Linda Romalia was eighteen that spring and the thought of her first ball two weeks away was extremely exciting to her. Her father, the prince of the tiny kingdom of Valerno on the Italian Riviera, hadn't been with her lately. He was so busy carrying on with the works of the kingdom that he didn't have much time to spend with his beautiful wife, Rosemary Romalia, or his lovely daughter, Linda.
"Linda ... Linda..."
Her mother's voice rang out in the palace and Linda hastily put down the gown she was looking at, running from her room to the top of the circular stairway.
In the great hall far below she could see her mother standing like the beautiful princess that she was, looking up at her. Her face was upturned to the top of the staircase as she cried breathlessly. "Oh, Linda, I have done it. I have invited Count
Alex von Strahl to your graduation. After the graduation he can meet you at the ball."
Without replying, Linda ran down the stairs and followed her mother into the spacious main drawing room of the palace perched high on the mountainside. Her mother pulled off her coat, flinging it on a lavender silk seettee. Gasping her hands together she said excitedly, "He wanted to come. He actually asked me for an invitation. Isn't that wonderful!"
Linda glanced out the arched window which overlooked the sea. It was doubtful, she thought to herself, that she would ever like Count Alex von Strahl. She had seen photographs of him and knew all about his great wealth. The handsome, blonde-haired German Count would be a perfect match for her fetching daughter, her mother reasoned.
"You should be very pleased, dear," her mother declared breathlessly, "and I'm sorry that you don't express any gratitude."
Her mother, the fashion plate of the kingdom of Valerno, was a stunning woman with red-gold hair framing her famous face, which appeared in newspapers the world over.
"Tell me, dear," she smiled, "aren't you delighted?"
Slowly turning away from the window with its commanding view of the sea, she shook her head.
"I don't care," she shrugged. "If you want to invite him that's all right. But don't expect me to like him because you do. That's not fair."
Linda ran from the drawing room up the circular stairs and back to her bedroom. Her mother was upset. She had wanted to please her young daughter the princess and was disturbed. The Italian Riviera was warm and sunny this time of year, and as she stepped to the window and looked at the curving coastline, she couldn't help remember when her mother introduced her to Prince Carlo Romalia. Just then the gray-haired maid stepped in and asked her if she wanted anything.
The maid observed the expression on the princess's face.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
Turning around, Gabriella asked her, "You know the clothes I wore last summer? They arc in shreds. It'll be very warm in Italy this year. Already it's quite hot and I desperately need new clothes."
Nodding, the maid, who always agreed with her, told her she would gladly call the palace seamstress.
"Thank you," she smiled, then looked away, once more setting her eyes on the seacoast. The afternoon sunshine transformed the Mediterranean into molten silver.
It hadn't been easy, Gabriella knew, to leave the man she loved as a young girl. However, her mother had seen to it that she married well. The beautiful kingdom of Valerno was a dream come true for any woman. Newspapers the world over told about her enviable and gracious lifestyle. Now the attention was focusing on her young daughter, the Princess Linda Romalia. Linda was a fascinating girl, but she needed watching, coaching and guidance. Breathing a sigh of relief as the seamstress stepped in, she spoke with her.
"I will be needing some more clothes," she told her. "I'll be taking a trip with the prince when he returns. Now if you would bring a collection of the finest materials to the palace for my dresses, I would appreciate it. And I might select something different for my daughter. I am not certain the dress that she plans to wear to the ball we're planning is the right one."
The seamstress could see that her mistress was very much concerned with every intricate detail of her wardrobe.
"All right," she told her as she turned and left her after executing a small bow.
Rosemary went over to the great stone fireplace and looked up at the stunning portrait of herself above the white marble mantel. She couldn't help feeling pleased. All of the glamour and dignity that she had dreamed of as a young girl had come true for her. However, there was a strange feeling of fear that crept nearer her mind now. She knew very well what the prince was doing. Secretly he was selling certain paintings of the royal palace. He had to. Otherwise, they could not continue their lavish lifestyle. The high cost of everything, coupled with the small income they derived from the tiny kingdom of Valerno, made it difficult for them to continue their grand mode of living. All of this had to be kept secret. She remembered when the prince told her she couldn't have anymore clothes and that the young princess would have to be satisfied without going to the fashionable shops of Paris. She had cried at first and then became very angry. Her mind flashed back to when she told her husband she must have clothes-beautiful clothes. It was then he understood that he must secretly sell some of the treasures of the palace. All of this must be kept secret from Linda.
Now everything was going as planned. If only Count Alex von Strahl would find her fascinating and beautiful, Gabriella thought of her daughter, the princess.
In the meantime, the young princess was brooding over her mother's decision to invite the count. It angered her. At dinner that night when she sat down in the garden terrace and looked at the magnificent table before them, with its white marble top, blue china and crystal service with the lovely floral centerpiece and yellow candles nickering softly, she thought of the superficiality of it all.
"Living like this means everything to you, mother, doesn't it?" the young princess asked bluntly.
Fortunately her mother realized they were alone. She didn't want the maids to overhear them arguing.
"We must discuss this outburst later," her mother told her.
After dinner she went with her mother into the book-lined study. She knew her mother had always lived in a world of fantasy. Linda also knew that she treasured a glamorous way of life and her great houses and beautiful palace more than anything else and was prepared to protect it.
"Mother, did you ever make an inventory of everything we have here at the palace?" she smiled.
Shaking her head, her mother told her what she thought.
"A well-bred daughter never talks about such mundane matters as money," her mother cautioned.
Gabriella was becoming enraged with the way that her eighteen-year-old daughter was acting.
"You're a beautiful girl," she warned her, "and you are throwing cautions to the winds when you don't think of marrying well."
At this point in her life Princess Linda was incapable of deep feeling for anyone. Desperately she wanted an escape from the dull existence that she had been leading at her palace prison. Her father the prince had been so protective that she had never been allowed to express the passions that she sometimes felt for the charming, good-tempered young men that she would meet. She wanted everyone to love her and was anxious to find someone who could like her for just being herself. She didn't want to sail serenely through life as the glamorous, beautiful, publicized princess.
"I don't think you appreciate all your father and I have tried to do for you," her mother said, looking at her daughter, who stared at her blindly.
"You have tried to protect me for one reason alone-so I could get married and pay off all the debts of Valerno," she snapped indignantly.
Her mother glared at her in a rage.
"Debts?" her mother exclaimed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Nodding, the young princess told her that she knew.
"You and father have decided there is no other solution. Already you have started to sell some of the assets of this kingdom. Now I suppose it's up to me to bail you out. If you hadn't bought so many clothes and father hadn't gambled so much, there would be plenty of money for all of us."
The daughter looked at her mother and found her speechless.
"I don't know what you're talking about.
She gave a complacent little smile and added, "Of course it will be difficult for you both when I tell you I'm not going to bail you out by marrying anybody!"
Maintaining her demeanor, Princess Rosemary smiled without humor at her beautiful young daughter, who looked up at her as if her world was crumbling.
"We have tried to give you a good life," she told her, "and you're a very intelligent young girl, but you have a great imagination. You are imagining things if you think your father has had to sell one asset of ours."
It was a fascinating world of glamour and luxury, but to Linda it was all unreal.
"All right, dear," her mother told her, "I should leave you to your own devices. Maybe you would like to go away from the palace and live your own life."
Her mother rose dramatically from where she had been sitting in a brocade satin wing chair and left the paneled study, to where they had adjourned following dinner on the terrace. Looking into the flickering fireplace the beautiful young princess began daydreaming. She had met a charming young man and liked him very much. He had told her that he would like to meet her in a garden at the side of the palace. After they danced he had kissed her hand good-night. Her heart fluttered and that was all she could think about now. However, she knew how outraged her mother would be if she ever revealed what she was thinking about. The young man was two years older than Linda and recognized the difference in their life stations. When he touched her hand she felt a sexual electricity flash through her body. She was certain that no man could ever make her feel like he had. But she didn't even know his name. He was just another young admirer. She had seen them looking at her often, but this time she had felt something. That was the difference.
Finally Linda got up and decided to leave the study, proceeding toward her bedroom. She could hear the maids gossiping in the hallway as she climbed the staircase.
Stepping over to the window, she looked out and watched the twinkling lights of the kingdom of Valerno curving along the coast like a multi-jeweled necklace. Valerno was one of the most beautiful places in the world. She always delighted to see the fabulous view of the bay. Yet at this moment Linda wished that she could get away from it all. The heavy responsibility that weighted the young princess's shoulders troubled her.
She didn't sleep well that night. A dream of falling in a canyon kept recurring to her. This bothered and tormented her.
The next morning when the maid came in to tell her it was time for breakfast, Linda wanted to be excused. The summer winds had blown themselves out and the trees surrounding the palace were fluttering gently in the sunlight.
She eased to her feet and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains back. The blue waters illuminated under the flash of sunshine gave her new zest for life. Not wanting to make trouble for her mother, Linda recognized she had to follow her royal responsibility instead of her headstrong heart's desires.
At breakfast in the garden that morning, her mother poured tea and tried to dismiss the moment of panic that she had felt the previous night. The palace was beautiful and the huge bay windows reflected the sunlight. Sitting in the garden and facing the palace made her realize what a beautiful summer stretched out before them. The rhododendrons and the flower boxes with their yellow, pink and red flowers made her think of how tragic it would be to give it all up for anything.
"Today we are going to get you another dress for the ball." her mother smiled.
"But, mother, I don't need another one. One has already been made."
Smiling, her mother shook her head.
"We were too hasty in our decision, dear," she told her. "I think another dress I have in mind would be better for you."
It was obvious that her mother was determined to make her the most glamorous girl at the ball. It warmed her heart to think her mother was trying so hard to give her the opportunity to make a good appearance at the ball. Yet she hesitated as she thought about it. The specific reason why her mother was doing this troubled her.
"I ... I hope you're not doing this because you want me to get involved with the count," she said huskily.
Once again her mother seemed perturbed.
"I've had quite a bit of practical experience in living," her mother told her, raising an eyebrow, "and I think I know what I'm doing."
It was apparent later that day when the seamstress came to her bedroom for fittings that Rosemary Romalia was determined that her daughter, the beautiful princess, was going to make the most spectacular entrance of all at the grand palace ball following her graduation.
Linda looked hastily away, unable to hold her steady blue gaze with much bravado while her mother and the seamstress worked over every detail of her apparel. She knew very well her father the prince was cashing in assets this very moment in France so that they could hold this costly ball. She also knew how much of their future relied upon her being able to attract the handsome young count from Germany.
"I hope you don't think I'm impudent," the young princess told her mother, "but I think it's terrible that you are forcing me to bail you out."
Fortunately the seamstress and maids were gone and her mother could reply bluntly.
"Very well, Linda," her mother replied, "if you want to go out on your own and earn your living like any other girl, you can do that."
"Thank you, mother."
That was the way her mother was. Always thinking of things in extremes. She had always been so anxious to please her that now it was difficult not to comply with even this request.
"You're not accustomed to anyone defying you, are you, mother?" Linda snapped.
Rosemary nodded, hardly caring to speak at this point.
"I am used to people obeying my orders," she said breathlessly, her anger showing, "but I also expect you to understand why. It's for your own good."
Linda considered what her mother had said. She had to admit that it was the truth. She looked at the marble mantel-piece of the fireplace in the corner and at the lovely picture above it. When she was only fifteen years of age her father had commissioned one of Italy's greatest artists to paint her portrait. The artist had done a magnificent job of capturing her blonde, radiant beauty. It was this image that her mother wanted to maintain. But it wasn't real. It was the imagination of an artist captured on canvas and not the real heartbeat of a young girl seeking to find her own identity and not carry a kingdom.
That night when Linda was alone she asked if the chauffeur could take her into the village.
"Of course, dear," her mother told her. "You're not a prisoner here. Now be careful."
Linda smiled in a way that left her mother little doubt that she was perfectly capable of dealing with any situation that would develop.
"Of course, mother," she told her.
Her assurance had more authority than believability as far as Romsemary was concerned.
She told the chauffeur to watch over her.
Linda had enjoyed eluding the chauffeur when he would let her out to go shopping. Recognizing that she might be the target of kidnappers or bad company, he maintained a close vigil over her every move. However, this evening Linda was determined that she was going to meet the young man that she had seen a couple of times before. She had managed to elude the chauffeur who had kept his watchful eye posted on her until he met a female friend of his and became so absorbed in talking to her that he momentarily lost track of her. She had found an opportunity to be on her own for a couple of hours and that was the first meeting she had with a young boy she felt she loved. Because the gardener had no intention of doing anything wrong, Linda felt that she had every right to seek him out again and consider him a close friend. She remembered the little cafe where lie had been sitting when she walked by and how he had smiled and called out to her. He had been very bold but it didn't matter. He had asked quietly, almost gently, and Linda had felt the color flood her cheeks when she realized how much he obviously wanted to talk to her. She had been too stunned to speak for a moment, but when her eyes met his, her head slowly eased up toward him and she started talking. Tonight it would be a very difficult situation, she knew.
When they got to the heart of the city, she asked the chauffeur to pull over to the curb. He did so.
After she got out once he'd opened the door, he followed her. The young princess was headstrong and willful, not hesitating to tell him that she didn't want his prying eyes on her every moment.
"I wish I could have a little freedom," she told him.
Linda walked by a fashionable disco. It was here she chanced to meet her young lover again. A hungry tide of emotion swept over her. The enigmatic young man found her as appealing as ever when he saw her again.
"Do you remember me?" he smiled.
Turning around swiftly, she looked up into his eyes.
"Of course."
Linda flushed when she detected the excitement in his voice.
"Would you like to dance?" he smiled.
The chauffeur stood by watching. The light blue eyes of the princess flashed at him as he started to walk slowly toward her. It was obvious that she didn't want him to approach. The chauffeur could understand her need for friendship. He knew that her parents had kept her a virtual prisoner in the palace. He hesitated, uncertain how to proceed for a moment. But she had no intention of letting the young man slip through her fingers this time.
"Let's dance," she whispered.
A smile touched the corners of his wide mouth as he nodded. Soon they were on the dance floor together. The unpleasant events surrounding the arrival of the count from Germany and all that was expected of her seemed to fade now. She had found someone she genuinely liked.
They danced together to the wild beat of the music. The husky voice of the virile young man could not disguise the deep emotion that he refused to display.
"I'm having a good time," he told her.
The stunning aura of maleness about him, of sheer masculine vigor that seared her senses like fire and left her breathless, was unexpected, yet welcomed. The light skinned young man was not to be taken lightly. The princess knew she would have to learn to control her reactions. Warily she ventured an upward glance at him and saw a fierce frown drawing his brows together over the smoldering fire in his dark brown eyes.
"You do not care for me," he said quietly.
"Yes, of course I do."
"I sincerely hope you aren't one of those girls who thinks men are play things," he declared forcefully. "You don't think of me as a toy?"
Linda flushed indignantly, but her heart was racing, triggered by some strange chemistry this man aroused in her. She found it difficult to answer him as calmly as she would have liked.
"I enjoy being here," she said, trying hard to keep her voice steady. She could feel her body quivering dismayingly and didn't want to give him the wrong impression.
Together they danced. When the music stopped playing they looked into each other's eyes. The gaze of the princess's glittering blue eyes excited him.
"I wish I could see you again and again," he told her. His voice was quiet, but hinted at menace that frightened her.
"I ... I do, too."
"I've got to go now."
"Why?" he asked as the crushed expression in his eyes told her how harshly her words had fallen upon his ears.
"I ... I can't explain right now," she told him.
The young man stood looking at her. His cheeks flushed with the urgency of his heartbeat. It was awful to allow a stranger to have such an effect on him. He couldn't understand why she had to tear away so swiftly. It was as if he had been emotionally assaulted.
CHAPTER TWO
When Linda got into her car, the chauffeur wasted no time in quickly driving away. He could be an arrogant and disturbing man as well as forceful. It tormented her to think he was acting like this. Nevertheless, she couldn't complain.
Looking out of the car window, the deep shadows of night and the dark, winding streets reminded her of her desperate plight. Her mother Rosemary was waiting anxiously. Rosemary had forbidden her ever to become involved with someone they didn't approve of. It was tasteless and unthinkable to carry on with just anyone.
When she walked into the house she proceeded into the study. Her mother was seated in an armchair reading. The fire licking at the logs in the fireplace crackled. Turning, her mother smiled.
"Did you have a nice time this evening, dear?" she asked her daughter.
"Yes."
"Ever since you were born," her mother told her, "you have had a great future ahead of you."
Linda wanted desperately to confide in her mother. Her mother seemed to sense this and asked her young daughter to sit down as she gestured toward the armchair on the other side of the fireplace.
It was a difficult situation to live with and Rosemary knew it. She trembled at the prospect of her daughter doing the wrong thing. She knew the whole kingdom of Valerno rested on her daughter's decision.
"I understand," her mother told her, "it's hard to be confined. But a princess can't act like just anyone."
Sad-eyed now, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, beautiful princess looked into the fireplace. There was something comforting in watching the flames lick at the logs.
"I take it you found someone that you enjoyed being with tonight," her mother guessed.
Nodding, she admitted the truth.
"I went dancing tonight, mother," she said softly, "and I had the most wonderful time."
Shaking her head, she sympathized, "Poor little love. It seems like everything has been against you right from the start. Mind you, dear, it won't always be that way. But you've had to be protected. We couldn't bring you up like anybody else."
It was a difficult position to be in and live as the young princess had. Every movement of hers was carefully watched by the international press. Her mother was certain that she would find someone she thought would be better than they would. However, Rosemary tightened her mouth and spoke gravely.
"You can't do everything a commoner could," she said.
The smile on her daughter's face and the strange glittery look in her blue eyes indicated just how intensely the princess had fallen for the young man she had danced with at the disco. Rosemary blinked at her a moment, taking time to grasp the fact that her attempt to probe into her evening's activities was being met with silence.
"You can confide in me, darling," her mother told her.
"Can I?"
"Of course, dear," she smiled, placing the book she'd been reading on a marble-topped table next to her chair.
The fair-skinned, blue-eyed, blonde-haired girl had an innocent, angelic expression on her face. She'd always been obedient and quite amenable to any suggestion either her father or mother would make. However, now that she was turning eighteen and graduating, she wanted to be on her own.
"Listen to me, dear," her mother told her. "You are going to have marvelous things happen to you."
Linda looked away. The big bay window in the corner of the study provided a fantastic view of the mountainside and the coastline. She looked at the sparkling lights of the homes set in the mountain.
Whenever she was sad she could look at the lights on the mountain at night and the curving bay-front lights.
"You're going to have everything," her mother smiled. "You're going to travel, you're going to meet the famous and rich people of the world. You're going to be very popular."
Her mother's eyes glowed with the pleasure of anticipation.
"Maybe I don't want that, mother," Linda said sincerely. "Maybe I just want to meet one person I could love."
It bothered her to have her daughter speak like this. It would be vital, Rosemary knew, to speak to the chauffeur. He had functioned as a spy on the young princess for a long time. Her mother was eager to find out about this young man who'd captured the heart of her daughter.
When Linda had gone to bed, her mother called the chauffeur into the study to speak with him. For a few seconds of meaningful silence, she paused before she asked him about her daughter's evening. It was obvious that it meant an awful lot to her and she felt perhaps she should reward him. However, in their financial situation she didn't want to be overly generous.
"All right," Rosemary smiled, "you tell me all about Linda. I presume you watched her closely tonight."
The chauffeur nodded his head eagerly.
"Linda was dancing with a young man at the discotheque, he told her.
"What's his name?" Rosemary insisted on knowing.
"I didn't have a chance to find out."
Rosemary wasn't certain whether he knew the young man's name or not. She knew very well that any information she received from the chauffeur would cost her.
"You could always go back and find out, couldn't you?" she smiled. "Do you think he knows who she is?"
"Of course," he nodded. "There are pictures of the princess everywhere."
"Yes, that's true," Rosemary conceded. "Everyone knows who Princess Linda Romalia is. Her blonde beauty is unmistakable."
"She takes after her mother," the chauffeur said, moving closer to her.
On occasions when her husband had been gone the chauffeur had been a comforting presence to Rosemary.
"Yes, of course," she told him. "If you would like to check that out for me, I would make it worth your while, if you know what I mean."
The chauffeur smiled.
"I will learn all I can," he promised.
Once he had gone, she thought about the mystery of Linda finding someone that she liked at the very moment she was about to meet the count. That was just like life, she thought to herself. At the crossroads of life there was always something reaching out to pull a person back from following the path of destiny. She wasn't going to let it happen to the popular princess.
Finally Rosemary requested tea from the maid. The maid came in and brought it to her. Moving to the window she looked at the tall, wide-spreading oaks which sheltered the palace from the worst of the winds when they whipped out from the sea. The trees had formed a protective screen for the house and the rest of the estate. She remembered how she had delighted to the rose gardens and the violets that grew along the bank. What a beautiful setting she had been privileged to grow up in. Beyond the trees and hedges of the palace, on the other side of the mountain was rolling land. This was all going to be Linda's some day. For Linda and her heirs. Rosemary could imagine how beautiful the count's home in Germany must be. She had heard it was a castle that he'd inherited from the family, and that farmlands were strung through acres of magnificent countryside.
Without quite realizing how she was going to stop the princess from thinking about this young man she met at a Valerno beach-front disco, Rosemary realized she must act quickly.
The following day Princess Linda Romalia asked her mother at breakfast if she could go to the secret cove beach.
"On one condition," her mother told her quietly, "and that is that you go with the chauffeur and don't stray out of his sight. I won't have it."
"All right, mother," Linda assured her. "You don't have to worry about me."
The chauffeur was summoned to the breakfast room the moment Linda had gone to prepare for her day at the secret cove beach in Valerno Harbor.
The maid was dismissed so that lovely Gabriella could speak frankly with the chauffeur.
"I don't want the young princess to think that we are keeping her a prisoner in the palace. She has to go out and act like other girls. It is a beautiful day and I see no reason why she can't go to the beach and enjoy herself. If you would care to go along with her, that would be fine. You might enjoy getting some sunshine, too. You look rather pale."
The chauffeur nodded and smiled.
"I would enjoy some relaxation," he told her, "but I will always keep a constant vigil on Linda."
"See that you do," Gabriella warned him, a touch of nervousness in her voice.
An hour later the young princess emerged from her chauffeur-driven limousine and walked across the hot sandy beach. The chauffeur followed close behind.
"It's a beautiful day," Linda enthused, "and I'm going to have a wonderful time."
The chauffeur asked her to wait for him while he changed his clothes. Laughing as she thought about it, Princess Linda Romalia decided that she would run away and have him catch her.
She hastily hurried across the hot beach. Her sandals slipped and she removed them so she could run quicker.
Finding a secret cove, she waited. Just as she was about to run she spotted a naked young man stretched out on the beach. She had never seen a naked man before and she was fascinated by him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as he put his hands behind his head, and didn't bother to cover himself.
"Why don't you have your clothes on?"
He smiled as he looked up at her.
"A lot of people like to swim naked. There's nothing wrong with that."
When Linda stared at the size of his cock which was mushrooming quickly between his legs, she almost wanted him to touch her. Linda was aware of all of the possibilities and knew what might happen if she paraded her hot little body in front of a horny young man. She knew she would put ideas in his mind. Yet she wanted him. In a way it was like a little game. It was a game of life. A game she felt excited about. She had to make up her own mind. Linda was tired of being kept a prisoner in the palace. She wanted to respond physically and emotionally. If she could just find out for one moment what other girls knew about-her life could be different. She might even bring the entire situation of loneliness to a point where she could find peace of mind.
Slowly she slid out of her tight-fitting white bikini. She laid her beach towel out beside the young man as he turned to look at her. He seemed to come sexually alive. The only problem was the princess felt the same kind of sexual arousal. She wanted to reach out and touch him. Yet she was a good girl, wasn't she? Why did feelings like this swirl through her mind, tugging at her body? Did she want him to make love to her? Did she want him to ravage her body, to have sex with her? It bothered and tormented her. The princess was becoming ever more confused. It was almost as if she had taken some kind of a sexual drug that was dictating her feelings. She could feel the changes within her as she lay there naked. The princess's body was blossoming into that of a full-fledged woman. With that transformation a world was dawning entirely apart from the existence that she had known. She was maturing rapidly. Her breasts had swelled into their present voluptuous state almost overnight. Her vagina seemed to be calling for something, begging to be opened up. Placing those feelings beside her, she looked at her potential lover. She felt as if she would go out of her mind. She had to get a grip on herself. Linda tried to remain as cool and calm as possible as she closed her eyes, basking in the glorious sunshine. Her mind raced back to the chauffeur. She knew how outraged her mother would be in her place.
The naked, young man looked at Linda's ripe, fresh bosoms. The slick lotion that Linda had swept over the surface of her naked body glistened under the radiant sunshine. As she threw her head back, he could see her blonde hair falling about her shoulders in splashes of curls.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" he asked as he glanced down at his huge, throbbing prick.
"Should I be?"
She decided that the best thing she could do was go ahead with the plan that she had set in motion. No one would ever know. Naked now, he couldn't recognize her as the beautiful Princess Romalia. If he wanted to take her-he could have her. Linda knew that she was a bright, sensual young woman. She had everything going for her. She just had to remain cool and see what would happen. Linda had to have faith in herself; she had to feel confident. Ridding herself of fear, she lay there, proud and anxious.
If he wanted her badly, he would make love to her. That was what she wanted. She wasn't a baby any longer. She could feel the tremors of womanhood fluttering in her naked bosoms now.
If anything was right, this was it. His response was instant. His throbbing cock jumped to immediate attention.
"What do you want?" he smiled at her.
Linda raised one leg, exposing the hair along her dampening vagina.
"You," she whispered.
He almost jumped out of his skin as he looked at her. He knew that she was a young teenage girl, and for a fleeting second he was afraid. But as he gazed long and fixedly at her naked body, the sound of fear in his mind went silent, All he could hear was the beat of his heart as he felt hot for her. "You mean I can have you?" he smiled.
Linda was silent now. She knew that he wanted her and she wasn't going to say another word. It wasn't going to be much longer before her patience would pay great dividends. She was eighteen and had every right to let that spark ignite in her body. Deep down within her a warm, glowing sensation made her desire him. She felt the woman in her longing to be brought forth, to be allowed to blossom into maturity.
The princess had mixed feelings about her own development into a woman. She didn't want to do it too fast or too slow. Yet she didn't want to be different from everyone else. Linda felt somehow everything was governed by unseen and unknown forces. Maybe her life was already cut out for her. Maybe it was ridiculous to make decisions for herself. Perhaps the path of destiny would pull her along. The young girl , wasn't sure-she was confused now. It was hard being a princess. It was not easy growing up with strict parents. Parents who'd always told her to hold back, to keep her potential locked up.
The girl wanted desperately to break free. like a butterfly soaring into the sky with her new wings, she needed freedom. She couldn't disregard her upbringing as royalty. Her conscious mind, her morals, and all the things that had been instilled within her ever since she had grown up in the kingdom of Valerno swept into her mind. Yet she was not going to let her freedom be lost in her regal station in life. The freedom to feel as any other young girl would naturally feel. Being a virgin had no virtue anymore. Desperately she wanted to have someone make love to her.
Now the young man was moving closer on his beach towel. Somehow she felt trapped, yet she knew she had to take a chance. She had to bring her feelings out in the open and let them surface at last.
"You sure you don't mind?" he smiled at her.
Shaking her head, she looked at his crotch. Linda could see his balls wiggling as he reached to massage them. He then placed his hand on his throbbing cock and began slowly pulling up and down on his penis. Linda was quite surprised at the wondrous powers of her femininity, her magic abilities she had hardly discovered, much less exploited in the cloistered life that she had led. Linda felt as if she had found a whole new set of abilities and strength she never before knew she had. She was stimulated with the exciting revelation of her impending womanhood at that erotic moment under the blazing sun on the hot sandy beach. Waves of pleasure tingled in her belly and she could feel a prickly heat rising between her nakedly splayed thighs like the hot flame of a furnace. The princess's naked young body convulsed spasmodically as the naked man beside her rolled over on top of her. He was down there now around her crotch, as his tongue hotly laved the sweet-smelling furrow of her cuntal moistness. Dewdrops of her own moisture already lined the ragged lips of her vagina and he could taste their perfume-like pungence with his tongue tip as he worked it between the undulations of her pussy and into the tight sheath of her cunt.
Linda tremored, squirming as though someone were tickling her with a large fuzzy feather, tormentingly playing it over her loins, arousing her mercilessly until her body burned with the flames of new-found passion. Her skin flushed with pinkness and a misty sheen of perspiration glistened on her naked flesh. She didn't try to resist him. It was futile to call for help, for she was being plunged into her own passionate desires.
His lips left the moist flesh of her vagina and she was shamed beyond belief as she heard the slurping sound emanating from her own vaginal slit and as she looked down her eyes widened at the sight of his manhood, jutting out between his legs.
"No, no, I won't let you! Please, no!"
Yet as she felt the delicious sensations whirling through her body she couldn't resist him. She knew in her private thoughts that she had begged for this, and that she deserved whatever the horny, naked young man did to her. But far more important, she knew she wanted it. The princess's own body had mutinied and was hotly aroused and squirming with carnal desires that she had never before experienced-the passionate stirrings of the real woman inside of her.
He knelt between her legs and pushed her thighs up and back until her knees crushed the soft, girlish peaks of her breasts. He could look down now and see all of her naked enticement-the moist, lightly fringed slit of her pussy, her quivering pink lips palpitating with teenage excitement, tiny beads of moisture lined the small, hair fringed furrow. Further still beneath it he could see the tightly puckered ring of her anus. The suntanned boy on the beach levered the princess, resting his weight on his hands and kissed her arousedly on the lips.
Linda resisted for only an instant. There was no more pretense. All of a sudden his tongue surged between her tiny white teeth and into her mouth. She sucked and pulled on it and threw her arms around his neck in an embrace of desperate desire.
The princess knew she wanted his cock in her. She'd never known the feeling, yet she craved it ravenously as though somehow the desire for a man was inborn, genetically transmitted. Linda couldn't look up at him in her shameful desire, her blue eyes hardly more than tear-stained slits as she felt his sensuous lips once more circling her firm, tender young breasts.
All at once she felt her own hot nipples harden as his mouth caressed her naked white flesh. The suntanned, muscular young man let his teeth grate gently over the crinkly budding hardness of Linda's nipples. Squirming excitedly under him she whimpered with girlish excitement.
At this point he moved his pelvis around, his loins grinding arousedly against the upturned, virginal softness of her crotch. His cock squirmed into the pink, hair-fringed slit of her cunt and she whimpered excitedly as the lust-bloated head of his erection rubbed enticingly over the budding hardness of her sensitive clitoris.
She bit into the flesh of her lower lip, stifling a cry of shame and bewilderment that filled her anguished young soul. Her mind staggered under the intensity of what she was experiencing. Vividly she recalled the many times her mother had told her how important it was that she remain a virgin until marriage. Yet it was happening and she could hardly stand it. Her body was being bombarded with a million volts of sexual electricity.
The naked young man's words seemed to come from her ears from great distance, words that formed strangely from sounds until finally she understood what he was telling her.
"Put it in," he told her. "Reach down there and put my prick between your legs. Shove it right in your pussy. I don't want any questions about who did it later."
It was easy for the princess to see that she had to assume the responsibility for what was happening. Her hand moved of its own accord down over the smoothness of her belly, across the fleecy softness of her vagina and with trembling fingers she lightly encircled the lust-swollen head of his cock in her grip. His penis was huge. How could any woman take that thing into a tiny virginal orifice?
The smooth-skinned young man's cock throbbed and pulsed in her grip as if it were alive. The huge, blue-veined immensity of it almost frightened her. Linda hesitated and his words became more intense, more urgent, responding to the demands of his own carnal lusts.
"Don't play any games with me," he told her. "You know you want it."
Vividly aware that he must not force himself on her he again told her to plunge it in herself.
He was leering at her now, his breath coming in heavy gasping lungfuls.
"No, please, please don't force me."
At this point he laughed aloud.
"You expect me to fall for that? All right, I'm gonna show you what I mean by getting fucked."
CHAPTER THREE
He reached down between her trembling thighs and grabbed his hugely erect cock, pushing it up between the rubbery flange-like ridges of her cunt until she felt the tight, moist opening starting to give way.
The naked, suntanned, young, muscular man on the beach could feel the young girl's pussy lips flowering hotly around his cock in a last gesture of lewd invitation. He shoved into her with all of the strength of his manhood.
"You're nice and tight," he smiled as his powerful cock shoved heatedly into the incredibly tight, velvety sheath of her pussy.
Linda was dripping wet already, her juices lubricating his forceful entry. He was able to drive into her with a hard, insistent jab. Tensing underneath him like an electric wire had been touched to her loins, a weird gurgling noise escaped from her throat. He pushed the throbbing, blood-engorged head of his prick far up into her quaking belly with a single, skewering thrust. There was a painful resistance as he entered her. But his rigid penis broke through almost without hesitation. Her virginity was destroyed, tattered as surely as her honor with a single, deep-thrusting impalement of his cock between her upturned thighs.
The young princess was gasping for air. She couldn't even cry out, her eyes bulging in their sockets from the excruciating pain of his ravishing entry.
"Ahhh," she gasped, "please, take it out. Stop it. I can't stand it!"
There was no possibility of that happening now. He was enjoying this too much. His eyes fell on the smooth, inviting flesh of her slender thighs. He looked at her soft, young breasts. He was fucking her sharply now. His stiff, hard prick was up there between her legs and he was going to fuck her like crazy and not stop until his hot cum sloshed in her teasing little belly.
His thrusts were deep, hurtful and vicious. With every backward movement of his desire-driven erection, he pulled his cock almost entirely out of her cuntal sheath, stretching the fleshy lips of her cunt and leaving just the thick purplish head of his penis inside of her cuntal slit.
Grunting and with renewed energy he would drive forward with incredible strength, ramming wetly into the tight, gripping depths of her pussy, shoving the delicate pink flesh aside in huge rippling waves until his pelvis collided with a wet smack against the frail softness of her nakedly upturned crotch.
His balls slapped into the smooth, hairless crevice of her ass cheeks, with a resounding noise that made her shameful humiliation more intense. Salty tears blurred her vision and he appeared to Linda as a shape hovering above her, grunting, moaning with uncontrolled passion.
The princess's pain from his cruel, one-thrust deflowering was gone. At this moment a more frightening pain, the knowledge of her love juices flowing hotly and that he had turned her into a sex-hungry female, a receptacle for his spent lust. Even worse than that was the fact that the princess knew she loved it. Every single, deep plowing thrust of his huge gleaming pecker up between her trembling thighs brought her that much closer to the moment she knew was inevitable. That wild, screaming pinnacle of her womanhood, her first orgasm!
Linda's knees were nearly doubled back and her breasts were crushed beneath her legs. Tiny wisp-like emanations of pleasure rose from the roughly smashed little buds of her nipples as the hardness of her upper thighs lasciviously rubbed them into full erection. She could feel them throb with expectant desire as her legs moved over them in rhythm with his deep-thrusting strokes.
At this point a chant poured from his trembling lips like a warm gurgling liquid. His deep, driving thrusts had transformed her from a normal, healthy young princess into a shuddering sex slave, eager to do his wanton bidding, whatever the demand or price.
The beautiful blonde princess's head tossed from side to side, as he went on ramming in. Her hair flailed about her face, tossing in a golden halo of luxuriant locks. The cords in Linda's neck stood out prominently as she gasped and choked from his deep-skewering thrusts.
She rose higher and higher with every impaling lunge of his cock, both physically and mentally, straining upward to meet his pleasure-giving thrusts, peaking emotionally, her passion swelling to a shuddering climax.
All the time above her long, lithe nakedness she could hear him bleating in her ear like a love-sick animal, his breath coming in frantic gasping moments. His maddened rhythm slowed down, his frenzied, lustful jabs became a slow, sensuous tempo of thick, blood-engorged cock thrusts that were spearing into her very depths.
The princess's cuntal grip tightened around his rigidity. Now the two of them were working together as one, their limbs entwined, their bodies grinding against each other until they glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration.
She loved the thrilling moment that had come to her at last. The princess's arms were locked around her lover's back, and her long, slender legs wrapped around his hips as she fought to pull him even deeper up between her thighs, into the swirling heat of her loins.
Opening her eyes, she could see the crooked grin of conquest on his lips. The princess knew she was utterly and completely his. It was exciting to be a man's love slave.
The naked young man's rhythmic, undulating thrusts were driving her insane. For an instant she thought of the chauffeur. What if he should come and find her being fucked like this? Her heart raced rapidly as these fears haunted her. But at this instant she wanted nothing more than the hard, pounding tempo he had begun with. Linda knew she needed it. She needed it hard, harder!
"Do you like it, little girl?" he smirked, his breath hot on her cheeks.
"Don't stop, don't stop! Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she cried out unashamedly.
He grinned widely.
"That's just what I wanted to hear!"
The rebellious nature of the princess had surfaced at last. The cloistered life within the confinement of the palace had become boring and tiring for her. She had watched other young people cavorting on the hot sandy beaches of the tiny principality of Valerno. She had imagined what it would be like to go and live life as any other young girl could. He didn't know who she was, and that was what made it all the more exciting, all the more stimulating. There was no doubt left in her lover's mind that Linda was totally defeated. like all women, he felt she had to give in to him.
Linda didn't care what he did. He could hurt her, he could tease her. She wanted him. He could be the dominant one, the powerful one because he possessed the ability to hurt her with lust.
He thrust into her with long, rapid lunges that seemed certain to bring him to climax in a moment. Linda was impaled helplessly, completely wrapped around his deep-thrusting member until she felt as if she was nothing but an extension of his loins.
The princess's hands grasped his shoulders. Her nails ripped into his back as he fucked her, and she left red welts across his flesh as she gasped hysterically, her entire body throbbing with enraptured desires.
All at once she moaned animalishly as her womb flowered around his deeply probing cock and the gush of her love juices bathed his erection, flowing hotly from the ragged pink lips of her cunt. It was like dipping his cock in a boiling pool of hot honey. The princess was almost there, almost there!
Suddenly she tensed convulsively and the air burst from her lungs. Linda's back arched incredibly and lifted them both off the sand and her toes curled tightly against the soles of her bare feet.
At this point she knew that she was there. She kicked high in the air above her, her fist pounding on his back.
"Yes, ohhh ... I'm cumming! I'm cummming!"
The naked young man barely managed to stay astride the beautiful blonde as she squirmed and wriggled under him like an eel out of water.
His deep thrusts did not stop and each one brought another gurgling cry of passionate pleasure to her trembling lips.
A crisscrossed web of welts were on his back as the princess's nails ripped in frustration until finally she had achieved her climax and was falling deliciously into the whirling maelstrom of orgasmic sensations.
All at once her lover coughed and gasped a curse as his loins began to throb and pound hard against the sensitive flesh of her crotch. His lust-bloated balls filled with the passion-heated thickness of his cum emptied in a gushing spurt of white-hot liquid that raced along the gleaming wet shaft of his prick, seeming to hesitate for an instant as it reached the knobbish head.
From the farthest depths of her belly she was aiming, too. It excited her to feel his spurting load emptying in bullet-like ripples of sticky semen, flooding her, oozing from around the impaling thickness of his prick.
The princess tensed, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion as it seemed her whole insides were splashed with the hot, gushing wetness of his juicy orgasm.
"Ohhh, it's so much," she gasped. "You're filling me up."
Her peak of passion had been scaled. At this instant she was tumbling downhill rapidly into the depths of shame and humiliation at the wanton sexual acts that she had committed on the beach under the blazing sun.
Instantaneously hot tears stained the princess's eyes until no more would come. She felt even greater shame at the lurid slurping noise her own vagina made as he pulled his prick from between her legs.
If he had any idea of the risk that he was taking in having sex with her. she knew that he never would have touched her naked body. But it bothered her when he just grinned at her and got to his feet.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked.
Reaching for his swim trunks, he slipped into them. Picking up his towel he tossed it over his shoulder. Looking down at her he couldn't help admit she was but a child. But it made no difference-he had to fuck her. Smiling self-consciously he told her, "Thanks. I enjoyed myself."
He turned and walked away.
"Please," she called out, "talk to me."
He didn't look back. He just kept walking away.
All at once she was left alone in the sunshine. Tortured by what had happened, the young girl knew she had to wash herself off in the sea.
Getting to her feet she ran to the water. It was cold but it didn't make any difference. Plunging into the water completely naked, the blonde young princess swam out to sea. Then the chauffeur came around the bend of the cove where she had vanished about an hour before. He looked at her with alarm as he saw her swim suit lying on a towel. But she was going so far out into the blue sea that he didn't pay any attention to that. Rushing toward the water he called out, "Come back here-come back!"
There was a sound of desperation in his voice that teased and pleased the princess. She looked over her shoulder and saw him moving fearfully toward her. A strange and sudden urge to entice him engulfed her. Maybe she could discover what it would be like to have sex with him, too.
"Catch me if you can," Linda called lustfully.
The chauffeur laughed heartily, shaking his head.
"No, you come back here."
She couldn't help wonder why he was laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, really," the chauffeur sputtered, still laughing.
It was the mental picture that he had of her, naked, that made him feel edgy and nervous. He had seen her developing as a young girl and couldn't help admiring her. He'd seen the sensuous cleavage of her beautiful bosoms and had wished for the opportunity to look at her nipples. But at this moment he was careful not to say anything.
"Come back here or you're gonna drown yourself," he told her.
"That would be fantastic," the princess exclaimed exuberantly as she continued swimming.
The chauffeur knew what he had to do. Breathing a nervous sigh, he was determined not to let her escape. Plunging in the water of the blue Mediterranean he swam forward. It was surprising to the princess to see what an excellent swimmer he was.
"You can't touch me," she laughed as he came closer.
As the sun flashed through the clear blue waters, he could see her naked bosoms with their taut red nipples. It was getting him aroused just looking at her.
"Why do you look at me like that?" the princess smiled.
"I hope you realize I'm going to tell your mother about this," he began.
"How do you feel about travel?" the princess laughed, paying no attention to what he was saying.
"I like to travel."
"I love it, too," she laughed. "Wouldn't it be exciting if we took a trip to Paris together? I have the money and you have the car."
He nodded and told her. "Okay. So now you are making it difficult for me. I would never do anything that would displease your parents. Can't you realize you're a princess?"
Flipping over in the water the nubile young princess exposed her naked body to his eyes.
"A princess is a human being," she said, caressing her naked bosoms under the sun.
She had a flare for the dramatic that bothered him.
"I hope it doesn't inconvenience you," she smiled, "but I'd like to lie here and soak up the sunshine."
It was obvious to the chauffeur that she was teasing him. The chauffeur's cock throbbed in his crotch as he looked at her. The young blonde laughed warmly and brushed her hair from the sides of her face as she began floating on her back. He couldn't help glancing down between her legs. He could see the matted wet blonde hair of her pussy.
"Are you trying to ... to...? "
She nodded and smiled knowingly.
"Thanks," he said, "I can manage without you. Now you get back to shore."
The blonde princess managed a thin smile.
"Don't you find me appealing?" she asked, somewhat irritated that he wasn't responding the way she expected him to.
Indignantly he shook his head. "I find your display of nudity unforgivable," he told her. "You're a princess and you've forgotten it."
She paid no attention to him. Linda swung over on her stomach and began going back to the shoreline. But as the horny chauffeur looked at the beautiful curving ass cheeks of the princess he couldn't help smiling. He imagined what a fantastic thing it would be if he could ever have sex with someone so gorgeous.
At the same instant as the sun glistened on her naked young buttocks he imagined what it would be like to perform anal intercourse on the princess. But such thoughts had to be erased from his mind, he knew. He began swimming swiftly toward shore, trying his best to calm himself down. He didn't want the princess to see his erection in his tight-fitting swim trunks as he emerged from the water.
The princess darted naked from the shoreline and sprinted over to her beach towel. She spread out on the towel and looked at the chauffeur playfully when he came out of the water. Sure enough, he had the same hard-on between his legs. It was giving her a feeling of power just looking at him like this.
"What's the matter?" she asked as she put her hands behind her head and looked up at him innocently, lying there stark naked in the blazing Mediterranean sunshine.
For a moment the chauffeur was left without words. Dropping to his knees he handed her the bikini that she had brought with her.
"Put this on," he commanded.
"Why?" she asked. "Other people swim naked at the beach."
When the chauffeur knelt beside the princess she looked at his legs. Her eyes stared at his huge, bulging crotch. His white skin contrasted noticeably with the coppery glow of her tanned skin.
"Why don't you get more sunshine?" the princess giggled.
The chauffeur knew that he would be punished if he ever dared touch her physically. However, he could not keep his eyes off her. The danger that he felt inside of him seemed to trigger his erotic responses all the more.
At this point Linda was determined she was going to turn him on. Lustfully she looked between his legs.
"Why do you look at me like that?" he demanded.
She only smiled, and then, with her heart racing rapidly from a combination of frustration and nervous tension, she rolled over on her stomach.
Glancing over her shoulder she asked him, "Why don't you rub my back?"
The chauffeur's jaw fell as he looked at her. He burst into laughter and shook his head. It made her feel angry to think that he would defy her.
"I want you to do as I tell you," she insisted.
Before he could respond, Linda rolled over. Perhaps, she figured, the sight of her naked breasts would attract him.
He couldn't control himself any longer. The chauffeur's balls became bloated with white sperm begging for immediate release. He let his long fingers reach down to pinch her taut nipples. The greater the force that his commanding fingers brought to bear against the pink warmth of her nipples, the greater the degree of prickly pain sensation that reeled through the princess's naked body.
At this point she was anxious to see what he looked like. Reaching for his hands, she guided them down to the slick inner confines of her excited vagina. She watched as his fingers found their way to the budding node of her clitoris. As the tempo developed she parted her firm legs and continued experiencing the lewd bliss of searing contact with her wet, warm pussy, which was ready to explode at any instant.
Once more the princess closed her eyes and this time his fingers continued sliding inside of her.
"Take off your swim suit," she whispered.
His eyes looked down at her now. He was almost trembling with desire. Reaching down, he gripped her firm, white breasts. He squeezed them with relentless desire, pinching her taut pink nipples.
"I've got to have you," he told her.
His face reddened as he realized he couldn't withstand the passionate feelings he felt within him any longer.
"I want you ... I want you," she whispered. "I need to be loved. I want to be loved. I want to have your hot, hard prick inside me."
Dreamily she looked up when the chauffeur got to his feet and peeled off his tight-fitting swim suit. Now he stood beside her completely naked. He had a hairy body and was completely different from the naked young man that she had just finished enjoying so much. Reaching up, she boldly gripped his long, sturdy penis.
"You're fascinated by it," he smiled.
He lay beside the princess on her beach towel. She began gently stroking his cock.
"Yes," she whispered, "I enjoy watching it come to life."
She slid down between his quivering thighs as he parted his legs wider to give her easy access to his crotch. Linda clasped his throbbing penis in her hands as he watched. Then he felt her head moving lower, trailing hot, moist kisses over his penis tip. He looked at her as her tongue flicked back and forth in tiny invitations. Her breath was coming hotter now as she looked up at him anxiously.
"You want to eat it?" he smiled, his eyes feasting on the sight before him.
"Yes," the young princess whispered, letting her lips slip over the knobby head of his thick penis.
"Suck me," he told her.
His lewd, lascivious words made the princess tremble with a strange, wanton desire. The degradation of the act that she was about to perform excited and stimulated her. All shame, guilt, fear and disgust were dissipated in the bliss that she felt at this erotic moment. Her own flaming desire aroused her completely.
"Yes, yes," she moaned as she pulled her mouth off his cock a moment.
This got the chauffeur upset.
"Don't do that," he told her as he reached down to grip her head and guide her lovingly over his penis.
Slowly she eased her mouth down over his throbbing, long prick meat. "Go on," he told her.
Her hands slipped under his buttocks as he thrust upward. She stared with lusty excitement at his huge prick. As he pumped up she could see the tiny puckered nether ring of his anus. For an instant she tried to push away, but the chauffeur flexed his hips and drove his huge rod deep inside her mouth. She felt the hard, rubbery head of the chauffeur's thick cock sliding against her throat. For an instant she thought she would choke. She drew a deep breath.
"Go on and suck me," he pleaded.
With sudden, almost brutal lust, he rammed forward, shoving his cock deep into her throat. He rammed in with savage, unmerciful force. She wondered how much she could stand of this.
"Grab my ass," he told her.
He flexed his buttocks, driving his invading prick deeper into the velvety warmth of her mouth.
"Suck me," he told her, "suck!"
She wanted to scream out, but the chauffeur's big cock was in her mouth now, forcing her words to die, gurgling in her throat. The princess's face was contorted not only in agony, but in shame and humiliation. She was his sexual slave. The chauffeur reached out to clutch her head savagely as his hips thrust forward, driving his prick deeper into her throat. The pressure of his straining thighs thrusting forward excited her.
"I want you to eat me," he exclaimed. "Suck me. Keep sucking me."
He was actively encouraging her and she could feel his hairy, swelling balls banging against her lips as he continued drilling her face. His thrusting, forward, great sawing strokes excited her even as they almost choked her. He was making bestial sounds deep in his throat as his fleshy pole continued its forward invasion, driving down her throat with one lunge after the other.
She held his sweaty, slick buttocks in her hands as he sank every last inch of his thick cock into her throat.
Her mouth worked harder and faster on his glistening prick. She sucked it wildly. His hips churned in wild abandon on the beach. His fingers worked convulsively in her corn-silk hair. At this moment he was building close to orgasm. His balls smacked loudly against her lips as he rammed without mercy.
"I want you to eat it," he demanded. "I want you to suck every drop of it."
His thick pubic hair tickled her nose as she felt him ram it in all the way.
"Eat it," he gasped as he lustfully fucked her face. "All of it!"
Then, as he massaged her breasts, the chauffeur told her to slip her mouth off his cock. Opening her mouth she let his penis tip slide outside.
"Now go down there and lick my balls," he insisted.
Linda let her mouth travel to his testicles. Soon she was sucking on his balls. Releasing his hot nuts she nibbled, sucked and licked to the top of his turgid cock once more. Hastily sliding her mouth over his shaft, Linda began sucking hungrily. She could taste his sperm starting to cum.
"Ohhh, yes," he panted as he pumped his steaming organ down her throat.
To her amazement, the young princess discovered she enjoyed the sensation of his huge prick gliding back and forth across her throat. The musky scent of his crotch ignited her sexual imagination. Her hands reached for his sinewy buttocks. She could feel every thrust of his prick as she clasped his pumping behind. The chauffeur gasped, "Ohhh, suck me, suck me."
Her head quickly bobbed up and down his throbbing, long penis.
"You're a mighty good cock sucker, princess," he panted.
CHAPTER FOUR
It wasn't enough that the princess learned to suck the chauffeur's cock. He wanted her to finger fuck his ass-hole as well.
"Slip your finger up my ass," he told her.
Parting the chauffeur's ass cheeks, Linda let her finger surge up his tight anus.
"Yes," he gasped as he pumped his rigid manhood down her throat, never taking his eyes off her bobbing blonde head. "Keep your lips fastened on my prick," he warned her. "I'm almost ready to explode."
It was a strange sensation of weird desire, but Linda knew she was eager to taste him. She wanted to accept his thick, creamy cum load as he shot his wad in her mouth.
"Suck me, suck me," he gasped as he pumped it to her.
Gripping her head, he held her pinned over his penis.
"Milk it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Milk my prick with your mouth."
Closing her eyes, the young princess tightened her sensual lips around his prick and milked him.
"Ohhh," he exclaimed passionately, "suck me off. Swallow me."
She pulled her finger from his ass-hole, cupping his ball sac in her hands and squeezing as she finished tasting the delicious sperm that shot like a bullet down her throat.
As he watched her enjoying the taste of his thick white juice, he was pleased beyond anything he'd ever known before.
"Ohhh, suck me, suck me," he panted as he suddenly threw his legs over her naked shoulders, pumping his manhood in her face.
When he had finished unloading, he told her to lap it up. The delicious thrill that tingled through the princess's excited body as she finished eating his prick indicated to him that she was a much wilder woman than she cared to admit. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked up at him with a newfound knowledge.
"You ... you forced me to do this," he reminded her as he was jolted back to the reality of her position as a princess and his position as that of a chauffeur.
Shaking her head, Linda told him not to worry about it.
"I told you I wanted it," she giggled.
She gripped his cock once more and took the whole purplish head in her mouth, closing her lips around it and sucking hard until he became erect again. He gasped with the wildly erotic sensation as she began sliding her mouth up and down his penis.
"Ohhh, stop it, stop it," he told her as the lascivious sensations shot through his body. "Here it comes," he exclaimed, unable to hold back any longer. "Come on, suck it now. Eat that thing up," the chauffeur gasped excitedly.
His sperm filled her mouth, dripping from the corner of her lips, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed his hot semen.
Unconsciously the princess relaxed the muscles of her throat as his stone hard cock slid easily into the clinging channel. Lubricated by her own saliva until her throat gripped his throbbing erection, he continued jabbing it.
Once he'd finished exploding, he pulled out slowly. Looking at her, he smiled.
"You like sucking cock."
It was amazing to the chauffeur how much she enjoyed satisfying him. She had licked his cock hotly with her tongue swirling around the tip of it, and when he saw her lewdly bobbing head as she knelt over him, he realized that she was only a young girl and he was a man who had taken advantage of her. But it didn't matter now as he realized it was worth it. Mumbling something as he got to his feet, he told her, "Just don't tell anybody. You did want it."
Getting to her feet, Linda's fingers lightly stroked the passion-distended orbs of his testicles, squeezing them tenderly as she looked into his eyes. Evasively the chauffeur looked away.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness," he told her.
But the princess only shook her head, throwing her naked body against his, crushing her great bosoms across his chest.
"But I begged for it," she whispered.
That evening when she was home with her mother, it was obvious that the princess had to go through with the marriage. Her mother didn't hesitate to tell her much more than she'd ever known before about the contemplated match.
"I was delighted to hear that the count liked your photographs," she smiled.
Nervously, the young princess turned to her mother.
"Have you been sending him pictures of me?"
"Why, dear, he asked for some pictures of you. It was a great compliment."
It was apparent to her mother the peevishness in her young daughter's voice indicated how little social position meant to her.
"Sometimes I think you don't appreciate your social stature," her mother complained.
She gave a complacent little smile as she added, "Ii would be difficult for a girl of your upbringing to leave this world of glamour and luxury. Don't think you could take yourself off the scene."
What her mother said was true. Linda knew that it would never be easy to leave the life to which she was accustomed.
"I'm still hungry," she said plaintively. "I'm always hungry."
Her mother told her immediately what she thought.
"You eat far too many of those rich meals when you are out. You must diet a little when you're at home."
This bothered Linda. She liked eating and at the same time wanted to preserve her glamorous figure. But it was difficult, very difficult when she enjoyed tasting the delicious food at parties as much as she did. Going to the window, she looked out once more at the seacoast. She wondered where her lover was that she'd met in the afternoon. Did he have a house on the beach? Was he a poor man? Or was he a rich man? She paused for a moment as she reflected on this. It really didn't matter, for she had enjoyed him. That was all she needed to know.
Linda laughed at what her mother would think. If she had any idea that she had carried on with the chauffeur and with a commoner she'd met on the beach, she would be outraged and lock her in her room.
"What are you thinking, dear?" her mother asked as she walked over to her daughter and stood beside her at the window, looking out at the quiet seacoast.
Turning, she looked into her mother's eyes. Linda had been extremely fond of her mother, but she couldn't imagine following in the dull, boring life that she had lead. While it was a pleasure to go to the various social functions, she still preferred being free.
"Listen to me," her mother told her quickly, "you have no right to rebel. We've given you everything that you could ask for."
The same thoughts had been running through Linda's head. She didn't hesitate to tell her, "Yes. You and father have done everything. But maybe I would be happier if I had grown up like anybody else."
Shaking her head, her mother gestured around the large drawing room.
"The palace is packed with treasures and they will all be yours someday."
Linda didn't hesitate to tell her mother what she thought about that.
"I'm not interested in treasures."
"I sometimes wonder if they mixed up the babies at the hospital," her mother said in a regal manner.
Going over to the walls which were lined with paintings, Linda didn't hesitate to say what she was thinking.
"It's tiresome looking at all of these paintings. I get confused between a Titian and a Rembrandt. What difference does it make?"
Her mother gave her a look as if she had spoken words of blasphemy.
"Listen," she began firmly, smiling all the while as she tried to appeal to her sense of beauty. "You wouldn't look so beautiful if you had to go out and work like everyone else. You have everything in the world to live for, and don't you ever forget it."
Her mother paused, and then an alert look surfaced in her eyes.
"Linda, why can't you and I ever see things the same way?"
"What do you ... mean, mother?" the princess inquired.
"I mean why can't you appreciate what I do? I have developed a royal taste for the better things in life."
Linda was very still now. Then she said, "Are you suggesting that I can't appreciate the better things in life?"
Knowing how much beautiful clothes, fine paintings, silver, and magnificent chinaware meant to her mother, Linda understood.
"I'm going to bed," she told her daughter.
As her mother left the drawing room, Linda walked over to the window. She looked out at the darkening sky. The stars twinkled above the palace and the moon was not visible. Then she had a sudden vision of the blue sea, the blazing sunshine on the beach. She remembered the sound of the waves breaking against the rocks. But more than that she remembered the naked young man who had come to her. The man who had drawn her out sexually. All of these thoughts whirled through her mind. Linda knew what her mother would be doing. She would be giving a ball at the palace and would invite all the most eligible young men from all over Europe. Yet she knew the one that her mother had selected. Linda was lost in one of her flights of imagine. Maybe she would find someone else she could love. She certainly couldn't marry the chauffeur.
Finally Linda turned and the dream faded as she walked across the drawing room into the spacious hallway and up to her room. As she ascended the circular staircase she looked at the chandelier hanging in the center of the room. It was very elegant and beautiful. Suddenly an uncomfortable feeling swept over her. Perhaps if she was a commoner, such lovely things would be lost in her life. When it came to marriage the great aristocrats were the only ones that her mother or father would deem suitable. She might as well resign herself to her fate. But she could not forget the sensual thrills that she had experienced as she lay naked on the beach that fateful afternoon.
As Linda undressed she began thinking about her life. She knew that the maids considered themselves a race apart from the ordinary servants. They were on equal terms with the heads of the different departments of the palace. Linda had learned many years ago that when her mother and father made plans it usually involved some new investments or acquisitions. However, it hadn't taken her long to realize that things were currently in a terrible state. No wonder her father was forced to secretly sell some of the family's valuable possessions. No doubt she would be forced to marry someone so they could once again live in the grand style to which they had become accustomed.
Slipping into bed completely naked, she lay there trying to decide whether the champagne life her mother wanted so desperately for her was more important than finding someone with whom she could communicate. Yes, it was fun to have those pate de foie gras sandwiches and caviar. However, she also would enjoy tasting the simple foods of the humble folk. She couldn't forget her wild encounter with the naked young man on the beach.
The next morning Linda's mother told her that she was going into the city. Linda decided she would play tennis with Annalisa, who lived next door. She called her on the phone and Annalisa told her to come over.
Slipping into her tight-fitting, white tennis outfit, the young princess walked over to her girl friend's palatial residence with her tennis racket in hand. The maid came to the door and ushered her in. Annalisa bounded spryly down the stairs to greet her.
"Linda," she exclaimed excitedly, "how are you today?"
Linda's eyes betrayed luminous excitement that she couldn't hide.
"I never felt more wonderful," the young girl smiled dreamily.
"You sound like you're in love," Annalisa smiled, recognizing instantly the excitement lurking on her face.
"Don't be silly," the princess giggled as the two girls walked toward the tennis courts situated on the mountain.
The view of the seacoast from the tennis courts reminded Linda once more of the erotic interlude she'd experienced at the beach cove just the day before.
After tennis the girls walked back to the house.
"I'm eager to come to the ball that you're having at the palace," she told her.
"Yes, it should be interesting," the princess forced a smile.
"You know, Linda," Annalisa shook her head, "sometimes I don't think you appreciate being a princess."
"I don't."
Annalisa shrugged. It was difficult for her to understand how a young, beautiful girl like Linda, who had the world at her feet, could be anything but thrilled over the prospects of the ball.
"The most wonderful people in all of Europe will be at the ball," Annalisa exclaimed excitedly. "Most of them, of course, will be coming to see you. But I might find someone, too."
"Do you have anyone in mind?" Linda asked Annalisa.
Annalisa nodded. "Yes, a baron," she exclaimed.
"I can't tell you who it is. But he's a handsome young baron and I'm dying to meet him. I've read about him in the papers."
When the princess returned to the palace the maid told her that her mother had gone shopping. Going up to her room, Linda took a shower, then stretched out on her bed to rest. A few hours later her mother returned from shopping and was complaining. Coming into Linda's room, she shook her head.
"They don't have anything here," she complained. "We've got to go to Paris. I know your father won't like me spending money on another trip, but we must, even though the ball is costing a fortune. I feel I must. This is too important an occasion not to do everything right."
Her mother's eyes always glistened as she contemplated spending money.
"I'm not quite so sure that father would agree with you," she told her mother.
"You let me take care of him, dear," she told her. "I have a few jewels hidden away that he knows nothing about. Therefore, he won't have to worry."
Linda knew that her mother did have a way of hiding her assets so that her father was not aware of how much money she really possessed.
"Mother, where did you acquire those jewels?"
Linda was wondering if her mother had carried on sexually on the side, something she had discovered could be so pleasurable. Perhaps some of the royalty of Europe had paid in jewels for the privilege of her mother's luscious body.
"I don't think it's right for you to talk to me like that," her mother corrected her. "I probably shouldn't have mentioned anything about that jewel collection. And see to it you don't mention it to your father."
As her mother stalked out of the room, the young princess did some thinking. Perhaps she was coming by what she was doing naturally. She never did know too much about her mother's past. However, she always suspected that she might have a background that would leave something to be desired. Every time she would make an inquiry about her mother's family, she was cut off quickly by either her mother or father. This bothered her. Perhaps the royal blood that flowed in her veins was not as well rooted as a family tree should be for such a lofty position.
That evening at dinner under nickering candlelight. Linda's mother spoke with her about travel plans.
"We'll fly to Nice tomorrow," she explained, "and then go directly to Paris. We'll stay at the Crillon."
"But father is staying at the Bristol.
"That's why I'm staying at the Crillon. I always say it's important for a wife to surprise her husband."
At this point Linda began wondering if her father was in Paris to consummate a business deal or have an affair. No doubt her mother's surprise trip would supply them with that answer. But once her mind was set in motion along this line, she didn't hesitate to make another inquiry of her mother.
"Does it take father that long to negotiate the transaction?" she asked, referring to the money that he was raising by selling valuable paintings.
"You shouldn't ask a question like that, dear." her mother said, rejecting any inquiry completely.
Secretly, however, her mother was determined to find out precisely what her father was doing in Paris. He had been gone far too long.
After dinner when the princess was in her room alone, she began reading all she could about Count Alex von Strahl. His family had been involved in munitions manufacturing in Germany. It was apparent that he was extremely wealthy. The story told of his various homes in different parts of the world. It also revealed the fact that he had five Rolls Royces, three Mercedes' and two Cadillacs. She could hardly wait to meet him now. Yet she was fearful that he might not be a man who appealed to her, and it was this problem that haunted and tormented her.
She didn't have much more time to think about that before she heard an intrusive knock at the door.
"Yes, who is it?" she called out. "The maid."
The young princess went to the door and asked the maid what she wanted.
"I want to know how many pieces of luggage you will be taking. Your mother has asked me to do some packing tonight."
"I only need a couple pieces," she told her. "Don't pack so many things that it's a lot of work to unpack them."
"I'll be going with you," the maid assured her. "It is no trouble."
Closing the door she went back to her bed. She had opened the door only a crack since she enjoyed sleeping in the nude.
Walking over to the window, she sat down on the cushioned window seat. The moon had slipped from behind the clouds and the beach was visible in the distance. It brought back haunting memories. She wished the chauffeur was with her at this very moment. How wonderful it would be if she could press his body close to hers. There were so many exciting things they could do together if she had the opportunity. But Linda was troubled, worried, confused.
Finally Linda got up and went back to her bed. As she lay there she couldn't help thinking. Thinking how wonderful it would be if she had a lover with her right then.
She began to massage her own lush breasts. Her hands glided down her flat belly, at last reaching her moistening vagina. She enjoyed touching the downy soft blonde pubic hair at her crotch.
The young princess let her fingers smoothly slide between the moist pink lips of her vagina, feeling of her jutting red clit quivering and hard. It had become so intensely excited that she was rubbing her own fingers over her clit. She was conscious of her juices now as she teasingly rubbed up and down.
As she became still more aroused, she parted her legs wider, thrusting her pelvis forward, increasing the tempo of her finger stabs. Suddenly the young princess found herself imagining she had a lover licking her hair-rimmed furrow. She could almost hear the loud slurp sounds of his mouth pressed tightly against her hot pussy as she ground into his face.
She could see his face contorted with the lusty passions that he was experiencing in her fiery pussy. To herself the princess had to admit the truth. If only she had a huge, throbbing penis plunging in her hot cunt at this very instant! She knew what she'd do. She could feel her pussy muscles tighten on the huge, long prick stabbing into her anxious womanhood.
Linda could imagine her lustful bosoms jiggling, her nipples taut as she thrust her hips forward, responding in an erotic manner to her finger stabbing inside her juicing vagina.
In the darkness the princess heard the intruding noise of her bedroom door being quietly opened. She froze for a second, then recognized the chauffeur's footsteps as he stepped swiftly over to the bed. Noiselessly she slipped her sticky fingers from her pussy and pulled the covers over her nearly naked body. He edged close to her and sat down on the end of the bed. His walk was so heavy she was fearful he might have been drinking. Looking at his face she knew he had.
"What on earth are you doing here?" she asked nervously.
As she looked at him, she could see he was hot for her. To her surprise she felt a tingle of lurid excitement surge through her being. As he bent over her, she could feel the desire for sex with him becoming so great that she couldn't help smiling. Reaching over he finally caressed her cheek with his hand.
"You're so beautiful, princess," he told her. "I don't want you to go."
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're going to Paris tomorrow," he nodded. "That's what I heard. I'm going to be driving you to the airport. But I don't want you to leave."
The desire written across the chauffeur's face indicated to her how much she obviously must mean to him. It made her stomach churn just thinking about her lascivious desires for his huge penis.
"Do you want to have sex with me tonight?" the young princess laughed.
Startled at her bluntness, the chauffeur couldn't say anything. She teased him by reaching out with her hand between his legs. Gently caressing the bulge in his crotch, she knew that the muscular, young, broad-shouldered chauffeur was hot for her. She shut her eyes and slowly unzipped his fly, then reached in and pulled his hard shaft, letting it stand out from his hairy loins. The thick knobby head was starting to ooze cream. At this point a small moan of excitement escaped his lips.
"You shouldn't do that," he warned her.
"Why not?"
Nervously she told him that she wanted him so badly she couldn't stand their being apart any longer.
CHAPTER FIVE
The young princess leaped from her bed. She swiftly began undressing the chauffeur, first unbuttoning his shirt. Then she eased it off his shoulders. Once she'd unbuckled his belt she pulled down his pants. He removed his shoes and then slipped off his shorts. Now he was naked-just the way she wanted him.
"You can have it," he smiled, gently letting his hand slide down over his throbbing cock.
Wasting no time now, Linda began pulling on his rigid, rock-hard penis.
"When you touch me," the chauffeur explained, "I get so passionate I can hardly stand it."
"I want to admire it," Linda exclaimed as she examined the chauffeur's gigantic penis.
"You enjoyed having it in your mouth." he laughed, "but you might choke on it."
The princess could feel the swelling tension in his cock as she suddenly reached out and began pumping on it. He was getting harder.
"Oh, if I could have that cock sliding in me," she admitted as she looked down at him.
The feelings that were coursing through her were evident. She wanted his immense, throbbing penis tip touching the orifice of her vagina, and now she didn't hesitate saying so.
"I want your cock," the princess sighed passionately.
The light of the moon filtering through the bedroom curtains added to the erotic pleasure of Linda's interlude.
"It's so wonderful," he whispered softly in her ear with a tickling sound.
Her fresh, young bosoms with their distended red nipples loomed out before him now.
"I have always wanted you," he exclaimed.
He could hardly wait to have his thick-swelling prick in her mouth. She grasped his throbbing mammoth organ in her hand and pumped harder.
"You really know how to pull on it," he told her proudly.
Linda's lustful eyes watched his penis as it got harder by the second. It was terrifying to be torn by guilt and desire like this. Yet when his hands touched her, desire began winning out. He reached to the pouting lips of her pussy, which gave way to his delicious finger sliding inside of her. A small moan of animalish lust issued from Linda's throat as she squeezed her eyes shut, enjoying his touch even more when she shut off her senses, except for feeling his luridly probing finger in her pussy. His hand pumped into her moist crotch, letting his middle finger slowly slide into the damp, moist folds of her flesh. The tingling sensations of his finger prompted her to reach down to grasp his head. Running her hands through his thick, black hair she found he became more aroused than ever.
The chauffeur parted the moist folds of Linda's pussy. The fragrant aroma of her enticing cuntal opening propelled his tongue into swift action. He slid it slowly up and down the length of her cuntal opening. She moaned and writhed, unable to struggle against him much longer. His fiery tongue pumped in her pussy in a depraved manner. Anxiously her hands gripped his head as he rode into her. Eagerly the chauffeur gripped the soft globes of Linda's round ass cheeks as he buried his face in her crotch, tongue fucking her in pistoning movements.
The chauffeur's hot tongue was probing deeper, ever deeper inside her throbbing vagina. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she trembled with wanton lust. The muscular young man was feasting on the princess's pussy. He was lapping, licking, sucking noisily as he fired her up.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, yes. . . eat me," she gasped, not able to struggle a moment more against her own carnal cravings.
She whimpered with desire as he kept his tongue flipping smoothly in and out of the pouting lips of her pussy. He sucked lustfully on her erect clitoris, his teeth bearing down gently as he nibbled her there. All of her defenses disappeared. It was happening now as she gazed at his head between her legs through lust-glazed eyes. She pressed back to him as he tongued her. Clutching his head, her eyes squeezed shut. Her pelvis ground salaciously against his handsome, eager face. She watched his hot tongue lash out lewdly at her exposed pussy, and then he moved his face downward frantically and sucked until she gushed.
The sexual ecstasy that surged through her body as she was cuming in his mouth and gasping in animalistic frenzy threatened to alert someone to the chauffeur's presence in her private bedroom.
"I'm cummmmming ... ahhhhhh. ohhhhhh. aaahhhhhh!"
The hot seeping walls of her cunt were being voraciously licked by her lover's lewd tongue stabs.
"Eat me," the princess panted. "Ohhhh, suck my pussy. Lick it!"
His hot tongue hungrily lapped her up, making the sensitive area of her clitoris tingle with delight. His anxious hands clasped the princess's ass cheeks tightly, clenching them as he sucked her pussy noisily. It was impossible for her to tell whether it was the lewd sucking sounds he was making, the wanton way he pinched her ass Cheeks, or his teeth biting down on her erect clitoris, but she could tell that the lewd passions within her were rising feverishly. She wanted the chauffeur's powerful, long cock plunging in her pussy. Linda was eager to feel his muscular, broad chest crushing against her soft breast flesh. The princess felt totally helpless. Her virtue had vanished as her lust-crazed desires took over completely.
Once he had noisily lapped up her flowing pussy juices, she felt him squeezing her buttocks and licking around her ass cheeks. Was it possible this was actually happening to her? Did she dare say one word? Or was it just an illusion that would vanish?
"Oh, suck me, suck me," she blurted as she felt his tongue licking along her ass crack and suddenly sliding inside her rectum.
Linda splayed her legs wider, granting him easy access to her crotch. Plunging his fingers in her pussy, he kept licking at her ass crack.
"Yes, yes." she panted as he went on licking and sucking her anus.
She lay back, enjoying the sensation of his tongue slipping in her pulsating ass-hole.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it," she panted passionately, her heavy breasts heaving in sensual arousal of the moment.
Withdrawing his tongue from her rectum, the muscular, young chauffeur knelt before her. She could see his big cock and was eager to have his shaft pumping into her heated moist cunt.
"Ohhhh, I want you, I want you," she gasped.
The inhibitions were vanishing as she parted her legs so he could drive into her smoothly. Her muscular young lover eased his huge shaft into her hot cunt hole. The princess groaned as she felt the thick blunt head of his penis sliding resolutely inside her. The elastic opening of her pussy gave way as he rapaciously rammed his fiery cock into her.
"Ahhh, ohhhh," the princess whimpered as she felt his huge tip driving past her tight cuntal opening.
She wanted every fucking inch of his cock meat.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he demanded eagerly. "I want you to shove back to me."
He was driving every fucking inch of his prick in her pussy.
"Ohhh, really screw me," he told her.
All of the pent-up lustful desires within her were coming into play. How desperately she needed to satisfy her carnal lusts. Why was he sliding in so slowly? She wanted to be filled with him with rapid-fire cock stabs. However, the chauffeur knew exactly what he was doing. He was tantalizing her, teasing her, making her beg for his throbbing shaft as a part of his erotic pleasure. Her eyes froze with fear as she looked up at him. Lust contorted his face as he fucked her in rapturous frenzy. It was almost as if there was an evil look that had come to his face. With great determination he drove forward. He hovered over her as she lay helpless beneath him. The pulsating head of his throbbing cock disappeared into the hot hold of her clasping pussy lips. The chauffeur rammed forward, his muscular chest crushing down hard against her ripe, rounded bosoms. He thrust his thick prick forward with all the muscular might in his thighs and buttocks. Linda could feel his throbbing, long cock sliding in her cunt in a pistoning movement, and she didn't really mind it. Linda was starting to sweat, too, and as his body slapped against hers it got her all the more excited.
"Ohhh, ahhh, it's too much," the princess cried out impulsively. "I can't stand it!"
He kept on tunneling his rock-hard cock in and out of her tight vagina. The stimulating assault on her narrow passageway made her feel as though she was coming apart under the sharp impact of his driving prick. But he wasn't stopping now. The sweaty body, the weight of his chest crushing on her bosoms combined with his fiery, plunging rod driving up hard against her cervix, thrilled her almost to climax, exciting her more than she'd ever been excited before.
Her hot hands swept to his broad shoulders. She let them slide smoothly back and forth across his shoulders, then began massaging up and down his spine. Linda loved the sensation of his lengthy shaft filling her belly up. It seemed as if she couldn't get enough of him. His heavily veined, rock-hard cock plunged vigorously against the walls of her cunt as he clasped and unclasped his sliding shaft in a rhythmic, grasping movement.
"Fuck me ... fuck me." she cried out passionately, her fingernails clawing down his muscular back until he was bleeding.
But he hardly minded at all. It only added fire to his wild sexual encounter with her.
Linda's pussy muscles steadily contracted as his huge shaft continued riding her. By clasping and releasing her grip on his thrusting penis she could feel a shiver of sexual electricity tingling up and down her spine. Her body was on fire to be fucked. She had to have him now.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, just like that," she begged as she felt him deliberately ramming his man meat first in one direction and then the other.
She was pinned hopelessly underneath him now. He went on wildly fucking her. Linda could feel her narrow stretched pussy channel widening to the chauffeur's driving cock stabs. He burrowed in deeply, throwing his ass in gear as he furiously fucked her. Her hands reached up to grip the firm round globes of his ass cheeks. She squeezed his buttocks, closing her eyes in sensual ecstasy as he rode in her with plunging, driving cock jabs. Her body twitched beneath him in erotic spasms. Watching, the chauffeur could observe his thick, fleshy penis as he pulled up. Then he would drive it back between her legs, her tender cunt lips stretched tightly. As the rubbery rim clasped firmly around his glistening, driving shaft, he smiled when it plunged in and out slowly, deliberately changing the tempo of his cock jabs.
It was arousing for him to see her body twitching underneath him. She wanted him to ride his prick in her all the way. Linda wanted to feel its throbbing hugeness driving in without mercy.
She was eager to feel his balls slapping lewdly against her tightly quivering ass cheeks.
"I want it," she begged, her voice trembling with passionate emotion. "Let me feel it. Feel it!"
The chauffeur's skewering prick drove in and out of the princess with a slow, hypnotic rhythm that ignited her pussy. Linda began pumping back in perfect time to his driving penis. He rode the full, throbbing length of his lust-driven member into her. Feeling the cuntal clasp of her vaginal walls as she gripped his stabbing shaft, he slowly withdrew his deeply imbedded cock, pulling out gently, letting it rest on the wet, swollen lips of her pussy. Once more he wanted to see the burning glaze of her lustful eyes. Her face was contorted with passionate-driven desire.
"I want it," she begged. "Fill me up with your prick."
The full length of his throbbing cock rode deep into her helpless cunt. Over and over he thrust his man meat into her. With each wet, thudding stab he could feel her pumping pussy, reaching back to meet him. Reaching underneath her now, he clasped the full, ripe cheeks of her ass. He cupped them hotly in the palms of his hands, squeezing them as he continued driving his cruel cock into her moist, clasping cunt. Her flushed face indicated mixed pain and pleasure.
Linda looked up at his muscular shoulders, firm-set jaw and blazing, erotic eyes, feeling almost helpless now. He forced her legs over so he could have deeper access to her cunt. She bent over so far that it was difficult to breathe. At this angle he could obtain deeper penetration. She felt his huge pistoning cock driving in and out of her cunt. His sperm-bloated balls slapped lewdly against her anus every time he drilled her. A waft of cool air invaded her ass crack as he spread her legs to obtain deeper penetration. His chest pressed down, keeping her pinned in this awkward position. The chauffeur's strong hands reached for her tender bosoms, squeezing the nipples crudely, pinching and hurting them as he continued pistoning in and out of her tight pussy opening. Linda couldn't help enjoying the erotic sound of his heavy testicles slapping against her tightly clenched buttocks. It was a sensual sound.
"Ohhhh," she gasped as their entwined bodies struggled for orgasmic release.
His body pitched back to rest his huge, throbbing penis deeper in her.
"Yes, yes," she begged, "give me your cock. I want every inch of you in me."
He continued drilling his prick into her wetly sucking cunt. Parting his ass cheeks, she fingered his tight anus. She quivered underneath him as she stabbed her finger all the way up his hot, tight rectum, feeling his cock plunging into her with unrelenting fury. Impatiently he squeezed her prickly nipples until they were blood red. Then he drove his cock meat into her all the way and exploded.
"Fuck me, ohhh, ahh, yes, yes ... fuck me!"
Slipping her Finger from his ass-hole, she looked up at him as he pumped his prick in her cunt.
"I'm cuming, too," she groaned as she joined him in juicing.
Her hot hands grasped his bare buttocks, squeezing and pinching them as he continued shooting his load into her.
Passionately the chauffeur kissed the princess. Slowly he Finally withdrew. Tears stained her eyes as she realized she could never continue this if she married the count. It was a terrifying thing to expect of her. It was a sacrifice she was told she had to make-and she couldn't understand why.
CHAPTER SIX
As the chauffeur eased off the bed, he stood there naked in the moonlight and looked at the young girl for the last time.
"Why are you just standing there?" she asked curiously.
"I just want to remember you like that."
Not quite certain what he was talking about, Linda asked what he meant.
"I'm not going to be here when you get back from your Paris shopping spree," he said, reaching down to gently caress her face with the palm of his hand.
"Why not?" the young girl asked anxiously.
"It would not be right for me to stay here," he explained. "I know. If your father or mother knew what has been going on they would want to kill me."
The terrifying truth in the chauffeur's words got to her. No doubt what he was telling her was the truth. To think of never seeing him again, however, was not easy.
"Kiss me," the princess begged.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he bent over and pressed his lips sensuously against hers. His tongue found hers and soon they were kissing wildly.
Finally the chauffeur pulled away from the princess and thanked her for everything.
"But I must thank you," she insisted as she observed him standing there dressing.
Slipping into his shorts, he proceeded to get dressed. Once he'd finished putting on his clothes, he recognized that he could never look back. It was the end of an era as far as he was concerned.
"Good-bye, Linda," he whispered.
"Good-bye," she replied huskily as she watched him leave her alone.
Drifting off to a troubled sleep, Linda woke up the next morning when the housemaid rapped on her door and told her it was time to rise.
"You're going to have an early afternoon flight to Paris," she reminded her.
Linda struggled to get up. Another day of exciting events would keep her busy. But it might not keep her satisfied. Throwing back the bed clothes, she rose and stepped into the marble bathroom. The sun was streaming through the white shutters and it warmed Linda just thinking about the beach. It was summertime and how she wished that she could forget about the trip to Paris and just relax on a stretch of golden beach.
However, this was not going to be easy for she knew her mother had a busy schedule planned. It was a constant round of activity that her mother seemed to thrive on. But as far as Linda was concerned, she enjoyed a slower pace and less pretense.
Finishing her shower, she dried off and went to her large, walk-in closet to select something to wear. Her mother had made such a production of purchasing clothes every season that her closet was filled to overflowing. It wasn't that she didn't have enough to wear, it was that she had too much and didn't know how to make up her mind what to wear.
At last she slipped into a simple blue cotton dress and white shoes. It was a sunny, warm day and she wanted to wear something light. When she came to breakfast her mother looked at her almost critically.
"What are you dressed like that for, dear."
"What's wrong with this?"
"Well, if you don't know," her mother said in a cryptic voice, "I'm afraid I'll have to tell you. Cotton is not being worn in Paris this season. There are special blends of silks and gauze. Personally, I prefer silk. Now after breakfast go upstairs and change into something more befitting of our journey."
Linda didn't like the way her mother talked to her. There was a certain superiority that always surfaced that annoyed her.
"I don't know what you'd do if I wasn't here to help you," her mother complained.
"Thank you, mother," Linda said, a mocking tone in her voice.
Following breakfast she went back upstairs and selected a soft blue silk dress that she was certain her mother would find appropriate for the journey to Paris.
There wasn't much time before they had to drive to the airport. However, the chauffeur had a surprise for them. He had gone, and in his place someone else who worked at the palace was taking over.
"I can't understand what happened," a maid shook her head, not understanding. "The chauffeur simply left a note saying there was an illness in the family and he was leaving. He took everything. It's strange."
Completely perplexed, the mother looked at her daughter.
"Did he say anything to you, dear?" she asked curiously.
Princess Linda's heart raced rapidly as she thought about the erotic interlude she'd had with the chauffeur.
"No, mother," she said nervously, "nothing was said."
As they drove to the airport, down the curving mountain road, she was thinking. Where had he gone? Had her own lustful desires destroyed his life? Did he have enough money? All of these thoughts whirled through Linda's mind as she thought about the close, erotic connection she'd enjoyed with him just a few short hours before.
"Why are you so pensive, my dear?" her mother demanded as they disembarked when they got to the airport.
"I don't know. Am I pensive?" Linda shrugged.
Once they were aboard the plane, champagne was served and Linda was thinking. Thinking about the chauffeur.
"I wonder who that gentleman is," her mother said, looking across the aisle at a distinguished-looking gray-haired man. He was dressed in a conservative business suit that she felt certain was a Pierre Cardin. No doubt he was an extremely wealthy man. He had a briefcase with him which betrayed his business background. However, her mother would never make a gesture toward finding out who he was, as it wouldn't be lady-like and certainly lacked protocol in her position as the head of a kingdom. She looked upon her royal duties most seriously.
Once they had transferred to the airport to Paris there wasn't much time left to think. Linda was sleepy from the wild night before and fell asleep. Just as they arrived in Paris her mother insisted that she look.
"Look out the window, dear," her mother smiled. "You see, over there. Montmartre. That white church glistening in the sun on the hilltop. Oh, the city is too much. Over there. The Eiffel
Tower. Oh, Linda, I sometimes wish we had an apartment in Paris."
As the great plane landed at Orly Airport, her mother was thinking. Perhaps the maid could find out who the businessman was. When they were going through passport, she told the maid to inquire about the man's identity. The maid went to a lot of bother to find out and couldn't discover anything.
A limousine was waiting, which drove them to the Crillon Hotel.
"I love coming to Paris," her mother smiled proudly, "and before I give a ball I always say that no one can provide the clothes that these designers can right here."
The doorman at the hotel greeted them with a courteous bow. The maid took charge of obtaining the rooms.
Going up the elevator to their suite, Linda asked her mother why she had to know about the businessman.
"I thought I met him once," she explained to her daughter.
"Did you know him very well?" she asked.
"Intimately," her mother replied. "He was a jeweler from whom I was purchasing some gems. He helped me collect some of the finest stones available."
The broad hotel hallways which led to the suite of rooms overlooking the city of Paris were quiet. That was what pleased Gabriella so. She had a taste for the finest and this hotel represented that.
Once the maid had hung up their clothes in the wardrobe and excused herself to go to her room, Gabriella was pleased to have the opportunity to phone and see if her husband Carlos was available to speak with her.
"Are you sure daddy will like this?" the young princess demanded, looking at her mother as she phoned the Bristol Hotel where her father was supposed to be staying.
"I always like to surprise him," she smiled.
"Yes," Linda shook her head, "and something tells me that sometimes you even like to frighten him."
"What a dreadful thing for you to say."
Once the hotel desk answered, her mother asked for Carlo Romalia.
"Why, yes," the clerk told her. "we will call his room."
Gabriella was startled when a female voice answered the telephone. A soft, erotic voice.
"Yes," the woman's voice intoned.
"I'm afraid I have the wrong room," Gabriella told the woman. "I was calling Carlo Romalia."
"Carlo," the woman's voice slurred, "someone to speak with you."
Carlo picked up the phone. He patted the head of the beautiful girl who was with him and smiled as he answered.
"Hello," he began. "Who is it?"
"It's your wife," Gabriella said haughtily. "And who is that I just spoke with?"
"Ahhh," Carlo exclaimed, "what a delightful surprise that you are here in Paris, the city of light."
"Tell me," Gabriella insisted, totally unimpressed by his flourish and friendly manner, "who was it?"
"She is a girl who is ... taking dictation," he explained. "I had some affairs of state to attend to and they sent me a secretary."
Even though Gabriella was certain he was lying, she went along with it. She figured that she hadn't caught him completely and didn't want to have him become so suspicious that he would be careful.
"You mustn't work so hard, my darling," she told him. "You are constantly overdoing. Why don't you join us for dinner tonight at the Crillon? We can have it served in our room on the terrace. I love Paris at night-and especially the view from the balconies of the Crillon Hotel."
Carlo knew his wife's passion for spending money. He was certain she'd come to Paris to select some more clothes. He could never seem to satisfy her with enough expensive garments.
"A pleasure, my love," he told her. "I am counting the moments till we are together."
Gabriella was not carried away by his words, but decided to play his game in her own way.
"Of course, my love," she told him. "We'll be seeing you shortly, darling."
Hanging up the phone, she scowled. Instantly recognizing that her mother was upset, the young princess asked her what was troubling her.
"Nothing, dear," her mother said, not caring to disclose the problems that she had to constantly face with her philandering husband, the prince of Valerno.
Realizing that probably the wisest thing she could do would be to look beautiful, the resourceful Gabriella told her daughter that she was going to take a bath.
"I need a restful, lingering bath," she explained, "and then I will dress for dinner. Your father will be here in a couple of hours."
Linda nodded as she watched her mother stroll into the bathroom. She went to her private room and looked out across the city. In the distance she could see the Eiffel Tower. There was also the River Seine. The splashing fountains in Place de la Concorde were remarkably beautiful. She knew why her mother loved the Crillon. It was because of its strategic location at the end of the Champs Elysees.
That made it easy for her to walk to the shops, if she cared to. There was a small, beautiful park, and then the most magnificent shops in the world stretched out for block after block.
Deciding that she might as well take a bath, too, the beautiful blonde princess stepped into the walk-in closet and removed her clothes. Placing them on hangers, she then proceeded to go to the bathroom, slipping out of her under things.
There was plenty of atmosphere at this three-hundred-year-old hotel, which had once been a residence of Louis XV in another century of French splendor. Dropping a bath pearl into the water, Linda eased herself into the tub and lay back and soaked. Memories flooded her mind. The ball was in the future, but the haunting, erotic excitement of the previous night taunted and tormented her. Had she driven the chauffeur off? Who was he with tonight? Did he have a girl friend? Was he thinking about her? All of these thoughts tumbled and whirled through the young princess's mind. Why should she feel such passion for someone who had such a lowly position as a chauffeur? Her mother would be furious if she knew what she was thinking about. It wasn't practical. It was impossible. After all, she had her royal self to think of. It was against everything that she had been taught. Nevertheless, she felt the hungering, passionate craving for his body. If only he could be here in this tub with her, she thought to herself.
Linda reached down and slipped her finger inside her moist mound. These sex thoughts that were threatening her consciousness now were troubling her. It was exciting just to slip her finger in her vagina.
She closed her eyes shut and relaxed. Linda knew very well that she was an attractive young girl with blue eyes, blonde hair and ripe bosoms. She could understand why a man could become excited with her. She was becoming excited with herself as she continued slipping her finger smoothly inside her vagina, rhythmically riding back and forth.
When she heard the maid entering her bedroom, she slipped her fingers quickly from her vagina. Even though the maid would never step into the princess's bathroom, she still felt edgy about what she was doing.
"Your mother said to be ready in an hour," the maid informed her.
Replying quickly, the princess assured her that she would be ready. Relaxing a few moments more, she finally completed her bath. Then she dried off and dressed.
Linda brushed her blonde hair and turned from side to side as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was a beautiful girl and knew that her father would be proud of her. But she had a feeling that her father might have been doing something that disturbed her mother, for her mother did not retain her cool demeanor completely. She had frowned and her eyes had ignited for a second: Perhaps her father was having something to do with a lovely Parisian girl, she laughed to herself as she thought about it. Carlo was a remarkably youthful, handsome monarch and, many women found him quite appealing, just as many young men had found her an appealing young princess.
When she had finished dressing, she went into her mother's suite. Her mother was dressed in one of her most beautiful gowns as she stood before a mirror, straightening her dress.
"Mother, you look so lovely in that green dress," she told her.
Her mother turned and observed Linda's white dress. Her suntanned skin blended beautifully with the white silky fabric of her stunning backless gown.
When Princess Romalia's father arrived at their suite at the Crillon she was anxious to see him and find out more about the count who was planning to meet her.
"Father," she began when he entered the door, "tell me about the count. Will I really meet him at the party?"
Her father smiled at her happily.
"Don't be so restless, my dear. I'm afraid you doubt my word. The count has seen your pictures since you were a little girl. He tells me that he's fallen in love with you."
Her mother's calmness surprised her. She was certain that her mother would be more expressive. But at this point she maintained a quiet manner and was simply listening to what her father the prince was saying.
"I want you to have happiness, my darling," he told her, "and I don't want you to be tormented by people. Everybody wants to photograph you and know what you're doing. Anywhere you go you are news. People can make a famous person desperately unhappy."
"I know, daddy," she said as she looked away. "I just wish that things could be different."
Her mother immediately began talking about her plans.
"I'm going to that French dressmaker tomorrow," her mother declared, "and we are going to see to it that Linda has a fitting as well. She deserves the best, doesn't she?"
Even though the prince felt his wife was lavish and extravagant, he did have a romantic temperament, and the thought of having his daughter appear at the ball as the most beautiful girl of all excited him.
"The best is none too good for my princess," he smiled as he hugged her tightly.
Going over to the table set with crystal and silver service for their evening meal, the young girl's mother smiled.
"Paris is enchanting in springtime," she told them all, "and tonight let's celebrate. We'll have champagne and we won't have to worry about a thing tomorrow."
The prince was thinking of his French mistress, who was waiting for him in his suite at the Bristol.
He tried not to be nervous, but knew that she would get upset if he didn't get back early.
As the dinner proceeded his wife became concerned about what he'd been doing.
"Have you been tending to business?" she asked quietly.
"Of course, my dear," he smiled nervously. "But what a delicious meal this is."
The night wind wafted in from the balcony and this pleased them both.
"The sunset was golden and glorious tonight," Gabriella smiled as she told about stepping out on the balcony and looking at Place de la Concorde.
"Paris is always like a fiesta at night," Carlo told her. "The illumination of the lights makes it the most beautiful city anywhere in the world."
After dinner the young princess dismissed herself and retired to her bedroom.
The next morning the shopping tour began. It was wonderful to start fresh and new and be in another city.
"I wonder how long all of this is going to take," the princess sighed plaintively.
She stood for a moment, breathing fast, thinking about the chauffeur. Thinking about the young man that she had met on the beach.
Her mother was concerned.
"It's strange that when you're in such a lovely city you would be thinking about anything except enjoying it."
Linda knew what her mother had said was true. However, she tried her best not to let her understand what was troubling her.
As they made the rounds of the Paris boutiques and went to the dressmakers, the young princess realized this was really not the life for her. She didn't care for such display and publicity that always whirled around her.
She yearned for the freedom that she enjoyed in the privacy of the palace. The towering trees, the ocean view, the long stretches of curving, white, sandy beaches meant more to her than the hustle and bustle of the city of Paris.
After a couple more days of sightseeing and shopping, they once more had dinner with the prince.
"You look so beautiful tonight," Prince Carlo commented as he looked at his lovely daughter.
"Of course she does," Gabriella smiled, "and my poor little girl is going to be happy after the ball. I know that she will enjoy meeting the count."
As Linda sat at the table looking at the skyline of Paris in the distance, she couldn't help wishing that she was just another girl. Having the weighty responsibilities of carrying on in the royal tradition wasn't what she wanted. She would be free-if she was a commoner. She was really just an innocent victim of something she never asked for. This was the truth. She deliberately shut her eyes for a moment. Her father noticed this and was upset.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
Her behavior was bothering him. He'd never known her to act so moody.
"No," she shook her head, "but, father, tell me one thing. What if the count doesn't like me?"
Placing his hand on his daughter's, her father shook his head.
"Listen to me," he said, looking into her tragic blue eyes, "everyone loves you. And the count will, too."
Her father's words echoed in her mind. When they flew back to the tiny kingdom of Valerno the next day, Linda was thinking about her future. Would she live in Germany? Or would she live in the palace in Valerno? What would it be like to meet a man of such vast wealth that she could have anything she wanted? Would it be so wonderful? Maybe she would love him, too. That was a possibility she'd barely considered.
As they swept down from the clouds over the blue skies of the tiny principality, she could see the ocean lapping at the sandy shoreline. The blazing sunshine which always shone on this beautiful Riviera setting was where Linda wanted to be. The colder climates of northern Europe held little appeal for her.
Once the plane had landed, the maid tended to the luggage. Then Linda saw the new chauffeur. Making it a point to deliberately not get too friendly with him, Linda determined she was going to live up to her royal station.
The palace was being prepared for the night of the great ball.
"Oh, mother, it looks beautiful in here," Linda observed as they entered the spacious ballroom.
"I've had everyone working for the great event," her mother told her, "and they are going to have a lighting system in the garden that will make it perfect for dancing out on the terrace by moonlight. Won't that be wonderful?"
Suddenly all of the glamor of the big ball that was being prepared for her thrilled Linda so much she had to tell her mother how happy she was.
"Oh, mother," the young blonde princess smiled, "this will be the greatest night of my life. I just know it will."
Her mother warned her, however, that there would be difficult moments.
"You see, we've invited the press," she confessed, "as we need to attract tourists to our kingdom. It isn't that we are using you, dear. It's simply that we must do what we can to help the people in our small world."
Forgetting her personal feelings about publicity for a moment, the young princess looked about in wonderment and delight at the beautiful decorations that were being placed in the garden.
Running to the window, she threw back a shutter and called out to a gardener who was placing a light nearby.
"Oh, it's going to look wonderful!" she told him.
The gardener nodded and smiled. A hot, erotic flush of desire went through the young princess. She wished that she could know him. This tormented her and bothered her mother. Gabriella came over to her daughter and chided her abruptly.
"You are not to get involved with the people who are working for us, dear. Please, understand."
The young princess understood all too well. She also knew what her mother would think of her if she had known about all the things she had done with the chauffeur and the nameless young man she'd met on the hot, sandy beach that one afternoon.
"Of course, mother," she whispered.
The days that followed were busy. Her father returned to the kingdom with beautiful gifts for her.
"I'm so excited." the young blonde girl exclaimed when her father presented her with the presents. "In just a little while we're going to have the big event."
Her father nodded and smiled.
"I know you're going to look beautiful," he told her. "Now you must be perfectly quiet and not let everyone see you get so excited. Royalty must remain cool. Otherwise, you will raise eyebrows."
"It's just that people would think you were frivolous, dear," her mother explained, "if you act too elated. Remember, they should be tremendously elated just to look at you. And with your cool regal bearing you will be able to assume your royal responsibilities effectively."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The night before the ball Linda could hardly sleep. She thought about the possibility of loving the count. Her father had built him up to such an extent that she was troubled. Could anyone be quite as wonderful as the count was supposed to be?
Finally she drifted off to sleep. She slept soundly, and the next morning, as sunlight streamed through her windows, she could smell the jasmine in the garden. Linda breathed deeply and then threw back the bedclothes, springing on bed and moving to the window. What a beautiful day it was! How wonderful to be in a kingdom where the sun was always shining.
After breakfast she took a long walk down to the village. In the afternoon she busied herself about the palace, looking at the garden decorations and admiring the beautiful furnishings that had been added to the grand ballroom for the event.
Soon Linda found herself by a little fountain with the cool wind rising that stirred the leaves about her as the warm sky slowed magically toward sunset at the end of the day. It would only be a few more hours and the ball would begin.
Her mother spotted Linda and chided her.
"You poor darling," she told her. "You shouldn't be sitting here alone in the garden. You should be resting in your room for the big night ahead. People will probably be staying up all night."
Linda looked at her mother with her bright, tragic blue eyes and smiled.
"All right, mother. I guess I should go to bed. I'm not used to being up till all hours."
"You'll get used to it, dear," her mother told her. "Now come along with me."
"All right, mother."
They crossed the courtyard together and entered the hall of the palace.
"Now go up to your room," she told her, "and don't come down until we tell you to. I will have a very light supper sent up to your room since we will have a midnight champagne dinner at the ball."
Speedily forgetting anything but her mother's efforts on her behalf, Linda thanked her. Her mother looked at her and couldn't help admiring her beautiful daughter the princess. The exquisite color of her skin against the gold scarf, her soft, sensuous voice, her subtle blue eyes, her tears and willingness to do anything to please her parents prompted her to wrap a comforting arm around Linda and hug her closely.
"Now, darling," she whispered, "you take care. We're going to have a beautiful time tonight."
As the princess ascended the circular staircase and moments later walked down the wide hallway to her suite, she wondered whether or not she was up to the event that was being planned on her behalf.
It wasn't easy for Linda to relax. She grew more nervous as the time drew nearer for the party. Her mother stepped into the room and asked her, "Did you get some rest, dear?"
"Not much."
"You just stay here in the quiet of your room. You look so peaceful and relaxed. That's the way a princess must always look. Tonight when you make your entrance at the ball the count will be standing at the bottom of the staircase waiting for your hand. When you join him, the two of you will go into the ballroom together and begin the first dance. I'm sure you will enjoy every moment of it. I know I will. I've been looking forward to this night for so long."
It was apparent to the princess that it meant much more to her mother than it ever could to her.
"Yes, mother."
How she wished that her mother could consider her feelings some more. But her imperious manner told her that she was thinking first of her position at the palace, and only secondly, was she concerned about her feelings.
A couple of hours later, after Linda finally did manage to get some rest, her mother came to the bedroom and told her it was time to dress. In the distance the young girl could hear laughter punctuated with conversation.
"They're here," she said, awakening. "I can hear them downstairs."
"Yes, darling, everyone is here. They have flown in from all over Europe for the event."
The music in the distance provided a magic background for the great gala at the palace.
"Oh, mother," she asked, looking away, "Do you think I will be up to it?"
To herself Gabriella Romalia was thinking, poor little girl. No wonder she was tired. It was past her bedtime. No wonder she was sad-so much was being expected of her. Brushing that thought aside, however, her mother kept a pleasant front up for her daughter and told her confidently, "Now you must slip into that beautiful gown we purchased for you in Paris. I want to see you looking like a flower."
With a smile Linda slipped out of bed, then took time out to refresh herself with a shower. After she had dried off she slipped into her underclothes and proceeded back into the bedroom where her mother was waiting with a maid to help her into the dress.
"It's the perfect color for your eyes," the maid smiled as she slipped into the sky-blue chiffon gown, whose beautifully fitted bodice, dipping into a daring vee at the back, brought out Linda's beautiful figure to great advantage.
"Look at her," the maid exclaimed excitedly, once she had dressed, "the picture of sweetness and beauty."
Her mother stood gazing at her with a satisfied expression on her face.
"You are beautiful," she told her quickly, "and you will capture the heart of every man here tonight."
A moment of silence followed as the young princess turned around and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her corn-silk gold hair falling about her shoulders, the form-fitting dress displaying her bosoms provocatively, and her curvaceous hips reflected in the mirror, giving her the vision of beauty that she was expected to have in her royal position.
"Thank you, mother, for taking me to Paris to buy this dress."
Her mother hugged and kissed her gently on the cheek. Her face was flushed now as she looked into her daughter's clear blue eyes.
"Now when we tell you to, you are to proceed down the hallway, down the steps. You'll find the count waiting for you, dear."
Her spirits rose as she contemplated the moment when the count would await her at the bottom of the stairs.
"You must be tired," the maid whispered.
Shaking her head, Linda assured her she wasn't.
"I've waited a long time for this moment," she replied softly.
Stepping down the hallway quietly in the awkward moment of silence before she made her grand entrance,, the princess breathed a silent prayer that the count would find her appealing.
Walking down the stairs slowly, she heard the music softly playing in the background for her royal entrance. There she observed the handsomest man she'd ever seen in her life. He was tall, with broad shoulders. But what impressed her most of all were the clear blue eyes that focused on her every movement. His wavy blonde hair, his light skin. They would be the perfect match.
When she finally reached the bottom of the stairs she gave him her hand with a smile so gracious and pleasing that he found himself bowing over her fingers not ungracefully. It was something like rendering homage to royalty. A formal salute. Then the count smiled and told her, "Good evening. I'm so pleased to see you."
Her mother stood at the top of the staircase watching. The two of them turned and walked into the ballroom with everyone following behind. The maid whispered, "Don't they make a wonderful couple?"
Nodding, with tears streaking her eyes, Gabriella smiled. The glow of fire that had built in her body from the second that she saw the count was evident to everyone. She was showing a cat-like enjoyment of the heat that had surfaced.
As the orchestra struck up, the two of them entered the glorious ballroom with its white and gold walls, heavy chandeliers and rich parquet wooden floor. It was almost as if she was dancing in the clouds. She was glowing, her eyes and lips brilliant. Every motion, every look spoke of her intense consciousness of him, the pleasure in his nearness.
"Do you remember when I saw you when you were a little girl?" he asked her as they danced to everyone's delight.
Shaking her head, the princess told him, "No."
"I thought you were beautiful then," he told her, "and I think you are gorgeous now."
He had swept her off her feet. In flashback Linda remembered the man at the beach. What a crude encounter that had been. Breathlessly she thought of the chauffeur and how he had forced his physical attentions on her. But this was the man that she was born for. How awful to waste it on a commoner!
"I should have died without living," he smiled, "if I hadn't seen you again."
"Don't be tragic about it," the princess laughed as they danced and everyone watched them.
The music was playing louder now. The chandeliers sparkled in their crystal splendor as they danced underneath them and all eyes focused on them. What a glorious couple they made. The tall, handsome count and the beautiful blonde princess. Her father watched closely from the sidelines. At that point her mother joined him and they danced together.
"I've never seen anything like them together," her mother exclaimed.
Her father shook his head. "You and I were the envy of all of Europe," he reminded her.
"I'm not young anymore," she told her royal husband sadly. "I'm afraid that you find others more attractive."
"Oh, don't be absurd," he shook his head. "You are speaking ridiculous talk."
"What about that girl at your hotel?"
He laughed gaily and shook his head.
"On my honor, I haven't loved anyone but you."
Even though Gabriella knew he was lying, it pleased her to have him keep her living in the illusion that she was the only woman who could ever matter.
In the meantime, the young princess noticed her German count was dancing toward the terrace doors.
"You like to dance?" he smiled. "Yes," she assured him, "I love to dance very much."
As they came to the terrace they stopped dancing and walked together down a narrow pathway. It was a perfect night, a gentle breeze sweeping the light clouds over the mountain tops.
The moonlight illuminated the garden. The music from the orchestra could be heard in the distance.
"I've thought about you so many times," he told her, "and I was always afraid."
Linda laughed and turned to run down a little slope to a small section of the garden where a fountain was splashing. Sitting on an ornamental white bench she looked into his eyes. Her stare met his in a long look, her red lips smiling at him. The count had no words for her now. He was so thrilled and excited to be close to her that his arms suddenly swept around her.
"I love you," he whispered.
It upset her to have him speak like this.
"But you barely know me," she told him. "It's foolish for you to say you love me."
"Perhaps," he admitted, "but it's very natural for me to say it. I love you very much."
Her fears were vanishing as she felt him pressing close to her.
"I. . . I don't mean to say anything," she said nervously, "but we'd better go back to the ballroom. My parents will be wondering where I am."
"But it's necessary for us to be alone," he said firmly.
"But I must return to my parents," she insisted, about to rise.
"That's not quite fair, is it?" the count asked as he looked eagerly into her eyes, "because I love you. I want to marry you."
Hardly able to catch her breath, the young princess's face flushed. She hid her face in her hands, shivering. He tried to draw her hands away but she resisted. Suddenly Linda turned and flung herself face downward and began weeping piteously.
"Why are you crying?" the confused count asked.
She caught her breath and replied faintly, "Because I want to marry you, too."
Thrilled and excited that she had said this to him, he clasped her closely.
"My poor, poor little princess," he whispered. "I have come on too strong. But I couldn't help it. Just being in your presence drove me out of my mind."
At that very instant the princess was seeing herself riding in splendor in Rolls Royces. She could see herself traveling to the capitals of the world and living the glittering life that she had been born to. It was coming true like a dream.
"Let's run away from them all," he told her, his voice trembling with passionate emotion.
"Oh, we couldn't," she exclaimed.
Out of the corner of her eye the princess could see the bulging crotch of the count. It bothered her. She blushed as though hot sunlight had touched her cheeks, the color and expression of her face wavering. But that was for a moment only.
"I love you," he told her, his lips pressing passionately against hers.
She felt his chest crushing at her bosoms as he let his tongue slide inside of her mouth in a heavenly manner. She sucked on his tongue as if she could never let him go. Then with a hesitating voice, the words coming out with a little rush in a half-breathless pause, he told her how he had dreamed of this moment.
"I could hardly wait until you were old enough for me," he told her. "My body has been burning for you all of these years."
He seemed absorbed in every detail of her appearance. She was a delightful vision to behold. Her dress was cut low at the neck so he could see her beautiful bosoms. It was his determination to love every part of her body completely.
Fearlessly the count told Linda, "We must elope. What would you like to do more than anything in the world?"
The princess smiled. "I would like to go to New York City," she told him, "and dance in those discos."
He laughed. "Anything you want to do-we can do," he assured her. "When shall we leave?"
She didn't want to hear details of their trip. Linda just wanted to talk about it. Having had everything done for her, it was not easy for the princess to make any plans.
"You're an enchanting woman," he said as his hands gently touched her bosoms. "Nature has been very good to you."
At this point she realized the truth of the situation. The shadows of the trees overhanging the bench where they were seated played about his face. He was charming and handsome and she laughed at the thought of their life together. With a love like this, everything in the world could be beautiful.
"I think you mean it," she told him.
"Yes, yes," he insisted.
Now Linda knew what she had to do.
"I would never dare tell my mother or father," she explained. "I can leave a note for them. I must go to my room and take just a couple of things with me. If I take anymore someone could become suspicious."
"I have my car waiting for us," he smiled. "I have commissioned my driver to wait until I came with you. I knew this would happen."
The sexual electricity flashed in his eyes as he looked at the blonde princess's beautiful body. Her efforts to avoid him had been in vain for the count had asserted his claim the moment he saw her-and she had responded to him just as her father said she would.
"You do love me?" he asked. She almost sobbed as she clutched him closely to her.
"Now see what I've done," she said, her voice trembling. "I have lost all control. I have let my heart run away with my mind."
The count's heart melted within him.
"Forgive me, Linda," he begged her. "I didn't mean to upset you. But I felt that you might feel what I know in my own beating heart."
There was nothing on earth that mattered to her now. She knew she had to have him.
"I would not dare silence my heart," the count said. "I knew that you would feel this for me. too."
Walking back to the house, the princess couldn't help wonder if she was deluding herself. Was it all an illusion? Would she awake tomorrow after the ball and discover this was a dream?
Slipping silently into the front hallway of the palace, Linda went quietly up to her bedroom. It was essential for her to take a few items with her. She knew that she would need them on her journey to the United States.
A twinge of sadness flickered through her mind as she walked once more to the wide shuttered windows and looked out. The moonlight created patterns of shadow and light in the courtyard. The splashing fountain, the towering trees and the curving coastline of the kingdom of Valerno were all precious memories. She would be leaving them now that she had found her true love, Count Alex von Strahl.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The count was waiting for Linda.
"You don't know what I went through when I stood here," he told her. "I was wondering if you might change your mind."
Shaking her head the princess assured him, "I could never change my mind."
It didn't matter what age he was. He might be a man of thirty. The important thing was that she loved him.
Together the two of them hurried from the palace and down the small walkway that led to where the cars were parked. She saw a white Rolls Royce with a chauffeur standing nearby. The chauffeur's eyes beamed when he looked at the two of them.
"I had no idea you were going to infulence the princess so swiftly," the chauffeur grinned.
The count nodded. "She feels for me what I feel for her."
As this point they left. The chauffeur drove the car down the winding mountain road that led from the palace situated high on the cliffs above Valerno, and once more the princess was troubled by the thought of leaving everything behind her.
"But where will we live?" she asked anxiously.
"That depends on you," he told her, "and where you want to live. I have a home in Frankfurt, one at St. Moritz, another one on the Isle of Capri. And I am planning on purchasing a home in Acapulco."
The dizzying delight of being able to live anywhere thrilled, intrigued and excited the beautiful young princess.
"Did you see the photographers taking pictures of us tonight?" he grinned.
"Yes," the princess smiled, "and for once I didn't mind."
"I have heard you can be very abrupt with photographers," the count chided her.
"Yes, I can," she admitted. "Sometimes they become much too nosy."
"That is one of the penalties of being so rich and famous and beautiful," he laughed. "They always want to follow you wherever you go. But I think we've eluded them tonight."
However, as the prince turned he saw a train of cars following behind them down the mountainside.
"Damn it," he exclaimed, "they are behind us!"
The count insisted his chauffeur drive speedily through the town of Valerno to the International Airport.
"Go down a side street," he suggested. "Do anything to shake them. I don't want them knowing what we are going to do. We have just half an hour to catch that flight to New York."
The young girl was amazed that he knew about the plane flight for New York.
"I kept track of the different planes that were coming to Valerno," he explained, "as I planned to elope with you tonight. I wasn't thinking of New York. That was your idea. I thought perhaps you would want to go to Capri."
"What is Capri like?" the princess smiled, paying no attention to the long line of cars that were following them in their dramatic elopement.
"There's the Blue Grotto," he explained. "Caves underneath the earth. You can take a boat through the tunnels of the Blue Grotto and see the sun shining through the exciting blue water. It's a dream of a trip."
It was obvious the count was upset. Masking his disgust at what was happening with the trail of people behind him, he began secretly wondering if marrying the princess would mean losing his privacy forever.
"Doesn't this get you upset?" he asked her.
Princess Linda remembered what her mother had said.
"I keep cool," she told him.
Looking into her limpid blue eyes the count smiled lovingly. He thought she was truly a princess.
To maintain her cover of secrecy, the princess made it a point to put on her dark glasses. It did look absurd to be wearing dark glasses at night as she slipped through the corridor to catch the last airplane bound for New York via London.
Seconds later the photographers descended like vultures. Flashbulbs popped everywhere as a crowd of people formed to watch the beautiful young princess eloping with the handsome German count.
"I guess you can't keep anything secret in your life, can you?" the count shrugged angrily.
"No, it's awful," the princess replied.
Once they had boarded the plane they were given the first-class passenger seats that the count had purchased for them.
"I wonder if I should go back?" she suddenly sighed as the great engines of the jet began preparing for the take-off.
"Go back?" the count demanded angrily. "What are you talking about?"
Stopping for a moment, Linda paused, then added in a low, trembling voice, "If you care for me, I want to live with you wherever you want to go-forever."
As the giant jet soared into the sky the princess sat quite still, not looking at him for a moment. Then he lay his hand on hers and said softly, "I love you."
The count kissed the princess's cheek, a light glancing kiss as she turned up quickly to look at him. Her flushed face indicated how much she cared for him. Her intense blue eyes told him everything he wanted to know.
"You do love me, don't you?"
"I love you very much, he assured her. "More than anyone else in the world."
"Enough to marry me?" Linda asked suddenly, wanting to make sure the count was not thinking about a sexual rendezvous with no thought of something as permanent and ideal as a marriage relationship.
"If that were all," he said as he kissed her again, "it would be easy. But everything centers around our being together always."
The princess's eyes met his clearly without hesitation.
"I will marry you," she told him, "but I'm not sure my parents would approve running away like this."
"You saw what a nightmare it was escaping those photographers," he reminded her. "Isn't it better that we elope and have a simple wedding?"
"Yes, I mean that
"You are wondering whether you dare marry without your mother arranging a fashionable wedding. I know a palace wedding would be beautiful, my love.But when two people want each other as much as we do, we can't wait.'"
"But I'm not sure that it's right," the princess hesitated once the full reality of what she was doing came over her.
Her eyes clouded with tears and she shrank from him.
"Don't be unhappy," he said softly.
"I didn't say that," the princess smiled. "Nothing on earth matters to me beside you. If you will love me, I shall think about you all my life long."
At this point he noticed the stewardess who was coming around to ask them if they wanted champagne.
"Champagne it is," the count smiled, flashing his white teeth.
"And you?" he asked, turning to the stunning blonde princess.
Nodding and smiling, Linda assured him she wanted to sip champagne with him, too.
Once they had sipped their chapagne and relaxed, they began enjoying the flight.
"After London," he told her, "it will be just a short hop to the United States. But now let's get some sleep."
It was way past the princess's normal bedtime. She leaned against the handsome count's shoulder as the stewardess came to take their long-stemmed champagne glasses from them.
The lights in the plane were dimmed now and it was nearly dark, making it comfortable and easy to sleep. But both of them were so excited sleep didn't come easy. Reaching over, the count ran his fingers through her hair.
"What lovely hair," the count whispered. "I love to run my fingers through it."
As he kept running his fingers through Linda's hair he bent over and brought his face close to her ear. Soon he was pushing his tongue ever so slightly forward, allowing it to snake its way inside of her left ear.
Linda's entire body began to tighten under the intense sexual activity of the moment. Once more the erotic arousal sensations that she had experienced with the young man on the beach, the man she had danced with at the disco, and the handsome chauffeur, flooded her being. She could see herself being swept away on a cloud in more ways than one. Her spirits were soaring just as high as the huge jet in which she was traveling, carrying her in the sky. The longer that the count slid his tongue inside of her ear, the more excited she became. Her whole body slid in dramatic response to his sweeping tongue manipulations.
A few tongue thrusts later he removed his mouth from her ear. He then let his tongue assert itself with greater quickness as vigorous desire got him so hot he knew he had to kiss her.
Holding her closely, he pressed his searing lips against her.
"Oh, you're so beautiful," he whispered hungrily. "I could eat you."
At this point he placed her hand on his penis. Linda could feel its hugeness.
"I want you to play with me," the count told the princess.
He was whispering and no one paid any attention in that everyone was fast asleep as the great engines of the quiet engine soared into the night.
Slowly unzipping his fly she could feel his throbbing manhood.
"Go ahead," he begged, "pull it out. I want you to give me a blow job."
Linda didn't fully understand what the count meant by the words, "blow job."
"What?" she whispered, her innocent blue eyes looking into his hot, lustful gaze.
"I mean I want you to suck on me," he explained.
Once more the princess's face flushed as she realized what was expected of her. Slowly she inserted her hand in his pants. Reaching down, she fumbled to pull his huge, thick cock from the confines of his crotch.
"I'm going to give you a good time," he promised her.
Soon he was pulling it out for her. As she saw the count's cock spring to life she was amazed at its enormous size.
"Pull on it first," he whispered.
Gently touching it, the princess found it difficult to pull on the count's throbbing cock.
"Go ahead," he whispered with eager urging, "just pull it slowly and then pick up the tempo."
Ever so slowly the beautiful blonde princess pulled on his manhood. She shut her eyes and began stroking swiftly up and down his hard shaft. Then she saw it standing out from his hairy loins. When she opened her eyes and moved down around his crotch she could see the thick knobby head was starting to ooze cream. At this point a small moan of excitement escaped her lips.
"Go ahead," he told her, "do it for me."
She began slipping her tongue back and forth over the tip of his cock. The moment her tongue touched his penis tip, the searing rush of sexual electricity passed through her body. As the current continued she began slowly sucking his throbbing cock. The count's balls ached with lusty desire. He could hardly wait to explode his load in her mouth.
"You're sucking real smooth," he told her.
The count's soft voice had a mesmerizing effect.
"Don't worry," he told her as she sucked hungrily on his huge cock, "no one is watching."
Linda went on pulling on his blood-engorged member and sucking the tip of it. It swelled with desire and she shamelessly slipped her tongue back and forth over its meaty head.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," the count panted as he reached down to affectionately caress her bosoms.
He let his thumbs slip freely back and forth over her nipples as his cock lurched obscenely in her mouth. For an instant the princess gasped. She was almost choking on the count's cock meat.
"Ohhh, come on," he told her, "now you're doing it. Suck, suck!"
For a moment Linda looked at the outer skin of his turgid maleness, capping and uncapping the unseeing eye in its head. And that eye was leaking, dripping a thin silvery strand of pre-coital sap that glistened at the satiny bloated head from which it came as he smeared it around with the palm of his hand on every upstroke. He had taken his male hardness from her wet grasp in an unrestrained outburst of sexual arousal.
"That fast?" the princess asked the count as she realized the tempo at which he was pumping his prick.
"Go ahead," he told her.
His penis was so big and shiny and stiff that Linda could hardly wait to suck it off and taste him. Her loins began to throb in response to the spectacle that she was looking at. Now Linda knew what she wanted. She wasted no time. Thrusting her mouth down over his cock, she felt the count quivering. For a thrilling instant he could imagine how fantastic it would be when his penis shaft exploded.
"Suck on me," he begged her. "Suck me." Grasping his huge, throbbing cock, she began sucking.
"Reach down and massage my balls," the count coaxed her urgently.
It was easy for Linda to tell by the husky tone of the count's voice and his reddening face just how stimulated he'd become. She gently massaged and caressed his bloated balls.
"That's the way"" he panted. "Play with them."
She kept pulling on his throbbing cock with one hand and playing on his balls with the other while her mouth moved up and down the head of his shaft.
"Ohhh, suck me, suck me," he panted with lusty desire as he closed his eyes. "Just keep licking it," he asked eagerly. "Please, Linda."
Reaching down he pressed her head urgently over his cock. She could see how intent he was to satisfy his lusty desire. As Linda let her pink tongue tip flip over the meaty crown of his cock, she could feel his entire body quiver.
"Suck-suck me," he panted as he felt her lips over the shiny head of his maleness.
Using his hand he pressed the princess further down over his penis. Soon Linda's mouth was over his throbbing cock, her lips fastened firmly at his cock head as she sucked voraciously, instinctively.
"Ohhh, yes, yes," he panted as he pumped his hard, long prick meat farther down her throat. "That's the way I like it. Just like that."
The beautiful blonde princess was sucking smoothly and becoming more aroused than ever.
"Blow me, ohhh ... eat me ... keep your mouth on it until I shoot."
The princess could sniff the pungent scent of the count's heated loins as she let her hot mouth travel up and down the length of his slick manhood.
"Eat me," he gasped as he thrust his prick to the back of her throat, enjoying the sensation of his cock head caressing her throat like this.
Linda sucked hungrily as her finger tips continued caressing and massaging his lust-bloated balls. The raging genital heat prompted him to change his position. He wanted to slide it farther down her throat.
Positioning himself so he could watch his throbbing, long cock meat riding in her face, he continued fucking her.
He enjoyed thrusting it all the way down her throat. Then he could slowly withdraw and see the saliva slickened surface of his cock. His balls bounced on the princess's lips" when he'd fill her face up with his thick, skewering prick meat.
"I'll flood your face with my cum," he smiled down at her. "I'm almost there. Just keep sucking me."
Linda kept her lips fastened firmly on his spongy cock head. She was eager to suck the sweet male sperm from his manhood. The hot flush of desire surfaced on her face as her burning lips held his penis tightly, her torrid tongue sweeping over his cock again and again. She could taste him starting to cum and it tasted wonderful to her.
The count's hand went out to hold her head down over his meaty erection. He knew he was about to shoot his wad. Her fingers continued exploring his agitated balls. Linda was eager to experience that thrilling, erotic moment of climax. She was anxious to discover what he would taste like when he came in her mouth. In one thrilling instant she didn't have to be curious anymore. He was shooting his pungent seed in her mouth, rapidly sliding it over and over down her throat. She almost choked on his gushing cum load.
He loved watching her suck his seed and swallow his load.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "eat it, eat it."
His thick, creamy cum load kept shooting in her mouth as she sucked noisily.
Someone was moving in the aisle and this bothered him. Hastily the count threw a light blanket over her head so that the stewardess who was walking down the aisle couldn't see what was happening.
"Quiet!" he whispered.
The stewardess walked by.
"It's all right now," the count whispered to the princess as she eased off his prick and he slid his flaccid cock back in his shorts and zipped up his fly-Linda lay in his arms the rest of the way on the flight to London.
CHAPTER NINE
Linda wasn't aware of another thing until they finally landed in New York City after refueling in London.
"What's happening?" she asked as she straightened up and realized she was sitting next to a handsome blonde man. For a moment she had forgotten where she was and what she was doing.
Smiling at her the count explained, "We're landing in New York, my dear," he told her. "And we're going to get married. Tomorrow you and I will be man and wife."
It all came back to her in sudden, startled reality.
"I love you," he whispered sincerely, looking at her with his eyes indicating how beautiful he thought she was.
"Please," she said as she ran her fingers through her corn-silk hair, "I must look terrible."
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
"How long have we been on this plane?"
"I don't know, but we're getting to New York. That's the important thing."
When they got off the plane they saw a swarm of photographers and reporters. Apparently the wire services had informed the New York press crew about their flight.
"Look-they're here!" Princess Linda exclaimed. "Oh, I don't want them to photograph me."
Once more the beautiful young princess slipped into her sun glasses.
"Where are we going?" she asked as they threaded their way through the crowd of reporters who were calling out to them. "When are you getting married?"
Neither the count nor the princess would say one word. The limousine that was parked there for them had been arranged through the count's staff. Climbing into the car, he asked to be taken to the Park Regency Hotel at the edge of Central Park.
Glancing out of the window once she'd removed her dark glasses, the princess recognized the beautiful city of New York in all its splendor. It was night time and she remembered her desire to go to a disco.
"Let's go dancing," she said anxiously. "I've always wanted to dance at a disco in New York."
"Anything you say," he told her. "I'm in love with you ... and I want you to be happy."
She was thrilled that he would act this way.
"Will you always treat me like this?" she laughed gaily, throwing her head back.
"If you promise to never change," he smiled as he looked at the radiant blonde beauty.
"I promise," she said excitedly. "I'll never change. I'll always be the same-just for you."
How the count wished her promise could come true. For she was a girl with luminous blue eyes, soft blonde hair and fair skin that appealed to him enormously.
Stopping at the Club 25 Disco, they told the driver to wait for them. Still wearing her beautiful gown and the count dressed in his black tuxedo, their clothes were hardly appropriate for the wild discotheque where they would go dancing. But it didn't matter. No one paid any attention. Perhaps they thought they had just dropped in from a costume party. Anything goes in New York, Linda quickly discovered.
As they continued dancing into the wee hours of the night, drinking, talking and laughing, photographers found them at last. When the flashbulbs began popping, people around turned and began whispering.
"That's the princess," one young man exclaimed, recognizing her from photos he'd seen of her in the newspapers.
Linda could never understand why people had to destroy her anonymity. She didn't want to hurt anybody, but it was awful the way they behaved, crowding, calling out to her and crushing against her. She pulled away and the count followed quickly behind her as they headed for the safety of the limousine. As soon as they managed to get into the car, the driver took off for the hotel.
Once they had checked into the hotel and were on the thirty-eighth floor overlooking Central Park, the count contacted a friend of his who arranged for their marriage.
It was a small, simple ceremony with only a friend of the count's and the minister to marry them. When it was over they celebrated. Once more the count insisted they have champagne.
A cart was pushed into their room with a silver bucket holding crushed ice surrounding the finest vintage of 1966 French champagne from Bordeaux. As they sipped their drinks and spoke of beauty and life and love, the count suggested they both undress
"But why?" she asked nervously.
"Because I'd like to see you naked," he told her.
"I ... I can't," the princess objected. "I can't undress for you and parade around with no clothes on."
He smiled as he looked at her. "That's sad," he said as he reached out, placing his finger tips on her bosoms. "You're so beautiful. I want you naked now. Take off your clothes."
At this point Linda felt a sudden compulsion to follow his wishes.
"All right," she told him, "I'll undress ... and you can undress, too."
The count had made such an issue of being naked by insisting, "There's nothing wrong with nudity. That's the natural state of all of us at birth. People's dirty minds make it seem vile and evil."
The count watched as she began slowly removing her clothes. A smile played across his moist lips. He had never felt an urge to have any woman as much as the hot need that bristled within him to go to bed with the beautiful princess at this moment.
Letting her dress slip from her body she moved toward him. Sitting on the edge of the bed she eased out of her silver shoes. She was ready to remove her undergarments. The count stood at the side of the bedroom, his mouth open, slack-jawed at the sight of her beautiful body. She was incredibly appealing in the most sensuous way.
Princess Linda had a magnetic attraction, almost a musky lure about her that made it almost impossible for him to keep his eyes off her body.
At this point she eased out of her brassiere. He could see her enormous bosoms jutting into instant view. The count's eyes widened as he looked in wonder at her distended nipples.
"What's the matter?" the young girl asked, her face flushed as she saw the sensuous expression on the count's face.
The count laughed nervously, glancing around almost as if he expected someone to jump from behind a closet door.
"Nothing," he winked.
The beautiful blonde laughed, and when she did so, her naked breasts rose and fell excitedly.
"I can hardly wait to find out what it's like to go to bed with you," he told her.
It was strange how Linda's carnal desires were ding her on as well. But it didn't matter. There was no stopping her now. Her passionate urging blinded her to the reality of what she was doing.
The count cocked his head to one side, letting his eyes slide to her crotch. Linda could actually feel the heat of his intense stare as his body throbbed with lustful desires.
Linda stared at the count who stood there in his tuxedo. The blackness of the tuxedo emphasized the richness of his blonde hair. It made him look so tall and handsome. The count had an air of not caring what would make women long to conquer him. Even though the princess seemed so innocent, he knew that she was obviously hot for him. The hotel room was modern, furnished with a king-size bed, soft gray carpeting and huge picture windows running the length of two walls overlooking a panoramic view of the city and Central Park down below. But at this point the count wasn't looking at anything out there. His eyes were focused on Linda's naked body.
He looked at the highlights of her blonde hair as she ran her fingers dramatically through her beautiful glistening mane. Then he almost tore her panties off. He could see her naked pussy in all its splendor. His eyes focused on her curly blonde, fur-trimmed triangle. At this point she was eager to see him naked, too.
"Take off your clothes," she whispered. "I want to see you naked."
This built the count's ego. She was purring like a gorgeous feline in anxious heat. Her entire body became alive as she reached over to unzip his fly and then reached up to unfasten his belt. His pants fell to the floor. The count's penis swelled into full virile hardness.
"You like to play," he smiled with a confident smirk, his hands reaching out to touch her naked hips.
He wasted no time. Removing his coat he tossed it on a nearby chair. Next he removed his shoes and socks, tossing his pants aside and his shorts as well. Only his shirt remained. Once he'd removed his dress shirt he stood there completely naked. The count could see beaded moistness rimming the tender pink lips of the princess's pussy. When her legs opened wider the tempting folds of her vagina seemed to flower into anxious openness. Was she ever a cock hungry piece, he thought to himself. She was aching for it. Aching for a long, hard hunk of prick meat between her legs.
"Swing around my way," the princess smiled.
She wanted to have him in perfect position to slip his penis into her slit. The count swung around, reaching a gentle hand down to the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks. He was less than surprised to find Linda possessed the pert skin tautness of a young girl. She was the kind of female who kept her body in perfect condition. Linda was hot and trembled against him as her eyes closed and she breathed anxiously, her lips seeking his.
Kissing her passionately he discovered she was responding anxiously. Her mouth opened around his, her lips grinding into his teeth as her tongue searched furtively for his. The beautiful young princess's body shook with rising excitement as she reached down to grip the one thing she needed now-his hard cock.
The count moaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around the thick, blood-engorged length of his cock and he kissed her passionately, answering her fervent soul kiss with one of his own. He felt strangely excited. Not in years had the count enjoyed the simple act of kissing this much. Perhaps it was her young, firm hand on his prick that made the difference.
He realized just how badly he needed her, and he knew how anxious she was to have him, too.
The naked girl turned, walked to the bed, and stretched out. Coming to her side quickly, he bent over and kissed her again and again. The count loved the sweet-smelling feminine body pressing close to him.
They lay there together, looking at each other lovingly. Then he felt her wriggling pelvis, smooth and flat as she ground against him. He could feel her-rising heat like a consuming fever burning frantically out of control in her loins.
The princess's thighs parted as she lay on her side, facing the count. His cock shot up between them. He was in search of the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between her trembling, soft thighs. The count's arms swept around her and she gripped him desperately, breathing in short, shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back. Her thighs opened shamelessly wide and she closed them around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked beauty with a low, sensuous moan of pleasure.
"Hmmmmm, beautiful," she panted. "You're so big and hard. I can't wait a second longer, my love."
Her feelings matched the count's desires. He wanted to stick his big hunk of man meat in her cunt. She gasped with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly, threatening to consume her with rapid ferocity unless she had his cock sliding inside of her. Unless he could quench the ardent lust flames with the gushing bliss of his virile cum.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," the princess begged as she felt the count's hard, long cock plunging into her hot pussy hole.
Her vaginal muscles grasped his driving manhood as she rode in a milking motion, determined to drain him.
His hands clasped her round, soft, silken-smooth ass cheeks. He squeezed her buttocks as he lustfully continued driving in her with all his might. His lewd smile indicated to her just how much he enjoyed having his cock riding inside of her.
"Ohhh, ahhh, ahhhh, I ... I can't stand it," he gasped in an outburst of passionate frenzy.
The beautiful blonde's naked, erect red nipple tips brushed tantalizingly back and forth across his muscular chest as he clasped her bare buttocks, squeezing and caressing them and finally parting them to slide his finger sensuously into her tight anus.
All too vividly the princess remembered how dull it had been with the chauffeur. He had never given her sexual satisfaction like this. Her passion-packed body was begging for it and it was wonderful. This young, well hung count with his pistoning cock smoothly slipping in and out of her wet, slurping cunt hole felt fantastic.
"Hhhmmmmmmm, Alex," Linda gasped, "fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me!"
The wriggling, sweat-drenched princess gurgled, her eyes wide and lust-glazed as the horny count worked above her like a madman. She could scarcely breathe from the sheer force of his vigorous, skewering thrusts and every time he rammed his long, stiff prick into the sizzling heat of her cunt, she groaned until it slithered home and his swollen balls swung heavily into the smooth, tight cleft of her bottom cheeks with a resounding smack of incredible lewdness that only added to her fantastic arousal.
The beautiful princess clawed at his back, groping eagerly for the precious, jewel-like orb of his balls, bloated and heavy with the thick cream of his passion ... the warm, heavy cream that would soon be gushing into her quaking loins, flooding her tortured belly in a river of lust-quenching wetness.
It wouldn't be much longer until she reached that orgasmic peak that she was rushing blindly toward. She wanted to climb the pinnacle of a screaming, back-scratching climax that was only a second away.
"Yes, yes, hard now, just like that," she begged frantically, breathing huskily, her voice laden with emotion as she wriggled under him with delicious salaciousness.
She thrilled to the feel of every inch of his virile stiffness as his pelvis slammed against her again and again, each time sending the throbbing hardness of his prick deeper into the clasping wet heat of her anxious, young cunt.
Linda reached for the count's balls ravenously, squeezing them and loving with her fingers like they were huge, oversized pearls. She felt the pulsing, swelling pressure and knew that in a few seconds this wondrous, creamy heat would be hers in a spurting, gushing torrent of hot, heavy cum.
"That's the way," the princess panted. "Yes, yes. Now you're fucking me. Fuck me with your big, hard prick. Hmmmm, yes, I love it. Ohhh, I love having your cock inside of me."
Linda breathed gaspingly, grasping Alex's pumping hips with the insides of her thighs, their naked bodies grinding together hotly, soaked with perspiration and she could feel his firm, muscular chest crushing down against the sensitive, tender tips of her nipples as her legs spread incredibly, doubling back to give the count greater entry to the clinging, hot depths of her juicy cunt hole.
Without more warning her orgasm exploded like the impact of a bullet, and the naked blonde princess screamed, shrieking as if her life was vanishing from her quivering body. But it wasn't in any kind of pain that she screamed, but in the delicious sensation of her own climax. She was out of her mind with erotic excitement.
"Ahhh, yes, yes, I'm cumming! Ahhhh!"
Bleating animalishly and tossing her beautiful blonde head wildly from side to side as her hair flailed about her on the pillow, she bucked and writhed under her strong, powerful lover as if she was a mare in heat.
Her handsome male stud held it back until he could obtain the satisfaction of watching her cum, seeing the distorted grimace of pleasure surface on her beautiful face, as perspiration beaded her brow and dribbled into her tear-stained eyes.
"Now beg for it," the count told her, "and I will give you a bellyful of my cum."
"Yes, yes, I want it," the princess panted. "Fuck me, fuck me."
With hard, deep strokes the count continued plunging his cock into her. Her cunt muscles grabbed his full, thrusting, stabbing cock tightly.
"Yes, yes," she begged, "fill me up. I want it.
His throbbing, long cock pressed against her with deep, hard strokes.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he exploded in her pussy.
She milked him with her cunt, then released her grip on his cock as she watched him slowly ease from her pussy.
The count lay beside her, spent and satisfied.
"You are more wonderful than I ever thought you could be," he told her.
Secretly, silently, the princess had puzzled the count. He had thought he was marrying a virgin.
"I ... I thought you were a virgin," he finally whispered, a teasing smile in his eyes.
"I ... I went horseback riding," she tried to explain nervously. "You know what can happen. When a girl goes horseback riding and is jostled a certain way, it can happen."
"You don't have to apologize to me, Princess Perfect," he said, kissing the tip of her nose. "You are wonderful just as you are. But I don't think a horse busted your cherry."
The princess was consoled when the count placed his lips next to her ear and confided, "I wasn't a virgin either when I met you."
CHAPTER TEN
The very next morning when they awoke, Linda realized with a start that she was in her honeymoon suite in New York City. The count awakened a moment later.
"Good morning," he smiled at her. "And how is my beautiful princess today?"
Linda didn't want him to call her a princess. Even though she knew her mother and father wanted her to think of herself as Princess Linda Romalia, she wanted to think of herself as simply Linda.
"Your lover is fine," she whispered, "but dispense with that princess talk."
It pleased the count to see what a humble, beautiful, sweet soul he had married.
"I'm going to love you," he told her. "I know that."
Parting her legs, the princess told him, "Darling, you've got to play with my pussy."
The count reached down with his right hand, letting his finger tips ease smoothly toward her mound.
"Let your fingers slide nice and slow," she told him. "Let the passion build. Ohhh, do I ever want my pussy taken care of. Go ahead."
The count was so hot, so manly and so virile that it excited and thrilled her as he reached down to play with her vagina. He began to step up his pace as he let his fingers work inside her hot hole.
She quickly became accustomed to the movements, enjoying every stroke that he put forward inside her hot mound.
"Ohhh, work faster," she begged him. "Ohhh, I love it. Do it like that. Drive your fingers quickly. Yes, yes, I really want it."
With great desire and skill he kept probing inside her hot cuntal flesh.
"You've got to go down on me," she told him. "I need your tongue. I need it so bad. Eat me."
Linda wanted her lover to drive his tongue inside her mound. He was eager to respond to her request. He dropped his head down between her legs, letting his tongue slide inside her pussy. He went to work with his probing tongue, driving it deep within her. Then he reached out and played with her blonde buttocks. He enjoyed touching her firm, ripe ass cheeks, and thrilled to the manner in which her body responded to his every touch.
The stunning blonde girl's legs kicked back and forth, causing the count to feel an even greater measure of excitement as he continued his relentless sucking.
"Bury your tongue in my pussy," she panted. "Ohhh, Alex. You really know how to excite me. Keep your tongue sliding in me. Ohhh, you drive your tongue brilliantly. Yes, suck me, sweetheart, suck me."
It gave her a sense of exhilaration to have him licking her crotch like this. He kept it going, stimulating her more and more every moment. A few hot strokes later he recognized just how close she was drawing to the ultimate moment of climax.
"Keep your tongue inside of me," she begged. "Drive it hard. Ohhh, yes, I'm going to juice. Just keep your tongue sliding inside a little bit longer."
The count was overjoyed at the fact that he was achieving so much on the princess's pussy in such a short period of time. It proved to him just how closely in tune he was with his beautiful young bride.
"Faster, suck me faster," she exclaimed.
Alex reached out and let his Fingers clutch more sharply than before against her buttocks. He kept up his burning tongue lashes, dazzling her with them, pushing her ever closer to climax.
"Yes, yes," she panted as she ground her cunt in his face.
He got so excited that he momentarily slipped his tongue from her pussy and licked all around her smooth, white ass crevice. Linda had never known anything half as exciting. He then held her ass cheeks up in the air and tongue fucked her ass-hole.
The young princess wriggled underneath the stabbing tongue movements.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "I love it. Just like that. Suck my ass-hole."
He continued licking at her ass-hole while he fingered her pussy. She loved the way he pinched and caressed her love button while he ate her ass out. Wrapping her legs around his head, she ground her hot ass right in his face as he licked her. "Ohhh," Linda groaned, "suck, suck." She was building to a passionate crescendo. She wanted him to get back in her pussy so he could eat her.
"Eat me," she begged frantically. "Suck my pussy." Flipping his tongue from her rectum to her vagina, he continued his fervent stabs until her cunt juices shot into his hungry mouth. Conscientiously he gobbled up every drop of her pussy juice. At that point he released his tongue from her mound. The princess looked longingly, lovingly at him.
"I never enjoyed anything quite so much," she told him.
With a determined look filling his face, he wanted to prove his point.
"One good lick deserves another," he told her as he began straddling her.
All at once she felt his thighs closing in on her lace. She looked up and his buttocks were resting right on her mouth.
"Get ready to lick," he told her. "Lick my ass good."
Placing her tongue between his ass crack, she began licking in earnest.
"Higher," he told her. "Higher into my ass-hole."
He gripped his penis and pumped on it as she began licking at his ass crack. It gave him a double thrill to jack off while she was eating his behind. Maneuvering his hand expertly, he jacked off brilliantly, and at the same time she went on licking his behind.
"Ohhh, yes, darling, yes. Drive your tongue up my ass-hole. Suck fast. Go even quicker. Drive your tongue up there. Ohhh, your tongue movements are so brisk, so rapid. Keep it going."
While the princess continued her stimulating tongue sensation inside her lover's ass-hole, she increased her pace. Linda noticed his fingers moving up and down the full length of his cock as he rode her tongue.
"Your tongue movements are too much," he exclaimed. "You are really driving your tongue, baby. Ohhh, keep your tongue flipping up my ass."
At this point she had to catch her breath. She momentarily abandoned her ass-hole sucking and then he presented her with his penis.
"Lick my balls first," he told her.
Her tongue licked his sleek, bloated balls.
"Open your mouth and suck on them," he told her.
The count was so excited that he was tingling all over.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "now I'm going to feed you my prick."
She opened her mouth and he inched his cock inside. Back and forth he slid his prick in her mouth, finally letting it dip down her throat.
She reached for her lover's buttocks. Linda squeezed his ass cheeks while he fucked her face. She could feel his ass muscles flexing as he rammed his prick down her throat and pulled back. She continued sucking on his throbbing penis and then let her lingers clutch his balls. Linda clung to them tightly, pinching them, finding even greater desire for orgasmic release.
"Suck my cock," he gasped. "Ohhh, baby, keep your tongue driving. That's what I like."
It wasn't going to be much longer before he unloaded. His balls were on fire and the more she tickled and clutched at them, the more excited he became.
"Now I'm going to do it," he told her. "Suck me. I'm gonna shoot you my load. I've got a lot of hot, white stuff for you."
Linda sucked with greater conviction than ever, recognizing the urgency of his cry. All at once his cock exploded.
"Eat it," he cried out. "Eat it."
With an overpowering desire she went to work sucking the hot, white, thick load of cream that shot from the head of his cock.
"Gobble it up," he told her. "Swallow it."
Once she had swallowed his thick load of semen, he eased out. But he was still hard.
"You sure gave me a good cock suck," he told her.
Now Count Alex von Strahl was looking at his lovely young wife's pussy. "I want to fit it in from behind," he told the shapely princess.
"That is not right," Linda objected.
Tears came to her eyes as she realized what he was expecting.
"Yes, it is," he insisted. "That's the way I get excited."
She looked at his big cock. Linda could see that her naked body had triggered his total sensuality and he was ready again to follow his carnal lusts.
"You want it," he told her. "Now what I want you to do is crawl across the floor to me on your knees. And then I want you to bend over with your ass in the air and let me fuck you."
The beautiful young princess was startled that her lover would suggest anything so depraved and degrading.
"I could never do that," she exclaimed nervously.
Hastily she threw the sheets over her nakedness.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "a little champagne and you'll do anything."
The count picked up the telephone and called for room service. Champagne was brought to the suite a few moments later. He slipped into his clothes so he could accept the champagne which was being served from a small cart. Pushing the cart into the bedroom he told her to drink some. Once she had enough champagne, she was willing to comply with his bizarre request. He commanded her again to crawl on her knees.
Getting down on her knees, the beautiful young blonde princess crawled across the floor to him as he stood there naked. He told her to bend over with her ass in the air. At this point he got down on the floor behind her-and he began licking her buttocks. All at once he got his face down between her ass cheeks and licked her anus with a broad, wet warm tongue. He relished her puckered, tight ass-hole. The excitement made his hands tremble as they caressed her stomach. When his big, hot tongue stabbed high into her ass-hole she ground and wiggled about in wondrous delight.
"Ohhh," she exclaimed, "that's wonderful."
He tongue fucked her ass-hole until he reached around to stroke her bosoms and pinch her nipples. And then at that moment he paused. Spitting in his hand the count applied his own spit to his cock. He rubbed it all over his penis.
"Relax," he told her as he placed his throbbing, long cock between her ass cheeks.
Suddenly he shoved it into her puckered anus. Relaxing her sphincter muscle as best she could, the young princess shut her eyes. She was fearful as she felt his big prick sliding inside her. Her lover was going to fuck her in the ass-hole and she was frightened.
"Now relax," Alex insisted.
He began slowly inserting his prick. As she felt him burrowing deeper between her buttocks, she quivered and trembled.
"You're going to hurt me," she complained.
"Relax, damn it," he told her.
His hands opened the cheeks of her ripe buttocks and the huge satiny head of his prick probed and pressed against her tight sphincter muscle. He was so big she didn't think she could take it all. Relaxing herself as best she could, Linda felt his prick driving deeper into her tight ass-hole. It hurt for a sudden moment and then there was no pain, only a mad, lewd desire to be screwed by him as his big shaft paved the way deeper into her body. It felt so good as he violently rammed his huge prick in and out of her, fucking her furiously. He was exciting. She forgot about the pain and thrilled to the pleasure. Linda had never had anything like this.
"How does it feel?" he smiled as he went on plunging deeply into her sensitive anus.
At the beginning the princess was so thoroughly thrilled with her first ass fucking, she was intoxicated and paralyzed by the feeling of that big thing inside of her. At first her anus was tight-but as the lubrication of his spit eased his heavy thrusts, she relaxed her tight sphincter muscle to looseness that afforded him the full use of her now-excited anal duct. She began to return his strokes and grinds and he fucked and screwed her insanely with a finely perfected rhythm. As the count would slowly pull back his throbbing cock, she would exercise her anal muscles so that her hot ass-hole was actually performing a quick, sharp sucking motion on his driving, stabbing penis. Each time her ass-hole sucked tautly on his huge, ramming shaft, he moaned with intense ecstasy, his mounting sensuousness making him plunge his massive rod far up into her. He would hold it there a moment, savoring the delicious feeling of his cock throbbing deep in her tight, fired-up ass-hole. Then he would withdraw it slowly and she would pull it back again. She had lost all track of time. Linda felt as though he'd been fucking her ass forever and she didn't want him to stop. It was a beautiful, turbulent sensation. They were both in a frenzy, too. Her ass-hole was squeezing and tightening on his driving penis, begging it to fill her with its hot, creamy semen.
From his wild actions Linda could tell how much he enjoyed this kind of sex. The very thought of his hot, white sperm squirting in her ass-hole got her even more excited.
"Fuck me," she begged as she began matching his every ramming, writhing stroke.
He was groaning aloud and fucking her as fiercely as if he were a man demented. The lengthy and furious strokes of his pulsing prick had her so stimulated she was almost cumming herself. She could hardly take the overpowering vibrant convulsive fucking much longer. With one wild agonized moan, his cock jerked, his whole body heaved, and his balls spewed a flood of hot, white cum into her ass-hole. At each continuing stab of his electrifying cock, her body became more exhilarated.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded passionately as a spurting jet stream of cum shot up her tight anus.
Now he was ramming it to her insanely. She bent over farther and glanced over her shoulder as he unloaded his cum in her ass.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "fuck, fuck."
When he finally pulled his prick out of her ass-hole he looked at her lovely body and saw the great beauty of near goddess-like breasts, the nipples pinkish hard and titillated into her huge passion. It was obvious to her that she had become so excited she was almost out of her mind with delight.
At that point a phone call came that forced the count to leave his lovely young bride.
"I have someone waiting for me in the lobby that followed me on another plane," he explained. "I will talk to them and then I will come back to you."
The young princess got to her feet, threw her arms around her husband, and kissed him. He dressed and left her alone. As Linda lay there in their room she couldn't take her mind off what had happened. When someone knocked on the door and she didn't understand that it was the bus boy coming to take away the cart with the champagne, she got to her feet and answered. The moment he took a look at her naked body his eyes fell to her loins. He couldn't help but respond to her. Coming into the bedroom he looked at her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the princess said as she hastily covered her nakedness.
"Don't be sorry," the bus boy smiled.
For an instant he hoped that she had invited him to have sex with her.
"Go," she told him.
He stood there motionless, just looking at her. "But you must go!" she insisted, afraid to make a move.
"Just let me look at you," he said as he hastily surveyed her voluptuous charms.
His eyes focused on her beautiful bosoms and then he glanced at her crotch.
"Please," he whispered eagerly, "please, let me lick you there."
Before she could stop him, he was on his knees.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He flung his hands around her bare ass cheeks and his tongue swept to her vagina. Soon she felt him licking along her pussy as his tongue snaked inside of her. The sensations that he was generating in her were so arousing and pleasing that she couldn't stop him.
"Ohhh," she told him as she felt the raging genital heat in her loins, "ohhh, please."
The delicious sensation of him licking at her pussy as he nibbled her clit was driving her out of her mind. The young, horny bellboy continued licking. He stared at the tufts of silky blonde pubic hair and the pink juicy vagina. He went on licking and sucking as he clutched her tightly.
The thrills that he felt as she struggled in vain were not lost, for the young bellboy unzipped his fly. He showed her his huge cock and she looked at him lustfully.
"Leave me alone," she begged.
He pushed his tongue down between her legs once more and began sucking her moist fissure. He liked to let his tongue glide slowly, working its way against the dampness of her silky pubic curls. His twisting tongue moved with increasing speed against her vagina in a tantalizing manner. At this point her ass cheeks kept on flouncing against the bellboy's hands as he clutched her buttocks. She gasped louder than ever and he realized how he was stimulating her. He felt her twisting as his spearing, probing tongue continued driving in with swift precision as it made its way alternately against her searing clitoris, then against the wetness of her hot vagina.
As her hips rocked and thrashed several more times, the beautiful princess let out one last gasp.
"Ohhh, stop it!" she begged. "Stop it!"
He kept on thrusting his sweeping tongue inside the warm, moist portals of her pussy. Her juices began to spurt from her overwrought vagina, spraying with scalding impact into his hot, eager mouth. He kept driving his tongue in and out of her vagina and the next things she knew he was oh top of her. Linda looked at his huge cock as he aimed it for her vagina.
"I'm going to fuck you," he told her.
She reached out and moved her fingers over the tip of his cock. It wasn't going to take him much longer before he rode it into her.
"Start moving your fingers faster," he told her.
The young girl moved her hand up and down the full length of his prick with rising urgency.
"Come on," he told her, "I need some fast action."
Now the young bellboy took off all of his clothes and looked at her. It frightened her that he was so horny. Then he walked over to the bed where she was lying and mounted her. Straddling her, he let his buttocks brush over her bosoms as he brought his thick cock to her mouth. He pumped his massive cock into her face. His hips gyrated wildly as he rammed it to her. Linda could feel the tufts of his pubic hair salaciously tickling her chin with each driving thrust as he urgently told her to suck harder.
"Suck me," he begged. "Suck me."
All at once he felt the white-hot steam begin deep in his balls and race with urgency the entire length of his wildly thrusting penis. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though being tortured. His madly driving cock seemed to burst open from the top at once, his entire body wrenching in an agony of pleasure. His pulsating cock exploded in gust after gust into her lewdly sucking mouth, bloating her cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt of cum until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling hungrily at his thrusting groin.
"Don't stop now," he panted. "Don't stop sucking."
His hands reached out to grip her flowing blonde hair as he grabbed her head and frantically went on fucking her.
Linda held his ass cheeks in her hand as he finished unloading. A low grunt rumbled from his throat as she sucked around the jerking length of his still-thrusting cock, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she swallowed him. His cock rammed all the way down her throat as he continued to shoot his white hot sperm load in subsiding bursts.
Finally satisfied, he slipped his deflated, limp cock from her mouth. She licked the last oozings of cum from its head. He got off the bed and smiled at her.
As Linda returned to reality, the princess realized what she'd done.
"You'd better go," she warned him as she pulled the sheet over her naked body.
The bellboy hastily dressed. Then he pushed the cart containing the chapagne out of the suite as swiftly as he could.
Lying there alone once more, Linda was thinking. She thought about the palace. She thought about her mother. Having defied what she knew would be her parents' wishes concerning her marriage, she suddenly felt sad.
When the count did return he looked at her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Shaking her head, she told him, "Nothing." But he was certain something was bothering her. She was breathing nervously and gazing out at Central Park as he came over and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. He placed his lips on hers and kissed her passionately.
"I know you were worried about the royal wedding that your parents planned at the palace," he smiled.
"Of course," she told him. "I know how I've hurt them."
"But you have done what is best."
His heart beat hard as he looked at her. The count knew that he wanted her again.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked as she looked up into his eyes innocently.
"I'm thinking about you," he said as he saw her glowing eyes, her brilliant lips and her body lying out naked before him.
The pleasure that he felt in her nearness was increasing as he pulled back the sheet so he could examine her closely.
"Why do you do that?" she asked nervously.
"Because," he explained, "I love just looking at you."
Her eyes caught the fire in his eyes, and then she felt him gently caressing her firm, young breasts, watching her face contort in rapturous abandonment. She was just like any other woman, he thought to himself. Yes, she was a princess-but she had to be fucked like any other female.
Slowly he raised his head and forced it from the tight grip of her hands and knelt between her open thighs. He smiled when he saw her cringe. She closed her eyes tight and lifted her hands from the sides of his head, stripped naked and defenseless against his gaze. He stayed between her wide-open thighs, letting his eyes fall on the rapidly rising and falling orbs of her bosoms. Bending down, he levered himself until his mouth came to the erect little nipple of her left breast. He bit down harshly on it and she groaned, trying to twist away from the sudden torture. But his hands played over the warm nakedness of her thighs and hips and held her tight. His mouth began roaming wetly over the full-fleshed white mounds, kissing one nipple and then brushing his moistly eager lips over the hardening bud of the other bosom.
"What a beautiful pair of bosoms," he smiled as he sucked on them again, sending twitches of blissful sensation that descended feather-like to her pubic mound below.
Her ripely quivering buttocks began a soft grinding motion, setting up a lewdly stirring sound that excited him. She found it impossible to stop the lascivious tingling in her lust-moistened loins and as his hand came into nerve-shattering contact with her hotly throbbing cuntal lips as she groaned with desire.
"Spread your legs wide," the count told her.
With a mixture of fear and lewd desire, the naked young princess parted her thighs. The count's fingers slid into her wetly glistening vaginal slit until they rested at the hot, pulsing portal of her cunt. With his other hand he seized the shaft of his long, hard cock with his fingers and wiggled it lewdly against the ragged pink flanges, sending a ripple of erotically pure sensations surging through her loins. Then he ground slowly forward with his hips, guiding his massively thick penis forward until the great rubbery head nosed into her wetly pulsating cuntal lips.
Linda turned her head from side to side. She could feel him using the hot, bulbous tip of his cock to part her searing cuntal flesh and she closed her eyes with a shudder of passionate delight as she felt its soft, stimulating contact driving into the sensitive opening of her pulsing, tight pussy. Holding her breath for what seemed like forever, lying still in utter subjugation before her lover, not even daring to breathe, she felt him driving in the tight elastic entrance of her cunt. He thrust.
"Ohhh," she breathed in sexual ecstasy as he slipped through, driving in with deep, plunging stabs.
He enjoyed watching her underneath him. With slow, relentless penetration he began fucking her vigorously. Hot waves of erotic pleasure radiated outward, rippling and stabbing into her belly. The count rode with his hands pressed on either side of her shoulders, levering his loins so that the great length of his massive cock drove deeper within her moistly throbbing cunt lips. Linda could feel him pausing with the head of his blood-engorged cock poised just inside her pulsating pussy passage and then he drove forward, his weight ramming her full, firm breasts tightly against his chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time, driving into her pussy with lustful desire. There was no stopping the count now. His testicles smacked loudly into the defenseless, clenched cheeks of her upturned ass. Never before had she experienced anything like the invasion of his cock. It was beyond the limits of her comprehension.
His hotly pulsating penis was filling her, expanding the wet, throbbing walls of her cunt past the bursting point.
"Yes, yes," she panted as he pumped it to her. "Fuck me, fuck me."
It seemed as if she could feel every ridge and pulsing vein of his impaling organ as it pressed tightly against the soft walls of her vagina, his penis as inflexible as a sword, slicing cruelly into her. For a moment or two they lay like this. Then suddenly the head of his cock flexed gently forward and Linda felt a throb and nudge deep inside her pussy.
"Fuck," he told her. "Wrap your arms around me and fuck."
Throwing her arms around him, Linda responded to his driving cock stabs. His hands tightened about her body and she grabbed him. Brutally he rammed it to her.
"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me fast," the princess whimpered weakly, wanting him more than anything now.
A smile formed on his face as he realized how much she enjoyed this act. She moaned, her resistance broken, her defenses gone.
"I want you," she begged. "Fuck me."
Grinning now, he drove into her with deep, hard stabs. He enjoyed the sensation of her cuntal sheath clasping at his sensuously stabbing, pistoning penis.
"Yes," he told her as he worked his cock in her elastic tightness.
He enjoyed looking at her ripely quivering breasts heaving up and down with each intake and exhale of air from her chest. The count surged into her, driving the entire length of his sperm-filled cock deep into her warmly clasping cunt.
"Fuck me," he whispered excitedly. "Fuck me."
He smiled in triumph as she began an animal-like mewling as he rammed it to her with intense, deep jabs. Closing her eyes she could grip his prick and enjoy every moment of it. At last she was a total woman. Seconds later he exploded in her pussy and she came with him.
"I'm cumming," the count gasped. "Ohhh, fuck me. fuck me."
The sensations of pleasure seemed to merge with the obscene, slicing sounds of their fucking.
"Yes, yes," she panted as she gripped his buttocks, clutching them tightly as she felt the lewdly bouncing sacs of his balls.
Linda fondled his sperm-laden testicles, playing her finger tips over the soft, fleshy folds as he finished giving her a wild screw.
Suddenly she released her grip on his bare buttocks as he withdrew his slick cock from her pussy.
"You're quite a woman," he smiled.
The count went into the bathroom and showered. After that she took her shower.
"I've got good news for you," he told her.
"What is it?" the young princess asked, her eyes luminous with excitement.
"Your parents are coming here to join us," he told her. "I've invited them. Your mother and father were quite upset. But we are going to have a party when we return. Our wedding feast."
The princess's world was complete. She had worried about her parents. Hungrily she looked at her husband.
"Come over here," she told him.
Wrapping her arms around Alex, she kissed him passionately.
"You have no idea how much you mean to me," she told him.
He held her tightly and kissed her. After that she showered and dressed, too.
When she went downstairs in her formal gown, the problems were many. People looked at them both as if they had come from another planet.
"I think we ought to go shopping," she suggested.
The chauffeur was waiting for them in the limousine. The count knew exactly where to go on Fifth Avenue to the finest women's clothiers. It didn't take the princess long to discover New York had some talented fashion designers and fantastic clothes. She had to control her urge to spend as she wasn't sure of what the count might think about her extravagant purchases.
"You can buy anything you want," he whispered, his eyes aglow with delight to see how happy the shopping spree was making her.
When she had Finished her tour, it was time to join the count on a trip to a men's store. When they both Finally returned to the hotel, laden with boxes of clothes, they both were informed by the desk clerk that there was a phone call for them. It was from the princess's mother.
When she had gone to their honeymoon suite and phoned her mother in Valerno, Linda was delighted to discover that her mother was flying over the following day.
"Mother," she told her, "I'm so happy. You have no idea how happy I am."
After she hung up the phone Linda observed the count standing before her naked. He pulled the thick foreskin of his penis back and forth, then up and down. She saw the moist lubricant pop out of its head. As he came over to the edge of the bed she leaned down and let her red tongue extend from her parted lips as she flicked at the tiny hole of his cock tip. She felt the count's heated shaft stiffening in her hands. "Go. ahead," he smiled.
Linda's mind reeled with excitement. No longer did she feel frightened about her sexual desires.
"Take off your clothes," he told her.
She undressed completely. In the meantime the count had stretched out on the bed on his back. She nakedly hunched down on all fours over the count and slowly lowered her head around his crotch until her wetly ovaled lips slipped over and around his lust-swollen cock head.
"Hmmmmmmmm," she gasped as she began sucking, gradually taking in more and more of his heatedly throbbing cock into the soft wetness of her young, willing mouth.
He became more excited as he watched her performing the act for him. Her warmly moist mouth went down all the way as her lips tightened like an elastic band around the thick hardness of his prick. She had trapped his cock completely inside the soft cavern of her mouth and was sucking.
"Suck me," he told her. "Suck me good."
The princess's tightly compressed lips ovaled in a lewd manner around the count's wetly glistening shaft as he fucked in and out of her lust-contorted face. She was really going at it now.
"Suck," he whispered passionately. "Suck."
The beautiful blonde girl twirled the softness of her tongue maddeningly around the sensitive cock head. Alex could feel Linda's lips clasping hotly, pulling lewdly on the ridges of skin as she slowly withdrew. All at once she sucked in, bobbing her head down when she brought the hard shaft of his hot flesh into her greedy mouth once more. He raised his buttocks, plunging his massively thick penis along the entire quivering length of her tongue, observing her cheeks bloat with the thickness of his warmly throbbing flesh as it made its way down the back of her gurgling throat.
At the undersides of her lips, she could feel the blood pulsating to the sensitive area just below the head of his prick and she began to suck on it harder, swirling her tongue teasingly in small circles around the tip and then digging her teeth gently into the spongy flesh. The count's long, hard shaft seemed to lift up of its own accord, the tip of its lust-expanded head touching the roof of her mouth. His naked, quivering buttocks rose as his cock seemed to pulse and subside with each flutter of her tongue beneath the tiny opening of the glans at the end. Shifting her position she began sucking hungrily. She knelt on all fours between his legs.
Linda slid her hands beneath the cheeks of his ass, cupping them in her palms in order to draw his hotly throbbing loins closer to her face. She could feel the sperm-inflated sacs of his balls resting gently on the inside of her wrists as she kneaded his buttocks and the lewd sensation of his nakedly heated flesh pressed warmly against hers with the strong, thick hardness thrust almost the length of her throat as he fucked her face.