Royal Fake

I’d rarely offered women that much of me. I had a friend in high school, Leann Ivory, she was my first crush. I was fifteen and she seventeen, so a scandalous older woman. I teased her relentlessly and she graciously played along. When it came to the summer before I was going to New York, I finally got her to agree to sleep with me. She was already attending the local university and I was about to go off for at least four years. By that time, she’d started to have genuine feelings for me, and I was crazy about her.

She sweetly broke my virginity and I was devoted to her until it was time for me to leave for college. It was then, the night before I was to move to New York, that she told me she was engaged to be married. She broke my heart. I needed to know why she didn’t want to wait for me, and she said that she didn’t want to be a part of the royal family. She’d met a nice boy the previous year and he was wealthy and devoted and had only just asked her to marry him. She accepted his proposal and then came to my bedroom and laid with me. I called her out for cheating on her fiancé and she brushed it off, saying she was cheating with me, I was an exception he’d have to accept.

Apparently, he didn’t accept it too well and broke off the engagement when she told him. Bravo, for taking that step though. I was so excited; she could be mine again. I even surprised her by flying out the weekend she called me blabbering in tears. I showed up at her door with flowers in my hand and condoms in my pocket and she turned me away. She wouldn’t even let me inside. She told me she didn’t love me and never had and there was no use leading me on. She was already smitten with another man and that truly was the reason the engagement ended, but we could be friends if she’d accept my friendship. She was married two years later to the man she is still married to and has four children with.

After Leann, I just had as many women as would take me. Over the years I’d become more selective, but my bed was rarely empty during college. I was more discrete after leaving university and hadn’t slept with anyone for over a month when I met Avery. I wasn’t sure if I could be anything more than a playboy, but I’d gone for bouts of time without women, my mandatory military duty for one and another time when I had strep throat given to me by one of my paramours and had sworn off women for a while.

Finally, a smile lit Avery’s face. “I’m being paranoid I’m sorry, this morning really freaked me out.” At that moment there was a knock at the door and Avery almost jumped out of her skin and playfully grimaced. “I may still be a little freaked out.”

“Understandable.” I grabbed a towel from the rack and fit it over my hips and still very erect cock. “I’m sure that’s our breakfast… or lunch, rather.”

I walked to the door and sure enough, it was room service with our food. I doubted the Four Seasons had a full Irish breakfast, but much to my surprise they came damn close. There were eggs, baked beans, soda bread, sausages, roasted tomatoes, orange juice, and tea. A fine effort I would say. “This looks great, thank you,” I told the attendant.

“Would you like me to set it up for you?” he asked cautiously given my attire.

“No, thank you. Just leave it all on the cart.” With that, he bowed and closed the door. “Food’s here.” I smiled at Avery. “A full Irish breakfast; a hearty meal for whatever strenuous thing we plan to do today.” I winked. “Can I pour you a cup of tea?”

“I usually drink coffee, but sure, tea sounds nice.” She looked over the meal and smiled. “Everything looks normal.”

“Yep, nothing has blood or guts in it. We should probably eat the sausages before they get cold, though.” I mentioned trying to ignore my uncomfortable erection. Usually, I’d go pee and the thing would deflate, so I figured that would be my next course of action.

“Looks amazing,” her sultry eyes weren’t looking at the food, but rather at me and my aroused condition.

“I’m just going to nod off to the loo first.” I made a brief escape to the toilet, which did nothing for my condition. I came back to Avery as horny and aroused as I had left her.

“Hmmm seems you have a bit of situation there, Your Highness,” she teased with a stare that would melt the pants of a priest.