I had been talking to one certain good looking guy about it for a while and eventually agreed for him to pick me up. I got dressed up in a candy pink ...atex skating dress that covered little, fishnet stockings, heels and some lacy satin panties with a zip at the back. I covered up in a long coat for the trip and waited for my ride. He pulled up shortly afterwards. I took a deep breath to calm the butterflies in my stomach and made my way hurriedly to his car. As I took my seat beside him my long. After a few minutes of him allowing me to control things he took over with both hands on my head picking up the pace. He told me to look up at him and he said put your hands behind your back and keep them there. He then pushed in deep and afer he got 4 inches in he told me to stick my tongue out so I can take it deeper. As soon as I did he shoved another 2 inches in and I immediately gagged and pulled back. He did this three more times however on the time he did not pull back and forced. "Highness, you have been recognised! You need to get away quickly before they target you personally," I cried.It was already too late. Ingrid loosed a blast and it streaked towards us. Everywhere around me men flung themselves down, soaking themselves in the river in the process. They needn't have bothered, as the bolt hit my shield and it held. I felt relief, as there hadn't been enough time to think of a counter to the bolt. If the shield hadn't been good enough, then the King would have been. I slowly began to imagine my coming up to him and saying the magic words that would have his lips wrap around my swollen cock, but I stayed frustratingly impatient by an overwhelming lust. Eventually, I got up in my tight jeans, heavily glossed my thick lips with chapstick and whispered in his ear, “I can make up a corny line, but I have to be honest – I want to suck your cock in the worst way.” He looked at me stunned and told me to go. I had the urge to pull my cock out and jerk off in his.