by K. Lyn
When they arrived at the Prince’s private suite, Cheri was surprised to see Jav outside the door. “What are you…”
She was cut off by Jav who addressed the Prince. “Your Highness, if you need anything…”
That was all that the Prince heard as he closed the door. “Cheri, it is a pleasure to have you visit my kingdom. Now, come with me.” He led her to his bed, wasting no time undressing her while she stood completely still. When she was naked, he looked at her as if he were admiring a sculpture. He smoothed his hands along her body, outlining her curves and taking her firm breasts in his hands, pressing her nipples between his fingers. Then he stood away from her and undressed slowly as if he were unveiling a prize. Cheri’s eyes were focused at the man’s waist and the thick mass hanging between his legs. “Sit upon the bed, Cheri,” he said. Cheri slid one butt cheek onto the bed followed by the other one, and she watched as the mass began to grow hard. Within seconds he was on top of her, spreading her legs apart, and sliding the head of his cock between her lips. Cheri watched his eyes but the Prince was focused on his cock, watching as it was swallowed by the pussy capable of taking it all. Cheri gasped at the fullness of the Prince’s cock, but moans of ecstasy followed as she moved with him, taking the engorgement deep inside of her. This was the kind of man she needed. He was regal and wealthy and extremely well endowed. She would have this man, one way or another.
The following morning Cheri awoke in the bed she shared with Jav who was sleeping soundly beside her, but the night with the Prince would never be forgotten.
A good friend of the Master, Count Marco’s masquerade ball was scheduled for one week from that night in Venice. The morning before Jav and Cheri boarded the jet for Venice their Carnevale outfits were pressed and hung in white garment bags, and personally delivered to them. Jav and Cheri were then taken in a golden Rolls Royce to Abu Dhabi airport. When they arrived in Venice, the playboy count was ready to play. Jav and Marco had known each other for years, though how they knew each other Cheri was unaware. Marco was wild and free, and he wasted no time initiating a game of strip poker. As the losers discarded pieces of clothing, the gathering began a rapid transformation from suggestive sensuality to active sexual magnetism. A few games later, Jav and Cheri were down to their underwear. The Count began massaging Cheri’s shoulders, stimulating her excitement. The sexual instigator had moved to kiss her neck as he began to help himself to her parting lips, stirring her to spread her legs wide for this sexy aggressor. As he continued, Cheri glanced sideways to observe what Jav was doing, all the while pretending that nothing unusual was happening.
Through the corner of her eyes she witnessed a man kissing Jav. He was naked and his lips proceeded downward to Jav’s erection, engulfing it, and the look of ecstasy on Jav’s face was one that Cheri had not seen even with her.
Marco quickly stole Cheri’s attention back his way as he prepared her for intercourse. He laid her down and pressed his lips to her taut nipples, opening his mouth and pulling each one between his lips and into the warm wet enclave. He gripped her slender waist and slowly eased his hard cock into her depths.
Cheri’s hands were all over this amazing lover but out of the corner of her eye she watched the erotic coupling of Jav and his male lover. Sensual tongues like polished blades pried open voluptuous lips, and hungry mouths suckled bulbous lengths, savoring dripping emissions before proceeding to lap on globes of quivering balls. The room was electrified with the sounds and motions of sex. Cheri concentrated on the amazing lover lording over her, until they erupted in thunderous releases, having had their fill of orgasmic ecstasies. She spent the night with the Count who fell asleep immediately. Cheri only pretended to sleep as she secretly watched Jav with his male lover until the two of them, spent, left the room together.
In the morning the Count was gone and there was a note on the bed beside Cheri. He wanted to take photographs of her down by the pond. She snuck back to the room she shared with Jav to find him alone and sound asleep. She very quietly turned and left the room and walked toward a secluded pond where Mario was waiting for her. He suggested rather excitedly, “Strip, so I can take some photographs to remember you.” Cheri knew how easily these kinds of things started out innocently enough but found their way onto the Internet sooner or later, but she could not resist the sweet eyes of Marco. She did as he commanded as he began snapping away. Passionate shots were captured in which Cheri felt free in her own sexuality. It was fun, but she knew she couldn’t stay long. Though Marco begged her to stay, she returned to Jav who was still sleeping soundly, but she knew she had not seen the last of the sexy Italian.
It was later that day that they met again. Jav had gone out and Cheri was looking through the array of clothes that had been laid out especially for her service. Marco entered the suite and without warning he French kissed her. Stunned by his action, she didn’t know how to react, but she knew she wanted to surrender to the Italian’s passion. She was surprised but stimulated by his actions. The unannounced act toppled her into a cascading tailspin. Her heart was thumping wildly as she did her best to remain composed. The Count’s probing tongue parted her lips, and her head spun in a nauseated flurry from the intense affection. As suddenly as he had come onto her, Marco pulled away and left her with a kiss blown in her direction. “I will see you later, mon Cheri.” He left her spellbound and speechless, and wanting more.
Count Marco returned to take Cheri and Jav to his masquerade party. They boarded speedboats that jetted them toward the Excelsior Hotel. From the hotel pier, invited guests boarded phantasy gondolas specially charted to deliver them to the count’s Palazzo. Gondoliers dressed in black cloaks and white beaked masks rowed the flamboyantly attired revelers toward their destination. The gondola that Cheri and Jav had boarded took them slowly toward the dock of Count Mario’s ancestral home. Sparing no expense, the count had made this the party of the century. Numerous black cloaked white masked security guards were stationed by the pier to assist guests from their boats and lead them toward the decorative floral entrance. Rows of fairy lanterns lit the large renaissance tents, creating an air of sophistication such that Cheri had never seen. She was in awe of this monumental display the count had furbished on this night of decadence. Nothing had been left to chance. Every path on their opulent journey was paved with details for the enjoyment of the count’s wealthy socialites. The man who considered himself a classy playboy of the western world had outdone himself tonight. No expenses were to be spared for this Italian loverboy. Cheri and Jav followed the two costumed footmen up the steps as each guest was officially announced at the ballroom entrance. Elaborate wall hangings of nudes exalted the sexuality that was soon to regale this majestic palace. Hardcore partiers would carouse into the nights ahead until bodily exhaustion forced them to rest. Without moving a muscle, Cheri sat captivated as she watched the events unfold. Never had she imagined that anything like this existed.
At two in the morning the night was still young. After the enticing erotic performance in the grand ballroom, Cheri and Jav proceeded upstairs where masked guards greeted them at the top of the stairs, before guiding them to an adjoining room to change out of their costumes, which were carefully stored away. Each room had taken on its own identity and an air of romantic seduction permeated the erotic confines while heterosexuals and bisexuals were in various stages of passionate lovemaking.
Jav tried to encourage Cheri out the door, but she wanted to watch. The man stood at an impressive height, his raging member swaying above a bouncing female before her lips wrapped around his huge manhood. Holding her head firmly, the man fed his deliciousness into her willing orifice. Cheri thought it was hot and she was becoming aroused more and more as the night went on.
As she and Jav explored the last and final room, it was without a doubt that their host held court in the center. Wearing a Zeus mask, he stood naked while blindfolded angels took turns worshipping his bulbous life force. Its protrusion pointed skywards, an offerin
g to those who cared to worship its length from every conceivable angle. The playboy was in heaven as more and more women offered him access to their willing orifices. Jav could see in Cheri’s eyes that she wanted to join the sexual adventures, if only for a little while, but he wanted her for himself tonight.
When Jav could finally persuade Cheri to leave the house of carnal explorations, the two of them slipped away to a quiet room on the count’s yacht. Jav wrapped his muscular arms around Cheri’s waist and kissed her lovingly, and she surrendered to him willingly, her body begging for his touch. He kissed her neck and opened her blouse with his mouth as he planted his lips firmly on her chest, taking each of her nipples into his mouth. She was wet and ready for her lover, and their clothes were quickly discarded as the yacht swayed lazily at the dock. “You know I want you,” he moaned in his sultry voice. Cheri was in no mood to discuss their relationship, if that was what they had between them. She pulled him down on top of her and wrapped her legs around him. He slid the head of his cock into her wetness, easing it along her clit and causing Cheri to thrash about. “Fuck me,” she moaned, as his full thickness opened her, pushing its way into her and stretching her the way she needed to be stretched. She squeezed hard to keep him inside of her and then she bucked as he filled her. He was good and he didn’t stop until Cheri was exhausted and could go no more. The first signs of daybreak could be seen as they fell asleep on the yacht.
When Cheri awoke she was in a bed. She sat up as if in a dream and looked around her. “Jav, Jav,” she called and was relieved when he gently touched her shoulder.
“Cheri, what is it?”
“Where are we?”
“We were returned to the hotel. You don’t remember?”
Cheri held her head. “No.”
Jav coaxed her to lie back down. They would be leaving soon. Room service brought their breakfast and they dined together, just the two of them, in the big bed. “We are traveling to Paris today, mon Cheri. The Prince has requested that you see him again.”
“Don’t you care?”
“I’m sorry, Cheri. I do not understand.”
“You said last night that you wanted me. Did you mean it?”
“Yes, Cheri, but it is also my duty to escort you to where you are supposed to be. It is my purpose as part of the exchange program.”
“So, I’m a whore?”
“No, Cheri. You are in a cultural exchange program. What did you think it would be?”
Cheri shrugged. She had no answer for him. She didn’t know what she expected, but she had not expected to be pimped out which was exactly what it felt like.
As the plane glided out of the hangar and onto the runway, the Prince gave the pilots instructions to their destination. His two burly bodyguards, already belted in and ready for departure, sat discreetly outside the cockpit, while the stewards offered Cheri and Jav drinks. A few minutes later they were airborne and on their way to Paris.
The Prince wasted no time. He turned Cheri’s head toward him and planted a lingering kiss on her lips. He devoured her mouth with passionate French kisses in the presence of anyone who may be watching. Cheri was a little embarrassed by the open display and she looked at Jav. He gave her a mischievous wink, letting her know that she was where she was meant to be.
Paying no attention to the Prince’s actions, the bodyguards and attendants went about their business as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Holding Cheri’s hand, the Prince led her toward the bedchamber on the plane. Perched discreetly on a comfortable seat, Jav watched the Prince’s every move. Cheri could tell that he had been drinking, yet he was sober enough to be in control of the situation. His seductive eyes never left Cheri’s as he unbuttoned her blouse. His hand was beneath her skirt in seconds, revealing a pair of silk panties. It was the only piece of clothing separating her nakedness from His Highness’ muscular physique. Fascinated by the Prince’s erratic behavior, Cheri didn’t know how to react. Everything he did fascinated her. She went with the flow and surrendered to his alpha masculinity. She had never known a man like him. She was hypnotized by his unpredictability. Spellbound by the Prince’s every wish, Cheri’s journey had only begun.
Jav watched them as if witnessing an X-rated movie. He was becoming aroused by the sight of Cheri being seduced by another man. She lusted for this Prince whose sensual expertise could not be matched. She was ready for his hardness and willing to submit to his sexual desires. The Prince devoured her like a spider devoured his prey, and he slowly enticed her into his world of decadence. Kissing, lapping, and licking, he suckled her sinewy physique, leaving no parts unexplored. Tilting her pelvis to his jabbing tongue, the Prince savored her wetness with expert precision. Squirming to such tantalizing simulations, Cheri moaned loudly, only to be silenced by the Prince’s masculine palms. Cupping her whimpering ecstasies, he attempted to quiet her moans. She desired his length, yet he kept it from her, teasing, and luring her further into his web of physiological manipulation. He was playing a game and Cheri was a stranger to its rules. Like a game of chess, she was left to maneuver this weird mind game alone.
The Prince’s tantalization was driving her to insanity. She wanted him. The Prince kissed Cheri gently and then passionately, rolling her on top of him so that she could be the aggressor. She could feel the heated breath of Jav behind her and it aroused her to give herself fully to the Prince. She was filled once again with his regal manhood and his moans were at her command. She knew how to take him to the brink and then ease off until he was the one begging. “Cheri!” He panted and moaned, rolling his head from side to side, until he erupted in shooting jets of rapture.
They continued their delirious play until the pilots announced the imminent descent into Paris. Jav escorted Cheri to the room and the Prince went to his private abode. Cheri showered, dressed, and was ready for her next thrilling adventure. As if thanking her for the ‘ride’, the Prince had a car waiting for them to take them to breakfast at the Eiffel Tower. When they arrived, Cheri and Jav were both surprised to discover not a single soul in sight except the restaurant’s welcoming staff and the elevator operator standing at the ready to welcome them. His Highness had reserved the entire restaurant for just the three of them. The view from the top was like nothing Cheri had ever dreamed.
“Look at the beauty of Paris.”
The Prince was right behind her and he pointed a finger to nowhere in particular, as he turned her face to see the view.
“It’s beautiful,” she stammered. He was hurting her face.
“Yes, Cheri. Let us return to our table. Our food has arrived.”
During breakfast, from out of nowhere, the Prince announced that he had a Prince Albert piercing.” Surprisingly, Cheri knew what he meant. No one had asked, but he added, “I had it done a year ago. I like the feel of it. It creates greater friction when I'm fucking.”
Cheri gulped when he said the F-word at breakfast.
“You like it, don’t you, Cheri?”
Cheri could feel her face growing hot. She nodded, but stared at her plate. The Prince was not shy about saying anything at any time or place.
“You like cock rings, Cheri?”
Fortunately, she didn’t have to answer, as the Prince was more than willing to continue talking. “The cock rings keep my erection harder and longer. You do like the feel of it, don't you? You obviously enjoyed the sensation since you begged for it.”
Cheri was beyond embarrassed by such conspicuous sexual discussion over breakfast and within such proximity to the listening waiters.
The Prince, however, seemed to be cranked even more, especially in the presence of his subordinates. “By the look on your face during our sexual adventure you seemed to crave more. I am quite the skilled lover, am I not?”
Cheri nodded again, hoping this conversation would end soon. Perhaps she would rethink the idea of wanting a Prince. When she excused herself to use the ladies room, the Prince requested something of Jav. When Cheri returned, Jav
took her hand and led her to a hidden room reserved only for the Prince.
“What are we doing?”
The Prince, only a few steps behind her, whispered, “You and Jav are going to do what I know you do best.”
Without an explanation, Jav turned toward Cheri and slid his tongue into her mouth for a lingering French kiss. His alpha masculinity never failed to get her libido humming. His expert hands began unbuttoning her blouse, reaching in to play with her sensitive nipples, arousing them to erection. In the heat of their passionate sensuality, Cheri’s skirt was lifted above her thighs. Her silk undergarment was slid downward, exposing her wetness to Jav and the Prince. A stimulating mouth explored between her lips as chilling thrills rushed over her skin. Probing hands cupped her buttocks, lifting her groin toward the warmth of a yearning mouth. Cheri closed her eyes, savoring every moment with her lover. She tilted her pelvis, granting her lover access to all of her. His pulsating organ pressed against her inner thighs, sending shivers of electric currents through her spine. He lifted her legs into the air, and pulled and pushed her to his satisfaction. He was aggressive in the presence of the Prince as he pushed into her again and again until she moaned and squirmed as waves of orgasm washed over her.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, as the Prince watched, stroking his stiffness, and readying himself for the right moment.
They did not leave the Prince’s secret room until the morning sun peeped through the gauzy veils of the damask curtains. Jav turned toward Cheri and planted a delectable kiss in my mouth. Without stirring to wake the Prince, they quietly crept out and back to the car that was waiting for them.
Their days in Paris were coming to a close and Cheri knew that very soon her assignment in the exchange program would be over. During her brief time with Jav she had grown to like him…a lot, and other than the time when he had been with a man, she was certain that he liked her too. She hoped that when they returned to Germany she and Jav could spend some time together just the two of them. There was much she needed to know about him as well as the exchange program.
