A Bride's Lesson
by Andy Gaye
(LLP-795)


CHAPTER ONE 

Linda Romalia was eighteen that spring and the thought of her first ball two 
weeks away was extremely exciting to her. Her father, the prince of the tiny 
kingdom of Valerno on the Italian Riviera, hadn't been with her lately. He 
was so busy carrying on with the works of the kingdom that he didn't have 
much time to spend with his beautiful wife, Rosemary Romalia, or his lovely 
daughter, Linda. 

"Linda ... Linda..." 

Her mother's voice rang out in the palace and Linda hastily put down the 
gown she was looking at, running from her room to the top of the circular 
stairway. 

In the great hall far below she could see her mother standing like the 
beautiful princess that she was, looking up at her. Her face was upturned to 
the top of the staircase as she cried breathlessly. "Oh, Linda, I have done 
it. I have invited Count 

Alex von Strahl to your graduation. After the graduation he can meet you at 
the ball." 

Without replying, Linda ran down the stairs and followed her mother into the 
spacious main drawing room of the palace perched high on the mountainside. 
Her mother pulled off her coat, flinging it on a lavender silk seettee. 
Gasping her hands together she said excitedly, "He wanted to come. He 
actually asked me for an invitation. Isn't that wonderful!" 

Linda glanced out the arched window which overlooked the sea. It was 
doubtful, she thought to herself, that she would ever like Count Alex von 
Strahl. She had seen photographs of him and knew all about his great wealth. 
The handsome, blonde-haired German Count would be a perfect match for her 
fetching daughter, her mother reasoned. 

"You should be very pleased, dear," her mother declared breathlessly, "and 
I'm sorry that you don't express any gratitude." 

Her mother, the fashion plate of the kingdom of Valerno, was a stunning 
woman with red-gold hair framing her famous face, which appeared in 
newspapers the world over. 

"Tell me, dear," she smiled, "aren't you delighted?" 

Slowly turning away from the window with its commanding view of the sea, she 
shook her head. 

"I don't care," she shrugged. "If you want to invite him that's all right. 
But don't expect me to like him because you do. That's not fair." 

Linda ran from the drawing room up the circular stairs and back to her 
bedroom. Her mother was upset. She had wanted to please her young daughter 
the princess and was disturbed. The Italian Riviera was warm and sunny this 
time of year, and as she stepped to the window and looked at the curving 
coastline, she couldn't help remember when her mother introduced her to 
Prince Carlo Romalia. Just then the gray-haired maid stepped in and asked 
her if she wanted anything. 

The maid observed the expression on the princess's face. 

"Can I help you?" she asked. 

Turning around, Gabriella asked her, "You know the clothes I wore last 
summer? They arc in shreds. It'll be very warm in Italy this year. Already 
it's quite hot and I desperately need new clothes." 

Nodding, the maid, who always agreed with her, told her she would gladly 
call the palace seamstress. 

"Thank you," she smiled, then looked away, once more setting her eyes on the 
seacoast. The afternoon sunshine transformed the Mediterranean into molten 
silver. 

It hadn't been easy, Gabriella knew, to leave the man she loved as a young 
girl. However, her mother had seen to it that she married well. The 
beautiful kingdom of Valerno was a dream come true for any woman. Newspapers 
the world over told about her enviable and gracious lifestyle. Now the 
attention was focusing on her young daughter, the Princess Linda Romalia. 
Linda was a fascinating girl, but she needed watching, coaching and 
guidance. Breathing a sigh of relief as the seamstress stepped in, she spoke 
with her. 

"I will be needing some more clothes," she told her. "I'll be taking a trip 
with the prince when he returns. Now if you would bring a collection of the 
finest materials to the palace for my dresses, I would appreciate it. And I 
might select something different for my daughter. I am not certain the dress 
that she plans to wear to the ball we're planning is the right one." 

The seamstress could see that her mistress was very much concerned with 
every intricate detail of her wardrobe. 

"All right," she told her as she turned and left her after executing a small 
bow. 

Rosemary went over to the great stone fireplace and looked up at the 
stunning portrait of herself above the white marble mantel. She couldn't 
help feeling pleased. All of the glamour and dignity that she had dreamed of 
as a young girl had come true for her. However, there was a strange feeling 
of fear that crept nearer her mind now. She knew very well what the prince 
was doing. Secretly he was selling certain paintings of the royal palace. He 
had to. Otherwise, they could not continue their lavish lifestyle. The high 
cost of everything, coupled with the small income they derived from the tiny 
kingdom of Valerno, made it difficult for them to continue their grand mode 
of living. All of this had to be kept secret. She remembered when the prince 
told her she couldn't have anymore clothes and that the young princess would 
have to be satisfied without going to the fashionable shops of Paris. She 
had cried at first and then became very angry. Her mind flashed back to when 
she told her husband she must have clothes-beautiful clothes. It was then he 
understood that he must secretly sell some of the treasures of the palace. 
All of this must be kept secret from Linda. 

Now everything was going as planned. If only Count Alex von Strahl would 
find her fascinating and beautiful, Gabriella thought of her daughter, the 
princess. 

In the meantime, the young princess was brooding over her mother's decision 
to invite the count. It angered her. At dinner that night when she sat down 
in the garden terrace and looked at the magnificent table before them, with 
its white marble top, blue china and crystal service with the lovely floral 
centerpiece and yellow candles nickering softly, she thought of the 
superficiality of it all. 

"Living like this means everything to you, mother, doesn't it?" the young 
princess asked bluntly. 

Fortunately her mother realized they were alone. She didn't want the maids 
to overhear them arguing. 

"We must discuss this outburst later," her mother told her. 

After dinner she went with her mother into the book-lined study. She knew 
her mother had always lived in a world of fantasy. Linda also knew that she 
treasured a glamorous way of life and her great houses and beautiful palace 
more than anything else and was prepared to protect it. 

"Mother, did you ever make an inventory of everything we have here at the 
palace?" she smiled. 

Shaking her head, her mother told her what she thought. 

"A well-bred daughter never talks about such mundane matters as money," her 
mother cautioned. 

Gabriella was becoming enraged with the way that her eighteen-year-old 
daughter was acting. 

"You're a beautiful girl," she warned her, "and you are throwing cautions to 
the winds when you don't think of marrying well." 

At this point in her life Princess Linda was incapable of deep feeling for 
anyone. Desperately she wanted an escape from the dull existence that she 
had been leading at her palace prison. Her father the prince had been so 
protective that she had never been allowed to express the passions that she 
sometimes felt for the charming, good-tempered young men that she would 
meet. She wanted everyone to love her and was anxious to find someone who 
could like her for just being herself. She didn't want to sail serenely 
through life as the glamorous, beautiful, publicized princess. 

"I don't think you appreciate all your father and I have tried to do for 
you," her mother said, looking at her daughter, who stared at her blindly. 

"You have tried to protect me for one reason alone-so I could get married 
and pay off all the debts of Valerno," she snapped indignantly. 

Her mother glared at her in a rage. 

"Debts?" her mother exclaimed. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

Nodding, the young princess told her that she knew. 

"You and father have decided there is no other solution. Already you have 
started to sell some of the assets of this kingdom. Now I suppose it's up to 
me to bail you out. If you hadn't bought so many clothes and father hadn't 
gambled so much, there would be plenty of money for all of us." 

The daughter looked at her mother and found her speechless. 

"I don't know what you're talking about. 

She gave a complacent little smile and added, "Of course it will be 
difficult for you both when I tell you I'm not going to bail you out by 
marrying anybody!" 

Maintaining her demeanor, Princess Rosemary smiled without humor at her 
beautiful young daughter, who looked up at her as if her world was 
crumbling. 

"We have tried to give you a good life," she told her, "and you're a very 
intelligent young girl, but you have a great imagination. You are imagining 
things if you think your father has had to sell one asset of ours." 

It was a fascinating world of glamour and luxury, but to Linda it was all 
unreal. 

"All right, dear," her mother told her, "I should leave you to your own 
devices. Maybe you would like to go away from the palace and live your own 
life." 

Her mother rose dramatically from where she had been sitting in a brocade 
satin wing chair and left the paneled study, to where they had adjourned 
following dinner on the terrace. Looking into the flickering fireplace the 
beautiful young princess began daydreaming. She had met a charming young man 
and liked him very much. He had told her that he would like to meet her in a 
garden at the side of the palace. After they danced he had kissed her hand 
good-night. Her heart fluttered and that was all she could think about now. 
However, she knew how outraged her mother would be if she ever revealed what 
she was thinking about. The young man was two years older than Linda and 
recognized the difference in their life stations. When he touched her hand 
she felt a sexual electricity flash through her body. She was certain that 
no man could ever make her feel like he had. But she didn't even know his 
name. He was just another young admirer. She had seen them looking at her 
often, but this time she had felt something. That was the difference. 

Finally Linda got up and decided to leave the study, proceeding toward her 
bedroom. She could hear the maids gossiping in the hallway as she climbed 
the staircase. 

Stepping over to the window, she looked out and watched the twinkling lights 
of the kingdom of Valerno curving along the coast like a multi-jeweled 
necklace. Valerno was one of the most beautiful places in the world. She 
always delighted to see the fabulous view of the bay. Yet at this moment 
Linda wished that she could get away from it all. The heavy responsibility 
that weighted the young princess's shoulders troubled her. 

She didn't sleep well that night. A dream of falling in a canyon kept 
recurring to her. This bothered and tormented her. 

The next morning when the maid came in to tell her it was time for 
breakfast, Linda wanted to be excused. The summer winds had blown themselves 
out and the trees surrounding the palace were fluttering gently in the 
sunlight. 

She eased to her feet and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains 
back. The blue waters illuminated under the flash of sunshine gave her new 
zest for life. Not wanting to make trouble for her mother, Linda recognized 
she had to follow her royal responsibility instead of her headstrong heart's 
desires. 

At breakfast in the garden that morning, her mother poured tea and tried to 
dismiss the moment of panic that she had felt the previous night. The palace 
was beautiful and the huge bay windows reflected the sunlight. Sitting in 
the garden and facing the palace made her realize what a beautiful summer 
stretched out before them. The rhododendrons and the flower boxes with their 
yellow, pink and red flowers made her think of how tragic it would be to 
give it all up for anything. 

"Today we are going to get you another dress for the ball." her mother 
smiled. 

"But, mother, I don't need another one. One has already been made." 

Smiling, her mother shook her head. 

"We were too hasty in our decision, dear," she told her. "I think another 
dress I have in mind would be better for you." 

It was obvious that her mother was determined to make her the most glamorous 
girl at the ball. It warmed her heart to think her mother was trying so hard 
to give her the opportunity to make a good appearance at the ball. Yet she 
hesitated as she thought about it. The specific reason why her mother was 
doing this troubled her. 

"I ... I hope you're not doing this because you want me to get involved with 
the count," she said huskily. 

Once again her mother seemed perturbed. 

"I've had quite a bit of practical experience in living," her mother told 
her, raising an eyebrow, "and I think I know what I'm doing." 

It was apparent later that day when the seamstress came to her bedroom for 
fittings that Rosemary Romalia was determined that her daughter, the 
beautiful princess, was going to make the most spectacular entrance of all 
at the grand palace ball following her graduation. 

Linda looked hastily away, unable to hold her steady blue gaze with much 
bravado while her mother and the seamstress worked over every detail of her 
apparel. She knew very well her father the prince was cashing in assets this 
very moment in France so that they could hold this costly ball. She also 
knew how much of their future relied upon her being able to attract the 
handsome young count from Germany. 

"I hope you don't think I'm impudent," the young princess told her mother, 
"but I think it's terrible that you are forcing me to bail you out." 

Fortunately the seamstress and maids were gone and her mother could reply 
bluntly. 

"Very well, Linda," her mother replied, "if you want to go out on your own 
and earn your living like any other girl, you can do that." 

"Thank you, mother." 

That was the way her mother was. Always thinking of things in extremes. She 
had always been so anxious to please her that now it was difficult not to 
comply with even this request. 

"You're not accustomed to anyone defying you, are you, mother?" Linda 
snapped. 

Rosemary nodded, hardly caring to speak at this point. 

"I am used to people obeying my orders," she said breathlessly, her anger 
showing, "but I also expect you to understand why. It's for your own good." 

Linda considered what her mother had said. She had to admit that it was the 
truth. She looked at the marble mantel-piece of the fireplace in the corner 
and at the lovely picture above it. When she was only fifteen years of age 
her father had commissioned one of Italy's greatest artists to paint her 
portrait. The artist had done a magnificent job of capturing her blonde, 
radiant beauty. It was this image that her mother wanted to maintain. But it 
wasn't real. It was the imagination of an artist captured on canvas and not 
the real heartbeat of a young girl seeking to find her own identity and not 
carry a kingdom. 

That night when Linda was alone she asked if the chauffeur could take her 
into the village. 

"Of course, dear," her mother told her. "You're not a prisoner here. Now be 
careful." 

Linda smiled in a way that left her mother little doubt that she was 
perfectly capable of dealing with any situation that would develop. 

"Of course, mother," she told her. 

Her assurance had more authority than believability as far as Romsemary was 
concerned. 

She told the chauffeur to watch over her. 

Linda had enjoyed eluding the chauffeur when he would let her out to go 
shopping. Recognizing that she might be the target of kidnappers or bad 
company, he maintained a close vigil over her every move. However, this 
evening Linda was determined that she was going to meet the young man that 
she had seen a couple of times before. She had managed to elude the 
chauffeur who had kept his watchful eye posted on her until he met a female 
friend of his and became so absorbed in talking to her that he momentarily 
lost track of her. She had found an opportunity to be on her own for a 
couple of hours and that was the first meeting she had with a young boy she 
felt she loved. Because the gardener had no intention of doing anything 
wrong, Linda felt that she had every right to seek him out again and 
consider him a close friend. She remembered the little cafe where lie had 
been sitting when she walked by and how he had smiled and called out to her. 
He had been very bold but it didn't matter. He had asked quietly, almost 
gently, and Linda had felt the color flood her cheeks when she realized how 
much he obviously wanted to talk to her. She had been too stunned to speak 
for a moment, but when her eyes met his, her head slowly eased up toward him 
and she started talking. Tonight it would be a very difficult situation, she 
knew. 

When they got to the heart of the city, she asked the chauffeur to pull over 
to the curb. He did so. 

After she got out once he'd opened the door, he followed her. The young 
princess was headstrong and willful, not hesitating to tell him that she 
didn't want his prying eyes on her every moment. 

"I wish I could have a little freedom," she told him. 

Linda walked by a fashionable disco. It was here she chanced to meet her 
young lover again. A hungry tide of emotion swept over her. The enigmatic 
young man found her as appealing as ever when he saw her again. 

"Do you remember me?" he smiled. 

Turning around swiftly, she looked up into his eyes. 

"Of course." 

Linda flushed when she detected the excitement in his voice. 

"Would you like to dance?" he smiled. 

The chauffeur stood by watching. The light blue eyes of the princess flashed 
at him as he started to walk slowly toward her. It was obvious that she 
didn't want him to approach. The chauffeur could understand her need for 
friendship. He knew that her parents had kept her a virtual prisoner in the 
palace. He hesitated, uncertain how to proceed for a moment. But she had no 
intention of letting the young man slip through her fingers this time. 

"Let's dance," she whispered. 

A smile touched the corners of his wide mouth as he nodded. Soon they were 
on the dance floor together. The unpleasant events surrounding the arrival 
of the count from Germany and all that was expected of her seemed to fade 
now. She had found someone she genuinely liked. 

They danced together to the wild beat of the music. The husky voice of the 
virile young man could not disguise the deep emotion that he refused to 
display. 

"I'm having a good time," he told her. 

The stunning aura of maleness about him, of sheer masculine vigor that 
seared her senses like fire and left her breathless, was unexpected, yet 
welcomed. The light skinned young man was not to be taken lightly. The 
princess knew she would have to learn to control her reactions. Warily she 
ventured an upward glance at him and saw a fierce frown drawing his brows 
together over the smoldering fire in his dark brown eyes. 

"You do not care for me," he said quietly. 

"Yes, of course I do." 

"I sincerely hope you aren't one of those girls who thinks men are play 
things," he declared forcefully. "You don't think of me as a toy?" 

Linda flushed indignantly, but her heart was racing, triggered by some 
strange chemistry this man aroused in her. She found it difficult to answer 
him as calmly as she would have liked. 

"I enjoy being here," she said, trying hard to keep her voice steady. She 
could feel her body quivering dismayingly and didn't want to give him the 
wrong impression. 

Together they danced. When the music stopped playing they looked into each 
other's eyes. The gaze of the princess's glittering blue eyes excited him. 

"I wish I could see you again and again," he told her. His voice was quiet, 
but hinted at menace that frightened her. 

"I ... I do, too." 

"I've got to go now." 

"Why?" he asked as the crushed expression in his eyes told her how harshly 
her words had fallen upon his ears. 

"I ... I can't explain right now," she told him. 

The young man stood looking at her. His cheeks flushed with the urgency of 
his heartbeat. It was awful to allow a stranger to have such an effect on 
him. He couldn't understand why she had to tear away so swiftly. It was as 
if he had been emotionally assaulted. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When Linda got into her car, the chauffeur wasted no time in quickly driving 
away. He could be an arrogant and disturbing man as well as forceful. It 
tormented her to think he was acting like this. Nevertheless, she couldn't 
complain. 

Looking out of the car window, the deep shadows of night and the dark, 
winding streets reminded her of her desperate plight. Her mother Rosemary 
was waiting anxiously. Rosemary had forbidden her ever to become involved 
with someone they didn't approve of. It was tasteless and unthinkable to 
carry on with just anyone. 

When she walked into the house she proceeded into the study. Her mother was 
seated in an armchair reading. The fire licking at the logs in the fireplace 
crackled. Turning, her mother smiled. 

"Did you have a nice time this evening, dear?" she asked her daughter. 

"Yes." 

"Ever since you were born," her mother told her, "you have had a great 
future ahead of you." 

Linda wanted desperately to confide in her mother. Her mother seemed to 
sense this and asked her young daughter to sit down as she gestured toward 
the armchair on the other side of the fireplace. 

It was a difficult situation to live with and Rosemary knew it. She trembled 
at the prospect of her daughter doing the wrong thing. She knew the whole 
kingdom of Valerno rested on her daughter's decision. 

"I understand," her mother told her, "it's hard to be confined. But a 
princess can't act like just anyone." 

Sad-eyed now, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, beautiful princess looked into 
the fireplace. There was something comforting in watching the flames lick at 
the logs. 

"I take it you found someone that you enjoyed being with tonight," her 
mother guessed. 

Nodding, she admitted the truth. 

"I went dancing tonight, mother," she said softly, "and I had the most 
wonderful time." 

Shaking her head, she sympathized, "Poor little love. It seems like 
everything has been against you right from the start. Mind you, dear, it 
won't always be that way. But you've had to be protected. We couldn't bring 
you up like anybody else." 

It was a difficult position to be in and live as the young princess had. 
Every movement of hers was carefully watched by the international press. Her 
mother was certain that she would find someone she thought would be better 
than they would. However, Rosemary tightened her mouth and spoke gravely. 

"You can't do everything a commoner could," she said. 

The smile on her daughter's face and the strange glittery look in her blue 
eyes indicated just how intensely the princess had fallen for the young man 
she had danced with at the disco. Rosemary blinked at her a moment, taking 
time to grasp the fact that her attempt to probe into her evening's 
activities was being met with silence. 

"You can confide in me, darling," her mother told her. 

"Can I?" 

"Of course, dear," she smiled, placing the book she'd been reading on a 
marble-topped table next to her chair. 

The fair-skinned, blue-eyed, blonde-haired girl had an innocent, angelic 
expression on her face. She'd always been obedient and quite amenable to any 
suggestion either her father or mother would make. However, now that she was 
turning eighteen and graduating, she wanted to be on her own. 

"Listen to me, dear," her mother told her. "You are going to have marvelous 
things happen to you." 

Linda looked away. The big bay window in the corner of the study provided a 
fantastic view of the mountainside and the coastline. She looked at the 
sparkling lights of the homes set in the mountain. 

Whenever she was sad she could look at the lights on the mountain at night 
and the curving bay-front lights. 

"You're going to have everything," her mother smiled. "You're going to 
travel, you're going to meet the famous and rich people of the world. You're 
going to be very popular." 

Her mother's eyes glowed with the pleasure of anticipation. 

"Maybe I don't want that, mother," Linda said sincerely. "Maybe I just want 
to meet one person I could love." 

It bothered her to have her daughter speak like this. It would be vital, 
Rosemary knew, to speak to the chauffeur. He had functioned as a spy on the 
young princess for a long time. Her mother was eager to find out about this 
young man who'd captured the heart of her daughter. 

When Linda had gone to bed, her mother called the chauffeur into the study 
to speak with him. For a few seconds of meaningful silence, she paused 
before she asked him about her daughter's evening. It was obvious that it 
meant an awful lot to her and she felt perhaps she should reward him. 
However, in their financial situation she didn't want to be overly generous. 

"All right," Rosemary smiled, "you tell me all about Linda. I presume you 
watched her closely tonight." 

The chauffeur nodded his head eagerly. 

"Linda was dancing with a young man at the discotheque, he told her. 

"What's his name?" Rosemary insisted on knowing. 

"I didn't have a chance to find out." 

Rosemary wasn't certain whether he knew the young man's name or not. She 
knew very well that any information she received from the chauffeur would 
cost her. 

"You could always go back and find out, couldn't you?" she smiled. "Do you 
think he knows who she is?" 

"Of course," he nodded. "There are pictures of the princess everywhere." 

"Yes, that's true," Rosemary conceded. "Everyone knows who Princess Linda 
Romalia is. Her blonde beauty is unmistakable." 

"She takes after her mother," the chauffeur said, moving closer to her. 

On occasions when her husband had been gone the chauffeur had been a 
comforting presence to Rosemary. 

"Yes, of course," she told him. "If you would like to check that out for me, 
I would make it worth your while, if you know what I mean." 

The chauffeur smiled. 

"I will learn all I can," he promised. 

Once he had gone, she thought about the mystery of Linda finding someone 
that she liked at the very moment she was about to meet the count. That was 
just like life, she thought to herself. At the crossroads of life there was 
always something reaching out to pull a person back from following the path 
of destiny. She wasn't going to let it happen to the popular princess. 

Finally Rosemary requested tea from the maid. The maid came in and brought 
it to her. Moving to the window she looked at the tall, wide-spreading oaks 
which sheltered the palace from the worst of the winds when they whipped out 
from the sea. The trees had formed a protective screen for the house and the 
rest of the estate. She remembered how she had delighted to the rose gardens 
and the violets that grew along the bank. What a beautiful setting she had 
been privileged to grow up in. Beyond the trees and hedges of the palace, on 
the other side of the mountain was rolling land. This was all going to be 
Linda's some day. For Linda and her heirs. Rosemary could imagine how 
beautiful the count's home in Germany must be. She had heard it was a castle 
that he'd inherited from the family, and that farmlands were strung through 
acres of magnificent countryside. 

Without quite realizing how she was going to stop the princess from thinking 
about this young man she met at a Valerno beach-front disco, Rosemary 
realized she must act quickly. 

The following day Princess Linda Romalia asked her mother at breakfast if 
she could go to the secret cove beach. 

"On one condition," her mother told her quietly, "and that is that you go 
with the chauffeur and don't stray out of his sight. I won't have it." 

"All right, mother," Linda assured her. "You don't have to worry about me." 

The chauffeur was summoned to the breakfast room the moment Linda had gone 
to prepare for her day at the secret cove beach in Valerno Harbor. 

The maid was dismissed so that lovely Gabriella could speak frankly with the 
chauffeur. 

"I don't want the young princess to think that we are keeping her a prisoner 
in the palace. She has to go out and act like other girls. It is a beautiful 
day and I see no reason why she can't go to the beach and enjoy herself. If 
you would care to go along with her, that would be fine. You might enjoy 
getting some sunshine, too. You look rather pale." 

The chauffeur nodded and smiled. 

"I would enjoy some relaxation," he told her, "but I will always keep a 
constant vigil on Linda." 

"See that you do," Gabriella warned him, a touch of nervousness in her 
voice. 

An hour later the young princess emerged from her chauffeur-driven limousine 
and walked across the hot sandy beach. The chauffeur followed close behind. 

"It's a beautiful day," Linda enthused, "and I'm going to have a wonderful 
time." 

The chauffeur asked her to wait for him while he changed his clothes. 
Laughing as she thought about it, Princess Linda Romalia decided that she 
would run away and have him catch her. 

She hastily hurried across the hot beach. Her sandals slipped and she 
removed them so she could run quicker. 

Finding a secret cove, she waited. Just as she was about to run she spotted 
a naked young man stretched out on the beach. She had never seen a naked man 
before and she was fascinated by him. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he put his hands behind his head, and 
didn't bother to cover himself. 

"Why don't you have your clothes on?" 

He smiled as he looked up at her. 

"A lot of people like to swim naked. There's nothing wrong with that." 

When Linda stared at the size of his cock which was mushrooming quickly 
between his legs, she almost wanted him to touch her. Linda was aware of all 
of the possibilities and knew what might happen if she paraded her hot 
little body in front of a horny young man. She knew she would put ideas in 
his mind. Yet she wanted him. In a way it was like a little game. It was a 
game of life. A game she felt excited about. She had to make up her own 
mind. Linda was tired of being kept a prisoner in the palace. She wanted to 
respond physically and emotionally. If she could just find out for one 
moment what other girls knew about-her life could be different. She might 
even bring the entire situation of loneliness to a point where she could 
find peace of mind. 

Slowly she slid out of her tight-fitting white bikini. She laid her beach 
towel out beside the young man as he turned to look at her. He seemed to 
come sexually alive. The only problem was the princess felt the same kind of 
sexual arousal. She wanted to reach out and touch him. Yet she was a good 
girl, wasn't she? Why did feelings like this swirl through her mind, tugging 
at her body? Did she want him to make love to her? Did she want him to 
ravage her body, to have sex with her? It bothered and tormented her. The 
princess was becoming ever more confused. It was almost as if she had taken 
some kind of a sexual drug that was dictating her feelings. She could feel 
the changes within her as she lay there naked. The princess's body was 
blossoming into that of a full-fledged woman. With that transformation a 
world was dawning entirely apart from the existence that she had known. She 
was maturing rapidly. Her breasts had swelled into their present voluptuous 
state almost overnight. Her vagina seemed to be calling for something, 
begging to be opened up. Placing those feelings beside her, she looked at 
her potential lover. She felt as if she would go out of her mind. She had to 
get a grip on herself. Linda tried to remain as cool and calm as possible as 
she closed her eyes, basking in the glorious sunshine. Her mind raced back 
to the chauffeur. She knew how outraged her mother would be in her place. 

The naked, young man looked at Linda's ripe, fresh bosoms. The slick lotion 
that Linda had swept over the surface of her naked body glistened under the 
radiant sunshine. As she threw her head back, he could see her blonde hair 
falling about her shoulders in splashes of curls. 

"Aren't you afraid of me?" he asked as he glanced down at his huge, 
throbbing prick. 

"Should I be?" 

She decided that the best thing she could do was go ahead with the plan that 
she had set in motion. No one would ever know. Naked now, he couldn't 
recognize her as the beautiful Princess Romalia. If he wanted to take her-he 
could have her. Linda knew that she was a bright, sensual young woman. She 
had everything going for her. She just had to remain cool and see what would 
happen. Linda had to have faith in herself; she had to feel confident. 
Ridding herself of fear, she lay there, proud and anxious. 

If he wanted her badly, he would make love to her. That was what she wanted. 
She wasn't a baby any longer. She could feel the tremors of womanhood 
fluttering in her naked bosoms now. 

If anything was right, this was it. His response was instant. His throbbing 
cock jumped to immediate attention. 

"What do you want?" he smiled at her. 

Linda raised one leg, exposing the hair along her dampening vagina. 

"You," she whispered. 

He almost jumped out of his skin as he looked at her. He knew that she was a 
young teenage girl, and for a fleeting second he was afraid. But as he gazed 
long and fixedly at her naked body, the sound of fear in his mind went 
silent, All he could hear was the beat of his heart as he felt hot for her. 
"You mean I can have you?" he smiled. 

Linda was silent now. She knew that he wanted her and she wasn't going to 
say another word. It wasn't going to be much longer before her patience 
would pay great dividends. She was eighteen and had every right to let that 
spark ignite in her body. Deep down within her a warm, glowing sensation 
made her desire him. She felt the woman in her longing to be brought forth, 
to be allowed to blossom into maturity. 

The princess had mixed feelings about her own development into a woman. She 
didn't want to do it too fast or too slow. Yet she didn't want to be 
different from everyone else. Linda felt somehow everything was governed by 
unseen and unknown forces. Maybe her life was already cut out for her. Maybe 
it was ridiculous to make decisions for herself. Perhaps the path of destiny 
would pull her along. The young girl , wasn't sure-she was confused now. It 
was hard being a princess. It was not easy growing up with strict parents. 
Parents who'd always told her to hold back, to keep her potential locked up. 

The girl wanted desperately to break free. like a butterfly soaring into the 
sky with her new wings, she needed freedom. She couldn't disregard her 
upbringing as royalty. Her conscious mind, her morals, and all the things 
that had been instilled within her ever since she had grown up in the 
kingdom of Valerno swept into her mind. Yet she was not going to let her 
freedom be lost in her regal station in life. The freedom to feel as any 
other young girl would naturally feel. Being a virgin had no virtue anymore. 
Desperately she wanted to have someone make love to her. 

Now the young man was moving closer on his beach towel. Somehow she felt 
trapped, yet she knew she had to take a chance. She had to bring her 
feelings out in the open and let them surface at last. 

"You sure you don't mind?" he smiled at her. 

Shaking her head, she looked at his crotch. Linda could see his balls 
wiggling as he reached to massage them. He then placed his hand on his 
throbbing cock and began slowly pulling up and down on his penis. Linda was 
quite surprised at the wondrous powers of her femininity, her magic 
abilities she had hardly discovered, much less exploited in the cloistered 
life that she had led. Linda felt as if she had found a whole new set of 
abilities and strength she never before knew she had. She was stimulated 
with the exciting revelation of her impending womanhood at that erotic 
moment under the blazing sun on the hot sandy beach. Waves of pleasure 
tingled in her belly and she could feel a prickly heat rising between her 
nakedly splayed thighs like the hot flame of a furnace. The princess's naked 
young body convulsed spasmodically as the naked man beside her rolled over 
on top of her. He was down there now around her crotch, as his tongue hotly 
laved the sweet-smelling furrow of her cuntal moistness. Dewdrops of her own 
moisture already lined the ragged lips of her vagina and he could taste 
their perfume-like pungence with his tongue tip as he worked it between the 
undulations of her pussy and into the tight sheath of her cunt. 

Linda tremored, squirming as though someone were tickling her with a large 
fuzzy feather, tormentingly playing it over her loins, arousing her 
mercilessly until her body burned with the flames of new-found passion. Her 
skin flushed with pinkness and a misty sheen of perspiration glistened on 
her naked flesh. She didn't try to resist him. It was futile to call for 
help, for she was being plunged into her own passionate desires. 

His lips left the moist flesh of her vagina and she was shamed beyond belief 
as she heard the slurping sound emanating from her own vaginal slit and as 
she looked down her eyes widened at the sight of his manhood, jutting out 
between his legs. 

"No, no, I won't let you! Please, no!" 

Yet as she felt the delicious sensations whirling through her body she 
couldn't resist him. She knew in her private thoughts that she had begged 
for this, and that she deserved whatever the horny, naked young man did to 
her. But far more important, she knew she wanted it. The princess's own body 
had mutinied and was hotly aroused and squirming with carnal desires that 
she had never before experienced-the passionate stirrings of the real woman 
inside of her. 

He knelt between her legs and pushed her thighs up and back until her knees 
crushed the soft, girlish peaks of her breasts. He could look down now and 
see all of her naked enticement-the moist, lightly fringed slit of her 
pussy, her quivering pink lips palpitating with teenage excitement, tiny 
beads of moisture lined the small, hair fringed furrow. Further still 
beneath it he could see the tightly puckered ring of her anus. The suntanned 
boy on the beach levered the princess, resting his weight on his hands and 
kissed her arousedly on the lips. 

Linda resisted for only an instant. There was no more pretense. All of a 
sudden his tongue surged between her tiny white teeth and into her mouth. 
She sucked and pulled on it and threw her arms around his neck in an embrace 
of desperate desire. 

The princess knew she wanted his cock in her. She'd never known the feeling, 
yet she craved it ravenously as though somehow the desire for a man was 
inborn, genetically transmitted. Linda couldn't look up at him in her 
shameful desire, her blue eyes hardly more than tear-stained slits as she 
felt his sensuous lips once more circling her firm, tender young breasts. 

All at once she felt her own hot nipples harden as his mouth caressed her 
naked white flesh. The suntanned, muscular young man let his teeth grate 
gently over the crinkly budding hardness of Linda's nipples. Squirming 
excitedly under him she whimpered with girlish excitement. 

At this point he moved his pelvis around, his loins grinding arousedly 
against the upturned, virginal softness of her crotch. His cock squirmed 
into the pink, hair-fringed slit of her cunt and she whimpered excitedly as 
the lust-bloated head of his erection rubbed enticingly over the budding 
hardness of her sensitive clitoris. 

She bit into the flesh of her lower lip, stifling a cry of shame and 
bewilderment that filled her anguished young soul. Her mind staggered under 
the intensity of what she was experiencing. Vividly she recalled the many 
times her mother had told her how important it was that she remain a virgin 
until marriage. Yet it was happening and she could hardly stand it. Her body 
was being bombarded with a million volts of sexual electricity. 

The naked young man's words seemed to come from her ears from great 
distance, words that formed strangely from sounds until finally she 
understood what he was telling her. 

"Put it in," he told her. "Reach down there and put my prick between your 
legs. Shove it right in your pussy. I don't want any questions about who did 
it later." 

It was easy for the princess to see that she had to assume the 
responsibility for what was happening. Her hand moved of its own accord down 
over the smoothness of her belly, across the fleecy softness of her vagina 
and with trembling fingers she lightly encircled the lust-swollen head of 
his cock in her grip. His penis was huge. How could any woman take that 
thing into a tiny virginal orifice? 

The smooth-skinned young man's cock throbbed and pulsed in her grip as if it 
were alive. The huge, blue-veined immensity of it almost frightened her. 
Linda hesitated and his words became more intense, more urgent, responding 
to the demands of his own carnal lusts. 

"Don't play any games with me," he told her. "You know you want it." 

Vividly aware that he must not force himself on her he again told her to 
plunge it in herself. 

He was leering at her now, his breath coming in heavy gasping lungfuls. 

"No, please, please don't force me." 

At this point he laughed aloud. 

"You expect me to fall for that? All right, I'm gonna show you what I mean 
by getting fucked." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

He reached down between her trembling thighs and grabbed his hugely erect 
cock, pushing it up between the rubbery flange-like ridges of her cunt until 
she felt the tight, moist opening starting to give way. 

The naked, suntanned, young, muscular man on the beach could feel the young 
girl's pussy lips flowering hotly around his cock in a last gesture of lewd 
invitation. He shoved into her with all of the strength of his manhood. 

"You're nice and tight," he smiled as his powerful cock shoved heatedly into 
the incredibly tight, velvety sheath of her pussy. 

Linda was dripping wet already, her juices lubricating his forceful entry. 
He was able to drive into her with a hard, insistent jab. Tensing underneath 
him like an electric wire had been touched to her loins, a weird gurgling 
noise escaped from her throat. He pushed the throbbing, blood-engorged head 
of his prick far up into her quaking belly with a single, skewering thrust. 
There was a painful resistance as he entered her. But his rigid penis broke 
through almost without hesitation. Her virginity was destroyed, tattered as 
surely as her honor with a single, deep-thrusting impalement of his cock 
between her upturned thighs. 

The young princess was gasping for air. She couldn't even cry out, her eyes 
bulging in their sockets from the excruciating pain of his ravishing entry. 

"Ahhh," she gasped, "please, take it out. Stop it. I can't stand it!" 

There was no possibility of that happening now. He was enjoying this too 
much. His eyes fell on the smooth, inviting flesh of her slender thighs. He 
looked at her soft, young breasts. He was fucking her sharply now. His 
stiff, hard prick was up there between her legs and he was going to fuck her 
like crazy and not stop until his hot cum sloshed in her teasing little 
belly. 

His thrusts were deep, hurtful and vicious. With every backward movement of 
his desire-driven erection, he pulled his cock almost entirely out of her 
cuntal sheath, stretching the fleshy lips of her cunt and leaving just the 
thick purplish head of his penis inside of her cuntal slit. 

Grunting and with renewed energy he would drive forward with incredible 
strength, ramming wetly into the tight, gripping depths of her pussy, 
shoving the delicate pink flesh aside in huge rippling waves until his 
pelvis collided with a wet smack against the frail softness of her nakedly 
upturned crotch. 

His balls slapped into the smooth, hairless crevice of her ass cheeks, with 
a resounding noise that made her shameful humiliation more intense. Salty 
tears blurred her vision and he appeared to Linda as a shape hovering above 
her, grunting, moaning with uncontrolled passion. 

The princess's pain from his cruel, one-thrust deflowering was gone. At this 
moment a more frightening pain, the knowledge of her love juices flowing 
hotly and that he had turned her into a sex-hungry female, a receptacle for 
his spent lust. Even worse than that was the fact that the princess knew she 
loved it. Every single, deep plowing thrust of his huge gleaming pecker up 
between her trembling thighs brought her that much closer to the moment she 
knew was inevitable. That wild, screaming pinnacle of her womanhood, her 
first orgasm! 

Linda's knees were nearly doubled back and her breasts were crushed beneath 
her legs. Tiny wisp-like emanations of pleasure rose from the roughly 
smashed little buds of her nipples as the hardness of her upper thighs 
lasciviously rubbed them into full erection. She could feel them throb with 
expectant desire as her legs moved over them in rhythm with his 
deep-thrusting strokes. 

At this point a chant poured from his trembling lips like a warm gurgling 
liquid. His deep, driving thrusts had transformed her from a normal, healthy 
young princess into a shuddering sex slave, eager to do his wanton bidding, 
whatever the demand or price. 

The beautiful blonde princess's head tossed from side to side, as he went on 
ramming in. Her hair flailed about her face, tossing in a golden halo of 
luxuriant locks. The cords in Linda's neck stood out prominently as she 
gasped and choked from his deep-skewering thrusts. 

She rose higher and higher with every impaling lunge of his cock, both 
physically and mentally, straining upward to meet his pleasure-giving 
thrusts, peaking emotionally, her passion swelling to a shuddering climax. 

All the time above her long, lithe nakedness she could hear him bleating in 
her ear like a love-sick animal, his breath coming in frantic gasping 
moments. His maddened rhythm slowed down, his frenzied, lustful jabs became 
a slow, sensuous tempo of thick, blood-engorged cock thrusts that were 
spearing into her very depths. 

The princess's cuntal grip tightened around his rigidity. Now the two of 
them were working together as one, their limbs entwined, their bodies 
grinding against each other until they glistened with a fine sheen of 
perspiration. 

She loved the thrilling moment that had come to her at last. The princess's 
arms were locked around her lover's back, and her long, slender legs wrapped 
around his hips as she fought to pull him even deeper up between her thighs, 
into the swirling heat of her loins. 

Opening her eyes, she could see the crooked grin of conquest on his lips. 
The princess knew she was utterly and completely his. It was exciting to be 
a man's love slave. 

The naked young man's rhythmic, undulating thrusts were driving her insane. 
For an instant she thought of the chauffeur. What if he should come and find 
her being fucked like this? Her heart raced rapidly as these fears haunted 
her. But at this instant she wanted nothing more than the hard, pounding 
tempo he had begun with. Linda knew she needed it. She needed it hard, 
harder! 

"Do you like it, little girl?" he smirked, his breath hot on her cheeks. 

"Don't stop, don't stop! Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she cried out unashamedly. 

He grinned widely. 

"That's just what I wanted to hear!" 

The rebellious nature of the princess had surfaced at last. The cloistered 
life within the confinement of the palace had become boring and tiring for 
her. She had watched other young people cavorting on the hot sandy beaches 
of the tiny principality of Valerno. She had imagined what it would be like 
to go and live life as any other young girl could. He didn't know who she 
was, and that was what made it all the more exciting, all the more 
stimulating. There was no doubt left in her lover's mind that Linda was 
totally defeated. like all women, he felt she had to give in to him. 

Linda didn't care what he did. He could hurt her, he could tease her. She 
wanted him. He could be the dominant one, the powerful one because he 
possessed the ability to hurt her with lust. 

He thrust into her with long, rapid lunges that seemed certain to bring him 
to climax in a moment. Linda was impaled helplessly, completely wrapped 
around his deep-thrusting member until she felt as if she was nothing but an 
extension of his loins. 

The princess's hands grasped his shoulders. Her nails ripped into his back 
as he fucked her, and she left red welts across his flesh as she gasped 
hysterically, her entire body throbbing with enraptured desires. 

All at once she moaned animalishly as her womb flowered around his deeply 
probing cock and the gush of her love juices bathed his erection, flowing 
hotly from the ragged pink lips of her cunt. It was like dipping his cock in 
a boiling pool of hot honey. The princess was almost there, almost there! 

Suddenly she tensed convulsively and the air burst from her lungs. Linda's 
back arched incredibly and lifted them both off the sand and her toes curled 
tightly against the soles of her bare feet. 

At this point she knew that she was there. She kicked high in the air above 
her, her fist pounding on his back. 

"Yes, ohhh ... I'm cumming! I'm cummming!" 

The naked young man barely managed to stay astride the beautiful blonde as 
she squirmed and wriggled under him like an eel out of water. 

His deep thrusts did not stop and each one brought another gurgling cry of 
passionate pleasure to her trembling lips. 

A crisscrossed web of welts were on his back as the princess's nails ripped 
in frustration until finally she had achieved her climax and was falling 
deliciously into the whirling maelstrom of orgasmic sensations. 

All at once her lover coughed and gasped a curse as his loins began to throb 
and pound hard against the sensitive flesh of her crotch. His lust-bloated 
balls filled with the passion-heated thickness of his cum emptied in a 
gushing spurt of white-hot liquid that raced along the gleaming wet shaft of 
his prick, seeming to hesitate for an instant as it reached the knobbish 
head. 

From the farthest depths of her belly she was aiming, too. It excited her to 
feel his spurting load emptying in bullet-like ripples of sticky semen, 
flooding her, oozing from around the impaling thickness of his prick. 

The princess tensed, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion as it seemed 
her whole insides were splashed with the hot, gushing wetness of his juicy 
orgasm. 

"Ohhh, it's so much," she gasped. "You're filling me up." 

Her peak of passion had been scaled. At this instant she was tumbling 
downhill rapidly into the depths of shame and humiliation at the wanton 
sexual acts that she had committed on the beach under the blazing sun. 

Instantaneously hot tears stained the princess's eyes until no more would 
come. She felt even greater shame at the lurid slurping noise her own vagina 
made as he pulled his prick from between her legs. 

If he had any idea of the risk that he was taking in having sex with her. 
she knew that he never would have touched her naked body. But it bothered 
her when he just grinned at her and got to his feet. 

"Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked. 

Reaching for his swim trunks, he slipped into them. Picking up his towel he 
tossed it over his shoulder. Looking down at her he couldn't help admit she 
was but a child. But it made no difference-he had to fuck her. Smiling 
self-consciously he told her, "Thanks. I enjoyed myself." 

He turned and walked away. 

"Please," she called out, "talk to me." 

He didn't look back. He just kept walking away. 

All at once she was left alone in the sunshine. Tortured by what had 
happened, the young girl knew she had to wash herself off in the sea. 

Getting to her feet she ran to the water. It was cold but it didn't make any 
difference. Plunging into the water completely naked, the blonde young 
princess swam out to sea. Then the chauffeur came around the bend of the 
cove where she had vanished about an hour before. He looked at her with 
alarm as he saw her swim suit lying on a towel. But she was going so far out 
into the blue sea that he didn't pay any attention to that. Rushing toward 
the water he called out, "Come back here-come back!" 

There was a sound of desperation in his voice that teased and pleased the 
princess. She looked over her shoulder and saw him moving fearfully toward 
her. A strange and sudden urge to entice him engulfed her. Maybe she could 
discover what it would be like to have sex with him, too. 

"Catch me if you can," Linda called lustfully. 

The chauffeur laughed heartily, shaking his head. 

"No, you come back here." 

She couldn't help wonder why he was laughing. 

"What's so funny?" 

"Nothing, really," the chauffeur sputtered, still laughing. 

It was the mental picture that he had of her, naked, that made him feel edgy 
and nervous. He had seen her developing as a young girl and couldn't help 
admiring her. He'd seen the sensuous cleavage of her beautiful bosoms and 
had wished for the opportunity to look at her nipples. But at this moment he 
was careful not to say anything. 

"Come back here or you're gonna drown yourself," he told her. 

"That would be fantastic," the princess exclaimed exuberantly as she 
continued swimming. 

The chauffeur knew what he had to do. Breathing a nervous sigh, he was 
determined not to let her escape. Plunging in the water of the blue 
Mediterranean he swam forward. It was surprising to the princess to see what 
an excellent swimmer he was. 

"You can't touch me," she laughed as he came closer. 

As the sun flashed through the clear blue waters, he could see her naked 
bosoms with their taut red nipples. It was getting him aroused just looking 
at her. 

"Why do you look at me like that?" the princess smiled. 

"I hope you realize I'm going to tell your mother about this," he began. 

"How do you feel about travel?" the princess laughed, paying no attention to 
what he was saying. 

"I like to travel." 

"I love it, too," she laughed. "Wouldn't it be exciting if we took a trip to 
Paris together? I have the money and you have the car." 

He nodded and told her. "Okay. So now you are making it difficult for me. I 
would never do anything that would displease your parents. Can't you realize 
you're a princess?" 

Flipping over in the water the nubile young princess exposed her naked body 
to his eyes. 

"A princess is a human being," she said, caressing her naked bosoms under 
the sun. 

She had a flare for the dramatic that bothered him. 

"I hope it doesn't inconvenience you," she smiled, "but I'd like to lie here 
and soak up the sunshine." 

It was obvious to the chauffeur that she was teasing him. The chauffeur's 
cock throbbed in his crotch as he looked at her. The young blonde laughed 
warmly and brushed her hair from the sides of her face as she began floating 
on her back. He couldn't help glancing down between her legs. He could see 
the matted wet blonde hair of her pussy. 

"Are you trying to ... to...? " 

She nodded and smiled knowingly. 

"Thanks," he said, "I can manage without you. Now you get back to shore." 

The blonde princess managed a thin smile. 

"Don't you find me appealing?" she asked, somewhat irritated that he wasn't 
responding the way she expected him to. 

Indignantly he shook his head. "I find your display of nudity unforgivable," 
he told her. "You're a princess and you've forgotten it." 

She paid no attention to him. Linda swung over on her stomach and began 
going back to the shoreline. But as the horny chauffeur looked at the 
beautiful curving ass cheeks of the princess he couldn't help smiling. He 
imagined what a fantastic thing it would be if he could ever have sex with 
someone so gorgeous. 

At the same instant as the sun glistened on her naked young buttocks he 
imagined what it would be like to perform anal intercourse on the princess. 
But such thoughts had to be erased from his mind, he knew. He began swimming 
swiftly toward shore, trying his best to calm himself down. He didn't want 
the princess to see his erection in his tight-fitting swim trunks as he 
emerged from the water. 

The princess darted naked from the shoreline and sprinted over to her beach 
towel. She spread out on the towel and looked at the chauffeur playfully 
when he came out of the water. Sure enough, he had the same hard-on between 
his legs. It was giving her a feeling of power just looking at him like 
this. 

"What's the matter?" she asked as she put her hands behind her head and 
looked up at him innocently, lying there stark naked in the blazing 
Mediterranean sunshine. 

For a moment the chauffeur was left without words. Dropping to his knees he 
handed her the bikini that she had brought with her. 

"Put this on," he commanded. 

"Why?" she asked. "Other people swim naked at the beach." 

When the chauffeur knelt beside the princess she looked at his legs. Her 
eyes stared at his huge, bulging crotch. His white skin contrasted 
noticeably with the coppery glow of her tanned skin. 

"Why don't you get more sunshine?" the princess giggled. 

The chauffeur knew that he would be punished if he ever dared touch her 
physically. However, he could not keep his eyes off her. The danger that he 
felt inside of him seemed to trigger his erotic responses all the more. 

At this point Linda was determined she was going to turn him on. Lustfully 
she looked between his legs. 

"Why do you look at me like that?" he demanded. 

She only smiled, and then, with her heart racing rapidly from a combination 
of frustration and nervous tension, she rolled over on her stomach. 

Glancing over her shoulder she asked him, "Why don't you rub my back?" 

The chauffeur's jaw fell as he looked at her. He burst into laughter and 
shook his head. It made her feel angry to think that he would defy her. 

"I want you to do as I tell you," she insisted. 

Before he could respond, Linda rolled over. Perhaps, she figured, the sight 
of her naked breasts would attract him. 

He couldn't control himself any longer. The chauffeur's balls became bloated 
with white sperm begging for immediate release. He let his long fingers 
reach down to pinch her taut nipples. The greater the force that his 
commanding fingers brought to bear against the pink warmth of her nipples, 
the greater the degree of prickly pain sensation that reeled through the 
princess's naked body. 

At this point she was anxious to see what he looked like. Reaching for his 
hands, she guided them down to the slick inner confines of her excited 
vagina. She watched as his fingers found their way to the budding node of 
her clitoris. As the tempo developed she parted her firm legs and continued 
experiencing the lewd bliss of searing contact with her wet, warm pussy, 
which was ready to explode at any instant. 

Once more the princess closed her eyes and this time his fingers continued 
sliding inside of her. 

"Take off your swim suit," she whispered. 

His eyes looked down at her now. He was almost trembling with desire. 
Reaching down, he gripped her firm, white breasts. He squeezed them with 
relentless desire, pinching her taut pink nipples. 

"I've got to have you," he told her. 

His face reddened as he realized he couldn't withstand the passionate 
feelings he felt within him any longer. 

"I want you ... I want you," she whispered. "I need to be loved. I want to 
be loved. I want to have your hot, hard prick inside me." 

Dreamily she looked up when the chauffeur got to his feet and peeled off his 
tight-fitting swim suit. Now he stood beside her completely naked. He had a 
hairy body and was completely different from the naked young man that she 
had just finished enjoying so much. Reaching up, she boldly gripped his 
long, sturdy penis. 

"You're fascinated by it," he smiled. 

He lay beside the princess on her beach towel. She began gently stroking his 
cock. 

"Yes," she whispered, "I enjoy watching it come to life." 

She slid down between his quivering thighs as he parted his legs wider to 
give her easy access to his crotch. Linda clasped his throbbing penis in her 
hands as he watched. Then he felt her head moving lower, trailing hot, moist 
kisses over his penis tip. He looked at her as her tongue flicked back and 
forth in tiny invitations. Her breath was coming hotter now as she looked up 
at him anxiously. 

"You want to eat it?" he smiled, his eyes feasting on the sight before him. 

"Yes," the young princess whispered, letting her lips slip over the knobby 
head of his thick penis. 

"Suck me," he told her. 

His lewd, lascivious words made the princess tremble with a strange, wanton 
desire. The degradation of the act that she was about to perform excited and 
stimulated her. All shame, guilt, fear and disgust were dissipated in the 
bliss that she felt at this erotic moment. Her own flaming desire aroused 
her completely. 

"Yes, yes," she moaned as she pulled her mouth off his cock a moment. 

This got the chauffeur upset. 

"Don't do that," he told her as he reached down to grip her head and guide 
her lovingly over his penis. 

Slowly she eased her mouth down over his throbbing, long prick meat. "Go 
on," he told her. 

Her hands slipped under his buttocks as he thrust upward. She stared with 
lusty excitement at his huge prick. As he pumped up she could see the tiny 
puckered nether ring of his anus. For an instant she tried to push away, but 
the chauffeur flexed his hips and drove his huge rod deep inside her mouth. 
She felt the hard, rubbery head of the chauffeur's thick cock sliding 
against her throat. For an instant she thought she would choke. She drew a 
deep breath. 

"Go on and suck me," he pleaded. 

With sudden, almost brutal lust, he rammed forward, shoving his cock deep 
into her throat. He rammed in with savage, unmerciful force. She wondered 
how much she could stand of this. 

"Grab my ass," he told her. 

He flexed his buttocks, driving his invading prick deeper into the velvety 
warmth of her mouth. 

"Suck me," he told her, "suck!" 

She wanted to scream out, but the chauffeur's big cock was in her mouth now, 
forcing her words to die, gurgling in her throat. The princess's face was 
contorted not only in agony, but in shame and humiliation. She was his 
sexual slave. The chauffeur reached out to clutch her head savagely as his 
hips thrust forward, driving his prick deeper into her throat. The pressure 
of his straining thighs thrusting forward excited her. 

"I want you to eat me," he exclaimed. "Suck me. Keep sucking me." 

He was actively encouraging her and she could feel his hairy, swelling balls 
banging against her lips as he continued drilling her face. His thrusting, 
forward, great sawing strokes excited her even as they almost choked her. He 
was making bestial sounds deep in his throat as his fleshy pole continued 
its forward invasion, driving down her throat with one lunge after the 
other. 

She held his sweaty, slick buttocks in her hands as he sank every last inch 
of his thick cock into her throat. 

Her mouth worked harder and faster on his glistening prick. She sucked it 
wildly. His hips churned in wild abandon on the beach. His fingers worked 
convulsively in her corn-silk hair. At this moment he was building close to 
orgasm. His balls smacked loudly against her lips as he rammed without 
mercy. 

"I want you to eat it," he demanded. "I want you to suck every drop of it." 

His thick pubic hair tickled her nose as she felt him ram it in all the way. 

"Eat it," he gasped as he lustfully fucked her face. "All of it!" 

Then, as he massaged her breasts, the chauffeur told her to slip her mouth 
off his cock. Opening her mouth she let his penis tip slide outside. 

"Now go down there and lick my balls," he insisted. 

Linda let her mouth travel to his testicles. Soon she was sucking on his 
balls. Releasing his hot nuts she nibbled, sucked and licked to the top of 
his turgid cock once more. Hastily sliding her mouth over his shaft, Linda 
began sucking hungrily. She could taste his sperm starting to cum. 

"Ohhh, yes," he panted as he pumped his steaming organ down her throat. 

To her amazement, the young princess discovered she enjoyed the sensation of 
his huge prick gliding back and forth across her throat. The musky scent of 
his crotch ignited her sexual imagination. Her hands reached for his sinewy 
buttocks. She could feel every thrust of his prick as she clasped his 
pumping behind. The chauffeur gasped, "Ohhh, suck me, suck me." 

Her head quickly bobbed up and down his throbbing, long penis. 

"You're a mighty good cock sucker, princess," he panted. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It wasn't enough that the princess learned to suck the chauffeur's cock. He 
wanted her to finger fuck his ass-hole as well. 

"Slip your finger up my ass," he told her. 

Parting the chauffeur's ass cheeks, Linda let her finger surge up his tight 
anus. 

"Yes," he gasped as he pumped his rigid manhood down her throat, never 
taking his eyes off her bobbing blonde head. "Keep your lips fastened on my 
prick," he warned her. "I'm almost ready to explode." 

It was a strange sensation of weird desire, but Linda knew she was eager to 
taste him. She wanted to accept his thick, creamy cum load as he shot his 
wad in her mouth. 

"Suck me, suck me," he gasped as he pumped it to her. 

Gripping her head, he held her pinned over his penis. 

"Milk it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Milk my prick with your mouth." 

Closing her eyes, the young princess tightened her sensual lips around his 
prick and milked him. 

"Ohhh," he exclaimed passionately, "suck me off. Swallow me." 

She pulled her finger from his ass-hole, cupping his ball sac in her hands 
and squeezing as she finished tasting the delicious sperm that shot like a 
bullet down her throat. 

As he watched her enjoying the taste of his thick white juice, he was 
pleased beyond anything he'd ever known before. 

"Ohhh, suck me, suck me," he panted as he suddenly threw his legs over her 
naked shoulders, pumping his manhood in her face. 

When he had finished unloading, he told her to lap it up. The delicious 
thrill that tingled through the princess's excited body as she finished 
eating his prick indicated to him that she was a much wilder woman than she 
cared to admit. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked up at him with a 
newfound knowledge. 

"You ... you forced me to do this," he reminded her as he was jolted back to 
the reality of her position as a princess and his position as that of a 
chauffeur. 

Shaking her head, Linda told him not to worry about it. 

"I told you I wanted it," she giggled. 

She gripped his cock once more and took the whole purplish head in her 
mouth, closing her lips around it and sucking hard until he became erect 
again. He gasped with the wildly erotic sensation as she began sliding her 
mouth up and down his penis. 

"Ohhh, stop it, stop it," he told her as the lascivious sensations shot 
through his body. "Here it comes," he exclaimed, unable to hold back any 
longer. "Come on, suck it now. Eat that thing up," the chauffeur gasped 
excitedly. 

His sperm filled her mouth, dripping from the corner of her lips, her cheeks 
hollowing as she swallowed his hot semen. 

Unconsciously the princess relaxed the muscles of her throat as his stone 
hard cock slid easily into the clinging channel. Lubricated by her own 
saliva until her throat gripped his throbbing erection, he continued jabbing 
it. 

Once he'd finished exploding, he pulled out slowly. Looking at her, he 
smiled. 

"You like sucking cock." 

It was amazing to the chauffeur how much she enjoyed satisfying him. She had 
licked his cock hotly with her tongue swirling around the tip of it, and 
when he saw her lewdly bobbing head as she knelt over him, he realized that 
she was only a young girl and he was a man who had taken advantage of her. 
But it didn't matter now as he realized it was worth it. Mumbling something 
as he got to his feet, he told her, "Just don't tell anybody. You did want 
it." 

Getting to her feet, Linda's fingers lightly stroked the passion-distended 
orbs of his testicles, squeezing them tenderly as she looked into his eyes. 
Evasively the chauffeur looked away. 

"I'm sorry, Your Highness," he told her. 

But the princess only shook her head, throwing her naked body against his, 
crushing her great bosoms across his chest. 

"But I begged for it," she whispered. 

That evening when she was home with her mother, it was obvious that the 
princess had to go through with the marriage. Her mother didn't hesitate to 
tell her much more than she'd ever known before about the contemplated 
match. 

"I was delighted to hear that the count liked your photographs," she smiled. 

Nervously, the young princess turned to her mother. 

"Have you been sending him pictures of me?" 

"Why, dear, he asked for some pictures of you. It was a great compliment." 

It was apparent to her mother the peevishness in her young daughter's voice 
indicated how little social position meant to her. 

"Sometimes I think you don't appreciate your social stature," her mother 
complained. 

She gave a complacent little smile as she added, "Ii would be difficult for 
a girl of your upbringing to leave this world of glamour and luxury. Don't 
think you could take yourself off the scene." 

What her mother said was true. Linda knew that it would never be easy to 
leave the life to which she was accustomed. 

"I'm still hungry," she said plaintively. "I'm always hungry." 

Her mother told her immediately what she thought. 

"You eat far too many of those rich meals when you are out. You must diet a 
little when you're at home." 

This bothered Linda. She liked eating and at the same time wanted to 
preserve her glamorous figure. But it was difficult, very difficult when she 
enjoyed tasting the delicious food at parties as much as she did. Going to 
the window, she looked out once more at the seacoast. She wondered where her 
lover was that she'd met in the afternoon. Did he have a house on the beach? 
Was he a poor man? Or was he a rich man? She paused for a moment as she 
reflected on this. It really didn't matter, for she had enjoyed him. That 
was all she needed to know. 

Linda laughed at what her mother would think. If she had any idea that she 
had carried on with the chauffeur and with a commoner she'd met on the 
beach, she would be outraged and lock her in her room. 

"What are you thinking, dear?" her mother asked as she walked over to her 
daughter and stood beside her at the window, looking out at the quiet 
seacoast. 

Turning, she looked into her mother's eyes. Linda had been extremely fond of 
her mother, but she couldn't imagine following in the dull, boring life that 
she had lead. While it was a pleasure to go to the various social functions, 
she still preferred being free. 

"Listen to me," her mother told her quickly, "you have no right to rebel. 
We've given you everything that you could ask for." 

The same thoughts had been running through Linda's head. She didn't hesitate 
to tell her, "Yes. You and father have done everything. But maybe I would be 
happier if I had grown up like anybody else." 

Shaking her head, her mother gestured around the large drawing room. 

"The palace is packed with treasures and they will all be yours someday." 

Linda didn't hesitate to tell her mother what she thought about that. 

"I'm not interested in treasures." 

"I sometimes wonder if they mixed up the babies at the hospital," her mother 
said in a regal manner. 

Going over to the walls which were lined with paintings, Linda didn't 
hesitate to say what she was thinking. 

"It's tiresome looking at all of these paintings. I get confused between a 
Titian and a Rembrandt. What difference does it make?" 

Her mother gave her a look as if she had spoken words of blasphemy. 

"Listen," she began firmly, smiling all the while as she tried to appeal to 
her sense of beauty. "You wouldn't look so beautiful if you had to go out 
and work like everyone else. You have everything in the world to live for, 
and don't you ever forget it." 

Her mother paused, and then an alert look surfaced in her eyes. 

"Linda, why can't you and I ever see things the same way?" 

"What do you ... mean, mother?" the princess inquired. 

"I mean why can't you appreciate what I do? I have developed a royal taste 
for the better things in life." 

Linda was very still now. Then she said, "Are you suggesting that I can't 
appreciate the better things in life?" 

Knowing how much beautiful clothes, fine paintings, silver, and magnificent 
chinaware meant to her mother, Linda understood. 

"I'm going to bed," she told her daughter. 

As her mother left the drawing room, Linda walked over to the window. She 
looked out at the darkening sky. The stars twinkled above the palace and the 
moon was not visible. Then she had a sudden vision of the blue sea, the 
blazing sunshine on the beach. She remembered the sound of the waves 
breaking against the rocks. But more than that she remembered the naked 
young man who had come to her. The man who had drawn her out sexually. All 
of these thoughts whirled through her mind. Linda knew what her mother would 
be doing. She would be giving a ball at the palace and would invite all the 
most eligible young men from all over Europe. Yet she knew the one that her 
mother had selected. Linda was lost in one of her flights of imagine. Maybe 
she would find someone else she could love. She certainly couldn't marry the 
chauffeur. 

Finally Linda turned and the dream faded as she walked across the drawing 
room into the spacious hallway and up to her room. As she ascended the 
circular staircase she looked at the chandelier hanging in the center of the 
room. It was very elegant and beautiful. Suddenly an uncomfortable feeling 
swept over her. Perhaps if she was a commoner, such lovely things would be 
lost in her life. When it came to marriage the great aristocrats were the 
only ones that her mother or father would deem suitable. She might as well 
resign herself to her fate. But she could not forget the sensual thrills 
that she had experienced as she lay naked on the beach that fateful 
afternoon. 

As Linda undressed she began thinking about her life. She knew that the 
maids considered themselves a race apart from the ordinary servants. They 
were on equal terms with the heads of the different departments of the 
palace. Linda had learned many years ago that when her mother and father 
made plans it usually involved some new investments or acquisitions. 
However, it hadn't taken her long to realize that things were currently in a 
terrible state. No wonder her father was forced to secretly sell some of the 
family's valuable possessions. No doubt she would be forced to marry someone 
so they could once again live in the grand style to which they had become 
accustomed. 

Slipping into bed completely naked, she lay there trying to decide whether 
the champagne life her mother wanted so desperately for her was more 
important than finding someone with whom she could communicate. Yes, it was 
fun to have those pate de foie gras sandwiches and caviar. However, she also 
would enjoy tasting the simple foods of the humble folk. She couldn't forget 
her wild encounter with the naked young man on the beach. 

The next morning Linda's mother told her that she was going into the city. 
Linda decided she would play tennis with Annalisa, who lived next door. She 
called her on the phone and Annalisa told her to come over. 

Slipping into her tight-fitting, white tennis outfit, the young princess 
walked over to her girl friend's palatial residence with her tennis racket 
in hand. The maid came to the door and ushered her in. Annalisa bounded 
spryly down the stairs to greet her. 

"Linda," she exclaimed excitedly, "how are you today?" 

Linda's eyes betrayed luminous excitement that she couldn't hide. 

"I never felt more wonderful," the young girl smiled dreamily. 

"You sound like you're in love," Annalisa smiled, recognizing instantly the 
excitement lurking on her face. 

"Don't be silly," the princess giggled as the two girls walked toward the 
tennis courts situated on the mountain. 

The view of the seacoast from the tennis courts reminded Linda once more of 
the erotic interlude she'd experienced at the beach cove just the day 
before. 

After tennis the girls walked back to the house. 

"I'm eager to come to the ball that you're having at the palace," she told 
her. 

"Yes, it should be interesting," the princess forced a smile. 

"You know, Linda," Annalisa shook her head, "sometimes I don't think you 
appreciate being a princess." 

"I don't." 

Annalisa shrugged. It was difficult for her to understand how a young, 
beautiful girl like Linda, who had the world at her feet, could be anything 
but thrilled over the prospects of the ball. 

"The most wonderful people in all of Europe will be at the ball," Annalisa 
exclaimed excitedly. "Most of them, of course, will be coming to see you. 
But I might find someone, too." 

"Do you have anyone in mind?" Linda asked Annalisa. 

Annalisa nodded. "Yes, a baron," she exclaimed. 

"I can't tell you who it is. But he's a handsome young baron and I'm dying 
to meet him. I've read about him in the papers." 

When the princess returned to the palace the maid told her that her mother 
had gone shopping. Going up to her room, Linda took a shower, then stretched 
out on her bed to rest. A few hours later her mother returned from shopping 
and was complaining. Coming into Linda's room, she shook her head. 

"They don't have anything here," she complained. "We've got to go to Paris. 
I know your father won't like me spending money on another trip, but we 
must, even though the ball is costing a fortune. I feel I must. This is too 
important an occasion not to do everything right." 

Her mother's eyes always glistened as she contemplated spending money. 

"I'm not quite so sure that father would agree with you," she told her 
mother. 

"You let me take care of him, dear," she told her. "I have a few jewels 
hidden away that he knows nothing about. Therefore, he won't have to worry." 

Linda knew that her mother did have a way of hiding her assets so that her 
father was not aware of how much money she really possessed. 

"Mother, where did you acquire those jewels?" 

Linda was wondering if her mother had carried on sexually on the side, 
something she had discovered could be so pleasurable. Perhaps some of the 
royalty of Europe had paid in jewels for the privilege of her mother's 
luscious body. 

"I don't think it's right for you to talk to me like that," her mother 
corrected her. "I probably shouldn't have mentioned anything about that 
jewel collection. And see to it you don't mention it to your father." 

As her mother stalked out of the room, the young princess did some thinking. 
Perhaps she was coming by what she was doing naturally. She never did know 
too much about her mother's past. However, she always suspected that she 
might have a background that would leave something to be desired. Every time 
she would make an inquiry about her mother's family, she was cut off quickly 
by either her mother or father. This bothered her. Perhaps the royal blood 
that flowed in her veins was not as well rooted as a family tree should be 
for such a lofty position. 

That evening at dinner under nickering candlelight. Linda's mother spoke 
with her about travel plans. 

"We'll fly to Nice tomorrow," she explained, "and then go directly to Paris. 
We'll stay at the Crillon." 

"But father is staying at the Bristol. 

"That's why I'm staying at the Crillon. I always say it's important for a 
wife to surprise her husband." 

At this point Linda began wondering if her father was in Paris to consummate 
a business deal or have an affair. No doubt her mother's surprise trip would 
supply them with that answer. But once her mind was set in motion along this 
line, she didn't hesitate to make another inquiry of her mother. 

"Does it take father that long to negotiate the transaction?" she asked, 
referring to the money that he was raising by selling valuable paintings. 

"You shouldn't ask a question like that, dear." her mother said, rejecting 
any inquiry completely. 

Secretly, however, her mother was determined to find out precisely what her 
father was doing in Paris. He had been gone far too long. 

After dinner when the princess was in her room alone, she began reading all 
she could about Count Alex von Strahl. His family had been involved in 
munitions manufacturing in Germany. It was apparent that he was extremely 
wealthy. The story told of his various homes in different parts of the 
world. It also revealed the fact that he had five Rolls Royces, three 
Mercedes' and two Cadillacs. She could hardly wait to meet him now. Yet she 
was fearful that he might not be a man who appealed to her, and it was this 
problem that haunted and tormented her. 

She didn't have much more time to think about that before she heard an 
intrusive knock at the door. 

"Yes, who is it?" she called out. "The maid." 

The young princess went to the door and asked the maid what she wanted. 

"I want to know how many pieces of luggage you will be taking. Your mother 
has asked me to do some packing tonight." 

"I only need a couple pieces," she told her. "Don't pack so many things that 
it's a lot of work to unpack them." 

"I'll be going with you," the maid assured her. "It is no trouble." 

Closing the door she went back to her bed. She had opened the door only a 
crack since she enjoyed sleeping in the nude. 

Walking over to the window, she sat down on the cushioned window seat. The 
moon had slipped from behind the clouds and the beach was visible in the 
distance. It brought back haunting memories. She wished the chauffeur was 
with her at this very moment. How wonderful it would be if she could press 
his body close to hers. There were so many exciting things they could do 
together if she had the opportunity. But Linda was troubled, worried, 
confused. 

Finally Linda got up and went back to her bed. As she lay there she couldn't 
help thinking. Thinking how wonderful it would be if she had a lover with 
her right then. 

She began to massage her own lush breasts. Her hands glided down her flat 
belly, at last reaching her moistening vagina. She enjoyed touching the 
downy soft blonde pubic hair at her crotch. 

The young princess let her fingers smoothly slide between the moist pink 
lips of her vagina, feeling of her jutting red clit quivering and hard. It 
had become so intensely excited that she was rubbing her own fingers over 
her clit. She was conscious of her juices now as she teasingly rubbed up and 
down. 

As she became still more aroused, she parted her legs wider, thrusting her 
pelvis forward, increasing the tempo of her finger stabs. Suddenly the young 
princess found herself imagining she had a lover licking her hair-rimmed 
furrow. She could almost hear the loud slurp sounds of his mouth pressed 
tightly against her hot pussy as she ground into his face. 

She could see his face contorted with the lusty passions that he was 
experiencing in her fiery pussy. To herself the princess had to admit the 
truth. If only she had a huge, throbbing penis plunging in her hot cunt at 
this very instant! She knew what she'd do. She could feel her pussy muscles 
tighten on the huge, long prick stabbing into her anxious womanhood. 

Linda could imagine her lustful bosoms jiggling, her nipples taut as she 
thrust her hips forward, responding in an erotic manner to her finger 
stabbing inside her juicing vagina. 

In the darkness the princess heard the intruding noise of her bedroom door 
being quietly opened. She froze for a second, then recognized the 
chauffeur's footsteps as he stepped swiftly over to the bed. Noiselessly she 
slipped her sticky fingers from her pussy and pulled the covers over her 
nearly naked body. He edged close to her and sat down on the end of the bed. 
His walk was so heavy she was fearful he might have been drinking. Looking 
at his face she knew he had. 

"What on earth are you doing here?" she asked nervously. 

As she looked at him, she could see he was hot for her. To her surprise she 
felt a tingle of lurid excitement surge through her being. As he bent over 
her, she could feel the desire for sex with him becoming so great that she 
couldn't help smiling. Reaching over he finally caressed her cheek with his 
hand. 

"You're so beautiful, princess," he told her. "I don't want you to go." 

"I ... I don't know what you're talking about." 

"You're going to Paris tomorrow," he nodded. "That's what I heard. I'm going 
to be driving you to the airport. But I don't want you to leave." 

The desire written across the chauffeur's face indicated to her how much she 
obviously must mean to him. It made her stomach churn just thinking about 
her lascivious desires for his huge penis. 

"Do you want to have sex with me tonight?" the young princess laughed. 

Startled at her bluntness, the chauffeur couldn't say anything. She teased 
him by reaching out with her hand between his legs. Gently caressing the 
bulge in his crotch, she knew that the muscular, young, broad-shouldered 
chauffeur was hot for her. She shut her eyes and slowly unzipped his fly, 
then reached in and pulled his hard shaft, letting it stand out from his 
hairy loins. The thick knobby head was starting to ooze cream. At this point 
a small moan of excitement escaped his lips. 

"You shouldn't do that," he warned her. 

"Why not?" 

Nervously she told him that she wanted him so badly she couldn't stand their 
being apart any longer. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The young princess leaped from her bed. She swiftly began undressing the 
chauffeur, first unbuttoning his shirt. Then she eased it off his shoulders. 
Once she'd unbuckled his belt she pulled down his pants. He removed his 
shoes and then slipped off his shorts. Now he was naked-just the way she 
wanted him. 

"You can have it," he smiled, gently letting his hand slide down over his 
throbbing cock. 

Wasting no time now, Linda began pulling on his rigid, rock-hard penis. 

"When you touch me," the chauffeur explained, "I get so passionate I can 
hardly stand it." 

"I want to admire it," Linda exclaimed as she examined the chauffeur's 
gigantic penis. 

"You enjoyed having it in your mouth." he laughed, "but you might choke on 
it." 

The princess could feel the swelling tension in his cock as she suddenly 
reached out and began pumping on it. He was getting harder. 

"Oh, if I could have that cock sliding in me," she admitted as she looked 
down at him. 

The feelings that were coursing through her were evident. She wanted his 
immense, throbbing penis tip touching the orifice of her vagina, and now she 
didn't hesitate saying so. 

"I want your cock," the princess sighed passionately. 

The light of the moon filtering through the bedroom curtains added to the 
erotic pleasure of Linda's interlude. 

"It's so wonderful," he whispered softly in her ear with a tickling sound. 

Her fresh, young bosoms with their distended red nipples loomed out before 
him now. 

"I have always wanted you," he exclaimed. 

He could hardly wait to have his thick-swelling prick in her mouth. She 
grasped his throbbing mammoth organ in her hand and pumped harder. 

"You really know how to pull on it," he told her proudly. 

Linda's lustful eyes watched his penis as it got harder by the second. It 
was terrifying to be torn by guilt and desire like this. Yet when his hands 
touched her, desire began winning out. He reached to the pouting lips of her 
pussy, which gave way to his delicious finger sliding inside of her. A small 
moan of animalish lust issued from Linda's throat as she squeezed her eyes 
shut, enjoying his touch even more when she shut off her senses, except for 
feeling his luridly probing finger in her pussy. His hand pumped into her 
moist crotch, letting his middle finger slowly slide into the damp, moist 
folds of her flesh. The tingling sensations of his finger prompted her to 
reach down to grasp his head. Running her hands through his thick, black 
hair she found he became more aroused than ever. 

The chauffeur parted the moist folds of Linda's pussy. The fragrant aroma of 
her enticing cuntal opening propelled his tongue into swift action. He slid 
it slowly up and down the length of her cuntal opening. She moaned and 
writhed, unable to struggle against him much longer. His fiery tongue pumped 
in her pussy in a depraved manner. Anxiously her hands gripped his head as 
he rode into her. Eagerly the chauffeur gripped the soft globes of Linda's 
round ass cheeks as he buried his face in her crotch, tongue fucking her in 
pistoning movements. 

The chauffeur's hot tongue was probing deeper, ever deeper inside her 
throbbing vagina. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she trembled with wanton 
lust. The muscular young man was feasting on the princess's pussy. He was 
lapping, licking, sucking noisily as he fired her up. 

"Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, yes. . . eat me," she gasped, not able to struggle a 
moment more against her own carnal cravings. 

She whimpered with desire as he kept his tongue flipping smoothly in and out 
of the pouting lips of her pussy. He sucked lustfully on her erect clitoris, 
his teeth bearing down gently as he nibbled her there. All of her defenses 
disappeared. It was happening now as she gazed at his head between her legs 
through lust-glazed eyes. She pressed back to him as he tongued her. 
Clutching his head, her eyes squeezed shut. Her pelvis ground salaciously 
against his handsome, eager face. She watched his hot tongue lash out lewdly 
at her exposed pussy, and then he moved his face downward frantically and 
sucked until she gushed. 

The sexual ecstasy that surged through her body as she was cuming in his 
mouth and gasping in animalistic frenzy threatened to alert someone to the 
chauffeur's presence in her private bedroom. 

"I'm cummmmming ... ahhhhhh. ohhhhhh. aaahhhhhh!" 

The hot seeping walls of her cunt were being voraciously licked by her 
lover's lewd tongue stabs. 

"Eat me," the princess panted. "Ohhhh, suck my pussy. Lick it!" 

His hot tongue hungrily lapped her up, making the sensitive area of her 
clitoris tingle with delight. His anxious hands clasped the princess's ass 
cheeks tightly, clenching them as he sucked her pussy noisily. It was 
impossible for her to tell whether it was the lewd sucking sounds he was 
making, the wanton way he pinched her ass Cheeks, or his teeth biting down 
on her erect clitoris, but she could tell that the lewd passions within her 
were rising feverishly. She wanted the chauffeur's powerful, long cock 
plunging in her pussy. Linda was eager to feel his muscular, broad chest 
crushing against her soft breast flesh. The princess felt totally helpless. 
Her virtue had vanished as her lust-crazed desires took over completely. 

Once he had noisily lapped up her flowing pussy juices, she felt him 
squeezing her buttocks and licking around her ass cheeks. Was it possible 
this was actually happening to her? Did she dare say one word? Or was it 
just an illusion that would vanish? 

"Oh, suck me, suck me," she blurted as she felt his tongue licking along her 
ass crack and suddenly sliding inside her rectum. 

Linda splayed her legs wider, granting him easy access to her crotch. 
Plunging his fingers in her pussy, he kept licking at her ass crack. 

"Yes, yes." she panted as he went on licking and sucking her anus. 

She lay back, enjoying the sensation of his tongue slipping in her pulsating 
ass-hole. 

"Ohhh, I can't stand it," she panted passionately, her heavy breasts heaving 
in sensual arousal of the moment. 

Withdrawing his tongue from her rectum, the muscular, young chauffeur knelt 
before her. She could see his big cock and was eager to have his shaft 
pumping into her heated moist cunt. 

"Ohhhh, I want you, I want you," she gasped. 

The inhibitions were vanishing as she parted her legs so he could drive into 
her smoothly. Her muscular young lover eased his huge shaft into her hot 
cunt hole. The princess groaned as she felt the thick blunt head of his 
penis sliding resolutely inside her. The elastic opening of her pussy gave 
way as he rapaciously rammed his fiery cock into her. 

"Ahhh, ohhhh," the princess whimpered as she felt his huge tip driving past 
her tight cuntal opening. 

She wanted every fucking inch of his cock meat. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he demanded eagerly. "I want you to shove back to me." 

He was driving every fucking inch of his prick in her pussy. 

"Ohhh, really screw me," he told her. 

All of the pent-up lustful desires within her were coming into play. How 
desperately she needed to satisfy her carnal lusts. Why was he sliding in so 
slowly? She wanted to be filled with him with rapid-fire cock stabs. 
However, the chauffeur knew exactly what he was doing. He was tantalizing 
her, teasing her, making her beg for his throbbing shaft as a part of his 
erotic pleasure. Her eyes froze with fear as she looked up at him. Lust 
contorted his face as he fucked her in rapturous frenzy. It was almost as if 
there was an evil look that had come to his face. With great determination 
he drove forward. He hovered over her as she lay helpless beneath him. The 
pulsating head of his throbbing cock disappeared into the hot hold of her 
clasping pussy lips. The chauffeur rammed forward, his muscular chest 
crushing down hard against her ripe, rounded bosoms. He thrust his thick 
prick forward with all the muscular might in his thighs and buttocks. Linda 
could feel his throbbing, long cock sliding in her cunt in a pistoning 
movement, and she didn't really mind it. Linda was starting to sweat, too, 
and as his body slapped against hers it got her all the more excited. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, it's too much," the princess cried out impulsively. "I can't 
stand it!" 

He kept on tunneling his rock-hard cock in and out of her tight vagina. The 
stimulating assault on her narrow passageway made her feel as though she was 
coming apart under the sharp impact of his driving prick. But he wasn't 
stopping now. The sweaty body, the weight of his chest crushing on her 
bosoms combined with his fiery, plunging rod driving up hard against her 
cervix, thrilled her almost to climax, exciting her more than she'd ever 
been excited before. 

Her hot hands swept to his broad shoulders. She let them slide smoothly back 
and forth across his shoulders, then began massaging up and down his spine. 
Linda loved the sensation of his lengthy shaft filling her belly up. It 
seemed as if she couldn't get enough of him. His heavily veined, rock-hard 
cock plunged vigorously against the walls of her cunt as he clasped and 
unclasped his sliding shaft in a rhythmic, grasping movement. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me." she cried out passionately, her fingernails clawing 
down his muscular back until he was bleeding. 

But he hardly minded at all. It only added fire to his wild sexual encounter 
with her. 

Linda's pussy muscles steadily contracted as his huge shaft continued riding 
her. By clasping and releasing her grip on his thrusting penis she could 
feel a shiver of sexual electricity tingling up and down her spine. Her body 
was on fire to be fucked. She had to have him now. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, just like that," she begged as she felt him 
deliberately ramming his man meat first in one direction and then the other. 

She was pinned hopelessly underneath him now. He went on wildly fucking her. 
Linda could feel her narrow stretched pussy channel widening to the 
chauffeur's driving cock stabs. He burrowed in deeply, throwing his ass in 
gear as he furiously fucked her. Her hands reached up to grip the firm round 
globes of his ass cheeks. She squeezed his buttocks, closing her eyes in 
sensual ecstasy as he rode in her with plunging, driving cock jabs. Her body 
twitched beneath him in erotic spasms. Watching, the chauffeur could observe 
his thick, fleshy penis as he pulled up. Then he would drive it back between 
her legs, her tender cunt lips stretched tightly. As the rubbery rim clasped 
firmly around his glistening, driving shaft, he smiled when it plunged in 
and out slowly, deliberately changing the tempo of his cock jabs. 

It was arousing for him to see her body twitching underneath him. She wanted 
him to ride his prick in her all the way. Linda wanted to feel its throbbing 
hugeness driving in without mercy. 

She was eager to feel his balls slapping lewdly against her tightly 
quivering ass cheeks. 

"I want it," she begged, her voice trembling with passionate emotion. "Let 
me feel it. Feel it!" 

The chauffeur's skewering prick drove in and out of the princess with a 
slow, hypnotic rhythm that ignited her pussy. Linda began pumping back in 
perfect time to his driving penis. He rode the full, throbbing length of his 
lust-driven member into her. Feeling the cuntal clasp of her vaginal walls 
as she gripped his stabbing shaft, he slowly withdrew his deeply imbedded 
cock, pulling out gently, letting it rest on the wet, swollen lips of her 
pussy. Once more he wanted to see the burning glaze of her lustful eyes. Her 
face was contorted with passionate-driven desire. 

"I want it," she begged. "Fill me up with your prick." 

The full length of his throbbing cock rode deep into her helpless cunt. Over 
and over he thrust his man meat into her. With each wet, thudding stab he 
could feel her pumping pussy, reaching back to meet him. Reaching underneath 
her now, he clasped the full, ripe cheeks of her ass. He cupped them hotly 
in the palms of his hands, squeezing them as he continued driving his cruel 
cock into her moist, clasping cunt. Her flushed face indicated mixed pain 
and pleasure. 

Linda looked up at his muscular shoulders, firm-set jaw and blazing, erotic 
eyes, feeling almost helpless now. He forced her legs over so he could have 
deeper access to her cunt. She bent over so far that it was difficult to 
breathe. At this angle he could obtain deeper penetration. She felt his huge 
pistoning cock driving in and out of her cunt. His sperm-bloated balls 
slapped lewdly against her anus every time he drilled her. A waft of cool 
air invaded her ass crack as he spread her legs to obtain deeper 
penetration. His chest pressed down, keeping her pinned in this awkward 
position. The chauffeur's strong hands reached for her tender bosoms, 
squeezing the nipples crudely, pinching and hurting them as he continued 
pistoning in and out of her tight pussy opening. Linda couldn't help 
enjoying the erotic sound of his heavy testicles slapping against her 
tightly clenched buttocks. It was a sensual sound. 

"Ohhhh," she gasped as their entwined bodies struggled for orgasmic release. 

His body pitched back to rest his huge, throbbing penis deeper in her. 

"Yes, yes," she begged, "give me your cock. I want every inch of you in me." 

He continued drilling his prick into her wetly sucking cunt. Parting his ass 
cheeks, she fingered his tight anus. She quivered underneath him as she 
stabbed her finger all the way up his hot, tight rectum, feeling his cock 
plunging into her with unrelenting fury. Impatiently he squeezed her prickly 
nipples until they were blood red. Then he drove his cock meat into her all 
the way and exploded. 

"Fuck me, ohhh, ahh, yes, yes ... fuck me!" 

Slipping her Finger from his ass-hole, she looked up at him as he pumped his 
prick in her cunt. 

"I'm cuming, too," she groaned as she joined him in juicing. 

Her hot hands grasped his bare buttocks, squeezing and pinching them as he 
continued shooting his load into her. 

Passionately the chauffeur kissed the princess. Slowly he Finally withdrew. 
Tears stained her eyes as she realized she could never continue this if she 
married the count. It was a terrifying thing to expect of her. It was a 
sacrifice she was told she had to make-and she couldn't understand why. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

As the chauffeur eased off the bed, he stood there naked in the moonlight 
and looked at the young girl for the last time. 

"Why are you just standing there?" she asked curiously. 

"I just want to remember you like that." 

Not quite certain what he was talking about, Linda asked what he meant. 

"I'm not going to be here when you get back from your Paris shopping spree," 
he said, reaching down to gently caress her face with the palm of his hand. 

"Why not?" the young girl asked anxiously. 

"It would not be right for me to stay here," he explained. "I know. If your 
father or mother knew what has been going on they would want to kill me." 

The terrifying truth in the chauffeur's words got to her. No doubt what he 
was telling her was the truth. To think of never seeing him again, however, 
was not easy. 

"Kiss me," the princess begged. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he bent over and pressed his lips sensuously 
against hers. His tongue found hers and soon they were kissing wildly. 

Finally the chauffeur pulled away from the princess and thanked her for 
everything. 

"But I must thank you," she insisted as she observed him standing there 
dressing. 

Slipping into his shorts, he proceeded to get dressed. Once he'd finished 
putting on his clothes, he recognized that he could never look back. It was 
the end of an era as far as he was concerned. 

"Good-bye, Linda," he whispered. 

"Good-bye," she replied huskily as she watched him leave her alone. 

Drifting off to a troubled sleep, Linda woke up the next morning when the 
housemaid rapped on her door and told her it was time to rise. 

"You're going to have an early afternoon flight to Paris," she reminded her. 

Linda struggled to get up. Another day of exciting events would keep her 
busy. But it might not keep her satisfied. Throwing back the bed clothes, 
she rose and stepped into the marble bathroom. The sun was streaming through 
the white shutters and it warmed Linda just thinking about the beach. It was 
summertime and how she wished that she could forget about the trip to Paris 
and just relax on a stretch of golden beach. 

However, this was not going to be easy for she knew her mother had a busy 
schedule planned. It was a constant round of activity that her mother seemed 
to thrive on. But as far as Linda was concerned, she enjoyed a slower pace 
and less pretense. 

Finishing her shower, she dried off and went to her large, walk-in closet to 
select something to wear. Her mother had made such a production of 
purchasing clothes every season that her closet was filled to overflowing. 
It wasn't that she didn't have enough to wear, it was that she had too much 
and didn't know how to make up her mind what to wear. 

At last she slipped into a simple blue cotton dress and white shoes. It was 
a sunny, warm day and she wanted to wear something light. When she came to 
breakfast her mother looked at her almost critically. 

"What are you dressed like that for, dear." 

"What's wrong with this?" 

"Well, if you don't know," her mother said in a cryptic voice, "I'm afraid 
I'll have to tell you. Cotton is not being worn in Paris this season. There 
are special blends of silks and gauze. Personally, I prefer silk. Now after 
breakfast go upstairs and change into something more befitting of our 
journey." 

Linda didn't like the way her mother talked to her. There was a certain 
superiority that always surfaced that annoyed her. 

"I don't know what you'd do if I wasn't here to help you," her mother 
complained. 

"Thank you, mother," Linda said, a mocking tone in her voice. 

Following breakfast she went back upstairs and selected a soft blue silk 
dress that she was certain her mother would find appropriate for the journey 
to Paris. 

There wasn't much time before they had to drive to the airport. However, the 
chauffeur had a surprise for them. He had gone, and in his place someone 
else who worked at the palace was taking over. 

"I can't understand what happened," a maid shook her head, not 
understanding. "The chauffeur simply left a note saying there was an illness 
in the family and he was leaving. He took everything. It's strange." 

Completely perplexed, the mother looked at her daughter. 

"Did he say anything to you, dear?" she asked curiously. 

Princess Linda's heart raced rapidly as she thought about the erotic 
interlude she'd had with the chauffeur. 

"No, mother," she said nervously, "nothing was said." 

As they drove to the airport, down the curving mountain road, she was 
thinking. Where had he gone? Had her own lustful desires destroyed his life? 
Did he have enough money? All of these thoughts whirled through Linda's mind 
as she thought about the close, erotic connection she'd enjoyed with him 
just a few short hours before. 

"Why are you so pensive, my dear?" her mother demanded as they disembarked 
when they got to the airport. 

"I don't know. Am I pensive?" Linda shrugged. 

Once they were aboard the plane, champagne was served and Linda was 
thinking. Thinking about the chauffeur. 

"I wonder who that gentleman is," her mother said, looking across the aisle 
at a distinguished-looking gray-haired man. He was dressed in a conservative 
business suit that she felt certain was a Pierre Cardin. No doubt he was an 
extremely wealthy man. He had a briefcase with him which betrayed his 
business background. However, her mother would never make a gesture toward 
finding out who he was, as it wouldn't be lady-like and certainly lacked 
protocol in her position as the head of a kingdom. She looked upon her royal 
duties most seriously. 

Once they had transferred to the airport to Paris there wasn't much time 
left to think. Linda was sleepy from the wild night before and fell asleep. 
Just as they arrived in Paris her mother insisted that she look. 

"Look out the window, dear," her mother smiled. "You see, over there. 
Montmartre. That white church glistening in the sun on the hilltop. Oh, the 
city is too much. Over there. The Eiffel 

Tower. Oh, Linda, I sometimes wish we had an apartment in Paris." 

As the great plane landed at Orly Airport, her mother was thinking. Perhaps 
the maid could find out who the businessman was. When they were going 
through passport, she told the maid to inquire about the man's identity. The 
maid went to a lot of bother to find out and couldn't discover anything. 

A limousine was waiting, which drove them to the Crillon Hotel. 

"I love coming to Paris," her mother smiled proudly, "and before I give a 
ball I always say that no one can provide the clothes that these designers 
can right here." 

The doorman at the hotel greeted them with a courteous bow. The maid took 
charge of obtaining the rooms. 

Going up the elevator to their suite, Linda asked her mother why she had to 
know about the businessman. 

"I thought I met him once," she explained to her daughter. 

"Did you know him very well?" she asked. 

"Intimately," her mother replied. "He was a jeweler from whom I was 
purchasing some gems. He helped me collect some of the finest stones 
available." 

The broad hotel hallways which led to the suite of rooms overlooking the 
city of Paris were quiet. That was what pleased Gabriella so. She had a 
taste for the finest and this hotel represented that. 

Once the maid had hung up their clothes in the wardrobe and excused herself 
to go to her room, Gabriella was pleased to have the opportunity to phone 
and see if her husband Carlos was available to speak with her. 

"Are you sure daddy will like this?" the young princess demanded, looking at 
her mother as she phoned the Bristol Hotel where her father was supposed to 
be staying. 

"I always like to surprise him," she smiled. 

"Yes," Linda shook her head, "and something tells me that sometimes you even 
like to frighten him." 

"What a dreadful thing for you to say." 

Once the hotel desk answered, her mother asked for Carlo Romalia. 

"Why, yes," the clerk told her. "we will call his room." 

Gabriella was startled when a female voice answered the telephone. A soft, 
erotic voice. 

"Yes," the woman's voice intoned. 

"I'm afraid I have the wrong room," Gabriella told the woman. "I was calling 
Carlo Romalia." 

"Carlo," the woman's voice slurred, "someone to speak with you." 

Carlo picked up the phone. He patted the head of the beautiful girl who was 
with him and smiled as he answered. 

"Hello," he began. "Who is it?" 

"It's your wife," Gabriella said haughtily. "And who is that I just spoke 
with?" 

"Ahhh," Carlo exclaimed, "what a delightful surprise that you are here in 
Paris, the city of light." 

"Tell me," Gabriella insisted, totally unimpressed by his flourish and 
friendly manner, "who was it?" 

"She is a girl who is ... taking dictation," he explained. "I had some 
affairs of state to attend to and they sent me a secretary." 

Even though Gabriella was certain he was lying, she went along with it. She 
figured that she hadn't caught him completely and didn't want to have him 
become so suspicious that he would be careful. 

"You mustn't work so hard, my darling," she told him. "You are constantly 
overdoing. Why don't you join us for dinner tonight at the Crillon? We can 
have it served in our room on the terrace. I love Paris at night-and 
especially the view from the balconies of the Crillon Hotel." 

Carlo knew his wife's passion for spending money. He was certain she'd come 
to Paris to select some more clothes. He could never seem to satisfy her 
with enough expensive garments. 

"A pleasure, my love," he told her. "I am counting the moments till we are 
together." 

Gabriella was not carried away by his words, but decided to play his game in 
her own way. 

"Of course, my love," she told him. "We'll be seeing you shortly, darling." 

Hanging up the phone, she scowled. Instantly recognizing that her mother was 
upset, the young princess asked her what was troubling her. 

"Nothing, dear," her mother said, not caring to disclose the problems that 
she had to constantly face with her philandering husband, the prince of 
Valerno. 

Realizing that probably the wisest thing she could do would be to look 
beautiful, the resourceful Gabriella told her daughter that she was going to 
take a bath. 

"I need a restful, lingering bath," she explained, "and then I will dress 
for dinner. Your father will be here in a couple of hours." 

Linda nodded as she watched her mother stroll into the bathroom. She went to 
her private room and looked out across the city. In the distance she could 
see the Eiffel Tower. There was also the River Seine. The splashing 
fountains in Place de la Concorde were remarkably beautiful. She knew why 
her mother loved the Crillon. It was because of its strategic location at 
the end of the Champs Elysees. 

That made it easy for her to walk to the shops, if she cared to. There was a 
small, beautiful park, and then the most magnificent shops in the world 
stretched out for block after block. 

Deciding that she might as well take a bath, too, the beautiful blonde 
princess stepped into the walk-in closet and removed her clothes. Placing 
them on hangers, she then proceeded to go to the bathroom, slipping out of 
her under things. 

There was plenty of atmosphere at this three-hundred-year-old hotel, which 
had once been a residence of Louis XV in another century of French splendor. 
Dropping a bath pearl into the water, Linda eased herself into the tub and 
lay back and soaked. Memories flooded her mind. The ball was in the future, 
but the haunting, erotic excitement of the previous night taunted and 
tormented her. Had she driven the chauffeur off? Who was he with tonight? 
Did he have a girl friend? Was he thinking about her? All of these thoughts 
tumbled and whirled through the young princess's mind. Why should she feel 
such passion for someone who had such a lowly position as a chauffeur? Her 
mother would be furious if she knew what she was thinking about. It wasn't 
practical. It was impossible. After all, she had her royal self to think of. 
It was against everything that she had been taught. Nevertheless, she felt 
the hungering, passionate craving for his body. If only he could be here in 
this tub with her, she thought to herself. 

Linda reached down and slipped her finger inside her moist mound. These sex 
thoughts that were threatening her consciousness now were troubling her. It 
was exciting just to slip her finger in her vagina. 

She closed her eyes shut and relaxed. Linda knew very well that she was an 
attractive young girl with blue eyes, blonde hair and ripe bosoms. She could 
understand why a man could become excited with her. She was becoming excited 
with herself as she continued slipping her finger smoothly inside her 
vagina, rhythmically riding back and forth. 

When she heard the maid entering her bedroom, she slipped her fingers 
quickly from her vagina. Even though the maid would never step into the 
princess's bathroom, she still felt edgy about what she was doing. 

"Your mother said to be ready in an hour," the maid informed her. 

Replying quickly, the princess assured her that she would be ready. Relaxing 
a few moments more, she finally completed her bath. Then she dried off and 
dressed. 

Linda brushed her blonde hair and turned from side to side as she looked at 
her reflection in the mirror. She was a beautiful girl and knew that her 
father would be proud of her. But she had a feeling that her father might 
have been doing something that disturbed her mother, for her mother did not 
retain her cool demeanor completely. She had frowned and her eyes had 
ignited for a second: Perhaps her father was having something to do with a 
lovely Parisian girl, she laughed to herself as she thought about it. Carlo 
was a remarkably youthful, handsome monarch and, many women found him quite 
appealing, just as many young men had found her an appealing young princess. 

When she had finished dressing, she went into her mother's suite. Her mother 
was dressed in one of her most beautiful gowns as she stood before a mirror, 
straightening her dress. 

"Mother, you look so lovely in that green dress," she told her. 

Her mother turned and observed Linda's white dress. Her suntanned skin 
blended beautifully with the white silky fabric of her stunning backless 
gown. 

When Princess Romalia's father arrived at their suite at the Crillon she was 
anxious to see him and find out more about the count who was planning to 
meet her. 

"Father," she began when he entered the door, "tell me about the count. Will 
I really meet him at the party?" 

Her father smiled at her happily. 

"Don't be so restless, my dear. I'm afraid you doubt my word. The count has 
seen your pictures since you were a little girl. He tells me that he's 
fallen in love with you." 

Her mother's calmness surprised her. She was certain that her mother would 
be more expressive. But at this point she maintained a quiet manner and was 
simply listening to what her father the prince was saying. 

"I want you to have happiness, my darling," he told her, "and I don't want 
you to be tormented by people. Everybody wants to photograph you and know 
what you're doing. Anywhere you go you are news. People can make a famous 
person desperately unhappy." 

"I know, daddy," she said as she looked away. "I just wish that things could 
be different." 

Her mother immediately began talking about her plans. 

"I'm going to that French dressmaker tomorrow," her mother declared, "and we 
are going to see to it that Linda has a fitting as well. She deserves the 
best, doesn't she?" 

Even though the prince felt his wife was lavish and extravagant, he did have 
a romantic temperament, and the thought of having his daughter appear at the 
ball as the most beautiful girl of all excited him. 

"The best is none too good for my princess," he smiled as he hugged her 
tightly. 

Going over to the table set with crystal and silver service for their 
evening meal, the young girl's mother smiled. 

"Paris is enchanting in springtime," she told them all, "and tonight let's 
celebrate. We'll have champagne and we won't have to worry about a thing 
tomorrow." 

The prince was thinking of his French mistress, who was waiting for him in 
his suite at the Bristol. 

He tried not to be nervous, but knew that she would get upset if he didn't 
get back early. 

As the dinner proceeded his wife became concerned about what he'd been 
doing. 

"Have you been tending to business?" she asked quietly. 

"Of course, my dear," he smiled nervously. "But what a delicious meal this 
is." 

The night wind wafted in from the balcony and this pleased them both. 

"The sunset was golden and glorious tonight," Gabriella smiled as she told 
about stepping out on the balcony and looking at Place de la Concorde. 

"Paris is always like a fiesta at night," Carlo told her. "The illumination 
of the lights makes it the most beautiful city anywhere in the world." 

After dinner the young princess dismissed herself and retired to her 
bedroom. 

The next morning the shopping tour began. It was wonderful to start fresh 
and new and be in another city. 

"I wonder how long all of this is going to take," the princess sighed 
plaintively. 

She stood for a moment, breathing fast, thinking about the chauffeur. 
Thinking about the young man that she had met on the beach. 

Her mother was concerned. 

"It's strange that when you're in such a lovely city you would be thinking 
about anything except enjoying it." 

Linda knew what her mother had said was true. However, she tried her best 
not to let her understand what was troubling her. 

As they made the rounds of the Paris boutiques and went to the dressmakers, 
the young princess realized this was really not the life for her. She didn't 
care for such display and publicity that always whirled around her. 

She yearned for the freedom that she enjoyed in the privacy of the palace. 
The towering trees, the ocean view, the long stretches of curving, white, 
sandy beaches meant more to her than the hustle and bustle of the city of 
Paris. 

After a couple more days of sightseeing and shopping, they once more had 
dinner with the prince. 

"You look so beautiful tonight," Prince Carlo commented as he looked at his 
lovely daughter. 

"Of course she does," Gabriella smiled, "and my poor little girl is going to 
be happy after the ball. I know that she will enjoy meeting the count." 

As Linda sat at the table looking at the skyline of Paris in the distance, 
she couldn't help wishing that she was just another girl. Having the weighty 
responsibilities of carrying on in the royal tradition wasn't what she 
wanted. She would be free-if she was a commoner. She was really just an 
innocent victim of something she never asked for. This was the truth. She 
deliberately shut her eyes for a moment. Her father noticed this and was 
upset. 

"Is something wrong?" he asked. 

Her behavior was bothering him. He'd never known her to act so moody. 

"No," she shook her head, "but, father, tell me one thing. What if the count 
doesn't like me?" 

Placing his hand on his daughter's, her father shook his head. 

"Listen to me," he said, looking into her tragic blue eyes, "everyone loves 
you. And the count will, too." 

Her father's words echoed in her mind. When they flew back to the tiny 
kingdom of Valerno the next day, Linda was thinking about her future. Would 
she live in Germany? Or would she live in the palace in Valerno? What would 
it be like to meet a man of such vast wealth that she could have anything 
she wanted? Would it be so wonderful? Maybe she would love him, too. That 
was a possibility she'd barely considered. 

As they swept down from the clouds over the blue skies of the tiny 
principality, she could see the ocean lapping at the sandy shoreline. The 
blazing sunshine which always shone on this beautiful Riviera setting was 
where Linda wanted to be. The colder climates of northern Europe held little 
appeal for her. 

Once the plane had landed, the maid tended to the luggage. Then Linda saw 
the new chauffeur. Making it a point to deliberately not get too friendly 
with him, Linda determined she was going to live up to her royal station. 

The palace was being prepared for the night of the great ball. 

"Oh, mother, it looks beautiful in here," Linda observed as they entered the 
spacious ballroom. 

"I've had everyone working for the great event," her mother told her, "and 
they are going to have a lighting system in the garden that will make it 
perfect for dancing out on the terrace by moonlight. Won't that be 
wonderful?" 

Suddenly all of the glamor of the big ball that was being prepared for her 
thrilled Linda so much she had to tell her mother how happy she was. 

"Oh, mother," the young blonde princess smiled, "this will be the greatest 
night of my life. I just know it will." 

Her mother warned her, however, that there would be difficult moments. 

"You see, we've invited the press," she confessed, "as we need to attract 
tourists to our kingdom. It isn't that we are using you, dear. It's simply 
that we must do what we can to help the people in our small world." 

Forgetting her personal feelings about publicity for a moment, the young 
princess looked about in wonderment and delight at the beautiful decorations 
that were being placed in the garden. 

Running to the window, she threw back a shutter and called out to a gardener 
who was placing a light nearby. 

"Oh, it's going to look wonderful!" she told him. 

The gardener nodded and smiled. A hot, erotic flush of desire went through 
the young princess. She wished that she could know him. This tormented her 
and bothered her mother. Gabriella came over to her daughter and chided her 
abruptly. 

"You are not to get involved with the people who are working for us, dear. 
Please, understand." 

The young princess understood all too well. She also knew what her mother 
would think of her if she had known about all the things she had done with 
the chauffeur and the nameless young man she'd met on the hot, sandy beach 
that one afternoon. 

"Of course, mother," she whispered. 

The days that followed were busy. Her father returned to the kingdom with 
beautiful gifts for her. 

"I'm so excited." the young blonde girl exclaimed when her father presented 
her with the presents. "In just a little while we're going to have the big 
event." 

Her father nodded and smiled. 

"I know you're going to look beautiful," he told her. "Now you must be 
perfectly quiet and not let everyone see you get so excited. Royalty must 
remain cool. Otherwise, you will raise eyebrows." 

"It's just that people would think you were frivolous, dear," her mother 
explained, "if you act too elated. Remember, they should be tremendously 
elated just to look at you. And with your cool regal bearing you will be 
able to assume your royal responsibilities effectively." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The night before the ball Linda could hardly sleep. She thought about the 
possibility of loving the count. Her father had built him up to such an 
extent that she was troubled. Could anyone be quite as wonderful as the 
count was supposed to be? 

Finally she drifted off to sleep. She slept soundly, and the next morning, 
as sunlight streamed through her windows, she could smell the jasmine in the 
garden. Linda breathed deeply and then threw back the bedclothes, springing 
on bed and moving to the window. What a beautiful day it was! How wonderful 
to be in a kingdom where the sun was always shining. 

After breakfast she took a long walk down to the village. In the afternoon 
she busied herself about the palace, looking at the garden decorations and 
admiring the beautiful furnishings that had been added to the grand ballroom 
for the event. 

Soon Linda found herself by a little fountain with the cool wind rising that 
stirred the leaves about her as the warm sky slowed magically toward sunset 
at the end of the day. It would only be a few more hours and the ball would 
begin. 

Her mother spotted Linda and chided her. 

"You poor darling," she told her. "You shouldn't be sitting here alone in 
the garden. You should be resting in your room for the big night ahead. 
People will probably be staying up all night." 

Linda looked at her mother with her bright, tragic blue eyes and smiled. 

"All right, mother. I guess I should go to bed. I'm not used to being up 
till all hours." 

"You'll get used to it, dear," her mother told her. "Now come along with 
me." 

"All right, mother." 

They crossed the courtyard together and entered the hall of the palace. 

"Now go up to your room," she told her, "and don't come down until we tell 
you to. I will have a very light supper sent up to your room since we will 
have a midnight champagne dinner at the ball." 

Speedily forgetting anything but her mother's efforts on her behalf, Linda 
thanked her. Her mother looked at her and couldn't help admiring her 
beautiful daughter the princess. The exquisite color of her skin against the 
gold scarf, her soft, sensuous voice, her subtle blue eyes, her tears and 
willingness to do anything to please her parents prompted her to wrap a 
comforting arm around Linda and hug her closely. 

"Now, darling," she whispered, "you take care. We're going to have a 
beautiful time tonight." 

As the princess ascended the circular staircase and moments later walked 
down the wide hallway to her suite, she wondered whether or not she was up 
to the event that was being planned on her behalf. 

It wasn't easy for Linda to relax. She grew more nervous as the time drew 
nearer for the party. Her mother stepped into the room and asked her, "Did 
you get some rest, dear?" 

"Not much." 

"You just stay here in the quiet of your room. You look so peaceful and 
relaxed. That's the way a princess must always look. Tonight when you make 
your entrance at the ball the count will be standing at the bottom of the 
staircase waiting for your hand. When you join him, the two of you will go 
into the ballroom together and begin the first dance. I'm sure you will 
enjoy every moment of it. I know I will. I've been looking forward to this 
night for so long." 

It was apparent to the princess that it meant much more to her mother than 
it ever could to her. 

"Yes, mother." 

How she wished that her mother could consider her feelings some more. But 
her imperious manner told her that she was thinking first of her position at 
the palace, and only secondly, was she concerned about her feelings. 

A couple of hours later, after Linda finally did manage to get some rest, 
her mother came to the bedroom and told her it was time to dress. In the 
distance the young girl could hear laughter punctuated with conversation. 

"They're here," she said, awakening. "I can hear them downstairs." 

"Yes, darling, everyone is here. They have flown in from all over Europe for 
the event." 

The music in the distance provided a magic background for the great gala at 
the palace. 

"Oh, mother," she asked, looking away, "Do you think I will be up to it?" 

To herself Gabriella Romalia was thinking, poor little girl. No wonder she 
was tired. It was past her bedtime. No wonder she was sad-so much was being 
expected of her. Brushing that thought aside, however, her mother kept a 
pleasant front up for her daughter and told her confidently, "Now you must 
slip into that beautiful gown we purchased for you in Paris. I want to see 
you looking like a flower." 

With a smile Linda slipped out of bed, then took time out to refresh herself 
with a shower. After she had dried off she slipped into her underclothes and 
proceeded back into the bedroom where her mother was waiting with a maid to 
help her into the dress. 

"It's the perfect color for your eyes," the maid smiled as she slipped into 
the sky-blue chiffon gown, whose beautifully fitted bodice, dipping into a 
daring vee at the back, brought out Linda's beautiful figure to great 
advantage. 

"Look at her," the maid exclaimed excitedly, once she had dressed, "the 
picture of sweetness and beauty." 

Her mother stood gazing at her with a satisfied expression on her face. 

"You are beautiful," she told her quickly, "and you will capture the heart 
of every man here tonight." 

A moment of silence followed as the young princess turned around and looked 
at her reflection in the mirror. Her corn-silk gold hair falling about her 
shoulders, the form-fitting dress displaying her bosoms provocatively, and 
her curvaceous hips reflected in the mirror, giving her the vision of beauty 
that she was expected to have in her royal position. 

"Thank you, mother, for taking me to Paris to buy this dress." 

Her mother hugged and kissed her gently on the cheek. Her face was flushed 
now as she looked into her daughter's clear blue eyes. 

"Now when we tell you to, you are to proceed down the hallway, down the 
steps. You'll find the count waiting for you, dear." 

Her spirits rose as she contemplated the moment when the count would await 
her at the bottom of the stairs. 

"You must be tired," the maid whispered. 

Shaking her head, Linda assured her she wasn't. 

"I've waited a long time for this moment," she replied softly. 

Stepping down the hallway quietly in the awkward moment of silence before 
she made her grand entrance,, the princess breathed a silent prayer that the 
count would find her appealing. 

Walking down the stairs slowly, she heard the music softly playing in the 
background for her royal entrance. There she observed the handsomest man 
she'd ever seen in her life. He was tall, with broad shoulders. But what 
impressed her most of all were the clear blue eyes that focused on her every 
movement. His wavy blonde hair, his light skin. They would be the perfect 
match. 

When she finally reached the bottom of the stairs she gave him her hand with 
a smile so gracious and pleasing that he found himself bowing over her 
fingers not ungracefully. It was something like rendering homage to royalty. 
A formal salute. Then the count smiled and told her, "Good evening. I'm so 
pleased to see you." 

Her mother stood at the top of the staircase watching. The two of them 
turned and walked into the ballroom with everyone following behind. The maid 
whispered, "Don't they make a wonderful couple?" 

Nodding, with tears streaking her eyes, Gabriella smiled. The glow of fire 
that had built in her body from the second that she saw the count was 
evident to everyone. She was showing a cat-like enjoyment of the heat that 
had surfaced. 

As the orchestra struck up, the two of them entered the glorious ballroom 
with its white and gold walls, heavy chandeliers and rich parquet wooden 
floor. It was almost as if she was dancing in the clouds. She was glowing, 
her eyes and lips brilliant. Every motion, every look spoke of her intense 
consciousness of him, the pleasure in his nearness. 

"Do you remember when I saw you when you were a little girl?" he asked her 
as they danced to everyone's delight. 

Shaking her head, the princess told him, "No." 

"I thought you were beautiful then," he told her, "and I think you are 
gorgeous now." 

He had swept her off her feet. In flashback Linda remembered the man at the 
beach. What a crude encounter that had been. Breathlessly she thought of the 
chauffeur and how he had forced his physical attentions on her. But this was 
the man that she was born for. How awful to waste it on a commoner! 

"I should have died without living," he smiled, "if I hadn't seen you 
again." 

"Don't be tragic about it," the princess laughed as they danced and everyone 
watched them. 

The music was playing louder now. The chandeliers sparkled in their crystal 
splendor as they danced underneath them and all eyes focused on them. What a 
glorious couple they made. The tall, handsome count and the beautiful blonde 
princess. Her father watched closely from the sidelines. At that point her 
mother joined him and they danced together. 

"I've never seen anything like them together," her mother exclaimed. 

Her father shook his head. "You and I were the envy of all of Europe," he 
reminded her. 

"I'm not young anymore," she told her royal husband sadly. "I'm afraid that 
you find others more attractive." 

"Oh, don't be absurd," he shook his head. "You are speaking ridiculous 
talk." 

"What about that girl at your hotel?" 

He laughed gaily and shook his head. 

"On my honor, I haven't loved anyone but you." 

Even though Gabriella knew he was lying, it pleased her to have him keep her 
living in the illusion that she was the only woman who could ever matter. 

In the meantime, the young princess noticed her German count was dancing 
toward the terrace doors. 

"You like to dance?" he smiled. "Yes," she assured him, "I love to dance 
very much." 

As they came to the terrace they stopped dancing and walked together down a 
narrow pathway. It was a perfect night, a gentle breeze sweeping the light 
clouds over the mountain tops. 

The moonlight illuminated the garden. The music from the orchestra could be 
heard in the distance. 

"I've thought about you so many times," he told her, "and I was always 
afraid." 

Linda laughed and turned to run down a little slope to a small section of 
the garden where a fountain was splashing. Sitting on an ornamental white 
bench she looked into his eyes. Her stare met his in a long look, her red 
lips smiling at him. The count had no words for her now. He was so thrilled 
and excited to be close to her that his arms suddenly swept around her. 

"I love you," he whispered. 

It upset her to have him speak like this. 

"But you barely know me," she told him. "It's foolish for you to say you 
love me." 

"Perhaps," he admitted, "but it's very natural for me to say it. I love you 
very much." 

Her fears were vanishing as she felt him pressing close to her. 

"I. . . I don't mean to say anything," she said nervously, "but we'd better 
go back to the ballroom. My parents will be wondering where I am." 

"But it's necessary for us to be alone," he said firmly. 

"But I must return to my parents," she insisted, about to rise. 

"That's not quite fair, is it?" the count asked as he looked eagerly into 
her eyes, "because I love you. I want to marry you." 

Hardly able to catch her breath, the young princess's face flushed. She hid 
her face in her hands, shivering. He tried to draw her hands away but she 
resisted. Suddenly Linda turned and flung herself face downward and began 
weeping piteously. 

"Why are you crying?" the confused count asked. 

She caught her breath and replied faintly, "Because I want to marry you, 
too." 

Thrilled and excited that she had said this to him, he clasped her closely. 

"My poor, poor little princess," he whispered. "I have come on too strong. 
But I couldn't help it. Just being in your presence drove me out of my 
mind." 

At that very instant the princess was seeing herself riding in splendor in 
Rolls Royces. She could see herself traveling to the capitals of the world 
and living the glittering life that she had been born to. It was coming true 
like a dream. 

"Let's run away from them all," he told her, his voice trembling with 
passionate emotion. 

"Oh, we couldn't," she exclaimed. 

Out of the corner of her eye the princess could see the bulging crotch of 
the count. It bothered her. She blushed as though hot sunlight had touched 
her cheeks, the color and expression of her face wavering. But that was for 
a moment only. 

"I love you," he told her, his lips pressing passionately against hers. 

She felt his chest crushing at her bosoms as he let his tongue slide inside 
of her mouth in a heavenly manner. She sucked on his tongue as if she could 
never let him go. Then with a hesitating voice, the words coming out with a 
little rush in a half-breathless pause, he told her how he had dreamed of 
this moment. 

"I could hardly wait until you were old enough for me," he told her. "My 
body has been burning for you all of these years." 

He seemed absorbed in every detail of her appearance. She was a delightful 
vision to behold. Her dress was cut low at the neck so he could see her 
beautiful bosoms. It was his determination to love every part of her body 
completely. 

Fearlessly the count told Linda, "We must elope. What would you like to do 
more than anything in the world?" 

The princess smiled. "I would like to go to New York City," she told him, 
"and dance in those discos." 

He laughed. "Anything you want to do-we can do," he assured her. "When shall 
we leave?" 

She didn't want to hear details of their trip. Linda just wanted to talk 
about it. Having had everything done for her, it was not easy for the 
princess to make any plans. 

"You're an enchanting woman," he said as his hands gently touched her 
bosoms. "Nature has been very good to you." 

At this point she realized the truth of the situation. The shadows of the 
trees overhanging the bench where they were seated played about his face. He 
was charming and handsome and she laughed at the thought of their life 
together. With a love like this, everything in the world could be beautiful. 

"I think you mean it," she told him. 

"Yes, yes," he insisted. 

Now Linda knew what she had to do. 

"I would never dare tell my mother or father," she explained. "I can leave a 
note for them. I must go to my room and take just a couple of things with 
me. If I take anymore someone could become suspicious." 

"I have my car waiting for us," he smiled. "I have commissioned my driver to 
wait until I came with you. I knew this would happen." 

The sexual electricity flashed in his eyes as he looked at the blonde 
princess's beautiful body. Her efforts to avoid him had been in vain for the 
count had asserted his claim the moment he saw her-and she had responded to 
him just as her father said she would. 

"You do love me?" he asked. She almost sobbed as she clutched him closely to 
her. 

"Now see what I've done," she said, her voice trembling. "I have lost all 
control. I have let my heart run away with my mind." 

The count's heart melted within him. 

"Forgive me, Linda," he begged her. "I didn't mean to upset you. But I felt 
that you might feel what I know in my own beating heart." 

There was nothing on earth that mattered to her now. She knew she had to 
have him. 

"I would not dare silence my heart," the count said. "I knew that you would 
feel this for me. too." 

Walking back to the house, the princess couldn't help wonder if she was 
deluding herself. Was it all an illusion? Would she awake tomorrow after the 
ball and discover this was a dream? 

Slipping silently into the front hallway of the palace, Linda went quietly 
up to her bedroom. It was essential for her to take a few items with her. 
She knew that she would need them on her journey to the United States. 

A twinge of sadness flickered through her mind as she walked once more to 
the wide shuttered windows and looked out. The moonlight created patterns of 
shadow and light in the courtyard. The splashing fountain, the towering 
trees and the curving coastline of the kingdom of Valerno were all precious 
memories. She would be leaving them now that she had found her true love, 
Count Alex von Strahl. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The count was waiting for Linda. 

"You don't know what I went through when I stood here," he told her. "I was 
wondering if you might change your mind." 

Shaking her head the princess assured him, "I could never change my mind." 

It didn't matter what age he was. He might be a man of thirty. The important 
thing was that she loved him. 

Together the two of them hurried from the palace and down the small walkway 
that led to where the cars were parked. She saw a white Rolls Royce with a 
chauffeur standing nearby. The chauffeur's eyes beamed when he looked at the 
two of them. 

"I had no idea you were going to infulence the princess so swiftly," the 
chauffeur grinned. 

The count nodded. "She feels for me what I feel for her." 

As this point they left. The chauffeur drove the car down the winding 
mountain road that led from the palace situated high on the cliffs above 
Valerno, and once more the princess was troubled by the thought of leaving 
everything behind her. 

"But where will we live?" she asked anxiously. 

"That depends on you," he told her, "and where you want to live. I have a 
home in Frankfurt, one at St. Moritz, another one on the Isle of Capri. And 
I am planning on purchasing a home in Acapulco." 

The dizzying delight of being able to live anywhere thrilled, intrigued and 
excited the beautiful young princess. 

"Did you see the photographers taking pictures of us tonight?" he grinned. 

"Yes," the princess smiled, "and for once I didn't mind." 

"I have heard you can be very abrupt with photographers," the count chided 
her. 

"Yes, I can," she admitted. "Sometimes they become much too nosy." 

"That is one of the penalties of being so rich and famous and beautiful," he 
laughed. "They always want to follow you wherever you go. But I think we've 
eluded them tonight." 

However, as the prince turned he saw a train of cars following behind them 
down the mountainside. 

"Damn it," he exclaimed, "they are behind us!" 

The count insisted his chauffeur drive speedily through the town of Valerno 
to the International Airport. 

"Go down a side street," he suggested. "Do anything to shake them. I don't 
want them knowing what we are going to do. We have just half an hour to 
catch that flight to New York." 

The young girl was amazed that he knew about the plane flight for New York. 

"I kept track of the different planes that were coming to Valerno," he 
explained, "as I planned to elope with you tonight. I wasn't thinking of New 
York. That was your idea. I thought perhaps you would want to go to Capri." 

"What is Capri like?" the princess smiled, paying no attention to the long 
line of cars that were following them in their dramatic elopement. 

"There's the Blue Grotto," he explained. "Caves underneath the earth. You 
can take a boat through the tunnels of the Blue Grotto and see the sun 
shining through the exciting blue water. It's a dream of a trip." 

It was obvious the count was upset. Masking his disgust at what was 
happening with the trail of people behind him, he began secretly wondering 
if marrying the princess would mean losing his privacy forever. 

"Doesn't this get you upset?" he asked her. 

Princess Linda remembered what her mother had said. 

"I keep cool," she told him. 

Looking into her limpid blue eyes the count smiled lovingly. He thought she 
was truly a princess. 

To maintain her cover of secrecy, the princess made it a point to put on her 
dark glasses. It did look absurd to be wearing dark glasses at night as she 
slipped through the corridor to catch the last airplane bound for New York 
via London. 

Seconds later the photographers descended like vultures. Flashbulbs popped 
everywhere as a crowd of people formed to watch the beautiful young princess 
eloping with the handsome German count. 

"I guess you can't keep anything secret in your life, can you?" the count 
shrugged angrily. 

"No, it's awful," the princess replied. 

Once they had boarded the plane they were given the first-class passenger 
seats that the count had purchased for them. 

"I wonder if I should go back?" she suddenly sighed as the great engines of 
the jet began preparing for the take-off. 

"Go back?" the count demanded angrily. "What are you talking about?" 

Stopping for a moment, Linda paused, then added in a low, trembling voice, 
"If you care for me, I want to live with you wherever you want to 
go-forever." 

As the giant jet soared into the sky the princess sat quite still, not 
looking at him for a moment. Then he lay his hand on hers and said softly, 
"I love you." 

The count kissed the princess's cheek, a light glancing kiss as she turned 
up quickly to look at him. Her flushed face indicated how much she cared for 
him. Her intense blue eyes told him everything he wanted to know. 

"You do love me, don't you?" 

"I love you very much, he assured her. "More than anyone else in the world." 

"Enough to marry me?" Linda asked suddenly, wanting to make sure the count 
was not thinking about a sexual rendezvous with no thought of something as 
permanent and ideal as a marriage relationship. 

"If that were all," he said as he kissed her again, "it would be easy. But 
everything centers around our being together always." 

The princess's eyes met his clearly without hesitation. 

"I will marry you," she told him, "but I'm not sure my parents would approve 
running away like this." 

"You saw what a nightmare it was escaping those photographers," he reminded 
her. "Isn't it better that we elope and have a simple wedding?" 

"Yes, I mean that 

"You are wondering whether you dare marry without your mother arranging a 
fashionable wedding. I know a palace wedding would be beautiful, my love.But 
when two people want each other as much as we do, we can't wait.'" 

"But I'm not sure that it's right," the princess hesitated once the full 
reality of what she was doing came over her. 

Her eyes clouded with tears and she shrank from him. 

"Don't be unhappy," he said softly. 

"I didn't say that," the princess smiled. "Nothing on earth matters to me 
beside you. If you will love me, I shall think about you all my life long." 

At this point he noticed the stewardess who was coming around to ask them if 
they wanted champagne. 

"Champagne it is," the count smiled, flashing his white teeth. 

"And you?" he asked, turning to the stunning blonde princess. 

Nodding and smiling, Linda assured him she wanted to sip champagne with him, 
too. 

Once they had sipped their chapagne and relaxed, they began enjoying the 
flight. 

"After London," he told her, "it will be just a short hop to the United 
States. But now let's get some sleep." 

It was way past the princess's normal bedtime. She leaned against the 
handsome count's shoulder as the stewardess came to take their long-stemmed 
champagne glasses from them. 

The lights in the plane were dimmed now and it was nearly dark, making it 
comfortable and easy to sleep. But both of them were so excited sleep didn't 
come easy. Reaching over, the count ran his fingers through her hair. 

"What lovely hair," the count whispered. "I love to run my fingers through 
it." 

As he kept running his fingers through Linda's hair he bent over and brought 
his face close to her ear. Soon he was pushing his tongue ever so slightly 
forward, allowing it to snake its way inside of her left ear. 

Linda's entire body began to tighten under the intense sexual activity of 
the moment. Once more the erotic arousal sensations that she had experienced 
with the young man on the beach, the man she had danced with at the disco, 
and the handsome chauffeur, flooded her being. She could see herself being 
swept away on a cloud in more ways than one. Her spirits were soaring just 
as high as the huge jet in which she was traveling, carrying her in the sky. 
The longer that the count slid his tongue inside of her ear, the more 
excited she became. Her whole body slid in dramatic response to his sweeping 
tongue manipulations. 

A few tongue thrusts later he removed his mouth from her ear. He then let 
his tongue assert itself with greater quickness as vigorous desire got him 
so hot he knew he had to kiss her. 

Holding her closely, he pressed his searing lips against her. 

"Oh, you're so beautiful," he whispered hungrily. "I could eat you." 

At this point he placed her hand on his penis. Linda could feel its 
hugeness. 

"I want you to play with me," the count told the princess. 

He was whispering and no one paid any attention in that everyone was fast 
asleep as the great engines of the quiet engine soared into the night. 

Slowly unzipping his fly she could feel his throbbing manhood. 

"Go ahead," he begged, "pull it out. I want you to give me a blow job." 

Linda didn't fully understand what the count meant by the words, "blow job." 

"What?" she whispered, her innocent blue eyes looking into his hot, lustful 
gaze. 

"I mean I want you to suck on me," he explained. 

Once more the princess's face flushed as she realized what was expected of 
her. Slowly she inserted her hand in his pants. Reaching down, she fumbled 
to pull his huge, thick cock from the confines of his crotch. 

"I'm going to give you a good time," he promised her. 

Soon he was pulling it out for her. As she saw the count's cock spring to 
life she was amazed at its enormous size. 

"Pull on it first," he whispered. 

Gently touching it, the princess found it difficult to pull on the count's 
throbbing cock. 

"Go ahead," he whispered with eager urging, "just pull it slowly and then 
pick up the tempo." 

Ever so slowly the beautiful blonde princess pulled on his manhood. She shut 
her eyes and began stroking swiftly up and down his hard shaft. Then she saw 
it standing out from his hairy loins. When she opened her eyes and moved 
down around his crotch she could see the thick knobby head was starting to 
ooze cream. At this point a small moan of excitement escaped her lips. 

"Go ahead," he told her, "do it for me." 

She began slipping her tongue back and forth over the tip of his cock. The 
moment her tongue touched his penis tip, the searing rush of sexual 
electricity passed through her body. As the current continued she began 
slowly sucking his throbbing cock. The count's balls ached with lusty 
desire. He could hardly wait to explode his load in her mouth. 

"You're sucking real smooth," he told her. 

The count's soft voice had a mesmerizing effect. 

"Don't worry," he told her as she sucked hungrily on his huge cock, "no one 
is watching." 

Linda went on pulling on his blood-engorged member and sucking the tip of 
it. It swelled with desire and she shamelessly slipped her tongue back and 
forth over its meaty head. 

"Ohhh, that feels so good," the count panted as he reached down to 
affectionately caress her bosoms. 

He let his thumbs slip freely back and forth over her nipples as his cock 
lurched obscenely in her mouth. For an instant the princess gasped. She was 
almost choking on the count's cock meat. 

"Ohhh, come on," he told her, "now you're doing it. Suck, suck!" 

For a moment Linda looked at the outer skin of his turgid maleness, capping 
and uncapping the unseeing eye in its head. And that eye was leaking, 
dripping a thin silvery strand of pre-coital sap that glistened at the 
satiny bloated head from which it came as he smeared it around with the palm 
of his hand on every upstroke. He had taken his male hardness from her wet 
grasp in an unrestrained outburst of sexual arousal. 

"That fast?" the princess asked the count as she realized the tempo at which 
he was pumping his prick. 

"Go ahead," he told her. 

His penis was so big and shiny and stiff that Linda could hardly wait to 
suck it off and taste him. Her loins began to throb in response to the 
spectacle that she was looking at. Now Linda knew what she wanted. She 
wasted no time. Thrusting her mouth down over his cock, she felt the count 
quivering. For a thrilling instant he could imagine how fantastic it would 
be when his penis shaft exploded. 

"Suck on me," he begged her. "Suck me." Grasping his huge, throbbing cock, 
she began sucking. 

"Reach down and massage my balls," the count coaxed her urgently. 

It was easy for Linda to tell by the husky tone of the count's voice and his 
reddening face just how stimulated he'd become. She gently massaged and 
caressed his bloated balls. 

"That's the way"" he panted. "Play with them." 

She kept pulling on his throbbing cock with one hand and playing on his 
balls with the other while her mouth moved up and down the head of his 
shaft. 

"Ohhh, suck me, suck me," he panted with lusty desire as he closed his eyes. 
"Just keep licking it," he asked eagerly. "Please, Linda." 

Reaching down he pressed her head urgently over his cock. She could see how 
intent he was to satisfy his lusty desire. As Linda let her pink tongue tip 
flip over the meaty crown of his cock, she could feel his entire body 
quiver. 

"Suck-suck me," he panted as he felt her lips over the shiny head of his 
maleness. 

Using his hand he pressed the princess further down over his penis. Soon 
Linda's mouth was over his throbbing cock, her lips fastened firmly at his 
cock head as she sucked voraciously, instinctively. 

"Ohhh, yes, yes," he panted as he pumped his hard, long prick meat farther 
down her throat. "That's the way I like it. Just like that." 

The beautiful blonde princess was sucking smoothly and becoming more aroused 
than ever. 

"Blow me, ohhh ... eat me ... keep your mouth on it until I shoot." 

The princess could sniff the pungent scent of the count's heated loins as 
she let her hot mouth travel up and down the length of his slick manhood. 

"Eat me," he gasped as he thrust his prick to the back of her throat, 
enjoying the sensation of his cock head caressing her throat like this. 

Linda sucked hungrily as her finger tips continued caressing and massaging 
his lust-bloated balls. The raging genital heat prompted him to change his 
position. He wanted to slide it farther down her throat. 

Positioning himself so he could watch his throbbing, long cock meat riding 
in her face, he continued fucking her. 

He enjoyed thrusting it all the way down her throat. Then he could slowly 
withdraw and see the saliva slickened surface of his cock. His balls bounced 
on the princess's lips" when he'd fill her face up with his thick, skewering 
prick meat. 

"I'll flood your face with my cum," he smiled down at her. "I'm almost 
there. Just keep sucking me." 

Linda kept her lips fastened firmly on his spongy cock head. She was eager 
to suck the sweet male sperm from his manhood. The hot flush of desire 
surfaced on her face as her burning lips held his penis tightly, her torrid 
tongue sweeping over his cock again and again. She could taste him starting 
to cum and it tasted wonderful to her. 

The count's hand went out to hold her head down over his meaty erection. He 
knew he was about to shoot his wad. Her fingers continued exploring his 
agitated balls. Linda was eager to experience that thrilling, erotic moment 
of climax. She was anxious to discover what he would taste like when he came 
in her mouth. In one thrilling instant she didn't have to be curious 
anymore. He was shooting his pungent seed in her mouth, rapidly sliding it 
over and over down her throat. She almost choked on his gushing cum load. 

He loved watching her suck his seed and swallow his load. 

"Ohhh," he groaned, "eat it, eat it." 

His thick, creamy cum load kept shooting in her mouth as she sucked noisily. 

Someone was moving in the aisle and this bothered him. Hastily the count 
threw a light blanket over her head so that the stewardess who was walking 
down the aisle couldn't see what was happening. 

"Quiet!" he whispered. 

The stewardess walked by. 

"It's all right now," the count whispered to the princess as she eased off 
his prick and he slid his flaccid cock back in his shorts and zipped up his 
fly-Linda lay in his arms the rest of the way on the flight to London. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Linda wasn't aware of another thing until they finally landed in New York 
City after refueling in London. 

"What's happening?" she asked as she straightened up and realized she was 
sitting next to a handsome blonde man. For a moment she had forgotten where 
she was and what she was doing. 

Smiling at her the count explained, "We're landing in New York, my dear," he 
told her. "And we're going to get married. Tomorrow you and I will be man 
and wife." 

It all came back to her in sudden, startled reality. 

"I love you," he whispered sincerely, looking at her with his eyes 
indicating how beautiful he thought she was. 

"Please," she said as she ran her fingers through her corn-silk hair, "I 
must look terrible." 

"You're beautiful," he whispered. 

"How long have we been on this plane?" 

"I don't know, but we're getting to New York. That's the important thing." 

When they got off the plane they saw a swarm of photographers and reporters. 
Apparently the wire services had informed the New York press crew about 
their flight. 

"Look-they're here!" Princess Linda exclaimed. "Oh, I don't want them to 
photograph me." 

Once more the beautiful young princess slipped into her sun glasses. 

"Where are we going?" she asked as they threaded their way through the crowd 
of reporters who were calling out to them. "When are you getting married?" 

Neither the count nor the princess would say one word. The limousine that 
was parked there for them had been arranged through the count's staff. 
Climbing into the car, he asked to be taken to the Park Regency Hotel at the 
edge of Central Park. 

Glancing out of the window once she'd removed her dark glasses, the princess 
recognized the beautiful city of New York in all its splendor. It was night 
time and she remembered her desire to go to a disco. 

"Let's go dancing," she said anxiously. "I've always wanted to dance at a 
disco in New York." 

"Anything you say," he told her. "I'm in love with you ... and I want you to 
be happy." 

She was thrilled that he would act this way. 

"Will you always treat me like this?" she laughed gaily, throwing her head 
back. 

"If you promise to never change," he smiled as he looked at the radiant 
blonde beauty. 

"I promise," she said excitedly. "I'll never change. I'll always be the 
same-just for you." 

How the count wished her promise could come true. For she was a girl with 
luminous blue eyes, soft blonde hair and fair skin that appealed to him 
enormously. 

Stopping at the Club 25 Disco, they told the driver to wait for them. Still 
wearing her beautiful gown and the count dressed in his black tuxedo, their 
clothes were hardly appropriate for the wild discotheque where they would go 
dancing. But it didn't matter. No one paid any attention. Perhaps they 
thought they had just dropped in from a costume party. Anything goes in New 
York, Linda quickly discovered. 

As they continued dancing into the wee hours of the night, drinking, talking 
and laughing, photographers found them at last. When the flashbulbs began 
popping, people around turned and began whispering. 

"That's the princess," one young man exclaimed, recognizing her from photos 
he'd seen of her in the newspapers. 

Linda could never understand why people had to destroy her anonymity. She 
didn't want to hurt anybody, but it was awful the way they behaved, 
crowding, calling out to her and crushing against her. She pulled away and 
the count followed quickly behind her as they headed for the safety of the 
limousine. As soon as they managed to get into the car, the driver took off 
for the hotel. 

Once they had checked into the hotel and were on the thirty-eighth floor 
overlooking Central Park, the count contacted a friend of his who arranged 
for their marriage. 

It was a small, simple ceremony with only a friend of the count's and the 
minister to marry them. When it was over they celebrated. Once more the 
count insisted they have champagne. 

A cart was pushed into their room with a silver bucket holding crushed ice 
surrounding the finest vintage of 1966 French champagne from Bordeaux. As 
they sipped their drinks and spoke of beauty and life and love, the count 
suggested they both undress 

"But why?" she asked nervously. 

"Because I'd like to see you naked," he told her. 

"I ... I can't," the princess objected. "I can't undress for you and parade 
around with no clothes on." 

He smiled as he looked at her. "That's sad," he said as he reached out, 
placing his finger tips on her bosoms. "You're so beautiful. I want you 
naked now. Take off your clothes." 

At this point Linda felt a sudden compulsion to follow his wishes. 

"All right," she told him, "I'll undress ... and you can undress, too." 

The count had made such an issue of being naked by insisting, "There's 
nothing wrong with nudity. That's the natural state of all of us at birth. 
People's dirty minds make it seem vile and evil." 

The count watched as she began slowly removing her clothes. A smile played 
across his moist lips. He had never felt an urge to have any woman as much 
as the hot need that bristled within him to go to bed with the beautiful 
princess at this moment. 

Letting her dress slip from her body she moved toward him. Sitting on the 
edge of the bed she eased out of her silver shoes. She was ready to remove 
her undergarments. The count stood at the side of the bedroom, his mouth 
open, slack-jawed at the sight of her beautiful body. She was incredibly 
appealing in the most sensuous way. 

Princess Linda had a magnetic attraction, almost a musky lure about her that 
made it almost impossible for him to keep his eyes off her body. 

At this point she eased out of her brassiere. He could see her enormous 
bosoms jutting into instant view. The count's eyes widened as he looked in 
wonder at her distended nipples. 

"What's the matter?" the young girl asked, her face flushed as she saw the 
sensuous expression on the count's face. 

The count laughed nervously, glancing around almost as if he expected 
someone to jump from behind a closet door. 

"Nothing," he winked. 

The beautiful blonde laughed, and when she did so, her naked breasts rose 
and fell excitedly. 

"I can hardly wait to find out what it's like to go to bed with you," he 
told her. 

It was strange how Linda's carnal desires were ding her on as well. But it 
didn't matter. There was no stopping her now. Her passionate urging blinded 
her to the reality of what she was doing. 

The count cocked his head to one side, letting his eyes slide to her crotch. 
Linda could actually feel the heat of his intense stare as his body throbbed 
with lustful desires. 

Linda stared at the count who stood there in his tuxedo. The blackness of 
the tuxedo emphasized the richness of his blonde hair. It made him look so 
tall and handsome. The count had an air of not caring what would make women 
long to conquer him. Even though the princess seemed so innocent, he knew 
that she was obviously hot for him. The hotel room was modern, furnished 
with a king-size bed, soft gray carpeting and huge picture windows running 
the length of two walls overlooking a panoramic view of the city and Central 
Park down below. But at this point the count wasn't looking at anything out 
there. His eyes were focused on Linda's naked body. 

He looked at the highlights of her blonde hair as she ran her fingers 
dramatically through her beautiful glistening mane. Then he almost tore her 
panties off. He could see her naked pussy in all its splendor. His eyes 
focused on her curly blonde, fur-trimmed triangle. At this point she was 
eager to see him naked, too. 

"Take off your clothes," she whispered. "I want to see you naked." 

This built the count's ego. She was purring like a gorgeous feline in 
anxious heat. Her entire body became alive as she reached over to unzip his 
fly and then reached up to unfasten his belt. His pants fell to the floor. 
The count's penis swelled into full virile hardness. 

"You like to play," he smiled with a confident smirk, his hands reaching out 
to touch her naked hips. 

He wasted no time. Removing his coat he tossed it on a nearby chair. Next he 
removed his shoes and socks, tossing his pants aside and his shorts as well. 
Only his shirt remained. Once he'd removed his dress shirt he stood there 
completely naked. The count could see beaded moistness rimming the tender 
pink lips of the princess's pussy. When her legs opened wider the tempting 
folds of her vagina seemed to flower into anxious openness. Was she ever a 
cock hungry piece, he thought to himself. She was aching for it. Aching for 
a long, hard hunk of prick meat between her legs. 

"Swing around my way," the princess smiled. 

She wanted to have him in perfect position to slip his penis into her slit. 
The count swung around, reaching a gentle hand down to the voluptuous swell 
of her naked buttocks. He was less than surprised to find Linda possessed 
the pert skin tautness of a young girl. She was the kind of female who kept 
her body in perfect condition. Linda was hot and trembled against him as her 
eyes closed and she breathed anxiously, her lips seeking his. 

Kissing her passionately he discovered she was responding anxiously. Her 
mouth opened around his, her lips grinding into his teeth as her tongue 
searched furtively for his. The beautiful young princess's body shook with 
rising excitement as she reached down to grip the one thing she needed 
now-his hard cock. 

The count moaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around 
the thick, blood-engorged length of his cock and he kissed her passionately, 
answering her fervent soul kiss with one of his own. He felt strangely 
excited. Not in years had the count enjoyed the simple act of kissing this 
much. Perhaps it was her young, firm hand on his prick that made the 
difference. 

He realized just how badly he needed her, and he knew how anxious she was to 
have him, too. 

The naked girl turned, walked to the bed, and stretched out. Coming to her 
side quickly, he bent over and kissed her again and again. The count loved 
the sweet-smelling feminine body pressing close to him. 

They lay there together, looking at each other lovingly. Then he felt her 
wriggling pelvis, smooth and flat as she ground against him. He could feel 
her-rising heat like a consuming fever burning frantically out of control in 
her loins. 

The princess's thighs parted as she lay on her side, facing the count. His 
cock shot up between them. He was in search of the warm, moist slit of her 
pussy that lay nestled between her trembling, soft thighs. The count's arms 
swept around her and she gripped him desperately, breathing in short, 
shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back. Her thighs opened 
shamelessly wide and she closed them around his hips as he rolled 
effortlessly onto her naked beauty with a low, sensuous moan of pleasure. 

"Hmmmmm, beautiful," she panted. "You're so big and hard. I can't wait a 
second longer, my love." 

Her feelings matched the count's desires. He wanted to stick his big hunk of 
man meat in her cunt. She gasped with frenzied passions that burned hotly in 
her belly, threatening to consume her with rapid ferocity unless she had his 
cock sliding inside of her. Unless he could quench the ardent lust flames 
with the gushing bliss of his virile cum. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me," the princess begged as she felt the count's hard, 
long cock plunging into her hot pussy hole. 

Her vaginal muscles grasped his driving manhood as she rode in a milking 
motion, determined to drain him. 

His hands clasped her round, soft, silken-smooth ass cheeks. He squeezed her 
buttocks as he lustfully continued driving in her with all his might. His 
lewd smile indicated to her just how much he enjoyed having his cock riding 
inside of her. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, ahhhh, I ... I can't stand it," he gasped in an outburst of 
passionate frenzy. 

The beautiful blonde's naked, erect red nipple tips brushed tantalizingly 
back and forth across his muscular chest as he clasped her bare buttocks, 
squeezing and caressing them and finally parting them to slide his finger 
sensuously into her tight anus. 

All too vividly the princess remembered how dull it had been with the 
chauffeur. He had never given her sexual satisfaction like this. Her 
passion-packed body was begging for it and it was wonderful. This young, 
well hung count with his pistoning cock smoothly slipping in and out of her 
wet, slurping cunt hole felt fantastic. 

"Hhhmmmmmmm, Alex," Linda gasped, "fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me!" 

The wriggling, sweat-drenched princess gurgled, her eyes wide and 
lust-glazed as the horny count worked above her like a madman. She could 
scarcely breathe from the sheer force of his vigorous, skewering thrusts and 
every time he rammed his long, stiff prick into the sizzling heat of her 
cunt, she groaned until it slithered home and his swollen balls swung 
heavily into the smooth, tight cleft of her bottom cheeks with a resounding 
smack of incredible lewdness that only added to her fantastic arousal. 

The beautiful princess clawed at his back, groping eagerly for the precious, 
jewel-like orb of his balls, bloated and heavy with the thick cream of his 
passion ... the warm, heavy cream that would soon be gushing into her 
quaking loins, flooding her tortured belly in a river of lust-quenching 
wetness. 

It wouldn't be much longer until she reached that orgasmic peak that she was 
rushing blindly toward. She wanted to climb the pinnacle of a screaming, 
back-scratching climax that was only a second away. 

"Yes, yes, hard now, just like that," she begged frantically, breathing 
huskily, her voice laden with emotion as she wriggled under him with 
delicious salaciousness. 

She thrilled to the feel of every inch of his virile stiffness as his pelvis 
slammed against her again and again, each time sending the throbbing 
hardness of his prick deeper into the clasping wet heat of her anxious, 
young cunt. 

Linda reached for the count's balls ravenously, squeezing them and loving 
with her fingers like they were huge, oversized pearls. She felt the 
pulsing, swelling pressure and knew that in a few seconds this wondrous, 
creamy heat would be hers in a spurting, gushing torrent of hot, heavy cum. 

"That's the way," the princess panted. "Yes, yes. Now you're fucking me. 
Fuck me with your big, hard prick. Hmmmm, yes, I love it. Ohhh, I love 
having your cock inside of me." 

Linda breathed gaspingly, grasping Alex's pumping hips with the insides of 
her thighs, their naked bodies grinding together hotly, soaked with 
perspiration and she could feel his firm, muscular chest crushing down 
against the sensitive, tender tips of her nipples as her legs spread 
incredibly, doubling back to give the count greater entry to the clinging, 
hot depths of her juicy cunt hole. 

Without more warning her orgasm exploded like the impact of a bullet, and 
the naked blonde princess screamed, shrieking as if her life was vanishing 
from her quivering body. But it wasn't in any kind of pain that she 
screamed, but in the delicious sensation of her own climax. She was out of 
her mind with erotic excitement. 

"Ahhh, yes, yes, I'm cumming! Ahhhh!" 

Bleating animalishly and tossing her beautiful blonde head wildly from side 
to side as her hair flailed about her on the pillow, she bucked and writhed 
under her strong, powerful lover as if she was a mare in heat. 

Her handsome male stud held it back until he could obtain the satisfaction 
of watching her cum, seeing the distorted grimace of pleasure surface on her 
beautiful face, as perspiration beaded her brow and dribbled into her 
tear-stained eyes. 

"Now beg for it," the count told her, "and I will give you a bellyful of my 
cum." 

"Yes, yes, I want it," the princess panted. "Fuck me, fuck me." 

With hard, deep strokes the count continued plunging his cock into her. Her 
cunt muscles grabbed his full, thrusting, stabbing cock tightly. 

"Yes, yes," she begged, "fill me up. I want it. 

His throbbing, long cock pressed against her with deep, hard strokes. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as he exploded in her pussy. 

She milked him with her cunt, then released her grip on his cock as she 
watched him slowly ease from her pussy. 

The count lay beside her, spent and satisfied. 

"You are more wonderful than I ever thought you could be," he told her. 

Secretly, silently, the princess had puzzled the count. He had thought he 
was marrying a virgin. 

"I ... I thought you were a virgin," he finally whispered, a teasing smile 
in his eyes. 

"I ... I went horseback riding," she tried to explain nervously. "You know 
what can happen. When a girl goes horseback riding and is jostled a certain 
way, it can happen." 

"You don't have to apologize to me, Princess Perfect," he said, kissing the 
tip of her nose. "You are wonderful just as you are. But I don't think a 
horse busted your cherry." 

The princess was consoled when the count placed his lips next to her ear and 
confided, "I wasn't a virgin either when I met you." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The very next morning when they awoke, Linda realized with a start that she 
was in her honeymoon suite in New York City. The count awakened a moment 
later. 

"Good morning," he smiled at her. "And how is my beautiful princess today?" 

Linda didn't want him to call her a princess. Even though she knew her 
mother and father wanted her to think of herself as Princess Linda Romalia, 
she wanted to think of herself as simply Linda. 

"Your lover is fine," she whispered, "but dispense with that princess talk." 

It pleased the count to see what a humble, beautiful, sweet soul he had 
married. 

"I'm going to love you," he told her. "I know that." 

Parting her legs, the princess told him, "Darling, you've got to play with 
my pussy." 

The count reached down with his right hand, letting his finger tips ease 
smoothly toward her mound. 

"Let your fingers slide nice and slow," she told him. "Let the passion 
build. Ohhh, do I ever want my pussy taken care of. Go ahead." 

The count was so hot, so manly and so virile that it excited and thrilled 
her as he reached down to play with her vagina. He began to step up his pace 
as he let his fingers work inside her hot hole. 

She quickly became accustomed to the movements, enjoying every stroke that 
he put forward inside her hot mound. 

"Ohhh, work faster," she begged him. "Ohhh, I love it. Do it like that. 
Drive your fingers quickly. Yes, yes, I really want it." 

With great desire and skill he kept probing inside her hot cuntal flesh. 

"You've got to go down on me," she told him. "I need your tongue. I need it 
so bad. Eat me." 

Linda wanted her lover to drive his tongue inside her mound. He was eager to 
respond to her request. He dropped his head down between her legs, letting 
his tongue slide inside her pussy. He went to work with his probing tongue, 
driving it deep within her. Then he reached out and played with her blonde 
buttocks. He enjoyed touching her firm, ripe ass cheeks, and thrilled to the 
manner in which her body responded to his every touch. 

The stunning blonde girl's legs kicked back and forth, causing the count to 
feel an even greater measure of excitement as he continued his relentless 
sucking. 

"Bury your tongue in my pussy," she panted. "Ohhh, Alex. You really know how 
to excite me. Keep your tongue sliding in me. Ohhh, you drive your tongue 
brilliantly. Yes, suck me, sweetheart, suck me." 

It gave her a sense of exhilaration to have him licking her crotch like 
this. He kept it going, stimulating her more and more every moment. A few 
hot strokes later he recognized just how close she was drawing to the 
ultimate moment of climax. 

"Keep your tongue inside of me," she begged. "Drive it hard. Ohhh, yes, I'm 
going to juice. Just keep your tongue sliding inside a little bit longer." 

The count was overjoyed at the fact that he was achieving so much on the 
princess's pussy in such a short period of time. It proved to him just how 
closely in tune he was with his beautiful young bride. 

"Faster, suck me faster," she exclaimed. 

Alex reached out and let his Fingers clutch more sharply than before against 
her buttocks. He kept up his burning tongue lashes, dazzling her with them, 
pushing her ever closer to climax. 

"Yes, yes," she panted as she ground her cunt in his face. 

He got so excited that he momentarily slipped his tongue from her pussy and 
licked all around her smooth, white ass crevice. Linda had never known 
anything half as exciting. He then held her ass cheeks up in the air and 
tongue fucked her ass-hole. 

The young princess wriggled underneath the stabbing tongue movements. 

"Ohhh," she groaned, "I love it. Just like that. Suck my ass-hole." 

He continued licking at her ass-hole while he fingered her pussy. She loved 
the way he pinched and caressed her love button while he ate her ass out. 
Wrapping her legs around his head, she ground her hot ass right in his face 
as he licked her. "Ohhh," Linda groaned, "suck, suck." She was building to a 
passionate crescendo. She wanted him to get back in her pussy so he could 
eat her. 

"Eat me," she begged frantically. "Suck my pussy." Flipping his tongue from 
her rectum to her vagina, he continued his fervent stabs until her cunt 
juices shot into his hungry mouth. Conscientiously he gobbled up every drop 
of her pussy juice. At that point he released his tongue from her mound. The 
princess looked longingly, lovingly at him. 

"I never enjoyed anything quite so much," she told him. 

With a determined look filling his face, he wanted to prove his point. 

"One good lick deserves another," he told her as he began straddling her. 

All at once she felt his thighs closing in on her lace. She looked up and 
his buttocks were resting right on her mouth. 

"Get ready to lick," he told her. "Lick my ass good." 

Placing her tongue between his ass crack, she began licking in earnest. 

"Higher," he told her. "Higher into my ass-hole." 

He gripped his penis and pumped on it as she began licking at his ass crack. 
It gave him a double thrill to jack off while she was eating his behind. 
Maneuvering his hand expertly, he jacked off brilliantly, and at the same 
time she went on licking his behind. 

"Ohhh, yes, darling, yes. Drive your tongue up my ass-hole. Suck fast. Go 
even quicker. Drive your tongue up there. Ohhh, your tongue movements are so 
brisk, so rapid. Keep it going." 

While the princess continued her stimulating tongue sensation inside her 
lover's ass-hole, she increased her pace. Linda noticed his fingers moving 
up and down the full length of his cock as he rode her tongue. 

"Your tongue movements are too much," he exclaimed. "You are really driving 
your tongue, baby. Ohhh, keep your tongue flipping up my ass." 

At this point she had to catch her breath. She momentarily abandoned her 
ass-hole sucking and then he presented her with his penis. 

"Lick my balls first," he told her. 

Her tongue licked his sleek, bloated balls. 

"Open your mouth and suck on them," he told her. 

The count was so excited that he was tingling all over. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "now I'm going to feed you my prick." 

She opened her mouth and he inched his cock inside. Back and forth he slid 
his prick in her mouth, finally letting it dip down her throat. 

She reached for her lover's buttocks. Linda squeezed his ass cheeks while he 
fucked her face. She could feel his ass muscles flexing as he rammed his 
prick down her throat and pulled back. She continued sucking on his 
throbbing penis and then let her lingers clutch his balls. Linda clung to 
them tightly, pinching them, finding even greater desire for orgasmic 
release. 

"Suck my cock," he gasped. "Ohhh, baby, keep your tongue driving. That's 
what I like." 

It wasn't going to be much longer before he unloaded. His balls were on fire 
and the more she tickled and clutched at them, the more excited he became. 

"Now I'm going to do it," he told her. "Suck me. I'm gonna shoot you my 
load. I've got a lot of hot, white stuff for you." 

Linda sucked with greater conviction than ever, recognizing the urgency of 
his cry. All at once his cock exploded. 

"Eat it," he cried out. "Eat it." 

With an overpowering desire she went to work sucking the hot, white, thick 
load of cream that shot from the head of his cock. 

"Gobble it up," he told her. "Swallow it." 

Once she had swallowed his thick load of semen, he eased out. But he was 
still hard. 

"You sure gave me a good cock suck," he told her. 

Now Count Alex von Strahl was looking at his lovely young wife's pussy. "I 
want to fit it in from behind," he told the shapely princess. 

"That is not right," Linda objected. 

Tears came to her eyes as she realized what he was expecting. 

"Yes, it is," he insisted. "That's the way I get excited." 

She looked at his big cock. Linda could see that her naked body had 
triggered his total sensuality and he was ready again to follow his carnal 
lusts. 

"You want it," he told her. "Now what I want you to do is crawl across the 
floor to me on your knees. And then I want you to bend over with your ass in 
the air and let me fuck you." 

The beautiful young princess was startled that her lover would suggest 
anything so depraved and degrading. 

"I could never do that," she exclaimed nervously. 

Hastily she threw the sheets over her nakedness. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "a little champagne and you'll do anything." 

The count picked up the telephone and called for room service. Champagne was 
brought to the suite a few moments later. He slipped into his clothes so he 
could accept the champagne which was being served from a small cart. Pushing 
the cart into the bedroom he told her to drink some. Once she had enough 
champagne, she was willing to comply with his bizarre request. He commanded 
her again to crawl on her knees. 

Getting down on her knees, the beautiful young blonde princess crawled 
across the floor to him as he stood there naked. He told her to bend over 
with her ass in the air. At this point he got down on the floor behind 
her-and he began licking her buttocks. All at once he got his face down 
between her ass cheeks and licked her anus with a broad, wet warm tongue. He 
relished her puckered, tight ass-hole. The excitement made his hands tremble 
as they caressed her stomach. When his big, hot tongue stabbed high into her 
ass-hole she ground and wiggled about in wondrous delight. 

"Ohhh," she exclaimed, "that's wonderful." 

He tongue fucked her ass-hole until he reached around to stroke her bosoms 
and pinch her nipples. And then at that moment he paused. Spitting in his 
hand the count applied his own spit to his cock. He rubbed it all over his 
penis. 

"Relax," he told her as he placed his throbbing, long cock between her ass 
cheeks. 

Suddenly he shoved it into her puckered anus. Relaxing her sphincter muscle 
as best she could, the young princess shut her eyes. She was fearful as she 
felt his big prick sliding inside her. Her lover was going to fuck her in 
the ass-hole and she was frightened. 

"Now relax," Alex insisted. 

He began slowly inserting his prick. As she felt him burrowing deeper 
between her buttocks, she quivered and trembled. 

"You're going to hurt me," she complained. 

"Relax, damn it," he told her. 

His hands opened the cheeks of her ripe buttocks and the huge satiny head of 
his prick probed and pressed against her tight sphincter muscle. He was so 
big she didn't think she could take it all. Relaxing herself as best she 
could, Linda felt his prick driving deeper into her tight ass-hole. It hurt 
for a sudden moment and then there was no pain, only a mad, lewd desire to 
be screwed by him as his big shaft paved the way deeper into her body. It 
felt so good as he violently rammed his huge prick in and out of her, 
fucking her furiously. He was exciting. She forgot about the pain and 
thrilled to the pleasure. Linda had never had anything like this. 

"How does it feel?" he smiled as he went on plunging deeply into her 
sensitive anus. 

At the beginning the princess was so thoroughly thrilled with her first ass 
fucking, she was intoxicated and paralyzed by the feeling of that big thing 
inside of her. At first her anus was tight-but as the lubrication of his 
spit eased his heavy thrusts, she relaxed her tight sphincter muscle to 
looseness that afforded him the full use of her now-excited anal duct. She 
began to return his strokes and grinds and he fucked and screwed her 
insanely with a finely perfected rhythm. As the count would slowly pull back 
his throbbing cock, she would exercise her anal muscles so that her hot 
ass-hole was actually performing a quick, sharp sucking motion on his 
driving, stabbing penis. Each time her ass-hole sucked tautly on his huge, 
ramming shaft, he moaned with intense ecstasy, his mounting sensuousness 
making him plunge his massive rod far up into her. He would hold it there a 
moment, savoring the delicious feeling of his cock throbbing deep in her 
tight, fired-up ass-hole. Then he would withdraw it slowly and she would 
pull it back again. She had lost all track of time. Linda felt as though 
he'd been fucking her ass forever and she didn't want him to stop. It was a 
beautiful, turbulent sensation. They were both in a frenzy, too. Her 
ass-hole was squeezing and tightening on his driving penis, begging it to 
fill her with its hot, creamy semen. 

From his wild actions Linda could tell how much he enjoyed this kind of sex. 
The very thought of his hot, white sperm squirting in her ass-hole got her 
even more excited. 

"Fuck me," she begged as she began matching his every ramming, writhing 
stroke. 

He was groaning aloud and fucking her as fiercely as if he were a man 
demented. The lengthy and furious strokes of his pulsing prick had her so 
stimulated she was almost cumming herself. She could hardly take the 
overpowering vibrant convulsive fucking much longer. With one wild agonized 
moan, his cock jerked, his whole body heaved, and his balls spewed a flood 
of hot, white cum into her ass-hole. At each continuing stab of his 
electrifying cock, her body became more exhilarated. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded passionately as a spurting jet stream of cum 
shot up her tight anus. 

Now he was ramming it to her insanely. She bent over farther and glanced 
over her shoulder as he unloaded his cum in her ass. 

"Ohhh," he groaned, "fuck, fuck." 

When he finally pulled his prick out of her ass-hole he looked at her lovely 
body and saw the great beauty of near goddess-like breasts, the nipples 
pinkish hard and titillated into her huge passion. It was obvious to her 
that she had become so excited she was almost out of her mind with delight. 

At that point a phone call came that forced the count to leave his lovely 
young bride. 

"I have someone waiting for me in the lobby that followed me on another 
plane," he explained. "I will talk to them and then I will come back to 
you." 

The young princess got to her feet, threw her arms around her husband, and 
kissed him. He dressed and left her alone. As Linda lay there in their room 
she couldn't take her mind off what had happened. When someone knocked on 
the door and she didn't understand that it was the bus boy coming to take 
away the cart with the champagne, she got to her feet and answered. The 
moment he took a look at her naked body his eyes fell to her loins. He 
couldn't help but respond to her. Coming into the bedroom he looked at her. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," the princess said as she hastily covered her nakedness. 

"Don't be sorry," the bus boy smiled. 

For an instant he hoped that she had invited him to have sex with her. 

"Go," she told him. 

He stood there motionless, just looking at her. "But you must go!" she 
insisted, afraid to make a move. 

"Just let me look at you," he said as he hastily surveyed her voluptuous 
charms. 

His eyes focused on her beautiful bosoms and then he glanced at her crotch. 

"Please," he whispered eagerly, "please, let me lick you there." 

Before she could stop him, he was on his knees. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

He flung his hands around her bare ass cheeks and his tongue swept to her 
vagina. Soon she felt him licking along her pussy as his tongue snaked 
inside of her. The sensations that he was generating in her were so arousing 
and pleasing that she couldn't stop him. 

"Ohhh," she told him as she felt the raging genital heat in her loins, 
"ohhh, please." 

The delicious sensation of him licking at her pussy as he nibbled her clit 
was driving her out of her mind. The young, horny bellboy continued licking. 
He stared at the tufts of silky blonde pubic hair and the pink juicy vagina. 
He went on licking and sucking as he clutched her tightly. 

The thrills that he felt as she struggled in vain were not lost, for the 
young bellboy unzipped his fly. He showed her his huge cock and she looked 
at him lustfully. 

"Leave me alone," she begged. 

He pushed his tongue down between her legs once more and began sucking her 
moist fissure. He liked to let his tongue glide slowly, working its way 
against the dampness of her silky pubic curls. His twisting tongue moved 
with increasing speed against her vagina in a tantalizing manner. At this 
point her ass cheeks kept on flouncing against the bellboy's hands as he 
clutched her buttocks. She gasped louder than ever and he realized how he 
was stimulating her. He felt her twisting as his spearing, probing tongue 
continued driving in with swift precision as it made its way alternately 
against her searing clitoris, then against the wetness of her hot vagina. 

As her hips rocked and thrashed several more times, the beautiful princess 
let out one last gasp. 

"Ohhh, stop it!" she begged. "Stop it!" 

He kept on thrusting his sweeping tongue inside the warm, moist portals of 
her pussy. Her juices began to spurt from her overwrought vagina, spraying 
with scalding impact into his hot, eager mouth. He kept driving his tongue 
in and out of her vagina and the next things she knew he was oh top of her. 
Linda looked at his huge cock as he aimed it for her vagina. 

"I'm going to fuck you," he told her. 

She reached out and moved her fingers over the tip of his cock. It wasn't 
going to take him much longer before he rode it into her. 

"Start moving your fingers faster," he told her. 

The young girl moved her hand up and down the full length of his prick with 
rising urgency. 

"Come on," he told her, "I need some fast action." 

Now the young bellboy took off all of his clothes and looked at her. It 
frightened her that he was so horny. Then he walked over to the bed where 
she was lying and mounted her. Straddling her, he let his buttocks brush 
over her bosoms as he brought his thick cock to her mouth. He pumped his 
massive cock into her face. His hips gyrated wildly as he rammed it to her. 
Linda could feel the tufts of his pubic hair salaciously tickling her chin 
with each driving thrust as he urgently told her to suck harder. 

"Suck me," he begged. "Suck me." 

All at once he felt the white-hot steam begin deep in his balls and race 
with urgency the entire length of his wildly thrusting penis. He gasped and 
his lips bared back over his teeth as though being tortured. His madly 
driving cock seemed to burst open from the top at once, his entire body 
wrenching in an agony of pleasure. His pulsating cock exploded in gust after 
gust into her lewdly sucking mouth, bloating her cheeks outward with each 
bullet-like spurt of cum until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling 
hungrily at his thrusting groin. 

"Don't stop now," he panted. "Don't stop sucking." 

His hands reached out to grip her flowing blonde hair as he grabbed her head 
and frantically went on fucking her. 

Linda held his ass cheeks in her hand as he finished unloading. A low grunt 
rumbled from his throat as she sucked around the jerking length of his 
still-thrusting cock, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she swallowed him. His 
cock rammed all the way down her throat as he continued to shoot his white 
hot sperm load in subsiding bursts. 

Finally satisfied, he slipped his deflated, limp cock from her mouth. She 
licked the last oozings of cum from its head. He got off the bed and smiled 
at her. 

As Linda returned to reality, the princess realized what she'd done. 

"You'd better go," she warned him as she pulled the sheet over her naked 
body. 

The bellboy hastily dressed. Then he pushed the cart containing the chapagne 
out of the suite as swiftly as he could. 

Lying there alone once more, Linda was thinking. She thought about the 
palace. She thought about her mother. Having defied what she knew would be 
her parents' wishes concerning her marriage, she suddenly felt sad. 

When the count did return he looked at her. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. 

Shaking her head, she told him, "Nothing." But he was certain something was 
bothering her. She was breathing nervously and gazing out at Central Park as 
he came over and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. He placed his lips 
on hers and kissed her passionately. 

"I know you were worried about the royal wedding that your parents planned 
at the palace," he smiled. 

"Of course," she told him. "I know how I've hurt them." 

"But you have done what is best." 

His heart beat hard as he looked at her. The count knew that he wanted her 
again. 

"What are you thinking about?" she asked as she looked up into his eyes 
innocently. 

"I'm thinking about you," he said as he saw her glowing eyes, her brilliant 
lips and her body lying out naked before him. 

The pleasure that he felt in her nearness was increasing as he pulled back 
the sheet so he could examine her closely. 

"Why do you do that?" she asked nervously. 

"Because," he explained, "I love just looking at you." 

Her eyes caught the fire in his eyes, and then she felt him gently caressing 
her firm, young breasts, watching her face contort in rapturous abandonment. 
She was just like any other woman, he thought to himself. Yes, she was a 
princess-but she had to be fucked like any other female. 

Slowly he raised his head and forced it from the tight grip of her hands and 
knelt between her open thighs. He smiled when he saw her cringe. She closed 
her eyes tight and lifted her hands from the sides of his head, stripped 
naked and defenseless against his gaze. He stayed between her wide-open 
thighs, letting his eyes fall on the rapidly rising and falling orbs of her 
bosoms. Bending down, he levered himself until his mouth came to the erect 
little nipple of her left breast. He bit down harshly on it and she groaned, 
trying to twist away from the sudden torture. But his hands played over the 
warm nakedness of her thighs and hips and held her tight. His mouth began 
roaming wetly over the full-fleshed white mounds, kissing one nipple and 
then brushing his moistly eager lips over the hardening bud of the other 
bosom. 

"What a beautiful pair of bosoms," he smiled as he sucked on them again, 
sending twitches of blissful sensation that descended feather-like to her 
pubic mound below. 

Her ripely quivering buttocks began a soft grinding motion, setting up a 
lewdly stirring sound that excited him. She found it impossible to stop the 
lascivious tingling in her lust-moistened loins and as his hand came into 
nerve-shattering contact with her hotly throbbing cuntal lips as she groaned 
with desire. 

"Spread your legs wide," the count told her. 

With a mixture of fear and lewd desire, the naked young princess parted her 
thighs. The count's fingers slid into her wetly glistening vaginal slit 
until they rested at the hot, pulsing portal of her cunt. With his other 
hand he seized the shaft of his long, hard cock with his fingers and wiggled 
it lewdly against the ragged pink flanges, sending a ripple of erotically 
pure sensations surging through her loins. Then he ground slowly forward 
with his hips, guiding his massively thick penis forward until the great 
rubbery head nosed into her wetly pulsating cuntal lips. 

Linda turned her head from side to side. She could feel him using the hot, 
bulbous tip of his cock to part her searing cuntal flesh and she closed her 
eyes with a shudder of passionate delight as she felt its soft, stimulating 
contact driving into the sensitive opening of her pulsing, tight pussy. 
Holding her breath for what seemed like forever, lying still in utter 
subjugation before her lover, not even daring to breathe, she felt him 
driving in the tight elastic entrance of her cunt. He thrust. 

"Ohhh," she breathed in sexual ecstasy as he slipped through, driving in 
with deep, plunging stabs. 

He enjoyed watching her underneath him. With slow, relentless penetration he 
began fucking her vigorously. Hot waves of erotic pleasure radiated outward, 
rippling and stabbing into her belly. The count rode with his hands pressed 
on either side of her shoulders, levering his loins so that the great length 
of his massive cock drove deeper within her moistly throbbing cunt lips. 
Linda could feel him pausing with the head of his blood-engorged cock poised 
just inside her pulsating pussy passage and then he drove forward, his 
weight ramming her full, firm breasts tightly against his chest. He thrust 
his hips forward at the same time, driving into her pussy with lustful 
desire. There was no stopping the count now. His testicles smacked loudly 
into the defenseless, clenched cheeks of her upturned ass. Never before had 
she experienced anything like the invasion of his cock. It was beyond the 
limits of her comprehension. 

His hotly pulsating penis was filling her, expanding the wet, throbbing 
walls of her cunt past the bursting point. 

"Yes, yes," she panted as he pumped it to her. "Fuck me, fuck me." 

It seemed as if she could feel every ridge and pulsing vein of his impaling 
organ as it pressed tightly against the soft walls of her vagina, his penis 
as inflexible as a sword, slicing cruelly into her. For a moment or two they 
lay like this. Then suddenly the head of his cock flexed gently forward and 
Linda felt a throb and nudge deep inside her pussy. 

"Fuck," he told her. "Wrap your arms around me and fuck." 

Throwing her arms around him, Linda responded to his driving cock stabs. His 
hands tightened about her body and she grabbed him. Brutally he rammed it to 
her. 

"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me fast," the princess whimpered weakly, wanting him 
more than anything now. 

A smile formed on his face as he realized how much she enjoyed this act. She 
moaned, her resistance broken, her defenses gone. 

"I want you," she begged. "Fuck me." 

Grinning now, he drove into her with deep, hard stabs. He enjoyed the 
sensation of her cuntal sheath clasping at his sensuously stabbing, 
pistoning penis. 

"Yes," he told her as he worked his cock in her elastic tightness. 

He enjoyed looking at her ripely quivering breasts heaving up and down with 
each intake and exhale of air from her chest. The count surged into her, 
driving the entire length of his sperm-filled cock deep into her warmly 
clasping cunt. 

"Fuck me," he whispered excitedly. "Fuck me." 

He smiled in triumph as she began an animal-like mewling as he rammed it to 
her with intense, deep jabs. Closing her eyes she could grip his prick and 
enjoy every moment of it. At last she was a total woman. Seconds later he 
exploded in her pussy and she came with him. 

"I'm cumming," the count gasped. "Ohhh, fuck me. fuck me." 

The sensations of pleasure seemed to merge with the obscene, slicing sounds 
of their fucking. 

"Yes, yes," she panted as she gripped his buttocks, clutching them tightly 
as she felt the lewdly bouncing sacs of his balls. 

Linda fondled his sperm-laden testicles, playing her finger tips over the 
soft, fleshy folds as he finished giving her a wild screw. 

Suddenly she released her grip on his bare buttocks as he withdrew his slick 
cock from her pussy. 

"You're quite a woman," he smiled. 

The count went into the bathroom and showered. After that she took her 
shower. 

"I've got good news for you," he told her. 

"What is it?" the young princess asked, her eyes luminous with excitement. 

"Your parents are coming here to join us," he told her. "I've invited them. 
Your mother and father were quite upset. But we are going to have a party 
when we return. Our wedding feast." 

The princess's world was complete. She had worried about her parents. 
Hungrily she looked at her husband. 

"Come over here," she told him. 

Wrapping her arms around Alex, she kissed him passionately. 

"You have no idea how much you mean to me," she told him. 

He held her tightly and kissed her. After that she showered and dressed, 
too. 

When she went downstairs in her formal gown, the problems were many. People 
looked at them both as if they had come from another planet. 

"I think we ought to go shopping," she suggested. 

The chauffeur was waiting for them in the limousine. The count knew exactly 
where to go on Fifth Avenue to the finest women's clothiers. It didn't take 
the princess long to discover New York had some talented fashion designers 
and fantastic clothes. She had to control her urge to spend as she wasn't 
sure of what the count might think about her extravagant purchases. 

"You can buy anything you want," he whispered, his eyes aglow with delight 
to see how happy the shopping spree was making her. 

When she had Finished her tour, it was time to join the count on a trip to a 
men's store. When they both Finally returned to the hotel, laden with boxes 
of clothes, they both were informed by the desk clerk that there was a phone 
call for them. It was from the princess's mother. 

When she had gone to their honeymoon suite and phoned her mother in Valerno, 
Linda was delighted to discover that her mother was flying over the 
following day. 

"Mother," she told her, "I'm so happy. You have no idea how happy I am." 

After she hung up the phone Linda observed the count standing before her 
naked. He pulled the thick foreskin of his penis back and forth, then up and 
down. She saw the moist lubricant pop out of its head. As he came over to 
the edge of the bed she leaned down and let her red tongue extend from her 
parted lips as she flicked at the tiny hole of his cock tip. She felt the 
count's heated shaft stiffening in her hands. "Go. ahead," he smiled. 

Linda's mind reeled with excitement. No longer did she feel frightened about 
her sexual desires. 

"Take off your clothes," he told her. 

She undressed completely. In the meantime the count had stretched out on the 
bed on his back. She nakedly hunched down on all fours over the count and 
slowly lowered her head around his crotch until her wetly ovaled lips 
slipped over and around his lust-swollen cock head. 

"Hmmmmmmmm," she gasped as she began sucking, gradually taking in more and 
more of his heatedly throbbing cock into the soft wetness of her young, 
willing mouth. 

He became more excited as he watched her performing the act for him. Her 
warmly moist mouth went down all the way as her lips tightened like an 
elastic band around the thick hardness of his prick. She had trapped his 
cock completely inside the soft cavern of her mouth and was sucking. 

"Suck me," he told her. "Suck me good." 

The princess's tightly compressed lips ovaled in a lewd manner around the 
count's wetly glistening shaft as he fucked in and out of her lust-contorted 
face. She was really going at it now. 

"Suck," he whispered passionately. "Suck." 

The beautiful blonde girl twirled the softness of her tongue maddeningly 
around the sensitive cock head. Alex could feel Linda's lips clasping hotly, 
pulling lewdly on the ridges of skin as she slowly withdrew. All at once she 
sucked in, bobbing her head down when she brought the hard shaft of his hot 
flesh into her greedy mouth once more. He raised his buttocks, plunging his 
massively thick penis along the entire quivering length of her tongue, 
observing her cheeks bloat with the thickness of his warmly throbbing flesh 
as it made its way down the back of her gurgling throat. 

At the undersides of her lips, she could feel the blood pulsating to the 
sensitive area just below the head of his prick and she began to suck on it 
harder, swirling her tongue teasingly in small circles around the tip and 
then digging her teeth gently into the spongy flesh. The count's long, hard 
shaft seemed to lift up of its own accord, the tip of its lust-expanded head 
touching the roof of her mouth. His naked, quivering buttocks rose as his 
cock seemed to pulse and subside with each flutter of her tongue beneath the 
tiny opening of the glans at the end. Shifting her position she began 
sucking hungrily. She knelt on all fours between his legs. 

Linda slid her hands beneath the cheeks of his ass, cupping them in her 
palms in order to draw his hotly throbbing loins closer to her face. She 
could feel the sperm-inflated sacs of his balls resting gently on the inside 
of her wrists as she kneaded his buttocks and the lewd sensation of his 
nakedly heated flesh pressed warmly against hers with the strong, thick 
hardness thrust almost the length of her throat as he fucked her face. 


THE END
