Authors: Emma Taylor
He looked irritated, which was what she knew would happen. “Don’t use that ugly word to describe your wonderful breasts.”
She said, contritely, “You are right, my master. My body is yours and should be treated with respect.”
Jamaal raised one eyebrow and said, in English, “Damn straight, little lady.” He like old John Wayne movies.
Halah mumbled, “She can be a proper Arabian wife when she wants to. I like that.”
Dalal muttered, “She has a lovely body. He’s a lucky man.”
*****
Jamaal sat down on the bed. Fadiyah joined him, standing between his knees. He slid his hands up her legs under her skirt. She trembled. “You’re making me shake. I’m afraid of what you will do to me. I wanted a nice, kind prince, not a brutal man who would use me roughly for his own satisfaction.”
He smiled up at her. “Just a moment and I will be your prince. Two things have to be taken off.” He hooked his thumbs in the waistline of her panties and slid them down and off. His eyes lit up, and he hoisted her skirt up to her waist. “This is new.”
With her skirt up and missing her panties, Fadiyah had nothing on below the waist except a garter belt and stockings.
“I bought them yesterday. Pantyhose are more comfortable, but I like the way the stockings frame my private garden. Do you like it?” Her private garden was shaved, smooth and inviting. Jamaal slid his hand along her puffy lips. He nodded. “I approve. Take off the skirt, and I’ll take off my clothes.”
Halah turned to her sister. “Do you shave?”
“Yes. I like to go swimming. You should try it. It’s nice.”
Both Dalal and Halah watched their sister with a speculative eye. Both were imagining how they would look dressed in stockings and a garter belt. They both brought a man into the fantasy to watch them. Their eyes went very wide at the same time.
Jamaal undressed very efficiently, getting rid of his clothes in the same time it took his wife to remove her skirt, fold it and hang it on a chair. He faced away from the closet. Fadiyah turned and saw her husband’s body for the first time that day. She put her fingers on her cheeks, “I always forget how masculine you are. And big. Very big.”
Dalal whispered, “He needs to turn around. Have you ever seen a man’s cock?”
“I thought they were called penises.”
At that moment, Jamaal turned all the way around. He flexed his muscles while he did it. He’d worked hard to get that body. He wasn’t going to be modest.
Halah gasped. “No. By all the stars in heaven, that’s a cock.” She took a deep breath and fanned herself with her hand. “It’s gotten very warm in here.”
“I told you it wouldn’t be a problem.”
Fadiyah dropped to her knees at the feet of her husband. She sucked his cock inside her mouth and licked it with her tongue. He groaned and looked at the ceiling.
After a minute of sloppy oral attention, Jamaal lifted his wife off the floor and up in the air. She whooped.
Jamaal said, “I’ve made my decision.”
Fadiyah opened her legs and wrapped them around Jamaal’s middle. “About what?”
“Today’s lovemaking.”
Fadiyah smiled at her husband and kissed him. She said, “Alright, what’s on for today?”
“Prince and the slave girl.”
“Just a minute.” She let her legs and arms drop down. “You’ll need to force my legs open when you want to have your way with me.”
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
He kissed her once tenderly then turned and forced her against the wall with his body, causing her to gasp lightly. He pressed against her from her shoulders to her knees. She got into character immediately. “Oh my prince, treat me tenderly. I am afraid.”
Jamaal decided to act like the villain in old time movies. His voice was heavy with menace. “Princes don’t handle slave girls like fragile dolls. You exist for my needs.”
“You’re pressing me so hard, I’m helpless. I can’t move.”
“I’ll move you.” Jamaal lifted her up until her breasts were at the level of his mouth. “This is a mouthful fit for a prince.” He opened his mouth wide and lunged as if he was going to tear her breast off her chest. Fadiyah didn’t flinch or jerk away. His mouth closed over almost the entire breast. He closed his jaws with precision. His teeth bit into her delicate flesh with just enough pressure to get her attention. Since it was right in front and available, his tongue licked the little disk of hardening tissue on the end of her soft mound. She groaned. He watched her face as he bit down. As soon as her mouth dropped open, he stopped biting.
He did the same thing three more times as he let her breast slip from his mouth. She gasped and moaned each time. When he was done, she looked down at four sets of teeth marks on her soft skin.
For the first time in her life, Halah felt a little flutter deep down in her tummy. She silently said, “Oh. That’s what it feels like.” She looked at Dalal who had one hand cradling her own breast.
Halah cupped her hand around her left breast and lifted her own breast slightly. She looked back at Dalal, who was doing the same with her own breast. Halah saw her mouth loosen slightly and her eyes go out of focus. Halah did the same thing. It was her first time. She didn’t know how hard to squeeze. She increased the pressure until a shock of electricity bloomed inside her breast and flashed immediately down to her hips. She felt warmer immediately.
Dalal held her little bud between her thumb and forefinger and pinched and twisted. Her face cleared of any expression and she stared straight ahead.
Halah did the same thing and felt another jolt of electricity; different because it didn’t lessen with time. If she stressed her nipple and held it there, the electricity flowed constantly. Her hips became warmer. In a few seconds, they felt full and heavy.
Jamaal did the same to both of Fadiyah’s breasts. She looked down at them. “What have you done to me? My chest feels like I have little fires all through it. And I have a strange feeling between my legs. Please stop, my prince. I’m afraid. What will happen to me if you continue?”
Jamaal made his voice low and menacing. “You will have my cock inside you, plundering everything you have.”
Fadiyah gasped. “No. You cannot. I haven’t known a man. You’re too big. You can’t do it.” She pressed her legs together.
Jamaal leaned away from the wall. “Do you really think you can stop me that way?” He wrapped both arms under her rump and dumped her on the bed. She was on her back, but remembered to close her legs. He looked down at her and laughed. “What a delightful dish to serve the prince.” She watched his hand as it came down to her special junction. Though her legs were closed, he was still able to slide his middle finger inside her lower lips. Fadiyah moaned, “Oh, my. Something stronger is happening down there. It’s making me feel limp. I’m getting weaker. What are you doing to me?”
Jamaal sawed his finger back and forth. His voice had majesty in it. “I’m the prince. You belong to me. I’m taking you.”
Fadiyah lay back on the bed with her eyes closed. “That feels wonderful.” Her mouth closed firmly. “But I still won’t spread my legs for you. If I do, you’ll just poke that big monster inside my tiny kitten.”
“You don’t have a choice. I will turn your body against you. You will accept my cock. No, you won’t just accept it. You will beg for my cock.”
While Jamaal continued his attentions to her lower lips and the small button inside them, he bent over and again took one of her nipples between his teeth. He applied a little pressure and moved his lower jaw back and forth. Fadiyah moaned.
Inside the closet, Dalal and Halah had the same impulse. Their bodies told them to hike up their skirts and find out what it felt like to have a finger stimulating their little nubs. Both rejected the idea. They had other ways.
Women and men are built differently. Men have this great, hulking appendage that has to be stimulated directly. A woman’s sensitive area is placed between her legs directly below everything else. If the woman is sitting on a hard chair, she need do no more than lean forward slightly, and her complicated anatomy will come into direct contact with the hard wood. If she adds a small forward and back movement, her important parts get a nice massage from the chair.
The man in the suit glanced over at Halah and Dalal. They were both tilted forward. He could see a look of concentration on their faces and a delicate sliding up and back in their hips.
In thirty seconds, a new scent filled their little enclosure. The man in the suit knew women, and he knew what the new scent meant.
Fadiyah relaxed her legs. She mumbled, “You’ve conquered me. I’m yours.”
Jamaal continued for a little longer until he felt her hips moving in counterpoint to his finger. He walked on his knees up the bed. Fadiyah knew what he wanted. It was an integral part of their intimate connection. As soon as she could, she reached down for his cock with both hands. She pumped him up and down until his cock reached her mouth then she sucked and licked until he was groaning constantly.
He pulled out and moved back down the bed and between her legs. He felt her hand caress his cheek. She said, “No more games. You are Jamaal, my husband. I am Fadiyah, your wife. Please give me your seed.”
She positioned him in the entrance to her sheath. He pushed gently, and the head of his cock spread her lower lips open. As the tip of his cock began to open her up, he slowed to a crawl.
She looked down at the place where their bodies joined. Her eyes fled back into her head and she twitched and twisted her body. “You’re going so slowly, dragging it out. I can feel little shivers all up and down my spine. Oh, how wonderful.”
Halah and Dalal stared with wide eyes at Jamaal’s cock as it advanced at a snail’s pace inside Fadiyah’s entrance.
The man in the suit took a deep breath. He tapped Halah on the shoulder. “I’m satisfied that you’ll please the Sheikh. We can leave now.”
Halah leaned against the man in the suit. “What does the Sheikh look like?”
“Handsome and young. You won’t be disappointed.”
Halah smiled for the first time since her father told her she was going to die.
They rose from their chairs and immediately sat back down again.
Jamaal slid in just a little further and Fadiyah moaned. “Oh, that is wonderful. That first thrust is heaven. I can feel myself stretch to let you in and close a little when you get inside.” Her eyelids dropped until only a thin opening showed. Jamaal watched her pupils dart back and forth.
He slid in further and further.
She shook. “I have shivers up and down my spine.”
Jamaal continued the penetration until he touched her back wall. He paused to give her a chance to rest. Her chest moved in long, slow, deep breaths.
She let her arms fall to the bed with her palms open and facing the ceiling. She spread her knees as far apart as possible. They rested directly on the bed at right angles to her body.
Her voice drifted off until it was a slight brush of wind. “Do you mind if I do this? Just let you do all the work while I luxuriate in the way I feel. It’s not fair to you.”
“I don’t mind at all. I love to watch you. It’s the best part of being married.”
He began the oldest dance in the world. He knew his wife. She liked him to penetrate and withdraw smoothly and slowly, going all the way in and all the way out. He’d done it for a few moments when she said, “Now, I can just float along on wonderful sensations. Just float along.”
Nothing changed for the next few minutes except that Fadiyah’s smile grew wider and wider.
Nobody moved inside the hidden closet. Technically, they could leave by the door in the back. The man in the suit had what he’d needed: Halah had responded quickly and deeply to the sight of her sister’s arousal. That was obvious by the smell inside their little enclosure. But leaving now seemed like an insult to Jamaal and Fadiyah
Halah and Dalal felt like they were intruding on their sister’s private life. Their bodies had gotten all of the stimulation the scene in front of them would provide. However, like the man in the suit, it wasn’t proper to leave before everything was finished. They watched patiently while Fadiyah enjoyed her husband’s attention and Jamaal enjoyed the way Fadiyah felt inside.
Ten minutes later, Fadiyah gasped. Her muscles tightened, and her legs shot straight up in the air. Her feet curled back against themselves. She grunted several times.
Her strong orgasm lasted for two more minutes as she expended all of the energy Jamaal created inside her.
When she finished, her expression turned sour. “I hate the next part. I feel like it’s all up to me. It doesn’t feel fair.”
Jamaal wanted to encourage her, wanted to make her feel better. He opened his mouth to say nice things and had to stop. His body wanted to expel all of the semen it had inside, and to do that, it had to give Jamaal an orgasm. That meant Jamaal couldn’t talk.
Fadiyah felt his cock straighten and swell. She held her breath. He pushed inside her strongly and reached the end of her tunnel.