The Prince and the Journalist 4 -- Day One
(Caleb's point of view)
When I get into the back of the military vehicle, I find an unexpected surprise, dressed in military clothes and with a cap covering her hair is Princess Nabila, the eldest of my sisters.
"I think the reforms we are doing have not yet reached the point of admitting women into the military;" I tell her with a smile.
"You know well that we tribal women are better soldiers than most men;" my sister tells me, taking off her cap, letting her dark hair fall down her back.
I can't help but notice her when she discovers her hair, her long hair frames a thin and stylized face, with marked lips and deep green eyes that seem to hypnotize you when you talk to her.
Although it is evident that I do not look at Nabila like the rest of the women, I cannot deny that at thirty-five years old she is a spectacular woman, her olive skin is darkened by her hours of exposure to the desert sun due to the long periods of time she spends with the tribes, her endless legs stand out in a slender body without a gram of fat, with just the right curves that cause that the few times she wears tight dresses, everyone can't help but look at her and surely imagine those same legs wrapping around her body, like most women born in the Emirate, her tits are not too big, which allows her to wear them most of the time without a bra,
Unfortunately for all the men who admire and desire Nabila, my sister has long since made it clear that she prefers women to men, and although I know she has fucked some, I don't think there are more than half a dozen men who have seen her naked.
"We could discuss that, what I am not going to argue is that the uniform fits you better than any of the soldiers;" I reply jokingly, averting my gaze forward.
"Stop clowning around and tell me how it went in New York;" Nabila says punching me in the arm, "I understand that you are going ahead with your idea of bringing that journalist to do a report?"
"She's here, her name is Rosalin Wagner, she's one of the two blondes who have come off the plane with me and Teresa, the other is Gabbie, a new slave girl;" I reply to my sister. "I think you'll like them both."
"I don't need anyone to find me a girlfriend, much less someone with a taste in women like yours," my sister tells me. "What worries me is that you will do some stupid thing of yours and provoke a diplomatic conflict;" she adds as we approach the mines to meet with the leaders of the tribes.
"Don't worry little sister, that's why it will be Lady Stephanie who will deal mainly with her from tomorrow, I hope that between Americans they understand each other, and that way I will avoid any temptation to close a necklace around her pretty neck."
The more than two hours of meeting with the leaders of the tribes, not exactly pleasant, they are adamantly opposed to a woman prowling around their camps asking questions about the Emirate, the mines and the ancient customs and laws. Luckily Nabila manages to convince them to collaborate before I have to impose my authority.
"You know that even if the tribes allow Rose in their camps, they won't collaborate with her for the report;" I tell my sister as we return to the palace.
"You don't worry about it;" Nabila replies. "We have three weeks before we get to that point, Lady Stephanie and I will think of something."
"I thought you didn't want to know anything about the report?" I ask, trying to maintain a serious tone. "Could it be that you are somewhat curious about the journalist?"
"Idiot!" she replies as she grabs a tablet from a small suitcase and begins to write.
As soon as we arrive at the palace, I hurry to my rooms, where I find Teresa waiting for me, kneeling naked next to the bed.
"Where did you leave Rose?" I ask as I undress to take a shower before lunch.
"I've convinced her to have Meredith give her a massage to relax her muscles after the long journey;" the slave girl replies smiling. "I'm sure right now, our submissive journalist is begging to be let cum."
Hearing Teresa's words, I approach the desk and activate a command, causing the panels on one of the walls to move, revealing half a dozen television screens. Thanks to these cameras, I can see all the rooms in the palace except for the rooms of my mother, Nabila and another of my sisters, and another couple of rooms reserved for my guests.
This is not the case with Rose's room, which is controlled by the cameras. As I select the room, I observe the slave girl Meredith with her face buried in Rose's pussy, as she moves her fingers inside.
As Teresa has said, Rose is completely given over to pleasure, ordering the slave girl to bring her to orgasm, something that she does not do until the orders become pleas.
Rose's submissive character that Teresa told me about after spending the night with her at the hotel, is evident seeing the images, Meredith instead of stopping after the first orgasm, continues to masturbate her without stopping until Rose begins to beg again, this time to stop.
Suddenly an idea crosses my mind, an idea that I have to share with Lady Stephanie right away, although first I have to deal with the huge erection that the scene has caused me.
Showing what a good slave girl she is, Teresa has realized the situation, and without having to say anything she has climbed on the bed, placing herself on her hands and knees, lifting her ass to allow me to fuck her orifice as I want.
I approach her and grabbing her by the waist I pull her to the edge of the bed, I take my hand to her pussy, and when I find it completely wet I don't waste time and I push my cock into her pussy, causing her to let out a small scream at the violent penetration.
Immediately our bodies fit perfectly, and Teresa begins to respond to my challenges with loud moans and with her first orgasm. I could spend hours fucking that tight and cozy pussy, but unfortunately I have to get ready to eat, and Teresa has to help Rose get dressed and give her some news that she won't like.
I pull out of Teresa's pussy and stand in front of her, who opens her mouth immediately swallowing my entire cock, kissing and licking it without stopping until she gets me to cum on her face and tits.
"I don't want you to do anything with Rose until she asks you to;" I order Teresa to head for the shower.
