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The following day
Cheri was informed that a wealthy Prince had also been impressed by her
performance, though he had chosen not to bid for her.
 
Her
face turned a
shade of red from embarrassment and she waited for the Master to continue.
 
“His Highness wishes to see you.
 
He is visiting this Saturday.
 
You will spend time with him?”

It was a question, but Cheri knew that in reality it was a
command.
 
“Yes, sir.
 
At you service, sir.”

“His Highness will be here in the early evening and will be
staying the night.
 
I will summon you and
Jav when you are required.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Keep this conversation confidential, will you?”
 
Again, it was not a question.

“I will, Sir,” Cheri replied.

When
Saturday arrived, it was without pronouncement or fanfare.
 
An ordinary day but no ordinary meeting was
scheduled for Cheri and his Royal Highness.
 
He had requested her company, an ordinary woman, and it was exciting and
frightening at the same time.
 
Cheri was
dressed in an ornate gown of the finest fabric
on the evening of the Prince’s visit.
 
When the summons came to go to the oasis garden, the setting sun was a
fiery shade of opal against the emerging darkness over the dunes like
glimmering jewels on the tranquil desert-scape.
 
A group of musicians was already playing symphonic melodies welcoming
guests and the host to a night of jubilation.
 
Cheri had not expected anything like this, but the celebration had
begun.

Seated in his place of
honor,
The Prince smiled when he saw
Cheri
.
 
As the men and their
entourage conversed in indiscernible Arabic, she was led to a seat next to his
Royal Highness.
 
She sat demurely,
waiting to be told what to do.
 
She
noticed that Jav
stood only a
short distance away, watching, as if he expected something bad to happen to
her, but nothing did.
 
As dinner
progressed with an abundance of liquor and wine consumption, the party’s
conversation transformed from sensual nuances to sexual ribaldry.
 
Though Cheri did not understand the topic of
their conversations, their body language spoke a million syllables.
 
After dinner the men sat around the campfire
for liqueur, desserts, and an evening of entertainment.

The Prince made no
secret that he was taking Cheri to his private quarters that night.
 
Leaving the inebriated men, he stood and
escorted his trophy from the garden.

When they arrived at the
Prince’s private suite, Cheri was surprised to see Jav outside the door.
 
“What are you…
”

She was cut off by Jav
who addressed the Prince.
 
“
Your
Highness, if you need anything…”

That was all that the
Prince heard as he closed the door.
 
“Cheri, it is
a pleasure to have you visit
my
kingdom.
 
Now, come with me.”
 
He led her to his bed, wasting no time
undressing her while she stood completely still.
 
When she was naked, he looked at her as if he
were admiring a sculpture.
 
He smoothed
his hands along her body, outlining her curves and taking her firm breasts in
his hands, pressing her nipples between his fingers.
 
Then he stood away from her and undressed
slowly as if he were unveiling a prize.
 
Cheri’s eyes were focused at the man’s waist and the thick mass hanging
between his legs.
 
“Sit upon the bed,
Cheri,” he said.
 
Cheri slid one butt
cheek onto the bed followed by the other one, and she watched as the mass began
to grow hard.
 
Within seconds he was on
top of her, spreading her legs apart, and sliding the head of his cock between
her lips.
 
Cheri watched his eyes but the
Prince was focused on his cock, watching as it was swallowed by the pussy capable
of taking it all.
 
Cheri gasped at the
fullness of the Prince’s cock, but moans of ecstasy followed as she moved with
him, taking the engorgement deep inside of her.
 
This was the kind of man she needed.
 
He was regal and wealthy and extremely well endowed.
 
She would have this man, one way or another.

The following morning Cheri awoke in the bed she shared with Jav who was
sleeping soundly beside her, but the night with the Prince would never be
forgotten.

A good friend of the Master, Count Marco’s
masquerade ball was scheduled for one week from that night in
Venice
.
 
The morning before Jav and Cheri boarded the
jet for
Venice
their
Carnevale
outfits were
pressed and hung in white garment bags, and personally delivered to them.
 
Jav and Cheri were then taken in a golden
Rolls Royce to
Abu Dhabi
airport.
 
When they arrived in
Venice
, the playboy count
was ready to play.
 
Jav and Marco had
known each other for years, though how they knew each other Cheri was
unaware.
 
Marco was wild and free, and he
wasted no time initiating a game of strip poker.
 
As the losers discarded pieces of clothing,
the gathering began a rapid transformation from suggestive sensuality to active
sexual magnetism.
 
A few games later, Jav
and Cheri were down to their underwear.
 
T
he Count began massaging
Cheri’s
shoulders, stimulating her excitement.
 
The sexual instigator had moved to kiss her
neck as he began to help himself to her parting lips, stirring her to spread
her legs wide for this sexy aggressor.
 
As he continued, Cheri glanced sideways to observe what Jav was doing,
all the while pretending that nothing unusual was happening.

Through the corner of
her eyes she witnessed a man kissing Jav.
 
He was naked and his lips proceeded downward to Jav’s erection,
engulfing it, and the look of ecstasy on Jav’s face was one that Cheri had not
seen even with her.

Marco quickly stole
Cheri’s attention back his way as he prepared her for intercourse.
 
He laid her down and pressed his lips to her
taut nipples, opening his mouth and pulling each one between his lips and into
the warm wet enclave.
 
He gripped her
slender waist and slowly eased his hard cock into her depths.

Cheri’s hands were all
over this amazing lover but out of the corner of her eye she watched the erotic
coupling of Jav and his male lover.
 
Sensual tongues like polished blades pried open voluptuous lips, and
hungry mouths suckled bulbous lengths, savoring dripping emissions before
proceeding to lap on globes of quivering balls.
 
The room was electrified with the sounds and motions of sex.
 
Cheri concentrated on the amazing lover
lording over her, until they erupted in thunderous releases, having had their
fill of orgasmic ecstasies.
 
She spent
the night with the Count who fell asleep immediately.
 
Cheri only pretended to sleep as she secretly
watched Jav with his male lover until the two of them, spent, left the room
together.

In the morning the Count was gone and there was a
note on the bed beside Cheri.
 
He wanted
to take photographs of her down by the pond.
 
She snuck back to the room she shared with Jav to find him alone and
sound asleep.
 
She very quietly turned
and left the room and
walked toward a secluded
pond where
Mario
was waiting for
her.
 
He suggested rather excitedly,
“Strip, so I can take some photographs to remember you.”
 
Cheri knew how easily these kinds of things
started out innocently enough but found their way onto the Internet sooner or
later, but she could not resist the sweet eyes of Marco.
 
She did as he commanded as he began snapping
away.
 
Passionate shots were captured in
which Cheri felt free in her own sexuality.
 
It was fun, but she knew she couldn’t stay long.
 
Though Marco begged her to stay, she returned
to Jav who was still sleeping soundly, but she knew she had not seen the last
of the sexy Italian.

It was later that day
that they met again.
 
Jav had gone out
and Cheri was looking through the array of clothes that had been laid out
especially for her service.
 
Marco
entered the suite and without warning he French kissed her.
 
Stunned by his action, she didn’t know how to
react, but she knew she wanted to surrender to the Italian’s passion.
 
She was surprised but stimulated by his
actions.
 
The unannounced act toppled her
into a cascading tailspin.
 
Her heart was
thumping wildly as she did her best to remain composed.
 
The Count’s probing tongue parted her lips,
and her head spun in a nauseated flurry from the intense affection.
 
As suddenly as he had come onto her, Marco
pulled away and left her with a kiss blown in her direction.
 
“I will see you later,
mon
Cheri.”
 
He left her spellbound and
speechless, and wanting more.

Count Marco returned to
take Cheri and Jav to his masquerade party.
 
They boarded speedboats that jetted them toward the
Excelsior Hotel
.
 
From the hotel pier, invited guests boarded
phantasy gondolas specially charted to deliver them to the count’s
Palazzo
.
 
Gondoliers dressed in black cloaks and white
beaked masks rowed the flamboyantly attired revelers toward their
destination.
 
The gondola that Cheri and
Jav had boarded took them slowly toward the dock of Count Mario’s ancestral
home.
 
Sparing no expense, the count had
made this the party of the century.
 
Numerous black cloaked white masked security guards were stationed by
the pier to assist guests from their boats and lead them toward the decorative
floral entrance.
 
Rows of fairy lanterns
lit the large renaissance tents, creating an air of sophistication such that
Cheri had never seen.
 
She was in awe of
this monumental display the count had furbished on this night of
decadence.
 
Nothing had been left to
chance.
 
Every path on their opulent
journey was paved with details for the enjoyment of the count’s wealthy
socialites.
 
The man who considered
himself a classy playboy of the western world had outdone himself tonight.
 
No expenses were to be spared for this Italian
loverboy.
 
Cheri and Jav followed the two
costumed footmen up the steps as each guest was officially announced at the
ballroom entrance.
 
Elaborate wall
hangings of nudes exalted the sexuality that was soon to regale this majestic
palace.
 
Hardcore partiers would carouse
into the nights ahead until bodily exhaustion forced them to rest.
 
Without moving a muscle, Cheri sat captivated
as she watched the events unfold.
 
Never
had she imagined that anything like this existed.
 

At two in the morning
the night was still young.
 
After the
enticing erotic performance in the grand ballroom, Cheri and Jav proceeded
upstairs where masked guards greeted them at the top of the stairs, before
guiding them to an adjoining room to change out of their costumes, which were
carefully stored away.
 
Each room had
taken on its own identity and an air of romantic seduction permeated the erotic
confines while heterosexuals and bisexuals were in various stages of passionate
lovemaking.

Jav tried to encourage
Cheri out the door, but she wanted to watch.
 
The man stood at an impressive height, his raging member swaying above a
bouncing female before her lips wrapped around his huge manhood.
 
Holding her head firmly, the man fed his
deliciousness into her willing orifice.
 
Cheri thought it was hot and she was becoming aroused more and more as
the night went on.

As she and Jav
explored the last and final room, it was without a doubt that their host held
court in the center.
 
Wearing a
Zeus
mask, he stood naked while
blindfolded angels took turns worshipping his bulbous life force.
 
Its protrusion pointed skywards, an offering
to those who cared to worship its length from every conceivable angle.
 
The playboy was in heaven as more and more
women offered him access to their willing orifices.
 
Jav could see in Cheri’s eyes that she wanted
to join the sexual adventures, if only for a little while, but he wanted her
for himself tonight.