removed her shoes, and then stepped out of the pile of lace.“There we go.” She said, smiling. “That’s better.”“Oh, I haven’t prepared a night gown for you.”“That’s alright.” She waved her hand. “I don’t think I need one tonight.”“I think you may. You may get cold.”“If I get cold, you will warm me.”“How will I warm you,

Getting out of the shower dripping wet, she grabbed a towel from the rack. She brushed the fog off the mirror and looked over her water beaded body.She looked from toe to head, standing at 4 foot 10 inches. Her fingers pulled through her dyed blonde hair that was touching her shoulders. Her hand cupped one of her B cup breasts. Not a trace of hair to be seen on her body that didn’t come from her head. She looked up and met her own eyes. A pair of warm dark brown irises looked back at her.A drop of water dripped from her nose onto her nipple. The chill of cold water caused her to shiver and realize she is still wet. She proceeded to dry herself off and her hair before walking back into her bedroom.Tabs was laying on the bed waiting for her, meowing as she entered. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a black negligee. She put on her nightwear and crawled into bed to check her phone.A reply to her text from earlier: ‘4D chess’ was all it said but didn’t surprise her.She co