The Prince and the Journalist 3 -- The Beginning of the Journey
(Caleb's point of view)
Although I've been awake for a while, I don't open my eyes until I feel someone climbing on the bed, I don't have to look to know who it is, even though we've been fucking until a few hours ago, Teresa acts as she usually does in Kanaan, placing herself between my legs starting to give me soft kisses on my cock, licking it all the way around until she finally brings it to her mouth to suck it slowly, inserting it deeper and deeper into her cozy mouth, taking it beyond her throat, getting me to in a few minutes, calmly swallowing all my.
"Good morning;" I greet Teresa as I watch her sit up and wipe away the remaining semen with her tongue. "I hope you slept well."
"Wonderful, Master Caleb;" she replies smiling. "It's been months since I slept in a bed without being tied to it, I didn't remember how good it felt."
"Tell me what you found out last night about Miss Wagner;" I order Teresa ignoring her words.
"I'm sorry Master Caleb, but I didn't find out much about Miss Wagner;" she replies, bowing her head and making a disappointed face. "Only, as we suspected, she has lesbian tendencies;" she adds, getting out of bed to go to the bathroom.
Before entering the bathroom, Teresa turns to me smiling, "Well, I also discovered that she is a potential submissive, that her tits are very sensitive, that her pussy tastes delicious and that she is surely an anal virgin;" she tells me closing the door of the bathroom when she enter.
I smile at Teresa's games and let her trust that I am not going to go after her, after a couple of minutes I go to the bathroom, open the door and watch her shower without having closed the screens. She is with her back to me, and I see how the water falls on her slender body causing her to shine with the bathroom lights, I watch as she soaps herself passing her hands all over her body, causing my cock to get hard, finally I enter the shower and without letting her react I push her against the wall aligning my cock with the entrance of her pussy.
"I think I'm spoiling you too much;" I say to Teresa holding her tightly against the wall as I start to fuck her hard and relentlessly. "When we get to Kanaan I'm going to send you to one of the brothels in the mines so that you know what it's like to be a real slave girl, or better yet, I'm going to give you Bungami as a gift, I assure you that after he's fucked you with his huge cock, you won't feel pleasure being fucked by any man again;" I threaten increasing the pace of my thrusts.
"I'll fuck only women;" Teresa replies with her voice broken by the moans caused by her orgasm.
"Slut!" I whisper in her ear and then suck her neck until I leave her scarred while I get out of her pussy letting her recover from the climax.
"Just take a shower and go get Miss Wagner," I point out to Teresa. "If she's awake, don't tell her anything, get dressed and wait for her to go with her to the hotel restaurant for breakfast."
"What if she's asleep?" Teresa asks me, licking her lips.
"Good morning as you know;" I reply, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.
(Rose's point of view)
I have hardly slept all night, I have woken up every so often, more and more excited, always after having the same dream, as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw myself tied to the bed with Teresa playing with my pussy and fucking me with a huge dildo while Caleb looked smiling, the dream ended when I was about to reach orgasm, Teresa would stop and stop fucking me, ordering me not to masturbate.
Again I try to fall asleep and again I start to have the same dream, although this time it seems even more intense and real, I feel how a tongue explores my pussy, moving inside me while thin fingers play with my clitoris.
Few of my lovers, whether they were women or men, have made me feel that way, my whole body trembles when the tongue begins to explore my most hidden folds and the fingers do not stop caressing, pinching and hitting my clitoris, the sensation is more and more intense, and the pleasure only increases, luckily this time I do not wake up when I am reaching orgasm, but I intensely, opening my eyes frightened by the intensity of the dream.
"Good morning Lady Rose;" Teresa greets me placed between my legs with her face wet with my juices. "Master Caleb is waiting for us for breakfast."
"Why did you masturbate me?" I ask in surprise.
"To say good morning;" she replies calmly. "I have just masturbated Master Caleb as I do every morning in the palace, and as I do with Princess Anna when she is not with company."
I look at her not knowing what to say, whether to feel angry or grateful for the orgasm she just gave me after a night on the edge, I finally get up without saying anything and go to the shower, closing the door inside so as not to get any other surprises.
As I shower I play with my nipples still hard after climax and with my pussy swollen after three orgasms in a few hours, any light touch makes me tremble with pleasure, bringing me back to the brink of orgasm. While continuing to caress my breasts with one hand, I direct the jet of water at my pussy with the other, pointing directly at my clitoris, reaching another new orgasm in seconds. I consider myself a very sexually active girl, but I have never felt as aroused as I am now, just imagining myself keeping this rhythm with Teresa nearby in Kanaan seems excessive to me and causes a tremor all over my body.
When I get out of the shower, Teresa is waiting for me dressed in formal executive clothes, this time she wears a dark blouse and a scarf around her neck hiding her necklace, so that anyone who looks at her, will see a beautiful and efficient executive and not a pleasure slave girl trained to give pleasure to any man or woman that her owner decides.
As we go down in the elevator we do not speak to each other, behaving like two strangers, not like two women who have had an intense night of passion and an even more intense awakening. Seeing us enter the hotel restaurant, Caleb stands up to greet and greet us, first Teresa with a soft kiss on the lips and then me.
"Good morning Rose;" she greets me. "It seems that you have a bad face, I hope you haven't had problems sleeping;" he comments causing me to make a small gesture of anger while Teresa lets out a slight laugh.
Like the time in the elevator, breakfast passes in silence, I barely savor a strong coffee while I watch how Caleb and Teresa gorge themselves on food. Silence continues to be the protagonist of the trip in an elegant limousine to the airport, a silence only broken when as we approach our destination, Caleb begins to talk to his driver.
"Tell me Ahmed, is the rest of the ticket ready?" asks Caleb, piquing my curiosity to know who else is going to travel with us.
"All set, my Prince;" replies the driver. "Gabbie has slept in one of the cabins and Vicky is packed in the holds inside one of the cages, I don't think she will wake up on the whole trip after everything that happened last night."
"Was Gabbie very hard with her friend?" asks Caleb again.
"She tried, but was unable to give her more than a couple of lashes;" replies the driver. "Luckily I did not have so many qualms and followed all the indications and suggestions that she gave me with great pleasure."
"And I don't doubt that when Gabbie retired to sleep you continued to enjoy Vicky;" says Caleb.
The driver does not answer Caleb's words, which only increases my curiosity about what they are talking about, when I go to ask Caleb we enter the airport, but instead of going to the boarding area, we go directly to the hangar area.
"Diplomatic immunity;" Caleb tells me when he sees my astonished face.
"So there is no record anywhere that I have left the country for Kanaan?" I ask worriedly.
"Not necessarily, if I wanted to, I wouldn't even figure out that Teresa and I have been in the country these two days;" he replies in a serious tone. "Although of course the Secretary of State is perfectly informed of everything in the right way, You don't have to worry that I'm kidnapping you."
"Is this how the Emir got your mother out after kidnapping her twenty-three years ago?" I ask Caleb without thinking.
"You can ask her when you see her in the palace, I'm sure she'll be happy to tell you everything;" he replies smiling, although his eyes tell me that he didn't like my question.
When we get on the plane we are greeted by two young and beautiful stewardesses, for their features and skin tone surely originally from the Emirate, the two young women smile nervously when they see Caleb and do not stop whispering to each other as they accompany us to our seats.
I have traveled several times in private planes during these last years, belonging to politicians, actors and athletes, but none of them resembled this one, all of them were ostentatious and overloaded, some of them in bad taste, on the other hand this one is luxurious as well as sober, showing that Caleb not only has good taste in choosing his slave girls.
As soon as we are told that we can unfasten our seatbelts, the two flight attendants pour Caleb and me a drink and leave without stopping smiling.
"Are they slave girls?" I ask Caleb, taking a sip from the glass, joyfully discovering that it is the same gin I drank last night at the hotel.
"They are not slave girls, they are employees of the Emirati government;" he replies taking a sip from his glass. "As you will find out when we land, not all the women in Kanaan are naked and wear a necklace adorning their necks;" he adds with another small gulp.
"But have you fucked them?" I ask him again without thinking what I say as it happened to me a few moments ago.
"I can't tell you for sure," he replies smiling. "If they've spent their three years of service as slave girls in the Palace, surely they have, although considering that during the year I've been in Kanaan I've fucked at least four different slave girls every day I couldn't tell you."
I do a quick mental calculation and let out a sigh when mentally saying the total number of women Caleb has fucked, after that I don't really know where to go, although luckily someone gives me a hand.
