Not Quite a White Knight Book 5
Copyright© 2025 by LolaPaul
Chapter 11. After Dinner Conversations
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11. After Dinner Conversations - Our Hero returns from the Auction/Orgy with a naked guest, the tall dark and beautiful Jessica Stern. She joins them for nights of pleasant instructional sex. Later she has an overnight with Li at a club. Resha + Irene each love 30 hour Princely dates. Sin-Sin flies to Peru for unimagined sex at a wedding. Prince gives Pope grappa + whip payback. Darnel is taken, gives up a fortune, then Prince + Red get D + Doria sex w/ a shark happy meal. Bente takes naughty pics of the girls for the Patron.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Crime Workplace Sharing Wife Watching Incest Father Daughter Cousins Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Swinging Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Indian Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Royalty
Sunday September 7, 2008
Conversations with Pammie
After dinner, with the other kids listening, Pammie made a point of asking me if the “white scarf” and “family sharing” traditions would continue to apply in the future. She was being provocative. I assumed she wanted to present her own ideas with a potentially friendly interested audience listening. But I said that as long as the Patron was healthy I had no issue to decide in terms of keeping or changing past traditions.
“Including family sharing?” she asked prodding a bit more, with a glance at Sophia and Valeria. She was hinting I might expect Sophia or Valeria in my own bed. In the Tribe, offering one’s wife to a relative is how the pregnancy is announced. In the Colony retainers employ similar customs, since the children were in line to become Patron.
It was something that I, Martin and his two wives did not need to discuss, with him still alive and in my home we were predisposed against the idea. My uncle Martin lived in Western culture long enough to have some feeling of possession about his wives. Both of Martin’s wives considered the idea of putting herself in my bed as objectionable, even if I was a Prince. Plus, I had so many women. But how could I decline the long-held tradition without implying that the women were undesirable? Hurting somebody’s feelings seemed inevitable no matter what I said on the issue.
I answered Pammie by suggested that, here in the States, the custom is not to “go public” about pregnancy until the second trimester. The Patron might be here then, he was expected to visit here to return Cynthia sometime in November, traveling by charter or perhaps his own aircraft. He might invite a discussion at that time.
From her question I guessed that Tonto knew a little bit about both traditions. However, Pammie and Tonto would not be 18 until next year, so I did not expect Pammie’s “white scarf” to come up before then. It felt like Pammie was of two minds about it, she wanted the honor like she wanted every honor, she was that type of person. But she was embarrassed to seem like she wanted me before she gave herself to Tonto. She was also concerned about who might educate Tonto for his “first night,” which was part of the tradition. It could be Pammie’s sister Cynthia, as she was my Colonial baby-mamma. Somebody reminded Pammie that her mother Belen also qualified on that basis.
Both Pammie and Cynthia assumed that I would have Cynthia instruct Tonto if I spent the night instructing Pammie. They might be right. On the other hand, I could reasonably have Abril do the required instruction. Pammie did not know which choice would be worse from her viewpoint. Tonto might have very different opinions about his sister-in-law or smoking-hot Abril, but after making one mistake he was carefully neutral in the discussion. The point was, if Pammie was declared for the honor, they would have no choice about who Tonto got. Pammie liked the idea of control for such things.
Conversation With Tonto
I made a point to talk to Tonto alone, asking about his father. They were in touch, they had a system to keep communication secure. Irene had spoken to Tonto about his father’s performance in Yucatan in glowing terms. “He was the key to rescuing the Sister and her friend. Unlike wearing a motorcycle helmet and leathers in LA, he could have been recognized in a camp full of drug-crazed Aztexs. There were plans to back him up, but it could still have gone bad.”
Tonto had one other thing to talk to me about, his dad wanted to meet me for a talk, but it was a bit more complex than the last meeting, and time was a concern.
I thought a minute, then gave him an address and an office number downtown. “Have him come on the Ducati, the full outfit, with a courier bag. He is to use the parking garage, code with the office number then 49. Park on the third level down, spot 28. Wednesday around 1 in the afternoon give or take. Sound good?”
He agreed to pass the message.
“Traffic will be thick. He is to orbit the building, either direction, to get a look. Then he is to circle twice. Make the circle radius one block in each direction, so we are talking a three block by three block area. I will have observers watching for a tail. Got it?”
“Sure. Ah ... I am sure my Dad will wonder, will he have to strip for the ladies again? He said it had a nice result last time, but would not tell me any more.”
“The short answer is that I will not require him to undress, he has proved his worth in combat so I don’t have the same concerns.”
Tonto was a smart kid, he understood.
More Conversation With Pammie
Pammie wanted to talk to me privately about the White Scarf qualifications. She was more restrained, she said she was sure I had thought of these things, but she wondered where she might be headed. It was clear that she was thinking of giving up her virginity before the wedding, for a teen in LA it was hard to wait. I was sure that Tonto had expressed his desire, and her feelings were clear.
I said, “This is not a negotiation. If you might be a shining example, you might be questioned about things. Keep in mind that, if the Patron moves here, maybe for medical reasons, and imposes his jurisdiction, all bets are off.”
She had not figured on that move, but accepted it could happen. For example, at some point health might force the issue. “Yes, I know things change. I am thinking ahead, in general term. But new ideas, new social mores emerge as time goes on.”
“We can discuss those things but only in general terms.”
Pammie was good with that. “Okay, let us start from the basics. The Chief is the head of the Tribe on the mountain. But here, in LA, you are the head of the Tribe, the local chief, just like Marta is the local chief in Detroit. If you say something here, about a marriage or anything, it is binding on the mountain or in Detroit, even if their Chief or their Council does not agree. Correct?”
“Yes. It is a Tribal tradition, from when they sent out parties to collect orphans and artifacts. The leader in the field must be able to make critical decisions which are held fast on the mountain, even if the Council opposes the decision. The Tribe has a long history of sending groups out, and those parties needed leaders empowered to make binding critical decisions. Keep in mind, the Tribe was first formed by those from different tribes who could not abide by the decisions of their leaders, so they set out and gathered as a new tribe led by women. But they knew they needed some form of organization to survive. That leads naturally to empowered group leaders. However, the Colony was made of conquistadors who were warriors and their lives depended on a top-down military command with strong rules and comprehensive written orders.”
Pammie had not had it presented like that before, but now she understood why I could not give her the hard answer she wished for.
Pammie strived to be outstanding in every way, and since the White Scarf was an earned honor, one her mother had earned, she wanted it. But she said the requirement of virginity was a little ambiguous, since it came from a time when oral and anal sex effectively did not exist with the same impact as vaginal sex. Also, she was not enthused about spreading her legs for another man before she gave herself to Tonto - or maybe I should say, she did not want to seem enthused to Tonto. She didn’t argue that point.
She was careful to suggest that I and Ernie (who was deputized by the Patron when her parents married) were not exactly undesirable. Finally, she admitted that she was not crazy about Tonto spending a night with Abril or Cynthia. Well, I took some comfort in knowing that her primary concern was not about giving herself to me, the guy who knocked up her mother and sister. I was two-for-two with her close female relatives.
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