His Royal Secret (7 page)

“Can I get you something to drink, Your Highness?” I ask as I walk over to the fridge.

“Do you happen to have any red wine?”

I open the fridge door and see half a bottle of flavored water that belongs to my roommate.

“I’m sorry, Prince Julian. I don’t have any wine.”

“Is there a wine merchant in the area?”

“Well, um, there is a liquor store one block away,” I blurt out. Damn, I wish I could take those words back. That answer sounded so tacky.

“Wonderful. Let’s take a walk around and grab a nice bottle of red wine.”

We leave the apartment and walk down the stairs. I can’t believe I am walking through a Venice Beach alleyway with the Prince of Mondorra! I usually don’t like to walk around this neighborhood at night. There has been a spike in crimes since the economy has gone down and these alleyways are not a safe place for a single gal.

We cross Ocean Boulevard and head into the Venice Beach Liquor Store. The Prince walks into the dingy liquor shop with a sense of awe and curiosity. We see a homeless guy shopping for his bum wine. The Prince pulls a couple of hundred dollar bills out of his pocket and hands them to the homeless wino.

“Oh Jesus Christ. You are an angel!” the bum says as he wraps his arms around the Prince. I see tears flowing down the homeless man’s face. All I can say is that this Prince is just getting sexier and sexier by the minute.

Prince Julian shakes the homeless man’s hand and tells him to have a “fun evening” with the money. The homeless man begins to fill his arms with three dollar bottles of fortified wine. It looks like the homeless guy is following the Prince’s orders to the letter.

I look at the red wine section. The most expensive offerings cost about $80. I’m sure the eighty dollar wine is excellent but it is certainly the cheapest bottle the Prince has seen in a while.

“How is this, Prince Julian?”

The Prince reads the label. “This will do.”

We go to the front counter. The Prince pays for the wine and we walk out. As we cross the street, I notice two guys looking at us. My intuition tells me that these guys are up to no good.

Prince Julian and myself quickly head down the alley. I look back and see the same two guys following us. “Fuck,” I say.

“Is there something wrong, Amy?”

“I believe we are being followed.”

The Prince instantly stops and turns around. What the fuck is he doing? I almost want to grab the Prince and tell him to run.

“Can I help you?” the Prince asks the men.

One of the men laughs. “What kind of faggot accent is that?” the scraggly looking guy asks. I look at them more closely. They have neck tattoos and bad skin. And they have that predatory look to them. My heart begins to pump against my chest. This is not good.

The Prince doesn’t move an inch.

“I said what kind of faggot accent is that?!” the same man asks again.

“I am from Mondorra,” the Prince says to the men in a calm and relaxed manner.

“What kind of piece of shit country is that?” the other man taunts.

“I beg your pardon?” the Prince asks in a tone that scares me.

The two men laugh and begin to mock the Prince. “Listen to this fucking homo’s accent.”

Prince Julian hands me the bottle of wine. Then he looks at the two men and says, “I don’t mind you mocking my accent. However, you will not disparage the Principality of Mondorra.”

“Oh shit. Are you fucking telling me what I can fucking say?!” one of the men says as he bumps chests with the Prince.

“Yes. And I am giving you one last opportunity to correct yourself,” the Prince says.

The first man throws a punch at the Prince. The royal stud easily avoids his attacker and executes a karate chop on the side of the man’s neck, sending him straight down to the ground.

The second man pulls out a switchblade and rushes the Prince. He swings his blade at Prince Julian and misses. The Prince puts the second man into a choke hold.

“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!” the thug pleads.

“You
can
breathe because you have enough airflow to talk,” the Prince explains. Then the royal stud chokes the man harder until his face turns blue. “Now you can’t breathe,” the Prince exclaims.

The second attacker drops to the ground. He begins to cough up blood.

Prince Julian calmly takes me and retrieves the bottle of wine.

“Are you okay, Prince Julian?” I ask.

“Yes. This has been an exciting trip to Venice Beach,” the royal stud says as he calmly walks down the alley with me in tow. Wow. Just wow. The Prince is finding new ways to make me wet!

While Prince Julian seems to be calm, cool and collected, my blood is pumping through every inch of my body. I am sexually and aggressively amped up. I do something that I thought I would never do in a million years. I grab the Prince and push him up against the wall. I pull up his shirt and just admire his strong and sleek body. I run my hands up and down his sculpted chest and abdominal muscles.

I start to lick every inch of that chest. I unbuckle the Prince’s belt and pull down his jeans. Then I yank down those boxers. I can tell right away that the Prince is pleased with my actions. I grab that royal cock and begin to stroke it. Then I take that big dick and start to gently lick the tip. I can tell right away that Prince Julian is enjoying the moment.

I slowly slide my mouth down that cock until the Prince begins to moan. Then I grab that perfect ass of his and start to give the Prince the best blowjob of his life. Prince Julian grabs my head and holds on for dear life.

“Oh Amy! Oh Amy!” Prince Julian moans as I deep throat his Royal Highness. The royal stud takes control right away. He grabs me and forces me onto my feet. The Prince strips off all of my clothes. I am standing there naked in the alley. The Prince turns me around and forces me to “assume the position.”

I feel the strong hands off the Prince move over my hips, my ass, my stomach and my tits. I purr my approval as I feel the royal hottie slowly dry hump my right butt cheek. Prince Julian kisses my neck and whispers into my ear, “I must have your body right here and right now.”

The Prince puts me in a choke hold and starts to fuck me nice and hard. I can breathe. Barely. I struggle to moan out my approval as the Prince begins to really show his rough side. I could easily say that this is the craziest fuck I’ve ever experienced.

It’s really starting to get hard to breathe. I fall on my hands and knees. The Prince pushes my head down on the alley ground as he continues to pound me from behind. I can hear police sirens blasting down Ocean Boulevard. I can hear LAPD helicopters above. It’s just another night on Venice Beach.

“Ah! Ah!” the Prince grunts as he rails me at full speed. I can feel every inch of that Royal stud. My body explodes in excitement. I scream like I am being murdered. Prince Julian’s orgasm sounds downright animalistic.

We struggle to catch our breath. As we try to recover from our alleyway humpfest, we can feel the spotlight of the police helicopter passing across our naked bodies. We quickly get dressed and scamper back to my apartment.

Prince Julian can not stop laughing. The craziness seems to have no end. When we reach the stairs to my apartment, we realize that neither of us had bothered to bring back the wine.

“All that for nothing!” I blurt out.

“Oh I think we both got a little something from that trip.”

Indeed!

We go back inside the apartment. After a quick search through the cabinets, I find a couple of bottles of Snapple Ice Tea. I get some ice from the freezer and we cool off with our refreshing yet non-alcoholic drinks. It doesn’t matter. We sit on the ratty sofa and enjoy each other’s company.

“I’m sorry that my accommodations are so disappointing, Your Highness,” I tell the Prince.

“I’m only interested in the cute girl sitting next to me in this apartment.”

Damn, this guy knows exactly what to say.

The Prince looks at me for a good long minute. He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at me. Then he takes a good long gander at the apartment. “You have been kind enough to show me your place. Maybe I should return the favor?”

“Oh, I have seen your lovely hotel accommodations, Prince Julian.”

“That’s not exactly what I am talking about,” the Prince says.

My eyes open wide. Then the Prince grabs me and says, “I haven’t had this much fun with a girl in ages. I don’t want this to end. Come with me to Mondorra. You haven’t see me at my best.”

I don’t even know what to say. My jaw drops. I just stare at the Prince like a dummy. After a few long seconds, I meekly respond, “It would be an honor.”

“Excellent. Let’s get some sleep and we’ll jet off tomorrow at noon.”

We hop into my bed. The Prince has no problem falling asleep. The same can’t be said for me. I stare at the ceiling. I listen to the police and ambulance sirens. I listen to the bums fighting just outside my bedroom window. My world is spinning.

***

I wake up to the smell of fresh-baked croissants. I open my eyes and see the Prince serving me a little breakfast in bed.

“I found a little bakery down the street. Just thought this would be a nice way to fill up our stomachs before we get on the plane,” Prince Julian tells me as he places a plate of fruit, cereal and bread in front of me.

I don’t say anything. I just give him a kiss.

My entire body is shaking. I can’t even begin to digest the emotions running through my body. I am going to see the Prince’s country! I am going on his plane! I am going to Europe! And through all of this excitement, there is one emotion running through my body - fear.

I’m scared of losing my job. I’m scared that I will disappoint the Prince once he gets to know me. I’m scared that the Prince will get bored of me and move on to someone else. Of course he will move on to someone else, he is - in the words of the media - “The World’s Most Eligible Prince.”

Just as I am about to break out into a complete fit of panic and fear, Prince Julian puts his arm around me. All the fear disperses from every pore in my body.

We finish our meal and jump into the shower. The two of us can’t help but play with each other’s bodies. I start to soap up Prince Julian’s incredible ass. He does the same to me. Then the royal hottie begins to rub me in between my legs. I instantly fall to the shower floor.

The Prince dives his head over my legs and starts to eat me out like a true artist. I grab the top of his head and push his face into me. The Prince reaches up and plays with my tits. I suck on his right index finger.

The warm water falls over our bodies as the Prince completely dominates every inch of my body. He picks me up by my hair and demands that I grab the shower head. “Yes, Your Highness,” I purr.

The Prince enters me from behind and begins to fuck me nice and hard while he pinches my nipples. I moan louder and louder. Prince Julian covers my mouth with his right hand. I can feel myself struggling to breathe.

I pick my legs up and push my ass out for the Prince. He grabs my hips and starts to rail me at full speed. My body begins to convulse. I scream from the top of my lungs as I cum as hard as I have ever cum in my life.

When the Prince is done with me, my body becomes useless. I collapse onto the shower floor and curl into the fetal position. The Prince gropes me while I try to recover from his deep dicking.

It takes me about a good ten minutes before I can make it up to my feet. I finish washing myself off and get dressed. As I put on my clothes, I realize that I’ll need to pack for the trip.