That was some party we had in Spain. Thanks to Lump, but he's dead and broke anyway so I went with Tallulah to Dubai for a little shopping with what was left of Lump's money. After I finished maxing the credit cards Lump had, and bringing back to our hotel room loads of high end merchandise, Tallulah got a call that a party was being hosted by a Saudi Prince. Well, we just had to go.
The party was fabulous with plenty of champagne that me and Tallulah went through by the case. And lots of men. Wealthy men in fact, so wealthy that they seemed a bit bored with it all, so I thought I'd change that.
I found a stone seat in a palace garden where waters played from a fountain next to me. There in the warm night with a full moon I opened my legs to spread the petals of my divine pussy and release a scent men cannot resist.
Like bees to honey the men came walking by offering glasses of wine and cigarettes on holders of gold and ivory. I waited until I found the one I was looking for, the one that couldn't keep his eyes off the prize. Got ya sucker. It's so easy sometimes, the enticement, and I really enjoy a bit of fight in them but most just obey the pussy. Then again, once in a while you get a fighter, oh that's fun, a bit of cat and mouse.
He was a man wearing all the traditional garb of Saudi royalty and came up to me to say,"I see you're quite attractive. My name is Muhammad."
He did a sort of bow, I liked that, shows respect. "Well Muhammad, mine is Penelope. Nice party."
"I'm glad you like it. Would you like to take a walk in the garden?"
"Sure," with that I took his offered hand and stood before I walked with him to a secluded area. I did notice men is suits ushering the other suitors back to the ballroom.
He grabbed my arms suddenly and began to force himself on me. I pushed him away and raised my hand. "Wait a sec Muhammad, you're getting a little pushy aren't you."
"I know women like you enjoy that sort of thing. I'm I right?"
"No, you're not right. I like to have a little fun first. Let's play a game, a kind of hide and seek game. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"I'm not into games, but I will play."
"I think you'll like it. Now sit here and I'm going to walk over to that fountain to sit. I want you to watch me. Okay?"
"Sure, sure. If it makes you happy."
"Oh, it will make me happy alright." With that I pressed down on his shoulders until he sat. Then walked to the fountain where the moonlight fell on the waters. There I spread my thighs, and gave him a good gander of the wares, I could see an effect on him taking place. That's when I went a step further and spread the lips of my cunt open so that the air would carry the heady aroma of pussy juice to him.
As he stared, becoming more mesmerized by the second, it was clear I had good control of him. "Would you like to come over and have a taste of my delights?"
"Yes, my love," he said with drool that dripped from his bearded mouth.
I watched him walk over with his eyes fixated on the beaver until he was next to me. That's when I spread my legs further, and the prince dropped to his knees and began to feast. I gave him all he wanted, besides the beard felt kind of good.
After I checked my makeup and messages I had enough of the beard. "Hey there prince, Don't you think you should come up for air?"
He was locked in, I had given him too much pussy juice and now I had to get a little forceful. With a snap my thighs shut like a canal lock, which pulled on his beard. "Hey," he said pulling his head away and leaving a good chunk of beard clutched in my legs.
He was rubbing his chin where the hair pulled out. "Look, when I tell you to stop. You stop."
"I'm going to put you in my harem, my love and feast all I want. "Guards!"
These thugs came from nowhere and grabbed me. "Take her to the palace and place her under the head eunuch. I want her washed and ready when I come.
Before I knew what the hell was happening these goons grabbed me, tossed me in a limo and off I went to his palace. Inside it was quite nice, except this goofy guy with a high pitched voice and penchant for makeup was measuring and touching me until I was about to turn on him something wicked. Just then he asked me to pick out what silks I'd like for my wardrobe. They were top quality too and now I had a whole new wardrobe. But it didn't quite sink in until I was introduced to the other gals. His harem. All of them raving lesbians. That's just great, a party with a bunch of bitches and a ball-less dude in drag. Still, the new clothes, and I love the style, were made to party.
"Look girls, I really need a drink, where the fuck do you keep the booze?"
A surly looking bitch with long fingernails came over and touched my lips. "We do not drink alcohol. We are Muslim and so will you be very soon."
"Like hell I will. I'm a full blooded American witch you fucking sand crab. And I'm staying that way."
"You can't resist. The guards will soon be here. They will take you to the Imam, and if you do not accept Islam, you're pretty head will come off."
I sat down and allowed a tear to fall from my eye. When I had her attention I raised my robe to wipe the tear and exposed my witchy pussy. She couldn't keep her eyes off. So, I asked her to hold me until the guards came. She went for my breasts, breathing in their scent and my hands pressed firmly but gently on her head until she could feel the warm breath of my cunt. It didn't take long for that carpet muncher to start munching. Soon the other girls came around with pushing and shoving to get a lick or two of the best pussy they'd would ever get their tongue on.
It wasn't long when these desert foxes were filled with witch juice and were soon lapping each other for the lack of getting at me. That's when the guards came in. They had to fight their way to get to me but when one of the guards pried the last of the princes wives off and saw the prize of Sheba, he dove for it and I let him have all he could take before another guard pulled him off to take his place.
Soon they were all drunk as hell on my nectar and that's when I decided to get the hell out of Sinbad. Now under the power of the pussy I made a curse and turned them to toads. All of them and watched them hop about and into the lily-pad pool looking for flies, and there were plenty of them, these people don't wash real well.
My clit was licked sore, which really put me in a bad mood. That's when this bearded asshole came in with his damn holy book spouting Alla this and Alla that. I had enough of these desert rats, and when he shoved that fucking book in my face, screaming at me. I grabbed that book out of his hand, smacked him on the back of his head to make him bend over, then grabbed the hem of his robe and threw it over his head. With a good smack on his ass, I shoved the book right up his butt until I couldn't see it. That got him hopping. Then the eunuch came in with the prince. That's when all hell broke out.
"What have you done to my wives and our Imam?"
"What? Oh, you mean that herd of lesbos you left me with? Well, they're fly fishing. And that bearded wacko? He's really anal retentive you know. I put that book of his where the sun don't shine. And what about you? You want some more honey from the honey pot? Well, fuck you."
The fat ball-ess wonder came flying over. "You cannot talk to the master that way."
"Oh no?" I said turning to the Eunuch, "Okay, I'll tone it down." Then I turned back to the prince. "Now dearest, I bet you'd like a piece of hair pie about now. Wouldn't you?"
"Oh, I would very much." I had moved my dress so he could see the beaver all wet and red from the tongue lashing.
"Well, don't you think you could put blubber boy someplace while you have a piece? Say out guarding the camels in the south forty."
The prince pranced up and down. He was so delighted, "Eunuch, walk the palace grounds till I tell you otherwise."
"Yes Master," and with that Blubber Boy left.
"Well, that takes care of that. Here ya go sweet cakes, get your American hair pie."
That beard dove in and forgot all about the croaking going on in the patio. There were fewer flies too. And as the prince ate to his heart content, I watched the contortions of the Imam trying to pull the Quran from his ass. He did eventually and at that very moment, as shit dripped from the soggy mess he held in his hand, he fell dead on the spot. Heart attack I imagine. But I had my own problems.
"Okay lover boy, I think you ate what ever was left. After the attack from your devoted wives, my pussy needs a half time." That's when I grabbed that dripping beard of his and yanked.
"Please, my beard is very important to me."
"It is huh. Come here sweetie, I'd like to play with it." He lifted his head so I could stroked his beard, which felt like strands of wire. "You know, with hair as thick as yours, you need a conditioner. You don't want to bruise your little pussy with course hair do you?'
"No--No, I'll get a conditioner right now."
"Let me. I happen to carry some where ever I go. When you have raven black hair like mine, you need to condition." I searched in my small bag kept near and dear to me at all times and found the potion I was looking for.
"Okay, now you sit between my legs and watch the clit." I didn't have to tell him that since it's what he's been staring at since I pulled him off.
I took some potion and poured it in his beard, murmuring a chant as I rubbed it in. "There now, take a look in the mirror and tell me if that doesn't look better."
He looked and was very happy with what he saw. "My beard has never looked so good." He exclaimed clapping like an eight year old.
"I'm so happy I could help."
What the prince saw was a very handsome prince, what everyone else saw looked like a hooker after the fleet came in. Red pouty lips with mascara eyes of a cheap drag queen. Blond hair, done in swirls and curls, and tits that stuck out like the hubcaps on a fifty-six Pontiac. With matching six inch pumps and red dress, he was simply too divine for sore eyes.
"Honey, how about getting us something to eat. Outside of me that is." I know how these minds work.
"Yes, my love. I'll call for service." He walked over to a cord at the wall and pulled.
Soon, servants came in to see me fanning my clit and him dressed in high drag screaming at them for some French croissants, cheese and fruit. I asked for a pork cutlet medium rare and two bottles of champagne to wash it down with.
It wasn't long before I was on a plane out of there with Tallulah. The royal family didn't want scandal but they did want to buy the videos from my cell phone for a very nice price. And the Prince, what a shame, he could never understand why everyone was treating him the way they were, and he didn't take to the locked and padded cell for very long before he passed away. Oh well. Boo-Ho.
After that I thought I'd take a break. Stay a widow for a while, especially since I didn't sell all the videos.
