Filthy Royal

by Roxeanne Rolling

  It doesn’t take me long to pack up my tent, and soon my bag is sitting neat and tidy on against a big boulder. I sit down for a moment to finish the last of my cowboy style coffee before I pack up the cup too and get on the move. My car’s parked back in the main parking lot, and it’s maybe a mile walk up to there.

  The fresh air and clear sunlight are refreshing, but I’m not finding the peace in it like I did yesterday.

  My anxiety’s returning too. It’s really apparent now that it’s returned that somehow it was greatly diminished, if not totally absent, when I was with Luke.

  There’s someone crashing through the bushes. Or something. My pulse kicks into high gear, heart pounding, my fingers sweaty.

  I fish around in the pocket quickly and frantically, before finally finding my mace. I pull it out, and get down into a squatting position, partially hiding behind the boulder. I don’t know why I’m freaking out so much, but I have a bad feeling, especially after last night, with Luke running out on me.

  It’s a human, a man. He calls out. “Rebecca? Rebecca are you there?”

  I can tell from his voice. It’s Luke!

  But I don’t know what to think. I’ve just spent the entire morning being furious wit him.

  I let him call out my name a few times before I stand up, without saying anything. He’s spinning on his feet, turning around, looking for me all around. His face falls as he finally sees the spot where my tent was yesterday.

  Then he sees me. His face lights up.

  “Rebecca!”

  “Wow, seems like your princely training needs some work. You didn’t see me for like a full minute, even though you apparently studied animal tracking.”

  “How’s that snake bite, anyway?”

  “Fine, not that you helped with it at all.”

  “I didn’t?”

  “I was up last night after you left cleaning the wound and putting on band aids.”

  “Look, I’m sorry about that…”

  “So what happened? You didn’t leave? You’re actually in love with me, the poor American girl? And you’re going to promise me the palace?”

  “That’s sarcasm?”

  I nod my head.

  “Because I never said anything about…”

  I laugh, because he seems legitimately concerned that I might actually want all that.

  “Fuck all that stuff,” I say. “I don’t need no palace.”

  “I really love the way you Americans talk.”

  “I can tell,” Is ay. “You’re always trying to sound like an American.”

  “How am I doing with it, with the slang?”

  “Surprisingly well. You must have watched a lot of American TV,” I say.

  He nods.

  “So what happened?”

  He tells me about the fight he had with Sebastian, about the girls, about the paparazzi.

  “So shit really hit the fan, then?”

  “That’s exactly what I said last night to Eugene!”

  “Why are you so excited about it,” I say, my voice still pretty cold. I have to admit though that seeing his body, seeing his muscles before me, his chiseled face, is starting to…warm me up a little.

  “I got the expression right!”

  I laugh, despite the cold demeanor I’m trying to present.

  “You’re a pretty weird guy,” I say. “I feel like I can’t put you into any category I’ve ever known. You’re just different from everyone I’ve ever met…And before you congratulate yourself, that’s not totally a good thing.”

  “That’s what those American friends were always telling me.”

  “You mean those girls? What ever happened to them anyway?”

  “I dunno,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “The last thing I remember is they were all yelling at Sebastian for him to beat the living shit out of me. Then I slammed the door in their face.”

  “So is that how you treat all the women you sleep with?”

  “Sleep with? What? I never touched them. They were fucking Sebastian’s brains out.”

  “Uh-huh,” I say, still skeptical.

  “That doesn’t mean there weren’t…well, plenty of American women on this trip before them. But by the time I picked up those girls, I was too tired of their type.”

  “Their type?”

  “They just want the royal jewels, the wealth.”

  “They want the royal cock, is that it?” I say, my face breaking out into a smile.

  He laughs. “I guess so.”

  Luke seems a little more humble this morning. At times, it seems to me like he’s a couple different people all rolled together in the same incredibly sexy package. Last night he was the asshole jerk, running out on me. Before that, he was the calm prince. He’s also the party animal on vacation, the rich spoiled party animal, to be more exact.

  “So what are you still doing here? Even if you already cause a scene with the press…you could still move on to greener pastures, if you’re going to continue your US tour?”

  “I wanted to stay for you,” he says this completely serious. For once, his accent seems to be coming through stronger than normal. It sounds sexy as fuck.

  He moves over to me calmly, putting his hand on my back, standing right in front of me, before pushing his body against mine.

  I can’t take it. He’s too fucking sexy. I lean in and he kisses me deeply on the mouth, caressing my hair with his hands.

  I can’t help it, my hands are all over him right away.

  Before I realize what it is I’m doing, I shove my hands down his pants, grabbing his thick bulging cock, already rock hard.

  “You’re feisty today,” he growls, gripping my thighs, one with each hand.

  “I guess I can’t stay away from that royal cock.”

  He laughs, and I laugh.

  But the lust overtakes us a moment later, and we’re going at it hard and fucking heavy.

  “Where are we going to do it?” I say.

  He looks around. “What about your tent? Where is it?”

  I point to my backpack. “It’s already packed up.”

  “Fuck it. Let’s do it here.”

  “Out in the open?”

  “Yes,” he says this with such confidence it convinces me right there on the spot.

  So in the early morning sunlight, we flop down on the long wild grass of the campsite. I figure there are enough trees, rocks, boulders and cactus to protect us from any prying eyes. Anyway, it’s not like the tent provided much noise protection anyway.

  “I need to have you,” he growls in my ear.

  “I need you too,” I say. “Give me that royal cock. Let’s see what you can do with it this time.”

  “You’re getting better at bad talk.”

  “You mean dirty talk, right?”

  “Whatever.”

  “Your accent gets stronger when you’re turned on. And you forget all your good American slang you’ve been working so long to learn.”

  “I guess all my brain blood is in my cock,” he says.

  “It sure is,” I say, giving his cock a healthy squeeze.

  He’s behind me now, on top of me. The grass is all up around me. I feel his heavy weight on my back and ass, on my legs, pushing me down.

  He’s pushing his cock gently against my clit, rubbing along my wet lips.

  “You’re so fucking damp,” he says.

  I start laughing uncontrollably. That just sounds so weird.

  “Why are you laughing?”

  “The phrase is ‘wet.’ Anything else just sounds…strange.”

  “You’re wet,” he says. “I knew that.”

  But he could say anything he wants right now. I wouldn’t care in the least bit. I just want his cock.

  “I need you in my mouth I say.”

  “I’ll just put it in for a moment. My cock just needs a little taste.”

  “OK,” I say, secretly eage
r, anticipating his cock inside me with passing moment.

  He pushes it in just a little, starting to tease me.

  I cry out, moaning. “Come on, put it all the way in.”

  “I thought you wanted to taste it first with your mouth.”

  “Fuck it,” I say. “I want you inside me. All the way. Quit teasing me.”

  But he’s still not putting it all the way in, just doing these short little slow strokes that are driving me completely crazy.

  Finally, he pushes it all the way to the hilt. I gasp, and close my eyes as I push my own face into the grass, face down.

  “Now you’re going to taste me, little bad American girl.”

  “There’s no clever French word for that.”

  “You wouldn’t understand it.”

  “How do you know?”

  “You Americans never know anything but English.”

  “And I suppose you know like twenty European languages, and a couple rare East Asian ones.”

  “Yup,” he says, but he’s not paying attention. He’s toying with his massive cock that’s sticking straight out, angled up. He’s on his knees, stroking his cock slowly in the sunlight that’s becoming brighter with each passing minute.

  I want his cock. I can’t keep away from it another minute. Like I said, I’ve never felt this way about giving blow jobs before, but it’s like I…like it’s a fucking magnet, a super powerful one.

  I get down on my knees and take the tip of his cock in my mouth, pressing my lips together to apply more pressure.

  Before I take it in my mouth, a condom appears on his cock, fully unfolded, almost completely out of nowhere. He sure is fucking fast and stealthy with those things.

  Luke’s fondling my breasts, caressing each one in each hand, tugging at the nipples. He leans down and gently moves my head away from his cock, tilting my head up so that he can kiss me, long and deeply.

  Finally, I go back to his cock. He bucks his hips, so that it comes all the way into my mouth, up to the hilt.

  “You like tasting yourself on my cock, don’t you, little American?”

  Ewww, I think. That’s kind of gross.

  But, honestly, and I mean like deep-down super secret honest, the thought of it kind of turns me on.

  Fuck it, I don’t need to overanalyze little details like that right now.

  “I want to eat you,” he says.

  I start laughing again, pulling away from his cock.

  “What is it? Don’t you want me to eat you?”

  “Not unless you’re a cannibal. And I mean unless you’re thinking of just like eating a pinky toe or something, I think I’d prefer to stay alive for the moment.”

  “Oh…another Americanism I messed up. How does it go?”

  “All that blood really is in your cock,” I say.

  “How’s it go?”

  “Eat you out,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.

  “Yes,” he says. “That’s it. I want to eat you out.”

  “Let’s skip it,” I say. “I just fucking want your cock deep inside me.”

  “No problem,” he says.

  This is rare for me. Normally I love being eaten out more than the actual sex…provided the guy’s good at it, that is, and Luke certainly is no slouch. I’d say he’s probably the best there ever was actually. But I really just want his cock. I wonder what that means?

  9.

  Luke

  This girl is crazy. And I fucking like it.

  “So you just want my dick deep inside you?”

  She nods happily, and gets down on her back. I take her legs that are shining in the sun and hold them to my sides.

  There’s no teasing this time, as I enter her fully with my entire length.

  She gasps, and I feel myself becoming uncommonly excited. I just fucking love being inside her.

  “I’m going to try to go slow,” I say, half groaning as I enter her again, plunging my cock deep inside her. Fuck that feels good.

  “Don’t!” she says. “Give it to me.”

  I don’t need to be told twice. I don’t think I can hold out long with her anyway. She’s just so fucking gorgeous, especially out here in the sun and the open air.

  She’s moaning softly in a way that drives me completely crazy, putting out harder louder little moans nice in a while, convincing with my quick plunges.

  “I want to see you on your stomach,” I say, and in a moment we’ve repositioned ourselves, our bodies tangled for a moment and glistening with sweat, so that she’s face down on the grass again.

  I take a moment to admire her pert little ass sticking up in the air. It’s meaty, cute, sexy…it just fucking turns me on, what can I say?

  It’s perfectly proportioned. Maybe it’s not the kind of ass you’d see in the magazines or in the pornos, but fuck, it’s perfect for me, like it was made for me. And her thighs are running with sweat. She’s so wet my cock slides in with ease and soon I’m to my hilt again. I love the tight feeling around the base of my cock as I finish entering her.

  I’m pounding her fast and hard and she’s moaning. It’s a good thing no one’s around, and we’ve got the place to ourselves for hopefully up to half a mile, because she’s making a hell of a racket. You’d couldn’t get anyone in Liseria to make this much noise…everyone there’s too uptight, especially those high society girls my parents are always trying to set me up with.

  Rebecca’s squirming beneath me, her legs moving around.

  I’m pumping into her as fast as I can, not even bothering to keep myself hovering above her, but putting all my weight on her, and she seems to love it.

  “Oh yeah,” she cries. “Oh fuck yeah. I’m going to come. Fuck I’m going to come.”

  We finish together. I let out what sounds to me like a horrendously loud grunt that I was trying to keep back…but it just overtook me, and she squirms and squeals and moans just perfectly. I come inside her and then slowly pull out after about thirty seconds, take off the condom, and tie it up neatly and put it in my pocket.

  Yeah, my pocket… I said it.

  It’s not like I’m exactly trying to protect the planet by doing this. I guess not littering is a side benefit of this, but… Well, I learned long ago that a fabulously wealthy prince with billions in the bank has to take certain special precautions with his semen. There are just too many women out there who want the royal seed. Who knows what kinds of extreme lengths they might take to get access to it, and tidying it up in a condom is just like presenting them with a little packet of royal DNA that could be used for who knows what.

  I won’t go into all the details here of what happened, but let’s just say it was a close call, and I’m lucky as hell not to have any little royal kids running around right now.

  “So what do we do now? Are you going to run off again?” she says.

  “Is that sarcasm?”

  “No, it’s a real question.” She’s looking at me intently, really waiting for an answer.

  I don’t know what to say or thing. It’s always been my nature…my necessity to run away from women…unless I’m carting them around in my RV or something, but sooner or later something always goes wrong (or right) and they leave, and I kick them out.

  “Why don’t you come with me in the RV?” I say, watching her pull her clothes back on.

  Damn, I just came, but my cock is growing again just looking at her.

  “You mean it?”

  I nod.

  “Are you going to throw me out like the other girls?”

  “We’ll have to see how it goes.”

  It was an attempt at humor on my part, but she frowns.

  “I’m just kidding,” I say.

  “Well, I have my car in the parking lot. Where are you headed next? Maybe I could meet you there? I’ve still got another couple days of vacation out here before I have to start driving back to Pennsylvania.”

  “Back to work on the farm
with the Amish?”

  “I’m not Amish, and they don’t live anywhere near me. They’re like five hours away, if you speed.”

  “I know,” I say. “It was a joke.”

  “Very clever,” she says.

  “Now that was sarcasm.”

  She smiles at me. “I think you’re getting it,” she says.

  “Why don’t we just tow your car with the RV? That way we can ride together?”

  “There’s not going to be a bunch of party animals in the RV?”

  “Just us,” I say, winking at her. “Well, and Eugene.”

  “Oh,” she says. “So he’s like your babysitter or something. You can’t go anywhere with out him?”

  “Pretty much,” I say. “King’s orders. Kind of hard to disobey.”

  “I didn’t think you were one for the rules.”

  “Most of the time, no,” I say.

  “Can you even pull my car? Is that even safe?”

  “Sure,” I say. “The engine on the RV is insane. It’s got a ton of torque. Won’t be hard on your car at all. And, I mean, hey, at least you’re going to save on gas, right?”

  “Well, when you put it that way,” she says. “I guess I can’t refuse the offer.”

  I’m just smiling and smiling, feeling unusually happy. I find myself thinking: I can’t believe this gorgeous woman is going to come with me on a trip. She isn’t anything like the women who are after the royal money, the royal cock. Rebecca’s totally unique, like no one I’ve ever met before. Not only that, but she’s simply the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  We walk back to the RV, and I ignore the press as they flash their cameras in our faces.

  “Fuck them,” I say, trying to shield Rebecca somewhat from the flashes of the cameras.

  “You’re not going to mind showing up in the tabloids and newspapers? They’re going to come up with some story about how I towed your car and why, and I’m sure it’s not going to be good.”