He throws a huge stack of American magazines at me, hurling them at me one by one, the pages flapping in the air.
“And these, too,” he says, pulling out a stack of Liserian and European publications, and hurling these at me too.
I just sit here, trying to not to move as he hurls them at my face. They don’t hurt much, in reality. Hell, he can throw magazines at me all day if this is the worst he can come up with.
“I don’t even know what to do with you,” he barks at me.
“Good,” I say.
“What was that?”
“Yes, sir,” I say.
He crosses his arms and huffs, letting out a huge sigh of air.
“There’s a ball in a couple days,” he says. “Belinda will be there, and I expect her to be your date.”
“Oh,” I say. “I’d forgotten about that, sir. The thing is, I have a guest coming into the country.”
“You have a what?”
“A guest. You know, a chick. A girl. A woman. She’s coming to visit me from America. I met her in Texas. And I thought maybe I could take her to the ball.”
“You’re not going to be taking some trashy American hussy to our annual Liserian ball! This is a centuries old tradition, and I won’t have you throwing another spectacle for the magazines.”
“She’s not a hussy, sir,” I say.
“What was that?” He’s looking so full of rage that his face is turning red like it might pop like a cherry.
“She’s no hussy,” I say, in English.
“French!” screams my dad. My dad, the fucking King of Liseria. God, I’ll be the King of Liseria some day. Well, at least I’ll be able to change some fucking things around here. For one thing, I’ll let people speak whatever fucking language they want in the palace. I used to have to leave the palace grounds as a kid in order to take foreign language lessons with my private tutors. On one hand, my dad recognized that a royal should speak many languages, and he’s fluent in a shitload of them himself, but on the other hand there’s been an ages old rule that says that only Liserian French will be spoken in the palace. I said it in English just to piss him off more, I guess. I have a knack for doing that.
“Look,” I say. “Sir, the thing is she’s already invited. She’s got the official letter from Liseria and everything. An official invitation. It wouldn’t look good if we pulled that back now.”
“She has an official invitation? Who approved this?” He looks even closer to popping now than ever before.
I shrug my shoulders casually. “Dunno. Eugene set it up with some of your guys I guess.”
“Well,” says my dad, adjusting his ridiculous Liserian crown. “No, we can’t revoke an invitation. But that doesn’t mean she’s going to be your date for the ball. I’ve already set everything up with Belinda.”
Fucking Belinda. Why does she want my royal cock so much? She’s never even so much as seen it. It’s just he idea of pushing out a string of royal Liserian babies that has her so wet…she wants to become a princess and to tuck me into bed every night once I’m the crowned prince of Liseria.
“Why can’t she be my date? Screw Belinda.”
“That’s final,” says my dad, pounding his fist against his wooden desk. “You’re excused now.”
There’s no use trying to reason with him. Whatever, its not like I care about the fucking ball anyway. I’ll worry about that day when I come to it Maybe I’ll just skip it or something.
I spend an hour being given some official Liserian briefings on the current political situation, not to mention the summary on the fallout from my ‘activities’ in American. It bores me half to tears, but Eugene, at my side, acts like he’s hanging on every word.
When it’s finally over, I lean over to Eugene and ask him if he wants to get out of here to go hunting.
“Of course, sir,” says Eugene.
We head out to the stables where the horses are kept and I find my favorite, a jet-black hunting horse named Stallion. I hop on easily—I’ve been riding since I was a kid, and Eugene gets another one.
We never actually hunt. When I was a teenager, it used to be just a way to escape from the confines of the palace and head into the woods. I usually had a backpack full of beers, not to mention a couple joints, with me. Eugene would never partake himself, but he’d be cool enough not to report such minor indiscretions.
We’re galloping along through the woods.
“You excited about Miss Rebecca coming to visit?” says Eugene.
“You know, Eugene,” I say, as we’re now trotting alongside a little creek that twists its way through the dense Liserian forest, the sunlight streaming down through the branches. “I think there’s something special about this one. I’ve never felt this way about any other girl.”
“I can see it in your eyes, sir.”
“Thanks for the idea about the official invitation, Eugene,” I say.
Eugene blushes a deep red.
We spend the rest of the afternoon riding mostly in silence, and I find myself appreciating the natural beauty in a way I never have before. Maybe it’s all that stuff Rebecca was telling me about…learning to see things in a different way.
I don’t know what it is exactly, but ever since meeting her I’ve felt like I’m changing in some indefinable way. Well, for one thing, I’m not rushing out to bang the first hot piece of Liserian ass I can find, and trust me there’s plenty who are just dying for my princely Liserian dick. But the thought hasn’t even crossed my mind. All I can think about is Rebecca, and tonight when I’m lying in bed with my usual nightly erection, I close my eyes and picture her naked.
I’m not normally the type to jerk off—I’ve always had women eager to take care of my every sexual need, but I just can’t help myself.
I picture her kneeling before me, her beautiful head bending down towards my crotch. I move my hand slowly along my shaft, stroking it. Fuck, am I horny.
I’ve got my laptop computer open beside me on the nightstand, but porn doesn’t even cross my mind.
But just as I’m starting to stroke faster, really starting to go to town on myself, meanwhile thinking of Rebecca buck ass naked in the Texan woods, her body gleaming in the sunlight, her tits just fucking perfect—the online messenger starts beeping at me.
“What the fuck?” I snarl at no one. After all, I’m alone in my luxurious high-ceilinged royal palace bedroom.
“What’s going on?” says a little message that pops up on the screen. Fuck, yes, it’s Rebecca.
“Not much,” I write, with one hand, my other still on my cock, but frozen. My erection doesn’t abate in the slightest.
“You want to chat?” says the text message. “Video chat?”
“Sure,” I type back.
I smile to myself as I carefully arrange the computer so that the camera’s facing my erect swollen cock. This is going to give her quite the surprise, hopefully.
A picture of her face shows up on the computer as it starts ringing.
14.
Rebecca
The computer is ringing for a moment before the image starts to appear on my computer scree. We don’t have fast internet at the apartment, so it takes a moment for the image to load.
When it finally does, I burst out laughing in complete shock.
It’s not Luke’s face like I was expecting, but instead it’s his cock, swollen and erect, looking completely massive on my screen.
“What the fuck?” I say, laughing.
“You like it?” he says, turning the computer back to his face. He’s grinning wildly, obviously really please with himself.
“I guess I interrupted you,” I say. “Do you want some time to finish?”
“What? No. I was thinking about you.”
“Really? That’s really…hot.”
And it is. The thought of him back in his Liserian palace jerking off to me is kind of hot. I guess I really turn him on. Despite my earlier
intentions of just talking to him, I find my hand worming towards my breast, and cupping the bottom of it.
“Looks like I’m turning you on a little,” says Luke. “I’ve been known to have that effect on women.”
“A lot of women, from the sound of it.”
“So you saw the magazines?”
I nod.
“You upset about it? I mean I don’t have the best reputation, you know.”
“I’m not upset, really,” I say. “But I’m a little worried.” This is the truth, so why not tell it?
“Well, you’re the only woman I can even think about now.”
“So you weren’t jerking off to some hot Liserian porn?” I’m trying to contain my smile and giggle.
“Eww,” he says, making an overly exaggerated face. “Liserian porn…that just sounds fucking terrible.”
“I laugh.”
“But no, I was just thinking about you. I was thinking about you naked in the woods.”
“Naked in the Texas wilderness getting fucked by you?”
He nods, smiling a semi-wicked looking smile.
“So you want to have some fun?” he says, and he repositions the computer so that I can see his cock and his face. He’s grinning.
I nod my head a little shyly.
“Take off your shirt then,” he says.
“I like the way you’re telling me what to do,” I say, and take off my shirt. I grasp my breasts in my bra and squeeze them together.
Luke has been stroking his cock ever so slowly, but now he speeds up a little, and I watch as his fist comes up around the head of his cock, which is dripping with his precum.
“You’re so hot,” he says, lying all the way back, with his head tilted towards my image on his computer screen.
“It’s funny to think about you doing this in that big luxurious palace.”
“You looked up pictures or something? I remember telling you it was a pile of old rocks.”
“I looked up a couple pictures. It’s quite luxurious. I certainly wouldn’t call it a bunch of old rocks.”
“A pile,” he says, correcting me in a joking way. “Now touch yourself.”
“Where?”
“You know where,” he says. “Touch your pussy. Finger yourself.”
Normally I have to work up quite a bit when I do this myself, but seeing him jacking off my computer screen—jacking off to me—it really sends me over the edge, and I slide down my pajama bottoms to find that I’m already quite wet.
We spend about five minutes just gazing at each other, the dirty talking ceasing as we’re both concentrating pretty fully on the task at hand. Neither one of us takes our eyes off the other, as we’re working away at our own bodies.
It’s pretty fucking hot.
Not like having sex with Luke, but pretty damn close.
Finally, I’m getting close, and I let out a couple soft moans. Fuck, I hope Jill can’t hear me. The walls can be pretty thin here, but hopefully she’s asleep, and anyways she normally wears earplugs.
I arch my back as I come, and I watch intently as Luke comes too, his fist working in a fury across his thick cock. Finally, he bucks his hips slightly, pushing his cock up in the air as it squirts out his seed into the air. It flies hard and fast, squirting rope after rope of his come.
“You really had quite a build up,” I say, finally relaxing after a full minute of lying exhausted in bed from the orgasm.
“Just the usual,” he says.
“So they’re going to send the details about the pickup?” I say. “Everything still good about me coming over?”
“Yeah, how did your boss react?”
“She loved it,” I say, laughing. “You wouldn’t have believed the reaction.”
“I might,” he says, somewhat grimly. “People can get really weird over this royal stuff. I mean, I’m just a guy after all.”
“A guy who jacks off in a big pile of old rocks,” I say, laughing.
Luke laughs too.
“Yeah,” he says.” My dad’s kind of pissed about…well, about my behavior I guess. And there’s like this ball coming up.”
“Oh, cool,” I say. “I’ve never been to a royal Liserian ball before.”
“Why would you have?” says Luke, seeming confused, before realizing it was a joke. “Oh,” he says. “That famous American sarcasm again.”
“More like a joke,” I say. “It wasn’t that sarcastic.”
“I can just never tell with you Americans,” he says. “But there’s a little problem, he wants me to take some Liserian chick named Belinda to the ball.”
I’m silent for a moment. I don’t like the sound of this.
“So you’re already going around with other women?”
“No,” he says, a little too emphatically. “I don’t want to have anything to do with her. I mean, fuck it, I’m just not going to go. You and I can sneak off somewhere more fun.”
“Oh,” I say. “Well I thought it might be fun to go.”
“Oh,” he says. “Well, maybe we can work something out when you get here. Eugene’s going to send over all the stuff to your email tomorrow first thing. So I’ll see you Wednesday, right?”
“Yup,” I say. “And that reminds me, I really need to pack.”
“Ok,” he says. “I’ll let you get too it, then. I got to get to sleep anyway. It’s the middle of the night over here.”
Instead of packing, I lie back in the darkness and think about what’s to come.
Am I really ready for the royal Liserian palace? I’m also wondering where this is all going with Luke. It doesn’t seem like it’s a brief thing for him, and I’m really starting to hope that it’s more than just us having a lot of fun.
I still feel a lot less anxious when I talk to him—like a lot less anxious, like the anxiety’s completely gone. I think that’s a good sign. He also makes me laugh like crazy. And that’s not even mentioning how fucking sexy he is.
“You still awake?” says Jill, knocking lightly at my door.
Shit, did she hear me?
I quickly close my computer and turn it away from my bed, to make it look not quite as suspicious. I pull up my pajamas and put my shirt back on and go to the door.
“What’s up?” I say, trying to keep my face neutral.
“I just wanted to see how the packing was going.”
“Oh,” I say. “You didn’t hear anything?”
“Hear anything?”
“Oh, never mind,” I say.
“What, were you having phone sex with Luke or something?”
“So you did hear!” I blush a deep red in embarrassment, probably. My face feels like it’s flushing.
“No,” I swear. “I didn’t hear anything. But you just confirmed my suspicions.” She’s laughing, and I finally start laughing too.
“Actually, it was video sex. It was pretty hot. It’s my first time doing anything like that.”
“Video sex with a Liserian prince,” she says. “Wow, really moving up in the world, Rebecca.”
I laugh, and Jill begins helping me pack my things. We figure I’m going to need at least some nice clothes, but mostly what I have is just boring office clothes and some camping clothes I bought from a sporting goods store. I might bring some of that—hopefully there’s some good camping out there, but it’s certainly nothing I can wear to a palace ball.
“I think I have something in my room,” says Jill, returning after a moment with a beautiful gown that just happens to fit me perfectly. We’re almost exactly the same size.
“Wow,” I say. “I can really borrow this?”
“Of course, Rebecca,” she says, giving me a big hug. “I’m really happy you found someone. Good luck over there, eh?”
“I just hope he doesn’t turn out to be an asshole,” I say.
“He’s already an asshole,” she says. “But maybe he’ll change for you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to change for
Rebecca Reynolds?”
“I’m just a commoner,” I say.
“You’re fucking awesome, Rebecca,” she says.
The next morning she drives me to the airport, where I’m surprised to find a private jet waiting for me.
I’ve never gone through the process of getting on a private jet before, let alone a royal one, but I still have to go through the long security lines. I guess there’s no exception for royal guests.
The jet is sleek, like it’s just been waxed, or whatever they do to jets to make them look so nice. There’s the royal Liserian emblem emblazoned all over it in purple and gold.
“Miss, Reynolds?” says a stern-faced Liserian guard, in heavily-accented English.
I nod.
“Welcome aboard,” he says, saluting me.
I salute back, then realize that probably seems silly.
We hold the salute pose for a moment before I realize he’s not going to break it, so I put my arm down awkwardly, and walk up the steps to the plane.
Holy fuck—that’s my first impression. It’s absolutely nothing like flying coach, which is all I’ve ever done the handful of times I’ve actually been on a plane.
The inside is completely lined with a royal purple carpet, and instead of regular cramped airplane chairs, there are plush armchairs that are already reclined. I don’t see seatbelts anywhere—maybe they’re lost in the cushions.
This really beats first class even by a couple miles.
There’s a young woman who smiles at me, and asks if I need anything before the plane takes off.
“It’s just me on the flight?” I ask.
“Yes, can I get you anything?” she says again.
I shake my head. “I’m all good,” I say. “Thanks.”
She smiles again and returns to the cockpit area.
A moment later, the pilot himself comes back and introduces himself. This is wildly different from hearing the static-filled mumblings over the loud speaker. He tells me his name and shakes my hand, and tells me we’ll be taking off in a couple minutes, once they get the go-ahead from the air traffic controller. He even offers to bring me a drink, which I decline.
The pilot himself offered me a drink!
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