Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Twelve!” Mira exclaims in a hushed voice. “Girl, I’m a sixteen these days. I was a twelve back when I was in high school. My sophomore year, not my senior.”
We laugh together then because we’re curvy girls who are proud of our voluptuous figures. Most young women are indoctrinated by the media to aim for a skinny frame. It’s the heroin-chic look, worshipping Kate Moss with her sunken eyes and protruding clavicles. But Mira and I never fell into that trap. Instead, the women we want to emulate are Marilyn Monroe, Ashley Graham, and the newest plus-size model, Chriselle Lace. She’s gorgeous, and has gotten brand-sponsorships from the pickiest of designers despite being a size twenty.
But that’s not what we’re here for. Tonight, we’re going to locate this enigmatic European prince, and we’re going to figure out what his thing is. After all, I’ve always loved a good mystery, even if it’s gotten me into hot water before. Let’s just say Ali Collins is a gumshoe at heart, and it’s only going to be a matter of time before my royal princeling is exposed.
However, he doesn’t turn up right away. We circle the big room several times, watching as the party becomes more and more heated. Couples are disrobing now, and when we pass by a veiled platform, we glimpse an orgy. A literal orgy. There’s a woman riding a man’s face while cupping her breasts, and then another man comes over and gently taps her cheek with his member. Of course, the woman immediately parts her lips, and he slips his cock in as she gyrates with ecstasy on her lover’s mouth. But that’s not it. There’s another man behind the second man, and he kneels on the floor before parting his partner’s buttocks and rimming the muscular Adonis.
“Oh my god, do you see that?” Mira squeals, her eyes wide. “There’s guy on guy action here!”
I shrug.
“Well, that’s how they did it in the Roman days, right? Or was it Ancient Greece? There were definitely homosexual relationships back then, even if most movies gloss over it now.”
Mira nods.
“I’ve heard, but it’s different to see it in real life.”
I pause to look at the developing orgy. Another woman has joined the foursome now, and she giggles before straddling the first man, sighing with pleasure as she slowly lowers herself onto his shaft.
I choke a bit as my eyes go wide because if I’m not mistaken, she’s just taken him in her butt. Sure enough, she moves up, showing off her wet pussy hole and the huge hammer stuck in her back end, before descending once more while pulling at her nipples.
“Holy fuck,” I murmur. “That was unexpected.”
“It was,” Mira agrees in a soft voice. “Goodness, did she even use any lube? Because there definitely wasn’t any foreplay. She took him in her bottom just like that!”
I whirl around on my friend.
“Okay, we’re definitely out of our league because I’ve never done that before. But come on, let’s go downstairs. It’s clear our dark prince isn’t tying up women here.”
Slowly, we traipse down the stairs, shocked into silence for once. But the basement doesn’t yield anything (or anyone) promising either. Sure, there’s all sorts of furniture in the red room, including stocks, a spanking bench, a cross, several cages, as well as some contraptions that are unfamiliar to me. There are people enjoying themselves as well, and the moans and cries of men and women experiencing paradise rise and fall as ecstasy consumes them. But there’s no dark prince. There are no servants, doing his bidding. There’s no one who seems even remotely royal. There are just nubile, writhing women being taken by handsome, domineering men every which way.
“Mira, what do you think?” I whisper over my shoulder. “We may be out of luck tonight.”
But I’m talking to empty space because my friend’s no longer there.
“Mira?” I whisper. “Mira?” I ask again, more loudly this time.
That’s when some particularly loud panting hits my ears, and to my shock it’s my buddy lying prone on the spanking bench. She’s completely nude and her blonde curls are dangling forwards, hiding her pretty features. Meanwhile, a huge man with a hood over his face approaches her from the back before tapping his massive cock against her bottom hole.
“No lube?” he growls. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I’m happy to use saliva even, if you want.”
“No, no,” Mira pants, her breasts heaving as her curves quiver. “I saw it upstairs and I want to try it. No lube. Just go in bare and raw, and make me feel it—eeee!”
With that, the huge man thrusts into her behind with his massive spear, making my friend jerk with surprise. She’s just gotten a bottom-full of satisfaction, it looks like, and sure enough, Mira lets out a ear-splitting wail while she’s reamed from behind. It looks like she would grab her ankles if she could, except she’s strapped down and unable to move, quivering while letting out a series of moans and pants.