Rupert Carruth and his wife Emily are social stalwarts in the greater New York City area. Rupert, an icon of Wall Street, was not a man to be crossed. Men and companies had been ruined, because of a minor trespass into his domain. Emily, as his wife, and knowing the fear that he generated, was prone to throw her weight around.
The Carruths were regulars at the mayor's mansion, as well as other political gatherings. You did not win an election in the state of New York without Rupert's blessing, which you received on your assurance that you would do his bidding.
They ran their household with an iron hand, as their daughter, Amelia, well knew. Emily, from the time Amelia was in first grade, had plotting Amelia's development, which included becoming a debutante, college at Wellesley, and finally marrying into a family of prestige, money, and power. Power. Above all else, the Carruths respected power.
Amelia just wanted to have friends like other kids did. That was out of the question at "Blue Ridge Institute," in Sparta New Jersey. There were only girls there. In addition, her parents demanded that the administrators limit the number of girls that she came into contact with.
Amelia got her first taste of being a normal kid when her parents sent her to "Eagle Mountain Girl's Camp," on Lake Champlain in Vermont. For three years she was a camper. Then, for two years, she was a counselor's assistant. Finally, the summer before she started college, she was a counselor. For the very first time in her life, she did not have someone keeping track of her every movement.
Four southern counselors in cabin twenty-two thought that they would have all the dates. But that was not the case. Early in July, Libby Smith, who was in Amelia's cabin, twenty-six, asked her, "Amelia, I have a date with a really nice guy tonight. He has a friend. Do you want to go on a blind date?"
Until that time, Amelia had known a few boys as friends, but had never had a date. "I would love to go."
They were free for the date at nine-thirty, after the campers were in bed. Back, after a movie, and a "Coke," it was not an exciting date for Libby, but for Amelia, it was just wonderful.
Soon, she and Jim Simpson were an every night thing. Not only was she getting to know a boy, but also she was getting to see places, and things in Vermont, that appealed to Jim, such as a deserted beach, being out on the lake in his boat in the moonlight, walking in the rain, watching a thunderstorm play in the mountains. He took her to meet his parents, his friends. It was all low key.
What there was not was any pressure to do things that her mother would disapprove of.
For Amelia it was a summer that made her heart sing.
On August twenty-seventh, her father arrived at camp. She was taken to the local airport, flown by his company plane to Boston, and settled into her dorm at Wellesley. Her summer romance was over.
Sure, she and Jim wrote letters to each other. That continued for five years. After college, Amelia took a job at the "United Nations" building in New York. She met and begins to date "William, Duke of Hensinger," special assistant to the British Ambassador. It seemed to Amelia that her parents thought that she was to be the next Queen from the way they purred over William. That was not it at all. Her father was well aware that William was heir to the "Hensinger Liquors."
William, for his part, had a perfect read of the Carruth family. The part that he loved was the parents continually were plotting for he to be alone with their daughter, so that he could have his way with her. Rupert's ruthlessness was no threat to him. His American wholesalers could buy and sell Rupert. Emily was a good-looking bitch, who drank way too much. Maybe someday, he would fuck her, just for the merry hell of it. But, it was Amelia that was his object of attention, since he was sure that she was a virgin.
William played his cards very well. Very well, indeed. He charmed Emily. He would mention to Rupert that his father had said that he would be the chairman of the board by the time that he was forty-five.
When he mentioned that he would like for Amelia to spend the weekend with him on the royal yacht, anchored offshore near Martha's Vineyard, neither Mr. nor Mrs. Carruth murmured a word of caution or disapproval. William was beside himself. He would fuck Amelia until he could not get his cock hard again.
Rupert knew his daughter would be fucked. Emily suspected as much. Amelia looked forward to a social weekend. She imagined that the crew would be there, plus several of the other "Royals" in the area would use the yacht.
Amelia did not fully understand that they were alone until she was standing on the deck of the yacht, some half mile out, surrounded by the black ocean. They had just finished dinner at the "Helmsman" restaurant.
William led her by the hand to the aft cabin. William's cock was rock stiff. In the dark, he gathered Amelia in his arms. He lowered the zipper to her dress.
"William, I thought that we were coming to a party."
"We are going to celebrate, my dear."
"William, you're lowering my dress?"
William made sure to lower her slip at the same time. They were around her ankles. With practiced ease, he lowered her to her back. Smoothly he tossed off his clothes, and was soon naked.
Amelia was curious about sex. She imagined that someday William would be interested in it. She thought that they would discuss it first. As she raised herself to her elbows, he lie upon her. His kiss was hard, demanding, as she fell back under his weight. His hands scooped her panties down, off her fanny. His foot came up. His toes caught in the panties, pushed them off her legs. His finger found her virgin slit.
William begin to tremble, as his cock throbbed. His fingers spread the lips apart. He was trembling so hard. He had to tell himself to relax, as his cock slid into the indentation of her opening. I must take my time, he thought. He kissed Amelia. Amelia was a tall girl. She shifted her body beneath him. As she did so, the end of his cock eased, ever so slowly, into her.
Amelia shifted herself again, since the weight of William's body was spreading her legs uncomfortably. She raised her legs so that they were even with his waist. William's ass tightened, as he pushed his cock deeply in her amazingly tight cunt.
"I love you, Amelia. Oh, so much."
Amelia was not sure what love was, but at age twenty-three she damn well knew that she was a woman, who had woman's urges between her legs. Urges, that her finger, or a small vibrator, did not satisfy. William, what ever else he was, had a cock, a real hot cock that was in her. Amelia's mother had set up an appointment with a doctor, so that Amelia would obtain a prescription for the "Pill." She had been on them for a month.
They were alone. They would be alone all weekend. Naked in the dark, Amelia decided that she would fuck "William, Duke of Hensinger" as long and as often as he cared to mount her.
"Oh, William, you feel so good in me. Do me, please do me?"
The steward who changed the sheets the following Monday found nineteen dried pools of cum. William was very pleased with himself. Not only had he added another virgin to his belt, but also she informed him, that no boy had even felt her breasts. He constantly had his hands on her, a fact not missed by Mrs. and Mr. Carruth, who both were convinced that their daughter was no longer a virgin. Rupert got a hard-on thinking of William taking Amelia. He would have paid a lot of money to watch that.
Amelia went along with the flow, so to speak. Deep down, she thought of William as shallow, but she thought the same thing about her parents, especially Rupert. William was very attentive, if you can call having sex five or six times a week attentive. She often wondered just what William did.
After two years…. William phoned Amelia at the UN building, where she worked.
"United States council's office, Amelia Carruth. May I help you?"
"Amelia, William here. I have some distressful news. I must be leaving for London tomorrow."
"When will you be returning?"
"I'm afraid that my father has requested that I take on additional responsibilities at the company, so I shall not be returning any time soon."
