Though his elaborate instruction seemed to imply otherwise, the prince was indeed a very light sleeper. Thus, the slight creaking of the bed usually roused him from his slumber in the morning. Nevertheless, he kept his eyes closed and did not reveal his awakening.
As per their directions, which were conveyed by Allanbee, the butler, one maid would carefully pull back the blankets while the other climbed up in the bed and knelt near the prince’s pillows.
He took a few deep breaths and tried to work out which of the servant girls were attending to him. He enjoyed variety and had selected a group of six servants to participate in his morning attendance. Allanbee picked whichever two girls seemed to have the highest spirits each morning.
The smell of butter and fresh bread wafted pleasingly over me, and I knew one of them must be Simone, who often worked in the kitchen. I pondered who the other might be when I felt softness at my lips. A nipple. A soft, puffy nipple. The nipple of my sweet Audrey. It must be!
I let her circle my lips with her nipple before opening my mouth to suck on it. Audrey was the only servant whom I trusted to go off script a bit. Her breasts were decadently soft. It was difficult not to open my eyes to see the cream of her skin, but I wanted to revel in my morning ritual.
The other, Simone, I guessed, softly caressed my penis with deliciously warm hands. Allenbee instructed them to wash their hands in very hot water and then apply a Parisian hand cream I’d found the last time I’d visited. Needless to say, it did not take Simone long to goad my cock to its full length.
Audrey gave me a brief taste of her other nipple, but the morning had to begin, so they took their places.
It was well-timed. Particularly well-timed. Simone straddled me and very adeptly slipped down on my cock, just as Audrey straddled my face. The gasp I let out as I felt the tight heat of Simone’s pussy was silenced by Audrey’s pussy covering my mouth.
Then, bliss. The salt-wet taste of Audrey and the feel of her thighs on the sides of my head. To be enveloped by the weight and heat of her body. To know nothing but the smell and the taste of her pussy. The only other sensation able to cut through was the pleasure of Simone, riding me.
Reader, even after so many mornings, I admit it didn’t take long for me to reach a heady climax. I sucked and licked at Audrey as well as I could as my body contorted and tightened. I shot, again and again, into the warm body of the buxom baker, as Audrey held me down, demanding more from my mouth, demanding pleasure.
They rode me on and on, even after I was spent, until I was limp and useless to them.
They left, then, and their replacements came with warm, wet towels and glasses of ice-cold water. Then croissants and coffee and the eggs just as I liked them.
And thus began a prince’s day.