My Princess

MY PRINCESS

The 'incident' still shakes me up a little when I think about it and what it all means, but I have to admit, most times it just makes me... hard.

Let me start from the beginning.

My name is Marcus. I was born and raised in the Bronx, NY. I'm 28, single and black.

About 2 years ago I finished my Masters in Engineering and landed my first job with a firm based in Dubai. I work in the R&D department of their Stamford, CT office.

The founder and CEO is a former engineering professor from Saudi Arabia. There were rumors that his backers are members of the Saudi Royal Family. The opportunity and the money were both a dream come true! But I should have remembered what my grandma once told me: 'Dreams usually come with a price!'

My first trip to the Dubai HQ was six months ago, which is also when 'the incident' occurred. I was there to represent my team's contribution to the final stage of the firm's latest major project. After the presentation and a successful launch, all were invited to a celebration banquet the next evening.

It was an elaborate, black-tie affair attended by representatives from all departments of the company, as well as members of the Royal Family. I purchased a tux for the occasion. I hadn't worn one since my high school prom.

"Great job, Marcus." my department head, David, said to me that evening. "You're being noticed."

"Thanks!"

"Stay close," he added. "There's someone very important here tonight who wants to meet you."

By 'very important', I assumed he meant one of the Dubai managers, or maybe the CEO, Dr. Taslim. Later that evening David led me to a private, well-guarded room on one of the upper floors. In the small suite were 3 very attractive women. By there manner and dress it became apparent that the two younger women were there to serve the older one.

"Marcus, I'd like to introduce you to Her Royal Highness, Princess Aaliyah." David announced bowing his head slightly towards her.

My mind went blank for a few seconds, not knowing what to do or say.

"Yo-your Highness..." I finally blurted out and awkwardly bowed at the waist. I felt out of breathe. "It's an honor... to meet you."

The two younger women giggled and the Princess smiled and extended her hand. I took it and gently held her hand as she continued to smile at me. I hesitantly leaned forward and touched my lips to her fingers.

"I'm the one who is honored, Mr. Craddock," she said. "I've been admiring the expertise and leadership you've displayed. Your contributions to the success of our most recent project have been very impressive."

Her accent indicated a British influence.

"Th-thank, your Highness." I stammered and almost bowed again, but David caught my eye and corrected me.

The two young women fought to suppress their giggles this time.

"Please forgive me," I apologized feeling my face redden. "I'm not familiar with the... protocols... for meeting royalty."

"No need, Mr. Craddock," the Princess laughed. "I'd much rather disregard the formalities anyway, if you don't mind."

I nodded and smiled in relief.

"Mr. Vogel," she said to David, essentially dismissing him. "I'd like to spend some time with our young Mr. Craddock this evening, and get to know him better."

David looked awkwardly at her then at me. He clearly wasn't expecting this. I gave him a slight shrug.

"Of course," he replied. "Do.. umm... enjoy your evening."

He made prolonged eye contact with me as he left, which only made me more nervous than I already was.

"Let's get more comfortable, and... talk." the Princess said.

She led the way into the next room, which was a spacious living room with a window view overlooking the city. She settled onto a large, leather couch and I sat on the smaller one opposite her.

The two younger women served us champagne and stood behind her. They were dressed the same in tan, linen robes and sandals. They both seemed to be no older than me. I also thought both of them were hot AF! My eyes followed wherever they moved.

The Princess noticed.

"Forgive my lack of manners," she smiled, "let me make introductions..."

"This is Sara..." she motioned to the small, olive-complexioned woman with long, dark hair on her left.

"And this is Ayaan..." this was the darker, more full-figured woman on her right. Her facial features and braided hair were Somali. She looked very much like one of my former classmates, who grew up in Mogadishu.

I nodded and smiled at both.

The Princess proceeded to ask a barrage of questions, mostly personal, about me. I was slightly 'off-put' at first by how much she already knew - grandma raised me, pops was in jail, mom had drug issues, I excelled in school, played soccer, basketball and ran cross country, earned a scholarship to MIT, finished top in my class. In hindsight, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that someone with her wealth and influence would have access to that information.

I politely and respectfully answered her all of her questions. She even shared a few small details about her life - never married, no children, British nannies and boarding schools, an interest in science and engineering, also finished top of her class and earned several engineering degrees from the top universities in Saudi Arabia.

By the second and third glasses of champagne we were making jokes, laughing and trading more intimate stories.

By the fourth (or fifth) glass, I started to 'check her out'.

The Princess was a tall, full-figured woman, with large breasts and thick thighs, about 5'10, and a size 12 or 14 (I used to work in retail). I guessed her to be 50-ish. She had an olive-complexion and dark features. Her jet-black, shoulder length hair was uncovered (no Hijab) and there were strands of grey at her temples. She was dressed in flowing robes of purple and very simple jewelry.

I have a bit of a 'foot fetish' and I kept peeking at her beautifully pedicured feet and toes exposed through the thin gold-leather sandals.

She also noticed me looking.

"What do you think, my dear?" she giggled. The champagne was affecting her too.

The Princess smiled slyly and slipped her feet from the sandals. She proceeded to tease me, seductively, pointing and spreading her toes.

"Very nice... very nice..." I stammered and shifted uncomfortably. I could feel myself becoming aroused.

Sara and Ayaan looked at each other and smiled.

"Fuck!" I inwardly screamed at my dick. "Not now!"

"Don't be embarrassed," the Princess said. "we all have our cravings and fetishes. I'll admit to having more than a few!"

Again Sara and Ayaan looked at each other and smiled.

"One of my biggest weakness," she said very seriously, "is young, attractive, intelligent men."

I almost choked. The Princess had a deliberate, sarcastic and scary way about her. Like a cat playing with the mouse she just caught.

"More champagne?" she offered.

Sara and Ayaan disappeared the moment she said it. Sara soon presented me with a full flute.

"So tell me, Mr. Craddock," the Princess asked after talking a sip. "other than 'sexy feet', what else are you into?"

Although I was still cautious, the champagne gave me 'liquor courage'.

"I'm open." I shrugged. "Yes, I find women's feet... very sensual... But I also find the rest of a woman... all women... sensual. Fingers, eyes, lips, breasts..."

The Princess smiled again, sat forward and thrust her chest forward. The scarf that had draped her shoulders was tossed aside revealing at least six-inches of deep cleavage and nipples that now protruded against the fabric.

My eyes locked on to her breasts longer than I should have. I went silent and drained the rest of my glass. My cock was at full attention and I was obviously 'uncomfortable'.

All three women were now smiling at me.

A few seconds later, things started to go... fuzzy. At first I thought that maybe I'd chugged the champagne too fast, but this was different. I started to stand, but couldn't - my legs wouldn't work.

"Uhm, ex'cuse me... but..." I started to say.

And that was it.

Darkness.

It was at this point that I could accurately say that 'the incident' began.

The next thing I remembered was a strong odor - musk, lavender and ammonia.

"Mr. Craddock?" the Princess's voice was faint and the lights were dim. "Can you hear me, love?"

I couldn't tell where she was, but she sounded far away.

I felt like I was pulling myself out of a long, thin hole. The sensation was similar to the one time after I'd had surgery and the anesthesia wore off. Unlike a normal wake-up, this felt...'thick'.

"Your... Highness?" I tried to say, but my mouth was dry.

A glass of water was pressed to my lips and I drank.

"What is this?" I tried to focus. I was both annoyed and anxious.

I watched Ayaan walk away with the glass. She was naked. I followed her wide, brown ass and I started to get hard again.

The attempt at focusing and arousal made me aware of other things. I was naked too, but I was wearing something around my waist that felt like a thin towel. My cock was pushing against it.

"Mr. Cra... Marcus?" the Princess started.

I righted myself as best as I could and looked around. It appeared to be the same room and I was still seated on the couch opposite the Princess. I was definitely naked except for the 'towel' around my waist.

"My apologies for the measures I've taken, but I've found them to be the most effective." the Princess explained calmly. She was sitting in the same spot, directly across from me. She also appeared to be naked and wearing a thin, white robe.

Standing at opposite ends of the couch were Sara and Ayaan. Both were completely naked. Their bodies looked 'oiled' and both were shaved at the crotch.

They were all were smiling at me like before. Like they were amused and waiting for the next amusing thing to happen.

"I have a proposal for you," the Princess continued. "One which you are fully free to decline. However, if you do I will have to release you from my company, and I would truly hate to lose such a talent as you, Marcus."

"Okay." I answered timidly, thinking 'an offer I can't refuse'.

She smiled and continued.

"I have made the same proposal to only a select few. I so greatly admire your drive, your intelligence, your ambition, and your...'other talents'." she looked at my crotch.

My semi-hard cock responded and began to twitch and rise against the towel, as if she had called 'him'. Sara and Ayaan giggled again.

"My proposal is this: you will receive a substantial raise in pay which will include a yearly bonus of $1million, unreported and tax-free, of course. You will also have the choice of taking part in or even leading the most important projects in the firm."

"All I ask is that I will have you, in any manner, anytime or place of my choosing. You will also openly and passionately take me and pleasure me until we are both completely satisfied."

"Did she just ask me to be a high-priced 'fuck boy'?" I asked myself.

There was a brief silence.

"And if I refuse?" I finally asked. My head was much clearer now.

"You will sign a rigidly, binding non-disclosure and non-compete agreement. You will receive the remainder of your contract salary and be released from my employment."

I laid it out in my head: more money, sex, my pick of projects, sex, EXTRA money, sex. Or kick rocks and collect unemployment when the salary money runs out.

I nodded my acceptance.

Sara and Ayaan came over and helped me to my feet as the Princess rose and walked over to me.

"I graciously accept your offer." I said and extended my hand. "But I probably would have been just as receptive... and accommodating... without the 'Ruthie'.

The Princess simply smiled and shrugged. Then she firmly took my face into her hands and gave me a long, wet, hungry kiss.

"A wise choice, Marcus." she smiled. "Just remember, during our encounters I am YOUR Princess. And you are one of MY subjects."

Although I wasn't fully certain what that meant, I nodded in agreement.

"Yes, MY Princess." I answered, with a slight bow of my head.

"Very good." she accepted. "Let's begin."

She returned to her seat and Sara and Ayaan took over. The towel was removed and they both placed a hand around my cock.

"So beautiful!" Ayaan said. Her accent was thick, husky and very sexy.

"And so strong!" Sara added. She stood on her toes and pulled my face down to hers and kissed me.

When she was done Ayaan did the same. Both women then dropped to their knees and took turns licking and sucking me. I had never been with more that one woman at a time. This was a scene right out of a porno.

They soon had me diamond-cutter hard.

"Bring him to me." the Princess instructed. She had been quietly watching her servants get me 'warmed up'.

They led me over to stand in front of her. She leaned forward, opened the robe and parted her legs. Her tits were very large and firm, the nipples were dark and erect.

She gently held my balls, like she was weighing them, and planted small, light kiss around the head of my cock.

"What do you think, Marcus?" she looked up at me with her lovely dark eyes. "Do you think you could grow to like the conditions of my proposal?"

"Yes!" I panted.

"Good." she smiled.

The Princess opened her mouth and in one smooth motion, sucked my entire cock in until I bottomed-out in her throat. She took a firm grip of my ass and thighs and pulled me to her as her head bobbed back and forth.

"Omifuggingawd!" I gasped.

"She is good on your cock." Ayaan whispered on my left. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me again, her tongue was amazing.

On my right, Sara played with and licked my nipple. It tickled and tingled and was making me crazy.

"Don't cum yet! Don't cum yet!" I repeated over and over in my head.

But the three women didn't make it easy.

"Do you give yourself to me, Marcus?" the Princess asked, staring up at me and stroking me firmly. "Can I have you any way that I choose to?"

"Yes." I moaned. My head was swimming and I probably would have agreed to anything.

"Come with me." she said standing and walking towards a doorway.

I followed. Sara and Ayaan took my hands and pulled me along.

"You will feel wonderful!" Sara assured me.

It only made me more nervous.

The Princess pushed open large, double-doors into a bedroom the size of my entire apartment. The bed was large enough to sleep at least 20 people.

Sara and Ayaan stopped me before I crossed the threshold. The Princess turned to face me.

"Are you still willing to give yourself to me, Marcus?" she smiled.

"Yes." I answered, but the longer this went on the less certain I became.

"Good." she smiled, and sat at the foot of the bed. "Do everything I tell you."

Sara and Ayaan raised my arms until my hands touched the top of the door jamb. I'm 5'11' and that door must have been more that 8' tall, because I had to completely extend my arms, and almost stand on my toes.

"Hold on to the frame," the Princess instructed. "and under no circumstances are you to let go until I tell you."

I did exactly as I was told and held tightly onto the frame above my head, now concerned about what the consequences for disobeying might be.

It only took a few seconds of standing there splayed, naked and vulnerable for me to realize what they had in mind. I was the 'toy' and they were gonna 'play' with me!

Sara and Ayaan stepped away and returned with small jars of scented oil and proceeded to cover me from neck to foot. When they were done they fondled, licked and sucked almost every inch of my body. They dragged their nails across my armpits, stomach and thighs. It was both pleasure and torture.

"Spread your legs wider." the Princess instructed.

When I did Sara knelt behind me and assaulted my asshole with her tongue and fingers. At the same time, Ayaan slowly stroked my cock and attacked my nipples with her fingers and mouth.

"Ohfuk!" I cried out and squirmed.

"That's it, my loves!" the Princess encouraged. "His body is yours to explore, tempt and tease."

My thoughts and senses were all over the place. I hated it as much as I enjoyed it. They didn't inflict any pain, but the whole time I was expecting them to. I could feel an enormous load building up in my balls. I was almost ready to blow. I was so close.

And then they abruptly stopped and left me there trembling all over. They said nothing, and just watched me.

"Please," I finally begged after a lack of 'torture'. "Don't stop!"

The Princess smiled.

"Well done, my loves!" she said congratulating her servants and taunting me. "Look at how he begs for release!"

"Yes, your Highness!" they both replied, proud of their work.

This turned me on as much as it annoyed me. My arms, fingers and shoulders ached, and my calves and feet were straining. That was probably the first time I realized I could enjoy being a sub.

"Please, your Highness..." I moaned.

I could tell by the looks in their eyes that the begging turned them on too. My cock throbbed like it was going to burst.

"Do you want release, Marcus?" the Princess asked as she stood and walked towards me.

"Yes, your Highness!"

"Weren't we dropping the formalities?" she smiled standing inches from me. "Please call me Aaliyah."

"Aaliyah... please." I replied.

"Oh yes!" she smiled. "I love how you moan my name!"

She pushed the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Ayaan immediately came over to retrieve it. Aaliyah stood just inches away from me, allowing her large, brown nipples to brush against my chest. She lightly touched and teased my cock with her fingertips.

"Omigod!" I gasped. My knees almost buckled.

"Do you want me, Marcus?" she whispered and lightly kissed me. "Do you want to fuck the Princess?"

She reached behind me and gave my ass-cheek a hard slap.

"Yes Aaliyah... Princess!" I growled in a voice that I didn't recognize. "I want to fuck you, so bad!"

She continued to tease and kiss me for several minutes.

"Then come and fuck me, Marcus." she finally said leading me over to the bed.

It was a major relief to finally put my arms down.

She sat at the edge and opened her thick thighs. I knelt between them and began licking her pussy. She had a perfumed, musky smell and tasted sweet.

"That's it, Marcus!" she moaned as she pinched and pulled at her large, brown nipples. "Eat my pussy!"

Sara and Ayaan stood nearby watching us and discretely touching themselves. I wanted to fuck them too!

My cock was so hard that it was numb. When I finally inserted myself into Aaliyah I barely felt it.

"Marcus, my love... yes, fuck me!" she gasped.

I raised her knees to that I could kiss her lovely feet and toes as I slowly stroked her. The longer I did it the stronger the sensations became. She was tight and warm and wet.

"Marcus!" she moaned and reached for me.

I fell into her arms and she held me tightly.

"Fuck me, Marcus!" she said, placing her hands on my ass-cheeks. "Fuck me harder!"

I did as the Princess ordered and stroked her harder and faster. I gave her my best 'athletic-porn-god' fuck. Our bodies were covered in sweat and my ass and thighs were tight. Regardless, I was determined to fuck her as long and hard as I could.

"Marcus..." she gasped and moaned something in Arabic.

The Princess' held my face and pulled me into a hard, wet kiss and her tongue attacked mines. Then she moaned and gasped into my mouth as her legs tightened around me and her hips thrust harder. The muscles in her pussy pulsed around my cock on each stroked.

Her orgasm seemed to go on and on.

"On Marcus, my love," she whispered when it subsided. "I am so happy I chose you."

She released me from her grip and I rose up to look down at her face. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and drool from one side of her mouth. Aaliyah smiled and wrapped one leg around me so that I did not pull out. I continued to stroke her slowly. Her pussy continued to pulse and her cream made each thrust even slicker.

"What do you think, my loves?" she said to her servants. "What do you think of MY Marcus?"

"He was amazing, your Highness!" Ayaan answered, still squeezing her thighs together.

"Yes, your Highness," Sara added. "Amazing!"

I smiled at them, but I'll admit I felt slightly embarrassed. I'd never fucked for an 'audience' before.

"Would you like to see for yourselves?" she asked them.

"Most definitely!" Ayaan replied immediately.

"If that is your wish, your Highness!" Sara added.

The Princess said nothing and only smiled at us for a long pause.

"Yes." she finally said. "I would like to watch my beloved, loyal subjects fuck each other now."

My cock twitched a few times as I pulled out. I was covered in the Princess' cream.

Sara and Ayaan drew me over to the center of the enormous bed. They lay between my legs and took turns licking and cleaning Aaliyah's cum from my cock. They smiled, giggled and savored it like they were receiving a special treat.

"Who wants to go first?" I said looking into their beautiful faces.

"Me first!" Ayaan said.

She straddled me and lowered herself onto my cock.

"Yes, Marcus!" she moaned as she immediately began riding me. Her eyes rolled back. I didn't understand the rest of what she moaned and screamed from that point.

"Yes, my love, ride him!" the Princess encouraged watching us from her corner of the bed.

"So beautiful." I moaned watching Ayaan's angelic face and her firm breasts bouncing.

"Yes, beautiful," Sara smiled and knelt next to us. "And strong."

She leaned down and kissed me. And then she turned to her companion and kissed her as well. They moaned words between them that I didn't understand. Sara then began teasing and sucking one of Ayaan's breasts. She smiled, moaned and rode me even harder. I could tell she was getting close.

A few minutes later she threw her head back and cried out at the top of her lunges. Her voice echoed around the large bedroom.

"Aaaaeyahhh!!" she screamed. I was certain that someone would hear, but neither the Princess nor Sara seemed concerned.

Ayaan collapsed against my chest and kissed me.

"Thank you, Marcus for fuck me... so good." she moaned.

She rolled off and lay next to me panting.

"My turn!" Sara smiled and took hold of my throbbing, sticky cock. "Do you need more time?"

"No," I smiled. "I'm ready!"

Since she was so small I had something in mind, something that I always wanted to try. I sat up on the edge of the bed and had her straddle me. She was a very tight fit as she lowered herself onto my cock.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" I asked once I had bottomed out inside her. It's not like I have a 'giant-porn-boy' cock, but Sara's pussy was very tight.

"No... please!" she panted. "I can take it - all of it!"

"Ok." I said placing my arms under her thighs and standing. I'd never fucked standing before.

"Give it to me hard!" she moaned and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I proceeded to do as she asked - I fucked her hard! I walked back and forth and pummeled her as hard as I could. Sara loved it and screamed and cried out even louder than Ayaan had (I think she intentionally wanted to show her friend that she could 'out-scream' her).

"I'm cumming!" she finally cried out. "Omigod! Marcus, I'm cumming!"

Her toes curled and she wrapped her legs tightly around my hips. I stopped thrusting and she raised slightly off of my cock. Her entire body went tense and her eyes rolled to the top of her head. She opened her mouth wide but no sound came out.

Her thighs trembled, and for a second, I thought she was peeing on me, until I realized that she was squirting. (Is there really a difference?) Then she went completely limp in my arms.

I laid her down on the bed and Ayaan appeared with a towel and began wiping us down.

"Good fuck, Marcus!" she smiled as she cleaned my cock and thighs. "You give Sara good fuck too!"

"Thank you." I smiled and gave her a kiss.

"Come to me, my love." the Princess said.

I rose and went to her side of the bed. She rolled over as I approached, then raised up on her hands and knees, showing me her butt.

"Take me, Marcus!" she said looking back over her shoulder. "Take your Princess like she is a common whore!"

"Okay, this could be interesting." I thought to myself. I paused as I admired her plump, curvy ass.

I knelt behind her and gave her a hard slap on her right ass-cheek. She winced but remained in position.

"Spread that ass for me, Princess." I told her.

She parted her legs and then spread her ass with both hands, pressing her face into a pillow. I ran my finger along her crack and teased her asshole. Then I lined my cock with her pussy and rammed myself in as far as I would go in one swift, hard push. She was still wet and tight.

"Omigot!" she gasped.

Before she could remove her hands, I took a firm grip of her wrists, pulled back and gave her several deliberate, hard thrusts.

"Is this what you want, my Princess?" I gave her an even hard one. "A good rough fuck?!"

"Yes." she moaned, looking back at me.

"Like you are a common whore?!" I thrust into her again.

"Uhnn... yes..!" she moaned again.

"So are you my Princess?" Another hard thrust. "And my whore?!"

"Yes, Marcus!"

"Say it!" I snapped at her. "You're my Princess and my whore!"

"Yes!" she moaned. "Marcus, my love... ungh... I am your Princess...-gasp-... and your whore!"

"Say it again, and don't stop!" I yelled as I fucked her.

"I am your Princess, and your whore! I am your Princess, and your whore!" Aaliyah said over and over again.

Her ass and tits bounced and shook as I fucked her. My back, ass and thighs ached and I was covered in sweat. I felt like I was running cross-country again. But just like then, I wasn't going to stop until I'd 'finished the race'. And I could feel myself getting close.

Sara and Ayaan moved closer to watch and encourage us.

"Yes, fuck our Princess!" Ayaan said.

"Fuck her like a whore!" Sara added.

My thighs slapped loudly against her ass. I was almost done, but Aaliyah came again, before I did.

"Princess...-ugnh-... and your whore!" her voice was raw and raspy now, and she sobbed. "Omigot! Marcus!"

She trembled all over and I felt fluids gushing from her pussy. Sara wasn't the only 'squirter'!

Minutes later I was finally ready to blow.

"I'm... I'm cumming... my Princess!" I panted and released her arms. I wanted to be ready to pull out.

"No!" she shouted, looking back over her shoulder. "Give it to me! All of it!"

It sounded more like an 'order' than 'desire', but I wasn't going to argue. I took a firm grip of her hips and blasted all the cum I had into her.

"Aaliyah!" I cried.

I felt light-headed when I was done and sank onto the mattress. When I was back to my senses, Sara and Ayaan were already there with towels and damp clothes cleaning the 'mess'.

Soon we were all laying around the spacious bed, 'enjoying the afterglow', sipping champagne and juice. Sara and Ayaan were allowed to join us this time.

"You are truly amazing." the Princess said. "All of you."

We smiled and nodded, proud to receive praise from our Princess.

"You are more than welcome to spend the night." she said to me.

I accepted and made myself comfortable on a corner of the enormous bed. I woke up in the middle of the night to find Sara and Ayaan curled up on either side of me.

And Sara and the Princess both snore.

The next morning after breakfast, Aaliyah gave me a small gift. It was a gold bracelet engraved with the Arabic symbol for 'love'.

"For my love, Marcus." she told me. "And a reminder of our agreement."

I showered, dressed, and made my 'walk of shame' back to my hotel. My flight home was the next morning.

As I boarded my flight I was surprised to find that I was upgraded to first class.

"Thank you, Princess." I smiled as I sipped expensive champagne.

I slept for a few hours. Then I woke and chose a movie to watch.

There was an attractive woman, Asian and probably in her mid-30s, fast asleep across the aisle from me. I vaguely recognized her from one of the presentations. I noticed that she was also wearing a gold bracelet, identical to mine, with the Arabic symbol for 'love'.

"Whoa." I thought.

I retraced everything that had occurred in the previous 24 hours. Some parts were a little 'scary', but I didn't really mind most of it.

Eventually I went back watching my movie.