I could feel the telltale signs of Lisa’s impending climax and eagerly anticipated it.  Each thrust had a purpose to push her to the edge, but make sure she rode that razor-thin line between intense pleasure and final release as long as I could.  At that moment where I knew she needed it the most, I gripped her ample bosom tightly and hilted myself deeply enough to feel my crown kiss her cervix which was all that was needed at that point to give her a world-shattering orgasm that I rode out gleefully.  The way her inner walls milked and massaged my length was heavenly, but I made sure to endure it until Lisa was barely conscious as a result of the exertion.<br/><br/>By that point I was more than eager to give her my seed, but at the last moment I pulled out of her tight pussy, gripped a fistful of her hair close to her scalp, and forced my throbbing cock into her pretty mouth.  A groan escaped my lips as I felt her tongue against my shaft an instant before I filled her mouth with every drop I had to offer.  As wonderful as it would have felt to fill her pussy, I knew better than to risk it with a common slut; no matter how lovely or skilled they were.  If I was going to sire bastard children, I would make sure that they lived a comfortable life of wealth and luxury that comes with being born into nobility.  Lisa would just have to settle for the taste of my seed.<br/><br/>With that sexual tension finally lifted from my shoulders, I leaned back in the bed and sighed contentedly feeling reinvigorated.  I hoped that the robed men who so callously treated their lovely slaves were nearby so that I could pay them a visit once Lisa passed out.  Plus, three grateful sex slaves are surely to be generous to the one who sets them free.