American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 3: Police, Pizza, and Disguise
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Police, Pizza, and Disguise - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
‘After dinner’ took a little longer than I expected a moment earlier. I’d no sooner made the offer to shop for Carrie, than there was a knock on my door.
Carrie scrambled back to the kitchen, and worked her way into the oven as I sauntered to the door. I wondered what she’d done with the racks and heating elements. I did notice that she had a piece of dark cloth inside and over the small window into the oven.
I answered the door, and four imposing law officers stood there; two were in Maryland State Trooper uniforms and two were in slacks and golf shirts, but had a badge of some kind on a leather flap at their waist. They also had a visible handgun. One of the detectives said, “James Westerly?”
As my knees started knocking, I smiled and tried to act nonchalant, “That’s me. What can I do for you? Am I in trouble of some kind?” I felt my legs going weak, and felt as though I had lights flashing all over my face announcing that Carrie was inside my condo.
“We traced your car after it exited the parking facility at the Washingtonian Hotel last night.”
“Yes, I was in their dining room and bar for several hours with friends. I think I left around eleven. We had dinner and then talked. I was not over the limit. After dinner, I only had one beer.”
“That’s not our concern. We traced your car from the video of the exiting vehicles at the hotel. We’ve already talked to some of your friends too,” volunteered the other detective. He was not at all confrontational or obnoxious.
I asked impatiently, “Did something happen to one of them? Did I do something wrong?” I tried to sound concerned, and I even straightened my posture to be more alert to their response. I also expected the two darts from a Taser to strike me in the chest momentarily, rendering me a writhing and slightly electrocuted mass of quivering flesh on my floor as I was put in handcuffs and leg-irons.
“No. They’re all fine. We’re looking for a person who was staying in the hotel but disappeared. You didn’t happen to see anybody as you left the hotel, did you?”
I shook my head and made as though I was remembering. “I left the bar, went to my car, and drove home. I think I got home about eleven-fifteen or maybe a few minutes later. Slept. Got up and went to work. At the hotel, I only saw the desk clerk as I walked to the garage elevator. I didn’t see anyone else in the garage. I was alert because everything was so quiet and nobody was around.” I tried to sound genuine, but I was shaking. I also told only the truth.
“May we take a look around your condo?”
I moved away from the door and gestured the four of them inside. “Sure. Come on in. This is the living room, dining room, and kitchen, all in one. There is a bathroom there that also services my guest bedroom. The master is there with an ensuite bath – not much; it’s 1,200 square feet. The rent is outrageous.
The officers fanned out. I stood at the end of the kitchen counter trying to see my condo through their eyes. What would they be looking for? Hiding places? Did Carrie leave any telltale signs? I made sure to not look at the oven. The overall kitchen was tiny, and unless she was in an overhead cabinet, there was obviously nowhere else to hide.
One detective came out of the guest bedroom. “Anybody live here with you?”
“No. Just me. I had a live-in girlfriend up until a couple of weeks ago. I think she left some stuff. I haven’t felt motivated to clear it out yet. She might or might not come back, if you know what I mean. If you want, I can give you her name.”
He looked satisfied with that answer, and returned to the room. I heard a closet door slide open. I could hear the same in the master bedroom. One officer came from the guest bedroom, glanced behind the sofa and the living room drapes, and then moved to my front door.
I posed, “Is this about some princess who disappeared? I heard something on the news coming home.”
“Yes, but since you didn’t see anything, and obviously have no one squirreled away here, this is a dead end. Thank you for allowing us in. As you might expect, we’re following every possible lead we can to try to find her.”
“Well, I wish you well on your search. The newscast I heard thought she’d been kidnapped.”
The lead detective noncommittally said, “That’s one theory.” He passed me a business card. “This is my card and phone. If you happen to recall anything that you saw at the hotel – anything at all – please call me. What may be inconsequential to you may be the lead that’ll help us. Thank you.”
At that point, the four men left my apartment. I noticed they fanned out in the hall, checking the doors to the other apartments and going out the stairwells instead of the elevators.
I closed my door and listened. I even looked through the little eyepiece in the door, but saw no further activity in the hallway.
I went and opened the oven door, “You’re medium rare, just the way I like my princesses. Come on out; they’re gone.”
“You did that so well. Thank you for not ratting me out.”
I shrugged. “I like having you around. You’ve certainly injected some very uncommon excitement into my otherwise mundane life. My life was pretty much getting up, working, eating a couple of meals, watching some TV, and sleeping. I was very boring. With you in my life, I may pay for this wonderful excitement with a long prison term, but you’re interesting and unusual.”
Carrie said, “Okay. Let’s wait for them to leave the building, and then you can go shopping. Also, bring back something for dinner. I’d cook for you, but you don’t have much here.”
“I can call for pizza delivery.”
“Really. That’d be soooo cool. I rarely get anything like that. I think my parents are concerned that someone would try to poison me. I’d love pizza ... with pepperoni, please. Sometimes at my private school, somebody would sneak one into our dormitory.”
I called my local pizza joint and ordered a large with pepperoni. Carrie looked as though this was her best day ever. She mouthed to me, ‘Thank you,’ and then blew me a kiss.
She was so cute. About five-foot three, just over a hundred pounds, trim, with long brown hair that she’d obviously spent hours combing out so it had a luster to it. She had a smile that lit up the room, and appeared with noticeable dimples and little crinkles at the corners of her eyes. She was busty, but not in an outrageous way. I guessed she was about three years younger than I was.
I could tell that she was a happy person, and I had started to sense her willingness for adventure so long as it was on her terms. She was smart too, yet sensitive to other people, at least to the extent that she discerned my sensitivity to life by reading my journal.
Carrie expressed some regret for upsetting the carefully planned schedule of events that her ‘secretary’ and ‘staff’ had prepared – a hospital opening, a meeting with the state governor, and something to do with some girl scouts in the area.
My dining room table was covered with an accumulation of stuff I’d dropped there over the past month since Marjorie had moved out. Instead of clearing it off, I set up two place settings at the kitchen counter where I had at breakfast. Carrie watched me carefully.
Carrie went over near the window and peeked out from behind the curtain. A minute later she announced, “The police are leaving. Two cars. No one in manacles.”
I admonished, “That doesn’t mean that you can go out. I bet everybody else in this complex has seen your picture on TV and would love to claim a reward for giving you up. Before I left work, I heard there was some kind of reward to get you back safely and unhurt.”
“You don’t want that reward?” She sounded surprised at my lack of excitement about any inducement to turn her in.