His Royal Secret (5 page)

“Oh fuck!” I moan as I cum yet again. My body completely collapses. The Prince licks my breast. I rub his perfect ass. Our bodies begin to wind down as we slowly fall to sleep. As my eyes shut, I smile. This day could not possibly end any better.

***

I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping through the open balcony double doors. This is most certainly a step-up from waking up to the sounds of homeless people screaming outside of my apartment.

For a moment, I forget where I am lying. I look to my side and see the back of a very attractive man. The Prince! Oh my God. I had sex with Prince Julian last night. The most perfect night of my life.

I look at the tan back of Prince Julian. I reach out and touch his skin. His touch of soft. His body is sculpted and perfect. I gently run my fingers across his back. Then I pull up the sheets and catch a view of that perfect ass. I am a lucky girl.

Prince Julian begins to shift slightly. I nervously pull my hand back. The Prince turns over and faces me. He opens his eyes. For a moment, he looks at me like a stranger. I get really fucking nervous. Is he wondering why I am still here?

After a few seconds, the Prince cracks a smile. He looks down at my breasts and moves his body closer to me. Oh yes, he remembers. We kiss. I feel his hands run down my side. He grabs my ass and spanks it.

I run my hands down the Prince. I feel him beginning to get aroused. Oh fuck. He is getting really hard really fast. The Prince gets on top of me. He leans down and runs his tongue all over my breasts. Then I feel him enter me. Oh yeah.

Prince Julian drives my body right into the mattress. This man is certainly an “early riser.” I pull my legs back and feel the Prince go deep into me body. We turn over. I sit up and start to ride my Royal stud.

The Prince’s face begins to turn red. I take every advantage of my position and start to ride that dick for all it’s worth. The Prince grabs my hips and proceeds to pump me at full speed. We moan. We scream. We cum.

I fall on top of the Prince. All I can hear is our heavy breathing and out hearts beating. “Good morning, Prince,” I say softly as I give him a kiss.

“Good morning to you, Amy,” Prince Julian tells me as he grabs my ass.

We enjoy each other’s bodies with some gentle kissing and mischievous licking and sucking.

As I fuck around in bed, something begins to nag at me. What could it be? I little voice inside my head is screaming, “You have to get out of the bed. You have to move. Now!” I look outside and notice that the sun is high up in the sky. What time is it? Oh fuck! It must be close to 11:00.

I lean over and look at the clock. It’s 2:45 p.m.!  What the fuck? How long have we been asleep?! Now, everything comes back to me. We didn’t finish messing around until about 5:30 in the morning. We probably fell asleep around 6:00.

Now I have 15 minutes to get to work. Of course, all I have to do is get dressed and go downstairs. However, my body is in such a panic that I hop over to the bathroom and quickly jump into the shower.

I scrub my body at full speed. Prince Julian must be wonder what has gotten into me. I quickly hop out of the shower and dry myself off. Then I swing the door open in a clear panic. I look at the clock. It’s almost three. Fuck! I’m going to be late.

Prince Julian sits up in bed, staring at me. “What is going on with you, Amy?”

“I have to be at work in seven minutes, Your Highness.”

“Of course,” the Prince says with a chuckle. Then Prince Julian does something completely odd and unexpected. He jumps out of bed and helps gather my shoes and my socks. The Prince gets on his knees and begins to apply my sock. The sight of the Prince of Mondorra dressing me makes me freeze.

Prince Julian calmly puts the shoes on my feet and ties them. Then. Then he stands up and straightens out my hair with his hands. “I believe you are ready with two minutes to spare,” the Prince says.

“Thank you Prince Julian!” I exclaim as I jump up from the bed and run to the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” the Prince says. I quickly turn around and look at him.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“What about a goodbye kiss.”

I laugh and run up to the Prince. We kiss and grab each other’s asses. Then I run off and take the elevator downstairs.

As I stand in the elevator, I realize that this is going to look awkward. My hair is wet. I am coming down from the Prince’s suite. Then two huge realizations hit me.
My car never left the employee parking lot. And there are cameras in the elevator.
It would not take a lot of detective work for the hotel manager to put two and two together. Fuck!

I run over to the concierge desk. Mira is standing there waiting for me. She looks at me strangely.

“Did you just run here from the shower?” Mira asks me.

“Yeah, I took a shower at the gym and came straight over,” I lie.

“I had a boring shift. The Prince didn’t call me at all. It wouldn’t surprise me if he is still asleep.”

“Those Royal folks like to party late into the night,” I say.

“Oh well. I hope it’s as uneventful for you as it was for me,” Mira says as she takes off.

I stand at my station. Just as Mira leaves, I see the hotel manager. He eyeballs me and takes a look at my wet hair. I look down at the desk and pretend to write something down just so I can avoid eye contact.

I look up. The manager is gone. I exhale deeply just relax for a moment. Fifteen seconds later, the hotel manager returns with something in his hands.

“So you think you can get away with this,” the manager says to me in a stern but soft voice.

“I don’t understand what you mean, sir,” I say nervously as I look at the piece of paper in my manager’s hand. Dammit.
He knows.
He knows about me and the Prince.

“What is our policy about employees parking at the hotel’s garage after hours?” the manager asks as he turns the piece of paper around. On the paper is a camera screen capture of my car in the parking lot at 4:00 a.m.

“We have to inform the valet beforehand.”

“And what is the penalty for failing to inform the valet?”

My mind draws a blank. “I forgot, sir.”

“We dock you a vacation day. Not that you will be around long enough to use any vacation days in the future,” the manager growls as he walks off.

Great. In the span of fifteen minutes, I go from being in the arms of a Prince to being in the crosshairs of a big, fat, balding douchebag boss. Ain’t life unexpected?

I stand in front of the phone while I ponder my job search. Just as my mind begins to wander the phone rings. I smile and pick up the phone. “How may I help Your Highness?”

“You could get your cute little rump back up here.”

“As you wish, Prince Julian,” I say and happily hang up the phone. This is perfect. Maybe I can stay up in the hotel room during my entire shift. As I skip up to the elevators, the manager stares at me.

“Where are you going?” my boss barks.

“Prince Julian has requested that I see him.”

“Make sure you do exactly what he tells you to do.”

“I will make sure the Prince is completely satisfied,” I beam. Ha. If my boss only knew.

I get off at the Penthouse floor and make my way to Prince Julian’s suite. I knock on the door. The door opens. The Prince is standing there in his robe. He pulls me into the suite and pushes me up against the wall. I feel Prince Julian’s hands all over my body. He goes right for my tits. Oh yeah.

The Prince removes my blouse and unhooks my bra. Then he falls to his knees and gets rid of that bothersome skirt. My panties drop in record time. Prince Julian turns around. I pull apart his robe and lick his chest and suck on his nipples. Now, this is the best way to start my work shift!

The Prince picks me up and carries me out onto the balcony. I look down below and see the Bentleys, Ferraris, Rolls-Royces and Lamborghinis pulling up to the hotel. All anyone has to do is look up to see the debauchery currently in progress.

“Put your hands on the rail and stick your backside out for me!” the Prince orders.

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

I feel the strong hand of Prince Julian smack across my ass. He spanks me harder and faster. I can feel my face turning red. The Prince gets on his knees and begins to kiss my butt. He sinks his teeth into my backside and begins to run his tongue along my rump.

The Prince lifts me up and makes me sit on the railing. I nervously balance myself as he begins to lick my breasts. The cool LA air rushes across my body. At this point, my naked body is on display for just about anyone to see. I don’t care however, my body is just ready to explode.

Prince Julian holds me as he runs his tongue down my belly. I spread my legs wide. He begins to lick me right there on the balcony. I hold onto the railing for dear life. Oh fuck! I feel like I could cum at any minute.

I feel my hands ready to slide off of the railing. I moan and scream. My hands slip. Just as I am about to fall backwards, the Prince grabs me and pulls me down onto the balcony floor. The adrenaline rush is giving me an extreme high. We attack each other’s bodies. I go down on him and give the Prince a royal blowjob that makes him pull on my hair and beg for more.

The Prince gets on top of me. He pins my legs behind my ears and starts to fuck my me nice and hard. I grab onto his back and enjoy the ride. I can feel the balcony floor scraping against my back. It’s painful. But a nice kind of pain.

We fuck. We scream. Our bodies feel like one. When the Prince is done railing me on the ground, he takes me to the jacuzzi for some more Royal pleasure! The Prince turns on the water. However, we can’t wait for the tub to fill fast enough. We climb inside and continue to fuck like rabbits.

I climb onto the Prince and wrap my legs around his hips. He pumps me as the water starts to splash around our legs.

“Oh yeah. Oh yeah!” I moan as I reach orgasm. The Prince and I collapse into the water. We relax into each other’s arm as the afternoon wears on.

“Thank you for rescuing me from the concierge desk, Prince Julian,” I say as I kiss the Royal on the neck.

“Thank you for getting up here so fast,” the Prince says to me.

We hang out in the Presidential Suite for the rest of the evening. When 11:00 p.m. rolls around, I go downstairs to meet Rob as he takes over for the night shift. Then I take my car and park it at a garage just outside of Beverly Hills. I hail a cab and head right back to the hotel. This time, I sneak around the back and head on up to meet with Prince Julian.

“Did you successfully execute your little charade?” the Prince asks me as he opens the door to his suite.

“It appears so, Prince Julian.”

“Excellent. Now you can relax without fear of detection.”

With that, I jump into the arms of my Prince. We settle down into the bed and proceed to strip each other’s clothing off. We don’t fuck right away. Instead, we begin to kiss and massage each other’s favorite places.

Prince Julian has a beautiful smile. Of course, his hands are between my legs so that helps. I return the favorite by stroking off that Royal cock of his. We start to rub and play with each other faster and faster until we nearly come to a simultaneous orgasm. But at the very last moment, the Prince stops both of us.

The Royal hunk flips me onto my stomach. He gets on top of me and slowly enters me. I feel his hard cock fill me up. I grab the end of the bed and hold on as the Prince begins to fuck me like a stud.