Filthy Royal

by Roxeanne Rolling

  “Sounds…good,” I manage to say, pulling myself out of my little sex fantasy.

  Luke gives me another wink.

  “Really, sir, I don’t think that’s going to be advisable, given the situation.”

  “Fuck off Eugene,” says Luke, and turns away from me without another word, without a wave.

  I’m just left watching his muscled butt move away from me down the trail.

  “Yes, sir,” says Eugene. That’s the last thing I hear from them, but I know they must be discussing their escape plan.

  I never new the paparazzi was such a big deal. Well, I know the first thing I’m going to do when I get back to the civilized world and have internet access. I’m going to internet search the shit of this Prince Luke—I just hope there are plenty of pictures.

  I watch them disappear. Now there’s nothing to but wait until my prince returns to fuck me.

  I can’t help myself. I close my eyes and picture Luke, pretending he’s on top of me. I slide my hand under my shorts, down to my wetness, and rub myself silly. It only takes a minute before I come. The orgasm is so strong, I fall asleep immediately afterwards, drifting off, despite the heat that’s returned even after my swim.

  5.

  Luke

  We get back and the paparazzi are here, but they haven’t yet found the right RV. They’re kind of milling around, not sure which RV to crowd around.

  “We can sneak in from the back,” says Eugene. “Here, take this, sir.”

  “Don’t fucking call me sir, asshole,” I growl back.

  “That’s right, Lucas, then,” says Eugene.

  He hands me a black American style hoodie sweatshirt that looks ridiculous to be wearing in this Texas heat, but I put it on anyway. He hands me a pair of large dark sunglasses that look like something a famous supermodel woman would wear.

  “Are you kidding, man? If there’s going to be a dead giveaway , wearing dark sunglasses like that, just like someone who wants to a void the paparazzi?”

  “I guess you’re right, Lucas.”

  “Here, give me that hat.”

  He gives it to me eagerly. It’s some kind of horrible looking American fishing hat or something, with a camo pattern all over it. It looks cheesy as hell, but it might just do the trick. I put it on with the brim way down over my face.

  I try to slouch as much as I can, hunching my shoulders forward, and head towards the RV. Eugene eagerly agrees to wait in the bushes for half an hour before coming into the RV. At this point, he’s just as recognizable (to the paparazzi, at least) as I am.

  I head around the back of the RV, and to my surprise, get into the RV without much of a hassle.

  There are a bunch of tits that greet me when I get into the RV. All the American girls have taken off their tops and are lying around lazily. Sebastian is spread eagle lying face up on the floor, an empty beer in each hand.

  I barely even look at the topless chicks though.

  I only want Rebecca.

  My cock’s still half hard from our encounter. I can’t wait to get back there tonight. Fucking press. Fucking paparazzi. If I wasn’t the prince, I’d go out there right now and beat their asses with a two by four, true American style. I’ve got the camo fishing hat and everything.

  I can’t get her out of my head. I return to the trailer to find one of the girls missing, but there are still plenty of them. I finally do a head count and tally up four of them left. At least the pouty one’s gone.

  “Where you been, bro?” says Sebastian, still drunk enough to be slurring his words. For a self-proclaimed serious Boston bar drinker, he really can’t hold his alcohol well.

  “Found myself a piece of real American ass,” I say.

  “Nice,” he says. “You get it in yet or what then?”

  I shake my head.

  “Well, shit man, your balls must be bursting?”

  I nod. “Blue balls to the extreme. Honestly it’s been a while since I had them at all.”

  Sebastian cackles. “Of course, I mean who can resist your princely charm and your princely balls, right?”

  I nod. “She couldn’t either, but Eugene showed up with news that the paparazzi is here.”

  “Fucking Eugene, cock blocking you like that.”

  I nod. “But he’s not half bad. I mean, he’s got a point. We’ve got to do something about the paparazzi. I was lucky to sneak back into the RV. They’re going to be coming, more and more of them, and eventually they’ll figure out which RV it is by running the license plates and doing some journalist detective work. There’s no way I’d be able to get back into the RV now if I’d stayed there later.”

  Which makes my plan to sneak out at midnight all the more stupid, I think to myself.

  Then again, I’ve got to have her. I’ve got to see her again, and I’ve got to get my cock inside her one way or another. Whatever it takes. Images of her naked body in the lake flash before my eyes.

  “What’s the big deal if some reporters see you?” says Sebastian.

  “Well, it’s sort of hard to explain unless you’ve lived through it, man. It’s like…I don’t know. They’re like a swarm of angry bees. They won’t stop swarming you until you do something stupid like punch of them. Then there’s the whole political scandal thing…I could easily get kicked out of the country… It almost happened when I was in New York City, before I met you in Boston.”

  “Yeah?”

  I nod.

  “So this shit is serious, then,” says Sebastian, finally catching on.

  “Yup.”

  “Well, hey man, why don’t you take one of these chicks for now. I’m sure they’re up for it.” He nudges the one who’s most awake. “Hey Amber, you ready for some royal cock right now?”

  She perks up at that, and nods her head enthusiastically, smiling up at me, and arching her back so that her bare tits are sticking straight up.

  “No thanks,” I say.

  “Aw, come on, man,” says Sebastian. I don’t get why he’s disappointed.

  She’s disappointed too, but she just closes her eyes and seems to go back to sleep, probably dreaming about my royal dick, and a royal ring on her finger.

  “Not into it now,” I say, thinking about Rebecca. Fuck, she’s all I want. No one else is going to do. Not in the least bit.

  “Good chance to clean the pipes, man,” says Sebastian. “Might help you de-stress about all this journalist stuff.”

  “I don’t need to de-stress about it,” I say, glaring at him. “It’s a real problem.”

  “All right man, take it easy.”

  I head to the back of the RV, where I find my bed covered in beer cans and a couple condoms. Looks like Sebastian used my royal RV room to have a little fun of his own. Fuck, whatever. I don’t care right now. I just push everything off to the floor, into the big trash pile, and flop down.

  All you have to do is wait until midnight, I tell myself. Then you can have her.

  That’s true, but I still need to figure out a way to sneak past the paparazzi. I can hear them outside now, the crowd growing,

  I wake up when it’s dark out. I pull up one of the shades, to see a huge crowd of reporters with vans and TV cameras. Shit, it’s gotten really big.

  I wonder what the current scandal is. Some chick I fucked back on the East Coast who’s claiming I had her baby or some bull shit like that? There are all sorts of people after not just the royal dick but the royal jewels. I’ve learned the hard way it’s better not to actually speak directly to reporters in situations like this.

  My cock is about three quarters hard. I’m just fucking aching for Rebecca from the minute I wake up. I check my watch. It’s 11:45, and it takes about ten minutes to walk over to her tent.

  I just fucking hope she’s there.

  But how the hell am I going to get out of here?

  I review my options. I did receive a fair amount of military strategy training from the top strate
gist in Liseria, back when I was a kid.

  The situation isn’t hopeless, but it might appear so to someone who doesn’t have a trained not to mention naturally strategic mind like mine. As my father always said, it’s a shame I never put my mind to any other use but getting laid.

  “Hey, Sebastian,” I say, giving him a not-too-gentle kick in the stomach. He’s passed out on the floor, in the same position where I found him last. “Wake up, asshole.”

  “What the fuck, man?” says Sebastian, sitting up, startled, and grabbing his stomach.

  “Come on,” I say. “It wasn’t that hard of a kick.”

  “Are you wearing steel toed boots or something?”

  “I guess so, but, Sebastian, I need your help.”

  “Fuck off, man. You just drilled me in the stomach.”

  “Drilled?”

  “I’m going back to sleep.”

  “Look, Sebastian, you’re a good guy, a real bro as you Americans say. But I need your help, or else you’re off the RV. I know you like all the free pussy that I pass on. You couldn’t get it without me.”

  “Fuck yeah I could. I got laid all the time before you.” But he and I both know it’s not quite true. “Fine,” he finally says, after a long pause. What do you need me to do?”

  I briefly explain my plan to him. The entire time I’m aware of my throbbing cock making a huge tent in my shorts.

  “You really are jonesing for her, aren’t you?” says Sebastian, glancing briefly at my crotch.

  “Keep your eyes on the goal,” I say. “Now get going.”

  Sebastian gets to his feet grumbling, and he starts going about rousing all the girls from their drunken slumbers.

  Here’s my chance. I go back into the rear of the RV, and climb up on the small kitchen sink counter, so that I can reach the emergency hatch above. I open it just a crack, to make sure I can reach it. I’ll have to pull myself up, but that won’t be a problem.

  I beat myself on the chest and stomach a few times, feeling my hard muscles beneath my fists. I’m in the zone. The fucking zone. And I’m going to be fucking sweet Rebecca in a few minutes, making her moan like she’s never moaned before.

  6.

  Rebecca

  I’m wide awake after dosing off after my little session. The next thing I know, there’s a tremendous crashing sound. It’s someone running, or more like sprinting through the woods.

  The tent opens from the outside, unzipping. I’m just lying in my panties. It’s a shame I didn’t bring anything sexier.

  “Ready?” says Luke, rushing into the tent.

  “You don’t waste any time, do you?” I say, as he gets down on top of me. He’s shirtless, wearing a very strange type of fishing hat.

  “I couldn’t wait,” he says.

  I can feel his cock, rock hard, pressed against me, up against my panties.

  Fuck, he’s fucking hot. His chest is pressed against mine.

  “What’s with the hat?” I say.

  It’s amazing to me how calm I feel with him. Well, calm in a way. Maybe it’s just that absolute lust has completely replaced my normal feelings of anxiety.

  “I had to make an escape undercover,” he says, beginning to kiss my neck.

  It’s not that I don’t want him. Fuck, I want him more than anything else in the world. But I’m also fucking curious.

  “So what did you do?”

  “I got my bro to cover for me. He got the girls to charge the reporters topless, and I sprinted away.”

  “Wow,” I say, sarcastically. “Sounds like you’re a brilliant military mind.”

  “I guess so,” he says, apparently not picking up my sarcasm. I’ve heard that non-native speakers have a really hard time with sarcasm, no matter how high a level of the language they have. “I’ve had a lot of training, so it wasn’t too hard to come up with a brilliant plan like that.”

  Wow, does he really think he’s some brilliant military strategist? I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone before who would have such an arrogant thought. Then again, he is a prince, and I suppose that sort of comes with the job title. Part of the job description, if you will.

  But right now I couldn’t care less. I just want him inside me. I want to taste his cock.

  “But…don’t you think that’s going to create more a press scandal? A bunch of topless women rush out of the prince’s super luxurious RV?”

  “Oh yeah…” he says, slowly, pausing his kissing, and staying still for a moment. “I guess I hadn’t thought of that.”

  “Sounds like you need some training in PR, not just military strategy,” I say.

  “Well, whatever. Fuck it, as you Americans say.”

  “We do say that a lot,” I say. “But right now I need you to fuck me.”

  He doesn’t say anything, but he’s all over me, moving his hands slowly up under my bra, which an instant later is somehow on the other side of the tent. I’ve never had anyone remove my bra that fast before.

  Our mouths are connected, and he’s holding the side of my head with one hand, like I’m both his precious princess and also someone he just captured, like a barbarian.

  He seemed so civilized with I first met him, when he “rescued” me from that snake, but now he seems like nothing more than a barbarian, a party prince in highest form. I wonder what the hell those articles say about him.

  Before I know what I’m doing, I’m fishing for his cock. It feels hard as steel in my hand, which wraps around it like I never want to let it go.

  “I have to have you,” he groans into my ear. “Take off your shorts.”

  But I’m busy fishing his cock out of his own shorts. Soon, it stands before me in the moonlight, shimmering, glistening already with precum. I don’t know how big it is, but it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life, not to mention the hardest one. I don’t think I could put a dent into it if I punched it. It literally feels like steel rebar in my hand. Fucking hot, that’s what it is.

  Before I can get my own shorts off, he’s grabbed them and pulls them savagely down, so they hang by my ankles.

  We’re squirming, our legs wrapping around each other. I finally get my legs out from under his and wrap them around his strong ass, pulling him down towards me. His cock comes into brief contact with my pussy.

  “You’re so wet,” he growls.

  “Just for you,” I say. “And you’re hard.”

  “You need to work on your sex chatter a little.”

  “We call it dirty talk over here in the States,” I say.

  He says something in French, and I don’t know if it sounds more like a sexy compliment or a curse, but either way it sounds sexy, and I could careless what it means right now. I could care less that this prince is probably just going to fuck me tonight and leave me tomorrow—if he’s anything like his reputation, that’s exactly what I do. But I don’t care. I just need him inside me.

  “Suck me first,” he says, pulling himself out quickly from the strong grip my legs had on him.

  He’s straddling me now, pushing his cock between my breasts.

  “Squeeze them together,” he growls.

  I do as he says. I want this just as much as he does.

  They’re not huge breasts, but they do the job. I squeeze them like I’ve never squeezed them before. My nipples could cut diamonds right now, I’m sure of it. You could use my nipples to cut the diamonds you use to cut glass..

  “Give it to me,” I say.

  His cock is right between my breasts, and he’s shoving it in and out. He’s groaning. “That feels good, baby.”

  “Give it to me,” I say. “I need you in my mouth.”

  He slowly raises himself a little, and his massive cock head is just millimeters from my mouth. It’s really glistening, and I duck my head down to reach it, licking the tip of it. I swirl my tongue around it, before really diving in.

  Then, out of nowhere, his hand flashes over his cock, and
it’s got a condom on.

  “No offense,” he says, winking at me.

  I’m just impressed he can do that one handed, and so fast. It probably means he’s been with a lot of women—like a lot a lot. But that’s not on my mind right now.

  I crane my head all the way forward, taking his entire cock up to the thick root into my mouth.

  “Ohhh,” he moans, in a manly, princely way.

  Even his moans sound regal somehow. I can’t tell though whether he’s the polite gentleman or the brute prince. The barbarian. Maybe he’s both.

  Whichever he is, there’s never been a guy who’s gotten me to act this way in bed. Normally I’m something of the shy type, content with maybe missionary and one more position, provided the mood strikes. I’ve never been just so fucking hungry for cock.

  Not like this.

  I’m gobbling it down, and now he’s pumping it into my mouth, fucking my mouth, essentially. He’s groaning as he pumps his hips and I watch with wide eyes as his abs ripple with each thrust. His cock completely fills my mouth. I can feel every inch of it pulsating.

  The thick shaft is the last to come in each time, and somehow it’s the hottest. It’s like a tree trunk or something, only a sexy tree trunk, if such a thing even exists.

  “I need you inside me,” I say, when he pulls out his cock, giving me a chance to breath.

  “I’m already inside you.”

  “I need you deep inside me. In my pussy.”

  I know he knows what I meant, but just wants to hear me say it. I think he’s the one who needs to work on his dirty talk, not me. He seems to just get a kick out of prompting me to say things, to tell him what I want. But that’s fine with me. He could say basically anything right now and I’d still want him.