She was dressed in a sheer white camisole with tiny thin straps that day, with a matching pair of see through thongs that showed off the creamy white curves of her bottom very well. Her duties that day were to serve the special visitor lunch and entertain him as his bidding.
She gave a small giggle – she had a good idea what his idea of entertainment was. But if she had her way, she would be the one entertained, not the other way around.
Some time later, after she finally appropriated the heavy silver platter from the kitchen staff and wobbled her way on top of her four-inch heels to his door, she paused in front of his door and readjusted her hair and shifted herself into a more alluring posture – and then gave a series of quick taps on his door.
The door opened so quickly that she wondered if he had been spying out from inside the room at her as she was readying herself ridiculously outside. The thought made her blush slightly but he smiled at her and gestured for her to come into the room.
The room was cozy rather than spacious and opulent – by his special request. She had never been in this room before and looked around curiously before stepping inside. A large bed and table were on one side and the door to the bathroom on the other, with a pole in the middle.
"What an odd place to have a pole..." she thought with a smirk. "I wonder what it's for?"
He gestured for her to place the tray on the table next to the bed and secretly admired her soft curves behind her half-transparent outfit as she bent over to do his bidding.
"Do you wish me to serve you your lunch, my lord?" She asked in a crisp and steady voice.
"Nay, I can feed myself just fine, wench." He replied in a surprisingly deep voice, with a twinkle in his eyes. "I was told though, to expect entertainment." At that, he sat down on the bed and pointed at the pole in the center of the room. "So entertain me." He said with a laugh.
Realization of what the pole was for came to her but she hid it behind a frown. Feigning confusion, she turned her face toward him with a puzzled look "What am I to do with _that_ thing?"
He stared at her dubiously as if she had just sprouted wings from her ears. "Don't tell me you don't know. I would have thought that you received adequate training for that sort of thing already."
She cast her eyes downward with an apologetic blush. But then quickly looked up and laughed a sultry laugh that took him by surprise.
"Of course I know what to do with a pole." She purred suggestively while making her double entendre clear by glancing down at his crotch. "I only wanted to hear your outrage at my perceived lack of training."
With that, she sauntered over to the center of the room as he started to laugh – finally catching on to her game.
"So, wench, you like to play games?"
The challenge was not erroneously interpreted by her, as she carefully raised one eyebrow a fraction of an inch at him and flashed him a feral smile that only caused him to smile back in likewise fashion.
She sauntered her way to the music system controller located in the same place in all the rooms of the mansion and chose a mix of Afro-Cuban dance music that she always danced to when feeling hot and unrestrained. She looked back at him over her shoulders and licked her lower lips slowly.
When the music started, she was already at the pole in the center of the room and swung around with one leg wrapped around the pole. As she writhed and moaned around and against the pole, she maintained constant eye contact with him, making sure she had his total attention. She then wrapped her soft and naturally ample breasts around the pole and began to sidle up and down along it in beat to the music and was delighted when he reached down to unzip his pants that were painfully tight against his hardness.
As she changed her position and flipped herself upside down momentarily against the pole, she saw the beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he stared at her hard, with unveiled lust and started slowly stroking his now extremely hard cock.
She growled deep within her throat and slowly slide down on the pole, spreading her legs before him so that he could see the dampness collected on her tiny underwear. At this marvelous sight, he started stroking himself with longer and more deliberate strokes. He looked down once at his thickly veined penis and then once more at her half concealed crotch.
Pleased at his obvious lust, she got on her hands and knees and slowly crawled toward him while making soft mewing sounds. All the while her posture was that of a leopardess seeking prey. When she reached the bed, she stood up and began to teasingly removing her underwear in small increments as she danced inches from his face. As she peeled the underwear off enough to expose her beautifully round and smooth ass, she turned around to rub her softness against his cock and was pleasantly surprised to find its tip quite wet with pre-cum.
"Someone's a little exssited!" She murmured as she continued to press her ass cheeks against his dick. He reached out a hand to touch the moistness between her legs and said in a teasing tone right back, "Looks like I'm not the only one."
She laughed and took off her underwear in one quick motion and straddled his legs. While teasingly and oh-so-slowly grinding her now extremely wet cunt against his equally hungry cock, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him with all her passion and lust on the lips, then over onto his ears, and nibbled her way down to his jaw and then his delectable neck. She started moaning and grinding harder and harder against him as her breathing became ragged. He started to pant with her and grabbed her butt in order to push her even closer against him.
Just then, the music ended, and she stopped moving. Giving out an almost exultant chuckle, she whispered into his ear "Sorry, but I guess I need to stop here."
He looked at her in disbelief, not understanding why she would stop when their mutual desires was so obvious. But when she started to disentangle herself from him, he realized that she was serious. He gave her a sneer and said, "You're not going anywhere until you've finished what you started with me!"
With faster reflexes than she had anticipated, he had her arms pinned behind her back and pushed her facedown onto the bed. She gave the pretense of struggling against him, but he growled and pushed his hardness against her ass to remind her of his need and she stopped moving.
