Free The Sheik and the Slave by Nicola Italia

women would become
wanton, arching their asses into the air and begging the men to continue. The
men would eventually spill their cream inside the tight little virgin holes.
    Mohammed the son had stumbled upon this secret viewing room
by accident. Though he enjoyed watching the women in secret, nothing compared
to the sex act itself.
    He watched as the young blonde stripped naked in the
bathhouse. Her slim, long legs were the color of ivory. Her slim hips curved
out, her waist dipped in, and her high breasts jutted out again. Her delicate
nipples were the color of pomegranates. She was very feminine, with a slim
hourglass figure. Her mass of blonde hair had been secured up and he watched
her step into the water. She sighed as the water pooled around her legs, bottom
and waist. She settled into the warm water in deep appreciation for the
solitude. She picked up the luf sponge and massaged herself.
    Mohammed watched the entire scene and felt himself growing
hard as well as angry at her. She always kept herself so aloof and cool. She
pretended to be a marble statue in his arms, yet he knew she wanted him. He was
a man and she was a woman. It was a natural act between them. He remembered how
she had been in the bath with him and his cock jerked awake. He lifted up his
long robe to fill his hand with himself. His hand moved down the length of him
and then up again while he watched her in the water.
    She sponged her legs, feet and arms, and then her breasts
and back. She settled back onto the stone seat underwater and then slipped her
hand into the water. Her fingers were between her legs.
    "Ah," she sighed into the lonely bathhouse, as her
fingers encircled the vagina lips and then sank into the small opening. She was
a virgin and had never been touched by any man except for the sheik. He had
laid claim to her already. Little by little, he was taking what he wanted.
    In England, she had pushed the societal rules by rebuffing a
marriage proposal from one man and been outraged by the role of mistress
offered by another. But here she was in a foreign land, being offered the role
of mistress by a completely different man. A confident and handsome man. She
had never seen a man equal to him in England. Why was she fighting him? I
want him , she admitted to herself.
    If only she weren ’ t
a slave! But she was a slave, his slave , and she was not free to give
what she had. He would demand, and she would have to submit. That could not
be the way! she thought. No, I must fight him .
    She rested her head back, inserted her fingers into the
passage, and moved them in and out quickly without breaking the thin barrier.
Her breathy sighs echoed in the room.
    Mohammed watched her close her eyes and finger herself just
as his hand moved quicker along his cock and he could feel his climax building.
    "Mohammed," she cried into the bathhouse and came
quickly.
    His cream shot onto the wall where he was standing and he
looked at the little blonde incredulously. So, the little falcon wasn ’ t so immune to him as she
would like him to believe. He watched her leave the bath, admiring the small
ass he ached to pound. She wrapped herself in a towel. He smoothed his robe
down and emerged into the bathhouse.
    "Princess," he said quietly. She whirled around to
face him.
    "My God, you frightened me!"
    He said nothing.
    "What do you want?" she asked warily as she clung
to the towel.
    Her hair was lovely, pulled up onto her head, with small
little curls escaping everywhere. Her eyes were so expressive; he could barely
wait to thrust into her and watch them change colors.
    He stood before her and said, "There is a banquet
tonight. You will attend me."
    "You mean bathe you in public?" Katharine asked,
shocked.
    Mohammed smiled.
    "No, ” he explained. “ I
want you to sit with me and eat. Nothing more."
    "I cannot. Your wife would be furious," Katharine
said, not wanting to incur the hot little Yasmeen's temper, who was sure to find
out about this.
    "I command