my shoulders. “I think Belen was right, why
suffer for the inevitable.”
“He’s a cunt, a
fucking bastard cunt.”
“Yes he is. I
know you won’t want to hear this but he can also be charming, kind
and considerate.”
“Huh I don’t
see how.”
“Next time if
you acquiesce you’ll see.”
I went and ran
myself a bath, used one of the bidets to flush myself out and then
lay in the tub soaking away the filth and degradation I felt. I
pondered what Moira had said and realised she was right. I was a
prisoner here totally under The Prince’s command. He could do with
me as he pleased, or get rid of me, what had happened to the other
girl who had gone missing, left in the dessert to die, murdered and
buried somewhere in the wilderness? Who knew? If I was to get out
of this at some time in the future then I would have to play a
waiting game. There I had made my decision, next time The Prince
wanted my services I’d blow his mind with my sexual prowess.
Chapter 5
It was three
weeks before he required my services. He had arrived in between but
called on Belen and Moira together, they told me he liked them to
put on a girl on girl show before he fucked them both. They
confirmed he had the stamina of a horse and had fucked them both
twice, fanny wise and anal wise, it seemed our prince was into rear
end buffing.
The next time
his helicopter arrived all six of us rushed to the shower to
refresh and fragrance ourselves deliberately leaving our hair wet,
if that’s what he liked then that’s what he’d get. Maria was called
for first and then an hour later it was me. I followed the three
old crones readily this time and walked into The Prince’s room with
a smile on my face. He was laid on the bed still naked from his
encounter with Maria.
“Hello Prince,”
I beamed, “Or should I call you something else?”
“In my bed
chamber you may call me Abu, if we should meet anywhere else just
say Sir.”
I nodded. “Abu,
that’s a nice name.”
“Thank you, now
come to the bed. I must say Susan you are looking lovely
today.”
“Thank you,
I’ve been looking forward to this encounter.”
“You have?”
“Yes, can we
just forget our last meeting; pretend it never happened and start
over.”
“What meeting
was that?” He smiled.
I laid down on
the bed beside him reached over and took his already half erect
cock in my hand slowly pulling the skin up and down its length.
“Is that good?”
I asked.
“Perfect.”
He was on his
back his head resting on his arms enjoying my attentions.
“You know Abu
there was no need to abduct me, if you had asked me to come in that
coffee bar I would have.”
“That would not
be possible, all Western women are thought of as whores, a man in
my position cannot be seen talking to a whore.”
“That’s very
harsh, we aren’t all whores.”
“Your tongue
makes a liar of you Susan. You are a married woman and yet you say
you would have come with me, does that not make you a whore?”
Fuck it, fuck
it, fuck it, I’d walked right into that.
There was
nothing further to say after that so I leaned forward and took his
now hard cock into my mouth. I moved around and kneeled alongside
his head so I could take his cock as deep as I could into my mouth.
So I was a whore, I’d fucking act like one and give him the sexual
time of his life. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, taking
it deeper and deeper until I felt it touch my throat. I gagged a
little, pulled back a bit and then plunged down again taking more
of his cock, I kept at it until at last I felt his pubes on my
lips, I bet there weren’t many whores who’d be willing to take that
much cock down their throat. After a couple minutes of giving his
prick the best oral I could muster The Prince did something that I
hadn’t expected at all, he pulled my left leg over his body so he
could get to my cunt with his tongue. Now that wasn’t in my script
at all, I was there to pleasure him, give him his oats
suffer for the inevitable.”
“He’s a cunt, a
fucking bastard cunt.”
“Yes he is. I
know you won’t want to hear this but he can also be charming, kind
and considerate.”
“Huh I don’t
see how.”
“Next time if
you acquiesce you’ll see.”
I went and ran
myself a bath, used one of the bidets to flush myself out and then
lay in the tub soaking away the filth and degradation I felt. I
pondered what Moira had said and realised she was right. I was a
prisoner here totally under The Prince’s command. He could do with
me as he pleased, or get rid of me, what had happened to the other
girl who had gone missing, left in the dessert to die, murdered and
buried somewhere in the wilderness? Who knew? If I was to get out
of this at some time in the future then I would have to play a
waiting game. There I had made my decision, next time The Prince
wanted my services I’d blow his mind with my sexual prowess.
Chapter 5
It was three
weeks before he required my services. He had arrived in between but
called on Belen and Moira together, they told me he liked them to
put on a girl on girl show before he fucked them both. They
confirmed he had the stamina of a horse and had fucked them both
twice, fanny wise and anal wise, it seemed our prince was into rear
end buffing.
The next time
his helicopter arrived all six of us rushed to the shower to
refresh and fragrance ourselves deliberately leaving our hair wet,
if that’s what he liked then that’s what he’d get. Maria was called
for first and then an hour later it was me. I followed the three
old crones readily this time and walked into The Prince’s room with
a smile on my face. He was laid on the bed still naked from his
encounter with Maria.
“Hello Prince,”
I beamed, “Or should I call you something else?”
“In my bed
chamber you may call me Abu, if we should meet anywhere else just
say Sir.”
I nodded. “Abu,
that’s a nice name.”
“Thank you, now
come to the bed. I must say Susan you are looking lovely
today.”
“Thank you,
I’ve been looking forward to this encounter.”
“You have?”
“Yes, can we
just forget our last meeting; pretend it never happened and start
over.”
“What meeting
was that?” He smiled.
I laid down on
the bed beside him reached over and took his already half erect
cock in my hand slowly pulling the skin up and down its length.
“Is that good?”
I asked.
“Perfect.”
He was on his
back his head resting on his arms enjoying my attentions.
“You know Abu
there was no need to abduct me, if you had asked me to come in that
coffee bar I would have.”
“That would not
be possible, all Western women are thought of as whores, a man in
my position cannot be seen talking to a whore.”
“That’s very
harsh, we aren’t all whores.”
“Your tongue
makes a liar of you Susan. You are a married woman and yet you say
you would have come with me, does that not make you a whore?”
Fuck it, fuck
it, fuck it, I’d walked right into that.
There was
nothing further to say after that so I leaned forward and took his
now hard cock into my mouth. I moved around and kneeled alongside
his head so I could take his cock as deep as I could into my mouth.
So I was a whore, I’d fucking act like one and give him the sexual
time of his life. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, taking
it deeper and deeper until I felt it touch my throat. I gagged a
little, pulled back a bit and then plunged down again taking more
of his cock, I kept at it until at last I felt his pubes on my
lips, I bet there weren’t many whores who’d be willing to take that
much cock down their throat. After a couple minutes of giving his
prick the best oral I could muster The Prince did something that I
hadn’t expected at all, he pulled my left leg over his body so he
could get to my cunt with his tongue. Now that wasn’t in my script
at all, I was there to pleasure him, give him his oats
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