* John-Pierre's elaborate blackmail scheme forces April to perform degrading sexual acts while her husband is clueless it's his wife that's performing.
** All characters are fictitious, over the age of 19, and may have similarities to some people we've all known.
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Earlier by the pool, Henry had mentioned they needed to leave immediately. Feeling just a bit apprehensive, April put up a small protest that she needed to get cleaned up at least, as she glanced at Henry with a pleading look on her face.
"No time, the crew is waiting for us in the hotel's parking garage. Let the Prince be surprised." Henry said, handing April a large towel with the initials of the hotel embroidered on it.
Looking mildly irritated at what Henry just said, and feeling a little embarrassed as his cum slowly oozed from her freshly fucked pussy, April she just put her neon bikini back on before readjusted it back in place. She didn't like what Henry had suggested, but could definitely see the humor in it. He also mentioned if the Prince was going to fuck her, he'd get sloppy seconds. April frowned when JP commented that maybe he'll choose to eat your pussy first.
Feeling humiliated from their comments, April thought, "It seemed rather disrespectful how they talk now, being they were gentlemen earlier, but it would serve the fucking dick head Prince right."
After wrapping herself in the towel, they headed to the hotel limo. JP stated he was going to check on Hank at the poker game, and make sure everything was running smoothly.
As they walked down the stairwell April was thinking how fucked her life had become in such a short time span. This was all because of her own recent indecent actions. Now, instead of enjoying a paid vacation she was being blackmailed, and her family threatened by a fucking foreign Prince. Threatened into doing sexual things however and whenever he wanted.
There was no doubt she gave into her desires, and allowed herself to lose control. Her mind's deepest hidden desires on full display even when in her heart, she knew it was wrong. She wanted to lead those men to the dance floor. She allowed them to finger-fuck her, while she rubbed against their dicks. Remembering what her grand-mother used to say, "You make your own bed, so now you lay in it."
April knew she wasn't a saint by any stretch of the imagination. After turning nineteen in college, that's when she really came out of her shell. She always gravitated to and hung out with the cooler and older crowds on campus. She and her older male-friends had their share of sexual encounters in college. At times, on dares, she jacked off a few of those older college seniors while attending football games, and during other school activities like pep rallies.
April didn't want to be teased as being a fuddy-duddy old-maid. Besides, college life was the time to have some adult fun. April knew that's all it was to everyone anyway....just harmless clean consensual adult fun.
On some dates with men she really liked, she'd let them finger her pussy as she gave them a blowjob. She became rather talented at deep throating some rather large cocks, and her older girl-friends were somewhat a bit jealous of her well known talents amongst the horny men.
She was a virgin until Shane Davison took her virginity on her twentieth birthday. He was also the only man in college who'd actually ejaculated inside her mouth. Prematurely and by accident, but still it happened. It happened so suddenly, catching her off guard, she unintentionally swallowed some of his cum.
She had no intentions of making this a habit, but later she couldn't see the big deal or the fuss her girl-friends made when she mentioned it to them. She didn't think it was some forbidden taboo thing, and remembered it didn't taste all that bad either. Her girl-friends all felt that if a girl swallowed a man's cum, then she had to be a slut or whore and would do anything.
Now, thinking back right after having sex with her husband, she had gotten so aroused from what he'd said. She brought herself to climax while fantasizing about the five men who finger fucked her last evening. To make matters worse just moments ago, and for the first time in her life, she had sex with two men at the same time.
Surprising herself she let them cum in her mouth and unprotected vagina. She even swallowed JP's cum for Christ sake, and all this happened within the last 24 hours with men she just recently met. She's certainly never done anything like this before, even when she was in college.
What's most disturbing to April now is she's allowing herself to be taken to an unknown location to be fucked by another man, just so a Prince fulfills a perverted fantasy of his. This is totally uncharacteristic of her to say the least. Who is she becoming, she wondered?
Again, those same thoughts manifested back into her conscience once again. What was wrong with her, and how could she let any of this happen? She's a twenty-seven year old woman who's been married six years to a wonderful man.
How could she be doing this to her loving husband? Thinking he's never displayed any cuckold traits, and he knows nothing about what she's done, or about to do. Having sex with strangers she barely knew behind her husband's back was scandalous, it is wrong, and it's indefensible behavior, but the thrill and suspense of it all was turning her on immensely.
Was it mostly because she's being forced to secretly be part of some kinky perversion of a Kuwaiti Prince, even if she finds it a bit intriguing. Also, April couldn't help but wonder, has she opened Pandora's box by agreeing to his demands? Wondering if her mind was broken, maybe there's some psychological issue that she was unaware existed.
It was clear evidence from the video taken, that she was willing to let those men debase her in such a slutty way. She knew she was quite tipsy, but watching herself tow each man to the dance floor, she certainly didn't act like she was drugged at any time. It looked like she had her full faculties about herself...at least from what she could tell, still unaware that a couple of molly's were slipped in her drink.
Was it possible that suppressing her deep sexual desires all these years coupled with having such playful sexual banter between husband and wife, be the reason for her to suddenly act upon them in the manner she did, regardless if Hank had approved of it or not?
But, even if her husband had approved of the way she acted, they both should have had discussions on the matter, and hear each other's thoughts or concerns...and to set boundaries if both agreed to pursue this...discuss it all at least, for both their peace of mind.
Why the sudden impulse to accept how the Prince quenches his thirst from her desires now, and where would they take her? Was her husband really partly to blame as Henry had suggested, planting the seeds; making sexual innuendos about her and other men, even in a playful manner like she had been doing herself?
Was she acting out just her sexual desires, or was it much more than that? Perhaps she was under a false assumption these were her husbands as well, especially after what Henry told her. Torn between her own desires, and the possibility of losing her husband, she wondered if she could accept the outcome of either path, or both. Could they even co-exist, and allow her to maintain both in her life? Feed her desires while still married to Hank, her loving, caring husband.
Feeling an insatiable need, and desperately wanting these feelings to be explored regardless of the outcome, was a risk she was now forced to take whether she wished to or not.
She did however wish she had confided in Hank earlier, at least before now. If nothing else, to see where his head was at after discussing her feelings with him. She hated the idea of doing anything behind his back, but one of the Prince's demands stated clearly, for his safety, it was best he didn't know.
No, she needed to try and find a way out of being his play-thing, his sex toy. Money is out of the question, he's already filthy rich swimming in Kuwaiti oil. What about the police? No, that would certainly get Hank harmed, if not now, it would certainly later. Besides, they would certainly have diplomatic immunity.
Maybe he'd have me harmed or make me disappear as well, shuddering from the thought. Thinking that if his security team can do what they already have done so secretly, then it's highly possible they can do almost anything.
No, for the safety of her husband and to protect her family, she'd have to give herself over to his demands, at least until an opportunity presented itself to change the situational outcome.
Deciding for now...it's best that Hank stays unaware of the blackmail, and safely stays occupied at a poker game during her role-playing. Role-playing, what a fucking joke! That's a new way of saying pleasuring a man, other than her husband.
Hopefully, the Prince gets his kink meter filled tonight, and she'd be done with this whole fucked up nightmare. These were her recent thoughts she pondered before they arrived at the limo.
It was an RV style limo to be used as their transportation to take them to and from the rendezvous point, while performing for the Prince.
April was amazed by its interior while stepping inside the large limo. It wasn't a recreational vehicle at all, but it was used for transporting lots of people to and from the airport, and except for the drivers, all the windows were black-out windows inside and out.
Cushioned benches lined both side walls, with a huge mirror covering almost the entire back end of the vehicle. Also, noticeable was a cushioned portable bench centered directly in the middle of it all.
An elderly black man was sitting in the driver's seat, while two young looking Asian men, and three younger looking Asian women were patiently waiting inside for their arrival. Taking a closer look, April knew that most Asian's never looked their age, and she gave Henry an unsettling look of alarm.
Henry noticed how uncomfortable April looked and stated, "They're all over thirty years old, and are the best in the business at what they do."
"Best at what?" April asked, holding her towel closer to her body.
"Get on all fours and you'll see." Henry replied, telling the black driver to wait 15 more minutes before leaving, while grinning as he softly patted the bench.
