#Prince Carlo

[thehouseofwindsor]

Prince Carlo, Duke of Castro Member of the House of Bourbon-Two Sicilies

[mydaddywiki]

Prince Carlo, Duke of Castro

Physique: Average Build Height: 6'

Prince Carlo of Bourbon-Two Sicilies, Duke of Castro (Born 24 February 1963) is one of the two claimants to the headship of the former House of Bourbon-Two Sicilies. Born at Saint-Raphaël, Var, France, as the only son of Prince Ferdinand, Duke of Castro, and his wife, Chantal de Chevron-Villette. Carlo succeeded to his father's claim as head of the House of the Two Sicilies in 2008 and the use of the title Duke of Castro. This claim is disputed by the Spanish branch of the House of the Two Sicilies.

A damn good looking man who looks like he would be a great fucker in bed. Every time I saw his pics… instant hard on. But I kept forgetting to look up his name until now.

Well, Prince Carlo is married to Camilla Crociani, together they have two children: Princess Maria Carolina, Duchess of Calabria, Duchess of Palermo and Princess Maria Chiara, Duchess of Noto, Duchess of Capri. Why wouldn’t a good looking man like him not be tied down to someone. And it looks like I’ll never get a shot at him alone as his wife is always on his arm.

Seriously, about 95% of the pics I found of him, she’s on his arm. But I don’t blame her though. I’d have him near me constantly too. I’ll just have to settle for a 3-way with the Prince & Princess of Bourbon-Two Sicilies. What? He’s French, so clearly its an option.

[justc2world]

We really weren't ready for Williams Carlos 😳

[alexturntable]

they're trying to out-slay each other and they're both winning

[nottivagos]

suddenly, i find it hard to ask away, but okay i am curious: maid!reader. is this a punishment for her by mafia!carlos just to show her off OR hear me out: CEO!carlos with a maid!reader who doubles as his personal assistant.

okay, but thoughts on maid!reader that you teased 👀

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notti's nightly thoughts (18+)

an: as i'm sure bunny can back me up on, this idea changed DRAMATICALLY. now, that's partially because of Hackett London's new campaign with carlos where we were both whoring out over the thought of prince!carlos x maid!reader (and the fact that my whole feed was maid porn at the time of discussion) but also the fact that i spontaneously wrote ceo!carlos without remembering that this ask existed. woops!

“y-your highness,” you whispered ever so sweetly, eyes blindfolded by the cloth of some expensive fabric wrapped around your eyes by carlos. “d-do you really think this is necessary?” you squeaked, cheeks slightly pink as blood pumped faster around your body with burning adrenaline.

“shhh, nena,” carlos cooed, his thick accent holding a sultry undertone as his hungry eyes gazed over your body, relishing in the way you squirmed whilst tied to his soon-to-be throne in the large throne room of the palace. “you trust me, don’t you?” he mumbled into your skin, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses onto your jaw as he bent down, trailing his lips down your bare body.

“o-of course, your highness,” you replied almost instantly, the response ingrained into your mind to serve him, whilst carlos’s hands found your sensitive breasts. his large hands engulfing the soft boobs with an underlying hunger, as his calloused thumbs grazed over your sore nipples, causing a pathetic whine to escape your lips. 

his kisses trailed lower, teeth grazing over your bare collarbone hungrily as he bit and sucked the flesh, the hot nips of your skin quickly followed by rushes of cold goosebumps left in his teeth’s wake. 

you shuddered as carlos’s hungry groans vibrated on your flesh, heat crawling up your spine from your now weeping cunt. its slight wetness tingling with desperation for carlos, as your legs were spread wide open tied to the armrests of the expensive throne by your resting ankles on either side, hole openly on display for the prince.

“so responsive for your prince,” carlos drawled, thumbs now rubbing your nipples into throbbing peaks, pinching them teasingly which caused you to moan out loud in response to the abrupt motion yet which felt ever so pleasurable upon impact to your senses currently on overdrive.

“your highness,” you groaned again, cunt weeping to be filled as it became even more slick, your body fighting the overwhelming fire growing in the bottom of your belly. “i want more. please,” you whined helplessly as your skin tingled, responding to the electric blood of lust surging through your veins. 

“you want more, do you?” carlos questioned, eyebrow raised as a cruel smirk formed on his face. “i don’t think it’s a maid’s role to command royalty,” he tutted with a shake of his head.

you moaned out loud as one of carlos’s hands came to slap your pussy in response to your begging. your cheeks burnt, breath becoming ragged as you mewled, biting your lip to suppress your hopeless moans.

carlos then cupped your jaw, fingertips digging into your cheekbones as he pulled your head upwards to look down at your covered face, hunger hidden and flashing in his darkened brown eyes.

“you look so beautiful on this throne right now,cariño,” carlos murmured with an accomplished smile. “maybe i should take you here, and keep you like this forever. maybe even make you my queen, no?”

“your highness—” you began to whisper breathlessly, carlos’s thumb now grazing on your bottom lip.

“carlos,” he quickly corrected. “call me carlos.”

you nodded instantly, conforming to his command, to which carlos thanked with another searing kiss on your lips, tongue dominant as it tangled with your own, saliva mixing as he broke free from your face.

with a satisfied hum, carlos began to kiss all over your bare skin again, a trail of burning kisses trailing from your jaw to your stomach as he got onto his knees, placed inside of your legs. his hands placed onto your thighs as he sat at eyes length with your crying cunt.

he kissed your opening ever so gently, inhaling your already present essence as he dipped his tongue ever so slowly into your wet heat, causing a small groan to escape your lips.

breath caught in your throat as carlos suckled at your pussy, licking and sucking every last drop from your pretty hole. he grazed his nose ever so purposefully over your throbbing clit, the intoxicating sensations causing you to moan ever so loudly.

“carlos,” you whimpered. “d-don’t stop.”

carlos groaned at your desperate whines, picking up his rhythm a little. with every lick, his nose rubbed perfectly against the swollen bundle of nerves, knots of pleasure tying tightly inside the pit in your stomach as they played on the brink of ecstasy.

your thighs trembled as your slick heat dripped onto the lavish leather of carlos’s throne. your juices smeared messily onto carlos’s face and tip of his nose as you chased your inevitable release.

with a sharp suck, you crumbled in an instant. crying out loudly, your whole body shuddered, walls fluttering as you rode out of your high with carlos’s face inside of your thighs.

your chest heaved, hot blood still surging uncontrollably around your body as your brain felt hazy from your release only moments ago. cheeks flushed a harsh crimson, carlos came up from inside your thighs, hands coming to remove the blindfold from your eyes.

blinking as you adjusted to the lights in the throne room, your dazed expression met carlos’s own smug look. he licked your lingering slick off his lips, smirking as he did so.

“you did so well for me, nena,” he praised with a loving purr, before his eyes darted to the mess you’d made on the regal red leather. 

he then tutted with disapproval, head shaking as his hairy arms caged you to the chair as your widened eyes glued onto his doe own. his hands then came to unclasp the ties from around your limbs, binding you to the lavish gold of the throne, the growing silence between you two now thick and palpable.

carlos’s large hand then came to wrap tightly around your wrist, yanking you out of the chair as you’d settled your legs finally back into a sitting position happily.

“carlos, what’re—” a yelp followed as carlos pressed your face, hand curled and tangled into your hair, against the sticky patch of your left mess on the chair.

“clean it,” he commanded coldly, placing a harsh whack on your bare ass. 

you whined again, tongue quickly pointing out of your mouth, licking the lone cum off of the chair, despite carlos’s relentless spanks on your ass. 

“you dirty girl,” carlos muttered, as you continued to clean up. “i thought maids were supposed to keep the chambers clean, hm?” he questioned with another whack to your bum, a red imprint of his hand now glowing on your skin. “definitely not whatever this is. making a mess of a royal’s throne? utterly unprofessional,” he spoke with disgust, turning his nose up at you cleaning your mess up with your tongue.

when you seemed to be finished, carlos then grabbed a fistful of your hair, turning it into a makeshift ponytail, yanking you upwards from your previous position, revealing the now cleaner seat.

carlos then let out another satisfied hum, turning your body to face him, your bare tits grazing against his crisp white shirt. 

“i-is that better for you, your highness?” you asked sweetly, eyelashes batting as the red imprints carlos had left on your ass still stung horridly.

carlos chuckled deeply in response, hands now coming to caress your hips. “much better, nena,” he responded, “you’re always so good and compliant for me,” he added, pressing another tender kiss against your lips with a smile.

[papayacinnabun]

prince!carlos x noblewoman!reader au

(part 2)

as the daughter of a lord, you had a duty to your family to enter into an advantageous marriage. you had always been beautiful, attracting many suitors over the years, but none who had caught your specific interest. what you didn’t know was that you had caught the eye of the very handsome, and very eligible, prince of the kingdom. 

prince!carlos who sees you across the room at a ball, enraptured by your striking beauty. he is drawn to you magnetically, abandoning his conversation with his father, the king, to pursue you across the room. he pushes through the lords and ladies on the dance floor, craning his neck to pinpoint you in your baby blue dress. he is finally able to approach you, bowing his head to you respectfully. he asks for a dance and you graciously accept, too shocked to do anything else. 

prince!carlos who writes you letters after that night at the ball, inquiring more about your interests. he delights in receiving your replies, penned with swirly script and light strokes of ink. he sent gifts to your family home based on what you wrote in your letters. dozens upon dozens of bouquets of lilacs which you explained were your favorite, boxes of books to expand your personal library which you spent hours upon hours in, and a stunningly beautiful woven basket since you mentioned picnicking was how you spent your sunday afternoons. it was refreshing to receive this type of attention, as most previous suitors were only concerned with your beauty and the connections of your family. no one had ever tried this hard to capture your affection. 

prince!carlos who arrives at your estate to ask your father’s permission to court you, even though he technically doesn’t need it. he wanted to make sure he was obeying by all the rules of polite society, even though his status as the prince omitted him from many of these formalities. he respected you and your family, and didn’t want to make you feel lesser than. your father heartily gave his consent, pleased at the prince’s chivalry as well as his own luck. carlos hurried out to where you waited in the garden, capturing you in his warm embrace as you held each other happily. 

prince!carlos who took you horseback riding on the palace grounds for some bonding time. you both shared a love for animals, especially your horses. you raced through the trees on your mare, not minding how the branches ripped holes in your dress or how the whipping wind mussed your hair, looking back ever so often to see carlos chasing you with a grin. 

prince!carlos who eagerly introduced you formally to his parents, the king and queen, after a few weeks of courting. they were delighted to meet you and agreed with him, in secret, you would make a wonderful princess and future queen to the realm. they welcomed you with open arms to the family, making you feel like you truly belonged. he took you around on a tour of the castle, introducing you to all the staff you would sure be seeing again soon if things kept going the way they were. he walked you through the halls with his hand on the small of your back to guide you, respectful but intentional. 

a/n - carlos gives such chivalrous prince vibes i love him. part 2 will be more nsfw, but rn i'm obsessed with writing cute stuff!

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[leclercskiesahead]

Oh this is so…

Just a father and son talking amidst the beautiful scenery in Maranello

[81pastrys]

The Mafia’s Princess

Part 1 / 16

Summary— She returns to an old business partner after he put her in her place; when the club she’s sent to has hot men lingering around, she stays a bit longer than expected.

Warnings— handsy and flirty Lando; Demanding Carlos/Charles for a second.

A/N�� This one gets dark later on fyi and spicy asf.

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“I want my money delivered this time, princess. Is that understood?” The normal-looking businessman said as I looked in the duffel bag of cash. I look at him and agree. I cross my arms and hold my ground as my bodyguards don’t bat an eye.

“Understood, what’s my cut this time?” I question. He has gotten me in trouble countless times, in which I’ve ended up in jail cells. My cut is usually large, but I haven't been given one since I’ve been caught quite a lot recently.

“Let’s start by finishing the task at hand, princess.” He sneers at me, flicking his cigar ashes into a custom tray. I roll my eyes and grab the bag of cash, heading out. We get to the back of his club, and I throw it in my backup car. My primary vehicle got impounded the last time I did his business. I roll my eyes at the thought.

“Try not to get caught this time, princess.” One of my burly security guards whispered after opening my door for me. I give him a sly smile.

“No promises.” He shuts the door, and I set off to the back roads of Monaco. The CarPlay was silent as I followed the directions. There was a straight down one of the last turns, and I couldn’t resist speeding up in my Porsche. I take the final turn, drifting to my destination and turning the car off. I don’t wait for my bodyguards to show, although I should.

I step out of the low car and grab the bag. I knock on the door and flirt my way in. It’s a newer destination he’s never sent me to. The party was insane on the inside, yet my attention was averted to the VIP section. I can usually get my way in and have little to no distractions, but something in the Monaco air lately has caused hot men to appear everywhere.

“Name?” The second bouncer of the night had asked me. I look at him with ‘fuck me’ eyes and state that they call me princess, and he lets me through. I see the hot men and keep focused on the door ahead I’m meant to make it to.

“Princess!” I heard exclaimed as the door opened. I turn to look behind me and then back at the businessman in front of me, confused. “I finally get to meet you.” His husky voice was soothing and distracting.

“Tell him I want my cut,” I say, gaining my confidence back, realizing my bodyguards still haven’t made it yet. I’m alone with a mafia member. These never end well. “How do you know who I am?”

“Well, he told me so much about how pretty you were, and I’ve noticed he doesn’t lie.” The man said, grabbing the bag from my feet. He stands up straight and is face to face-with me. “Such a pretty thing you are.” He whispered.

“What even is this place?” I ask as he walks to his minions and tells them to count. He sits next to some hookers off the streets. He sips his champagne and smiles at me.

“A club princess.” A hooker gave me a look of disgust as he spat out my street name. “Is it not where you usually deliver?” His face contorted into a mocking confusion. Adding a light scoff at the comment.

“I’ve delivered to clubs before, just not this one,” I admit. My arms cross again as his minions give him the green light that everything is there. My bodyguards enter the room, and his demeanor changes. “I want my cut,” I remarked before returning to the club's central area.

The VIP area had the best-looking men, and I decided I deserved a bit of fun for the night. My bodyguards agreed to stand to the side. I find my place and dance freely among the men. I felt hands on my hips and leaned into the man. “New face.” He grumbled in my ear. I turn around and meet his icy blue eyes.

“New to the area.” I flirt. He smiles at me, and I chuckle. His shirt was partially undone, showing his toned chest. He looked like money, not that I needed much after this job, but it wouldn’t kill me.

“Care for a drink, pretty girl?” He asked. I smile, and he leads me to the bar. He ordered a mixed drink, and I watched the bartender make it for me. “So, where are you from?” He asked.

“Depends on who’s asking, pretty boy.” I mock the nickname he gave me. I laugh and take a sip of the drink he bought me. He sips his drink, and we sit at a round booth with other men and a few girls. Like a puzzle, the girls looked like they belonged to who they were paired with. Some having a faint familiarity to them.

“Who’s this Lando?” One of the men teased their friend. His name sounded familiar. Was it from a movie or something? I may have heard wrong. His arm found comfort behind my shoulders as he answered.

“I found her on the dance floor.” He responded. They introduce themselves, and I do the same. I won’t reveal my last name for fear they know my father. “What brings you to Monaco, pretty girl?”

“Business, what about you?” I say seductively to the man, who now smiles at me. The other guys look over as if I’ve touched a sore spot on the man.

“Business as well.” He hid the honest answer. An idiot could see he was lying. Not to mention, his friends all smirked, and some let out chuckles. He smiled at them as if he had gotten away with the lie.

“Mmm, try again,” I say. He looks at me confused and then back to his friends, who urge him to try again as I demand. “Not a good start, pretty boy.” I tease.

“What?” He looked to his friends as they chuckled more that he got caught in a lie. “Well, we are on business, are we not?” He tried to defend. I pat his thigh and stand up.

“No, no, he’s right.” A tanned man said across from me. He introduced himself as Carlos earlier. His Spanish accent threw me for a loop as he continued. “Sit down, and we can tell you the truth.” I examine his face, and he’s serious. I don’t usually obey demands from men I’ve just met, but his tone made me sit back down. My body guards are one signal away.

“Formula One.” A native of the area spoke as he walked up. “Princess.” He smiled at me, and I sank into the seat next to Lando. I sip my drink and get up again. “Sit.” He demanded I sit back down without hesitation.

“You know each other?” Lando asked. Charles and I grew up together. He went for the easy way out of the business, but when business calls, and your son decided to drive a fast car; daddy picks the next best thing, his son's teenage girlfriend.

“Well, what’s my nickname?” Charles asked with a smile on his face. The guys snap their heads at me, and my cheeks heat up. “She used to be my princess.”

Not really an AU considering they still race buuuttt backstory for some is a bit AU.

[natailiatulls07]

Princess Royal

Carlos Sainz x Princess!Reader

British Royal Family x Princess!Reader

Summary - A glimpse into Carlos Sainz and King Charles’ and Princess Dianas youngest child, Princess Y/n

Warning - swearing?

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balmoral_castle

Princess Y/n in the royal gardens this morning, awaiting the arrival of the King and Queen and her husband, Carlos Sainz.

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username I live for how she acts like she’s not royal

username I wanna know what tea that is

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username I just wanna be her frienddddd

username The elegant messy hair is AMAZING

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username I love her and Carlos’ relationship 🥹

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Love my niece and nephew, they really embody how I feel most of the time

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username THAT DRESS

username Beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, amazing, glamorous

username When’s your next public appearance?!?!

= princess.royal Soon my love, soon 😋

username My Queen!!

username She takes after her mother 🥹

carlossainz55 You’re beautiful princess

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Our muppet friend came to visit during his time off

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username Not Lando just being on his phone the whole time

username Girls just need someone like Carlos, he left his f1 career just to be with her

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username He is literally Prince Eric!

landonorris I was being sociable I promise

= princess.royal Sure…

= landonorris Your nephews loved me!!

username Their child

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Happy Birthday to the Princess

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[fairylando]

somebody needs to study the gargantuan levels of cunt carlos used to serve at tororosso .. this is literally the peak embodiment of "the devil's favorite prince", "il diavolo rosso".

he is lucifer, the morning star.

he is the planet venus.

[thehouseofwindsor]

Prince Carlo, Duke of Castro Member of the House of Bourbon-Two Sicilies

[whyareyouhere66]

➢ Polaroid

multiple male x GN reader

warnings: none

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When he’s got your Polaroid displayed in his car.

The radio has music wafting through the speakers, a small charm hanging from the rear view mirror as he casually turns the wheel with the palm of his hand, turning onto a new street. 

His eyes are trained on the road, humming slightly to the song as it plays, when he sees the small white frame out of the corner of his eye.

The corner of it is stuck into a crevice somewhere on the dashboard, and your bright smile fills the space, eyes wrinkled and narrowed into a squint as the picture was taken seconds into a laugh. In the picture, your head is tilted up to look at the camera, the flash lighting up your face leaving it perfectly framed for him to admire.

At the sight of it, his lips quirk up into a small and fond smile. He had put it there so whenever you weren’t there in person, he could still have you there somehow, by your designated seat on the passenger side. Anyone who got into the car would be welcomed by your face, even from its spot tucked into the dashboard placed specifically so he could always see it.

The song changes on the radio, a few seconds of talking in the transition between melodies. 

And just like that, he’s turning onto your street.

Pulling in just to see that same pretty face in person. 

[characters: JJ Maybank, John B. Routledge, Pope Heyward, Eijiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Mashirao Ojiro, Zed Necropolis, Carlos De Vil, Ben Beast, Sodapop Curtis, Adam Banks, Charlie Conway, Koshi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane]

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Prince Laurent of Belgium

CHAPTER TWO: Vacation on the Mediterranean Sea

Featuring Prince Laurent of Belgium and Prince Carlo, Duke of Castro

I'm a crew hand working on the luxury yacht, Charles, where we float rich people around to see places on the Mediterranean Sea near Saint-Tropez for weeks on end. You'd think I'd be bored the whole time, but there's also quite a number of men who propositioned me, including many married guys. I obliged when I was super horny. And today's group were Prince Laurent of Belgium and Prince Carlo of Bourbon-Two Sicilies who wanted to spend time with their wives and children.

There was very little conversation during the first days of the  journey, in fact I'd say hardly any at all, if you don't include the introductions. We had Prince Carlo, a handsome man with your typical trophy wife. And Prince Laurent, the younger brother of King Philippe and the so-called “black sheep” of the Belgian Royal Family, who conveyed an unspoken lust and desire in his eyes.

Today, while the wives and children were on shore shopping the afternoon away, the princes were enjoying a dip in the Mediterranean and sunbathed under protective umbrellas on the upper deck. I was performing my duties when I heard noises coming from the upper deck of the yacht. Thinking of getting a glimpse of the princes for some j/o material later, I crept quietly to the upper deck. As I got closer, I recognized the type of sound I was hearing. The sound of moaning, groaning, the dirty talk, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh all told me that there were some heavy-duty fucking going on.

I stopped, thinking that maybe I shouldn't intrude on the princes' private moment, that maybe they brought a lady-friend on board. I was about to retreat when I remembered no one came aboard recently and noticed the voices.

"Oh fuck! Pound it deeper into my ass, Carlo!"

Holy shit! That was the voice of Prince Laurent being fucked by Prince Carlo! I stood there in shock, discovering this sexual act between the two men. Wanting to see them in the act, to see Carlo pummeling Laurent, reaching his climax while his dick was deeply embedded in his ass. I crept closer and slowly stuck my head out to see.

There, on a lounge chair, was Prince Laurent, splayed on his belly, his head buried into the chair. Behind him, Prince Carlo was viciously pounding his ass with no mercy. The sound of moaning and heavy breathing, along with the loud slapping sound of hips crashing against butt reverberating through the air. Unconsciously, I pulled out my now erect cock and began to stroke it. And without realizing it, I close my eyes and gasp audibly. When I opened my eyes, both princes were looking at me.

I was caught. The thought shocked me so much that I stumbled backward, tripped over one of the patio chairs and hit the floor. Then the next thing I knew, Prince Carlo was standing over me.  

“What in Hell are you doing!” He asked as he reached down to give me a hand getting up.

As I got to my feet, I suddenly realized that he was still naked with his cock only inches from my own dick.

“Ah... ah...” I started trying to explain, but just didn’t know what to say.

We stared at each other's dicks for a long moment before he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me towards Laurent.

“You're gay. Aren’t you?” He asked.

I couldn’t have lied if I wanted to. I was so frightened. I just nodded my head.

"That's why you've been hanging around us. You were looking to suck our cocks?” He asked, his blue eyes unwavering.

I tried to talk but couldn’t and just nodded my head.

"You you want to watch me finish fucking Laurent? Carlo asked. I nodded my head eagerly. “Then suck me a little and get it good and hard.” He added.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. But it was! I dropped to my knees in front of the prince and grabbed his thick cock in one hand and guided it to my mouth. Damn it. The thing was so thick that I could hardly deep throat it and just tongued the delicious head. I glanced up into his blue eyes. I enjoyed him looking down at me as I sucked the head of his cock. He tried to push more of his thick cock down my throat, but I gagged so badly that he stopped trying. Finally he pushed my head away from his dick and ordered, “Laurent, show him how to suck cock!”

The Belgian prince quickly knelt down in my place as I moved back. Then as I watched, Carlo grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his face toward his crotch as he guided his dick to Laurent’s opened mouth. I couldn’t believe my eyes as Laurent took inch after inch of Carlo's cock down his throat until his lips were pressed against his crotch.

“You didn’t know Laurent was such a good cocksucker did you? He’s been doing nothing but talking about you since he saw you. He wants you to fuck his ass. Ain’t that right, Laurent?”

The Belgian prince grunted as he moved his mouth up and down the thick shaft of Carlo's cock.  

“Get behind him and fuck him while he sucks me. Get his asshole ready for my cock.” Prince Carlo ordered.

I stripped my clothes off in a hurry, spit in my hand to wet my cock head and shaft. I expected it to be difficult to force my thick dick into Laurent’s asshole, but it slid in almost effortlessly. Then I thought of how many times Carlo must have used his big cock on his ass and understood why my dick slid in so easily. It was pure heaven pushing my dick inside of the prince's asshole as I watched him deep throating Carlo's cock. And in seconds, I had Laurent moaning and wiggling his ass as pound his ass.

Carlo then grabbed Laurent's head in both hands and started fucking the prince's mouth as hard and fast as possible. And the amazing thing was that Laurent didn’t gag. He took the mouth fucking like it was nothing. I got so excited that I reached around Laurent as I fuck him and grabbed his stubby thick cock. Then as I fuck his opened asshole, I jacked his dick. Suddenly I was cuming inside Laurent’s ass. He sensed it and wiggled his ass against my crotch as he enjoyed my load squirting deep inside of him.

“You finished with him?” Carlo asked as I pulled my dick out of Laurent's cum dripping hole.

I nodded yes as I watched Carlo pull his thick cock out of Laurent's mouth and walk around to his ass. I moved aside only enough to allow Carlo to guide his cock into Laurent's cum leaking asshole. Carlo rammed his dick as deep as it would go into Laurent's used asshole on the first stroke. Laurent arched his back and grunted as as the prince started fucking his ass hard and fast.

Watching the two princes going at it caused me to get so excited that my dick popped back up. Suddenly I had to join in on the fun, so I scooted under Laurent's belly. Staring down at me was his stubby fat cock and the huge hanging balls of Carlo of Bourbon-Two Sicilies. I started sucking Laurent's cock and grabbed Carlo's nuts, squeezing them. He let out a cry, but didn’t tell me to stop so I continued to tighten my grip on them as I deep throated Laurent's cock. And from my position underneath Laurent, I watched as Carlo's huge dick moved in and out of Laurent's asshole.

Suddenly, Carlo shot off. He jerked his dick out of Laurent's asshole and shot his load of cum on my face just as the Belgian prince came in my mouth. Hell, I had cum on me from head to dick when they finished shooting their wads.

The three of us lay in a heap for several moments. Laurent was the first one to get up. He glanced down at me in a strange way before asking, “You ain’t going to tell anyone about this are you?”

“Never. I would never do something like that.”

“Get dressed and let's find a room. I still want to fuck you. You think you can take my cock?” Carlo asked as he got to his feet and reached down and pulled me up.

“I’d love to try.” I said with a smile from ear to ear.

[justc2world]

Prince of Spain 🇪🇸

[alexturntable]

Brazilian GP 📷 Clive Mason, Lars Baron

[leclercskiesahead]

CARLOS SAINZ getting ready for the premiere of Gladiator II in London

from Esquire UK