Ciana Rose's Erotic Stories

 

Madame Kon's Daughter

Jack Allen

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There was Madame Kon's daughter, an almond skinned beauty with gray green eyes and long, silky smooth black hair. She was an exotic beauty with well shaped breasts, slender waist, wide hips and generous lips tinged with a slight maroon rouge.

"This is Hashma. My daughter."

"Hello," he said.

She smiled demurely and looked down at the floor. Madame Kon looked back at him and continued.

"She has been trained in the arts of all forms of love, but never has she been penetrated. Today is her eighteenth birthday. Tonight, if she chooses, you will take her virginity."

He looked at Hashma. "Why me?"

Because she selected you," Madame Kon answered.

"What about my friends?"

"She has selected you."

He approached Hashma and raised her face with his finger under her chin. Her splendid face glowed. Her deep eyes looked happily into his.

"You are more beautiful than all the twinkling stars in the heavens on a summer night as clear as a pool of water from the snows of the greatest mountain." Hashma smiled and look down to the floor again. He turned to Madame Kon. "Does she not speak?"

Madame Kon shook her head. "Hashma speaks to no male except the man whom she chooses to perform her deflowering. Many men have claimed to be her suitor, but none have stood up to her discretion."

Hashma took him by the hand and pulled him into the next room, a large room. There was a joyous playfulness in her eyes, a hint of a sparkle from deep within their dark centers. Her laugh was silky and her scent sweetly enticing. She stopped in the center of the room and waited for him to catch up.

She put her arms around his neck and drew his face down to hers. Hashma's eyes fluttered shut and she kissed him. He closed his hands around her slim, bare waist and pressed his body against hers, stroking her soft, flat belly with the hardening lump of his penis.

He felt a pair of hands on his belt and jerked away for an instant. He looked down into the face of another girl, whose beauty rivaled that of Hashma's. She had black eyes and beautiful, dark, warm skin.

"Forgive me," the girl whispered. "I am only here to assist Hashma."

Hashma giggled playfully and pulled off his shirt while the girl at his feet unfastened his trousers.

"What's your name?" he asked as she knelt before him and pulled his trousers to the floor, helping him step out of them.

"Fatima," she whispered, without looking up.

She pulled down his boxer shorts and his cock leapt from them.

"How old are you?"

"I am nineteen," she said.

Hashma held his penis in her small hand, pumping it gently. She knelt before him, smiling, and tongued his balls. He felt a pair of cool hands on his buttocks and turned to see the dark-haired girl Fatima behind him. She cupped his buttocks and worked a cold finger into his asshole as Hashma took his whole cock into her mouth and sucked lightly. He realized, with a slight shock, that Fatima's finger was covered with grease.

He patted Hashma lovingly on her head and she looked up at him with her innocent, shining eyes as his cock glided across her tongue and her lips moved up and down the shaft. Behind him, Fatima stroked the insides of his thighs with her hands and massaged his balls in her fingers. He held his legs slightly bow-legged to let her hand through.

His huge, hard, glistening cock stood straight out from his body. Hashma let his cock out of her mouth and stood up and covered his chest and nipples with light kisses. Fatima took his hand and led him to the bed, which was near the center of the room. Hashma climbed on her hands and knees to the head of the bed and sat with her legs spread, fingering her pussy. Fatima instructed him to lie on his belly on the bed.

He watched Hashma fingering her pink clitoris. With one finger, she motioned him to approach, and he scooted up the bed into position between her thighs, right over her delicate pussy. She took his hand and singled out his middle finger. He held his hand limp and let her control where she wanted it to go.

She gingerly inserted the tip of his middle finger between her tender pussy lips, moving it up and down along her wet slit. She pushed his finger a little deeper, but it only went a short distance before he met some sort of resistance, and he realized, with a mild surprise, it was her hymen. He looked up at her and she smiled at his peculiar reaction, nodding to acknowledge she really was a virgin.

She put her hand on top of his head and gently pressed his face down to her fragrantly sweet mound. His nose nestled in her downy pubic hair and he poked his tongue out and licked her. His tongue slipped between the lips of her pussy and he tasted her tangy juices. Hashma purred like a kitten as he found her clitoris and speared his tongue into her vagina as deep as her hymen would let him go. She folded her long legs over his shoulders and held his head down with her hands lightly on the sides of his head.

He felt Fatima tugging his hips up. He looked back over his shoulder to find out what was going on and saw her holding a long, fleshy-looking dildo.

"What are you going to do with that?" he asked, somewhat startled.

"It won't hurt," she answered, but he did not feel reassured.

"Are you sure? That thing looks like it would kill an elephant."

Fatima smiled bashfully, and her cheeks turned bright red.

"I will be gentle," she said.

"I hope so."

She spread his ass cheeks and pressed the tip of the dildo to his asshole. He sucked in his breath. The head of the dildo penetrated his asshole and he cried, "Jesus Christ," as Fatima pushed insistently. His mouth hung open and his eyes bugged out and he groaned with a sensation he had never felt before. The dildo plunged firmly into his asshole and the intense sensation made his toes curl.

Hashma laughed and pulled his mouth back down to her cunt. He poked his tongue in her vagina, tasting her sweet juice. His mouth was filled with Hashma's fluids. She was sweet and warm, and her cream poured from her pussy like ambrosia. He held her clit between his lips and licked her moist, sensitive spot. Her hips churned, and he felt her entire body shudder with the intense pleasure.

Fatima held the phallus firmly in his asshole. His penis was so hard and ached so badly he thought he might burst from the excitement. Hashma's lithe body shook with a wild orgasm. Her legs clamped around his head and his body twisted and writhed with hers as she gasped and squealed. She was coming and it was a fantastic experience for both of them.

Finally, she relaxed and released his head from the grip of her legs. He looked up at her, smiling, breathing hard, his lips and cheeks covered with the glistening dew from her vagina. Hashma smiled and tangled her fingers through his dark hair.

Fatima churned the phallus in his ass to get his attention and he looked back over his shoulder.

"I must turn you over," Fatima told softly.

"Are you going to take that thing out?"

"No. Hashma wishes to leave it in."

He looked back up at Hashma. She nodded. He shrugged and carefully rolled on his back as Fatima held the phallus, to prevent it from falling out. Hashma quickly scooted down the bed beside him, where Fatima kneeled between his spread legs.

Fatima placed two fingers into Hashma's pretty little vagina and spread open her moist petals. Hashma straddled his cock, her fragrant pussy all red and wet with a thin, glistening coating of cream. With Fatima's help, she slowly lowered herself to his cock until just the head penetrated her and ran up against her hymen. Her eyes misted with erotic joy, and closed. She licked her wide lips as her hips squirmed.

Just before he thought he might shoot his come, Hashma lifted herself off. Before he realized it, Fatima, beautifully nude, quickly moved into Hashma's position, although she faced away, showing him her buttocks and her sweet, narrow back. He slender hips dropped over him and she enveloped his tall, throbbing cock. For a few seconds she bobbed her hips up and down so that she took in only a few inches of his penis in and out of her pussy.

He felt the clenching of his hard cock by the powerful muscles of this girl. He was about to shoot what he knew would be and enormous amount of semen into her pussy. She held his cock in her cunt and shouted, her face up to the ceiling. He felt the cascade of orgasms within her body as her unbelievably tight pussy pulled on his cock. He spewed forth streams of pure white come that instantly filled her vagina.

He lay exhausted as Fatima cleaned the perspiration and come from his body with her quick tongue, like a kitten. Very slowly and gently she removed the phallus from his ass. Time seemed endless. Fatima kissed him, filling his mouth with her warm tongue, as if he was the first man she had ever known, as if his male body was some wonderful new pleasure for her. As he drifted off to sleep, he began to dream pleasantly about Hashma, and even Fatima.

He awoke to a strange sensation. He opened his eyes. The room was dim, but an orange light from the flames of several candles flickered around the room. The bright moon shined in the window across the room. He looked down and saw Fatima over his waist, looking back up at him, her face glowing and her lips around the end of his hard penis. The faint light of the candles lit up Fatima's face and the corners of her mouth curled up in a smile around his cock.

He discovered a source of heat and the sound of gentle sleeping. It was Hashma, her lithe, almond body curled beside him. He studied the beauty of her round, slumbering form. She lay on her side and her leg was laid across his belly, her arm across his chest, and her breasts were pressed into his side. He felt her warm breath on his neck and it made him feel warm all over, like a warm breeze on a summer afternoon.

He pushed her gently and she repositioned herself on her back. Her full lips parted a tiny bit as she breathed lightly in her sleep. One of her hands rested on her rounded little abdomen. From her navel to the upper reaches of her mound was a line of soft, light down. He touched it with his fingers, and her hips swayed very slightly. The corners of her mouth turned up and he knew she was dreaming of sex.

Hashma stirred, rubbing her warm thigh against the tender area of his groin. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked into his. He was struck again by her incredible beauty and the deep gray-green color of her eyes. She lowered her head and kissed him. Neither of them closed their eyes, but their tongues furtively chased each other in the air between their open mouths. Hashma pressed her lips against his, kissing him passionately, her tongue licking the inside of his mouth. Her intense kiss heightened the delicious sensation of Fatima's soft, red lips around the head of his cock.

Hashma pulled away with a trembling gasp. Her eyelids fluttered and she appeared to be on the verge of an orgasm. She stuck out her tongue and licked his face with one long, slow, wet wipe of her tongue. She moaned almost breathlessly, rubbing the mound of her pussy on his rough, hairy thigh.

Hashma opened her eyes and looked down at Fatima. Fatima looked back, never taking her mouth from his cock. Hashma tickled the curly hairs on his chest and he propped up his head so they could watch Fatima together. Fatima closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and slid her mouth all the way down on his cock. The tip of the head of his cock pushed partway into her throat, and he gasped with surprise. His hips squirmed. He placed his left hand on top of Fatima's head as it moved quickly up and down in a short stroke. Her chin touched his swollen balls and her nose touched the warm skin under his pubic hairs.

Hashma ran her fingers through the dark hair on Fatima's head. He felt that he was just about to come. The heavy, intoxicating rush of an orgasm filled his head like the first glorious effects of a very powerful drug and he wanted it to take him all the way to the top. Fatima fondled his balls in her small, gentle hand and clamped her mouth and throat on his entire cock and he exploded inside her like a bomb, spurting immense quantities of sperm. His whole body was as stiff as a board, and then suddenly went limp when his orgasm finished.

Fatima continued to bob her head to coax out as much sperm as he had to give up, while his body relaxed and recovered from what he considered to be an incredible orgasm. Hashma patted her lightly on her head and Fatima drew her mouth off his cock with an obscene slurping sound.

Hashma wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it, while she kissed him and pressed her breasts into his hard chest. He touched her firm nipple and soft breast. Fatima climbed up the bed on her hands and knees. He watched her hover over him while she spread her pussy lips, grabbed his cock by the thick shaft, pointed it directly at her pink cunt, and lowered herself on him with a sigh of satisfied relief.

Fatima closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she moved her hips slowly and seductively up and down and arching her back in, which pushed her breasts out. Hashma sat up on her knees and kissed Fatima, feeling her plump breasts and pinching her hard nipples lightly. Fatima ground her hips in a circle and squeezed his cock in her tight vagina. He held Fatima's slender hips and pulled her down at the same time he thrust his hips up, and his cock slammed into her. The tip of his cock poked deep into her womb and she groaned deliriously each time.

Hashma's hand drifted lazily down the front of Fatima's undulating body to the mound of her pussy. He watched intently. Hashma slid her middle finger up into Fatima's cunt alongside his cock. Fatima gasped when she felt the intrusion of Hashma's finger rubbing her clitoris. Her head fell forward like she was a rag doll, and her long, black hair swept over her face like a storm of fine, black, silken threads, completely obscuring her face. She had the look of rapture on her soft features. Her hips rose and fell spasmodically, as if in a conflict with the fierce thrusting of his hips, and she grunted and whimpered and her tits jiggled each time her hips came back down. Her mouth, a tiny, round circle, hung open and her lips quivered. Her eyes were closed sleepily, but her eyelids fluttered occasionally.

Fatima felt too good bouncing on his cock to hold on much longer. He was holding back a powerful orgasm that he knew would engulf the poor girl, but he could not hold it back any longer. He relaxed and the intense sensations of her tight pussy sliding on his cock swept over him. His entire body tensed as his climax approached.

She gasped and raised her head in surprise when his explosion hit her womb. Her eyes were suddenly wide and alert as she felt his semen splattering inside her. Droplets of perspiration rolled down her cheeks and small tears of joy dropped from her eyes. His copious amounts of come gushed from her cunt all over Hashma's innocent hand, yet Hashma did not remove her finger from Fatima's cunt. Fatima's small body writhed and she shrieked wildly, exclaiming to the world the incredible sensations of her orgasm.

He felt overcome by the eroticism of the situation. It was too good to believe that such an innocent looking girl as Fatima, impaled as she was on his cock and furiously riding his undulating hips to a shrieking climax, could be such a sensuous, sexually possessed dynamo. He felt drained.

Fatima, puffing from exhaustion, collapsed daintily on top of him. Her skin was warm and coated in a light mist of perspiration, making her slick to the touch. Her pink, pointed nipples were very soft. They touched him lightly, and the rest of her swollen breasts flattened against his chest as she settled on him. He wrapped her in his arms and held her tight. Her sweat, along with his, made her feel slimy, but it was exquisitely sexy. She seemed to be purring.

She rolled off him and his partly stiff cock slid from her cunt. A generous amount of his come dribbled out of her cunt. She lay on her back between him and Hashma. She looked up at Hashma and Hashma bent over and kissed her. Fatima wrapped her arm around Hashma's neck, stroking her smooth back with her fingers. Hashma placed her hand on Fatima's breast and squeezed it lovingly.

Hashma crawled down the bed and lowered her head between Fatima's slim, dark legs. He could see Hashma's pink tongue flick out and lick Fatima's slit, and Fatima gasped, clenching her fingers into his arm. Fatima squirmed. She bit her lower lips between her teeth and moaned as she writhed almost uncontrollably beside him.

Hashma raised her head and Fatima looked down at her with a pleasant smile. Hashma's lips and cheeks around her mouth were covered with a glistening coating of sperm and juices from Fatima's pussy. She moved effortlessly between his legs, closed her tiny hand around his cock, and dropped her mouth over the end of his cock. She sucked it out with a loud slurp and licked up the last bits of come.

She climbed up the bed on her hands and knees over him, her breasts wobbling back and forth under her, and kissed him. Her tongue plunged delicately into his mouth and he tasted an intoxicating mixture of her own flavors mixed with the very strong and richly sensual flavors of his own come and Fatima's come. Her kiss lingered enticingly, and she slowly peeled away, his head rising to keep his lips in contact with hers for as long as possible until the last bit where their lips seemed to be glued together finally separated and he opened his eyes and looked directly into her deep, mesmerizing eyes. She seemed to be reading his thoughts, but he was pretty sure that was impossible.

She finally closed her eyes and cuddled beside him, instantly dozing, almost a purr. Under his other arm, Fatima drifted into sleep as well, draping her leg over his so that the end of his drooping erection just touched her warm thigh. He found himself dropping blissfully into an extremely satisfying sleep, squeezing both girls lovingly to his body.

*****

He awoke alone on the large bed beneath the huge, open window. The small bit of foliage he could see outside the window was deep green, dotted with beautiful, tiny, yellow flowers. It smelled fresh and clean and cleared his head instantly, as if coming out of a sleepy dream-world. Beyond the foliage, he could see the light blue of the early morning sky.

The smell of fruit and honey was very rich and thick in the air. He thought it came from outside, the wonderful smells of the world drifting in to wake him up, but he found a table loaded with fruits and honey and juices and wines on a table in the same room. His mouth watered with hunger at the sight, and he realized how hungry all the activity of the night before had made him.

He got out of bed and found his clothes cleaned and pressed and lying out for him. He proceeded to dress, enjoying the fresh smell and the crisp cleanness of his clothes. As he tasted the delicious fruit, he wondered vaguely if he would be able to see Hashma again. If he didn't, it was still unbelievably wonderful to have had the opportunity to spend a single night with her. He shall always remember her fondly and with great joy.

He checked his hair in the mirror to see that it was straight and left the room to find Madame Kon or Fatima or someone and let them know he was going to be on his way. The halls were nicely lit with early morning sunshine, but there didn't appear to be a soul in the whole house. The walls of the huge hallways echoed with his footsteps. He listened for any signs of activity, but found none. He was sure the other men who had arrived with him had to be around somewhere, but there were so many countless rooms in this house that me might spend the rest of his life trying to find them. That wouldn't be too bad, if he happened to run into Hashma somewhere along the way.

Wandering through the house brought him to a hall lined with doorways. As he passed, he heard faint voices from the other side of one of the doors. He decided to see if anyone on the other side was anyone he knew, or if they could help him. He knocked and opened the door. He stepped in, just about to speak, but was struck speechless at the sight of more than a dozen gorgeous, half-naked young women all looking at him with curiosity and amusement.

He smiled. "Hi," he said, waving.

One young woman, with jet black hair, who looked a little bit older than all the others, said, "Come in, please," and got up and walked towards him, her breasts jiggling erotically. He tore his eyes away from her breasts, with great difficulty, and put his hand in her proffered hand. Her delightfully cool fingers closed about his hand and she pulled him into the room and into the pack of young women, all giggling like embarrassed virgins.

"We're so glad you could join us," said the young woman holding his hand. "We were afraid you wouldn't have the time."

She sat him down on a stool and every one of the girls closed around him, engulfing him in a tiny sea of tender, young flesh and an aroma of unsullied female excitement. It was very heady stuff.

"My name's Caledonia," she continued, stroking his thigh.

His face was flushed bright red and he couldn't seem to get rid of the stupid grin on his face.

"How do you do," he muttered.

"I do very well," Caledonia said. "Some say I'm better than any they've ever had." Her hand drifted casually up his thigh and rested on his crotch, where his penis was quickly growing painfully stiff and he was finding that his pants must have shrunk from the wash because they were suddenly too tight. "I would be pleased if you were to give me your opinion, once you were completely satisfied, of course."

Her delicate fingers closed around his erection and she cooed like a surprised dove.

"Of course. I would be more than happy to do my best for you."

He reached for her chest and felt the weight of her beautiful breast as he closed his hand around it. Her nipple instantly stood up at attention. All around him, more than a dozen pairs of nipples grew hard simultaneously, and he found it very difficult to hold himself under control.

Caledonia was working his pants loose and he was just about to drop his head and lick her lovely, pink nipple when he heard a soft voice. They all looked up and found Fatima walking towards them, looking rather stern and upset. She was dressed in a flowing, yet casual gown that floated on the breeze behind her. The young women were all silent as she approached. She stopped in front of him and held out her hand.

"Please come with me," she said, looking into his eyes.

Caledonia spoke up in protest. "Oh, can't he stay with us, just for a little while? We won't hurt him, much." His eyebrows flickered up in surprise.

"That won't be possible," Fatima said, looking firmly at Caledonia. Caledonia said nothing further.

"I would kind of like to stay here for just a little while," he said, when Fatima looked back at him, but he did not feel any of the elation from the girls he had felt earlier, and he sensed that they knew something he did not.

Fatima said, "That won't be possible. You have been requested elsewhere."

His eyes lit up with joy at what it could be. "Is it Hashma?" he asked, hoping beyond hope that it could be the best of his dreams, but there was no reaction in Fatima's eyes to give him any indication. "It must be Madame Kon. She wants me to settle my bill, of course." He got up, put his hand in hers and let her lead him away. "I'll never be able to cover the expenses of my friends, I'm sure. I know them."

He turned and waved goodbye to all the gorgeous young women he was leaving behind, and they waved back, with sad smiles on their faces. He strained for one last look at their bare breasts before Fatima let go of his hand and closed the door.

He was once again in the vast hallway lined with doors, and tiny, young Fatima stood beside him, looking sweet and demure and lovely as ever.

"Which way?" he asked.

Fatima held out her hand, smiling, and waited for him. He smiled back and started off in that direction. They walked through a part of the house he didn't think could have existed. He didn't recall that it looked this large from the outside, but maybe he wasn't paying attention. Still, this place was turning out to be more like a sprawling palace than a housing for a family of prostitutes.

"I apologize for not greeting you when you woke," Fatima said. "I was instructed to help you find your way, but I did not expect you to rise so early and begin to search through the house for me."

"There is no need for you to apologize."

"But you may have felt lost. The halls of this house can be confusing."

"Confusing it may be, but I found my way to Caledonia all on my own, and she would have taken very good care of me."

Fatima snickered. "Yes, she would have."

"I might have died in the hands of the others girls, but it would have been an exquisitely pleasurable way to die. Perhaps it is better that you rescued me, after all."

"I did not rescue you, but you did need to be saved for your own good."

They reached a door smaller than most of the other doors in the house and Fatima opened it, standing to the side to allow him to enter.

"Saved why?"

"That you will learn soon enough."

He looked at her with the incredulous disbelief that this young woman Fatima could be so strong willed. He went through the door and found himself in a bath chamber tiled in deep blue and aquamarine colors. He was fascinated by how luxurious it looked, considering it was not as large as he would have expected. Fatima stepped around him and turned on the water in the tub, which was sunk into a raised platform with short steps leading up to its edge. The tub quickly filled with steaming water. Fatima came down the steps and approached him.

"A bath?" he said. "It would be easier for me to take a shower."

"Yes," Fatima said succinctly, and began to unbutton his shirt.

He watched her for a moment, and began to unbuckle his belt, but Fatima pulled his hands away, and continued where he began.

"I'm old enough to take a bath on my own, you know."

Fatima nodded, smiling, as she opened his pants and lowered them, holding them for him to step out of. His penis, which was still mostly erect, hung from below the edge of his shirt, and he was slightly embarrassed in this position before the girl, but she did not seem to be aware of his discomfort or his erection.

"Are you going to take a bath with me?" he asked.

"No," Fatima said, without looking up.

He was sure she was blushing. With patient care, she picked up his pants, folded them neatly, and laid them across the top of a chest of drawers along the far wall. She helped him remove his shirt, folded it as well, and laid it on top of his pants.

"Please," she said, holding out her hand like a maƮtre'd, inviting him into the tub.

He stood awkwardly naked in the center of the bathroom, his stiff penis hanging in front of him. It bobbed like a tree branch in a strong wind as he walked up the few shallow steps and lowered himself into the clear, warm, soothing water. A ledge was built into the tub, making a seat like a small recliner, and his legs stretched across the floor of the tub. His hard penis stood tall in his lap and just broke the surface of the water. He coughed, embarrassed, and tried to keep the uncooperative thing down.

Standing beside the tub, Fatima removed her light, flowing gown, which turned out to be less than what he had originally believed. Beneath it she wore something resembling a thong bikini, or a loin cloth and a strapless bikini top. His mouth hung open, astounded at her beauty. He caught himself staring and abruptly looked away before she turned back to him.

Fatima produced a small, dark blue terrycloth towel and a bar of green, perfumed soap, both of which she soaked in the water, and lathered up the towel. Sitting on the edge and leaning over the tub, she put the lathered, wet towel on his back and rubbed vigorously. He leaned forward slightly to afford her less difficulty. She brought the towel up his neck and washed his ears, shoulders, and around his neck. Her touch was tender and soft, as if she was washing an infant.

With a small bowl, which appeared to be made of the same material and color as the dark blue tiles on the bathroom floor, she scooped up a generous amount of warm water from the tub and poured it carefully over his back, making him shiver with delight and pleasure. His eyes were closed and he wore a slight, sleepy smile, enjoying the soothing comfort of the water and Fatima's massaging wash.

He heard a plunking sound and opened his eyes. Fatima had stepped into the tub beside him and stood over him, lathering the bar of soap in the towel. He felt like a little boy still in school as he looked up at her. She did not smile, but her face was a look of concentration and rapture, completely involved in her task.

Fatima knelt and rubbed the towel vigorously across his chest. He smiled dumbly at her, rocking side to side with her strong motions, but she was too caught up in her work to notice him. She scooped up a bowlful of water and poured it over his chest in small amounts.

She touched his shoulder to get his attention. "I am going to wash your hair," she said, looking into his eyes to ensure that he understood. "Please close your eyes and hold your breath."

He closed his eyes and waited. After a moment, he felt the first drops of water on his head, followed by the gush of warm water soaking his hair and drenching all down his face. Fatima lathered the soap in his hair and scrubbed his scalp with her fingers. She scrubbed his face with the towel and doused him again with warm water.

She got into the tub beside him again. "Please stand," she said, lathering the towel generously with soap.

He stood up gingerly in the tub, very careful not to slip. His penis, which remained hard and long, was right on a level with her face, but she was not yet looking up. He looked down on her small form and felt a strong rush of desire, which made his penis ache just a little more.

She looked up, holding the soapy towel in her hands, saw him looking down at her over his hard penis, and smiled. Entranced by her beauty, he was unaware that he was staring at her, and when she smiled she broke his trance, and he shook his head. She gently held his penis and washed it and his balls. He groaned and felt his knees begin to buckle.

He pulled her to her feet and reached for her tits, squeezing them in his fingers, but she pulled away, giggling. The top of her bathing suit came away in his hands, revealing her beautiful breasts, but she made no effort to cover them up or feign modesty in his presence.

"Please. Let's make love, right here, in the water. It feels so good," he said.

"No," she said.

"But you looked so beautiful last night when you were orgasming on top of me."

She blushed bashfully and looked away, suddenly sounding very serious. "I'm not allowed to make you come," she said.

"Why not? What am I saving it for?"

"Have patience. You'll be satisfied soon enough."

"I won't if you're not there."

Fatima looked at him, but did not respond. He sensed that she did not agree, but would have liked to be with him. She knew something and wasn't going to tell him. She stepped out of the tub and, her breasts bobbing as she walked down the steps, picked up a robe that hung on the back of the door and held it open for him to step into. He stepped out of the tub and slipped into the warm, comfortable robe. However, his penis was still painfully stiff between his legs.

Fatima led him through the double doorway at the end of the bathroom. One door was partially open, and she beckoned him to enter. He went in. The room on the other side of the doors was elegant, like a monarch's royal living quarters. The ceiling stretched almost out of sight, and the view out the windows along the far wall was enough to take his breath away.

"Do you sleep here?"

"Oh, no," she answered quickly, shaking her head. "My room is much more modest."

"Who sleeps here?"

Fatima hesitated for a moment, before answering, in a low voice, "the Princess."

"The Princess?" he said, incredulously, with a wildly bemused expression across his face.

Fatima's expression remained very serious and he broke into laughter, delighting in the idea that a prostitute in a whorehouse was referred to as "Princess".

"And who is this Princess?" he asked, condescendingly, but Fatima declined to answer. "Am I to meet her, considering I am in her bedroom?"

"Yes." She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm.

"Wait," he said. "I would by far rather make love with you than receive a royal blowjob any ' Princess' could give me."

Fatima pried his fingers off.

"You will wait," she said, and was quickly out of the room.

He sighed, frustrated and a little upset at being pushed around. Fatima was behaving very suspiciously, and he didn't care who this Princess was, he didn't want to meet her. He wanted to see Hashma again, and he wanted Fatima to be there with them, not off scurrying down the hallways like she probably did. He sat and waited.

The entire room was silent, so quiet he could almost hear his heart beating, and he was a little alarmed at how hard it pounded. He hardly realized that he was getting nervous. He looked around at the splendor on display before him. The vastness of it was difficult to gauge.

The double doors on the other side of the room opened and a woman entered, silhouetted in bright light from the next room. He wondered briefly, as the mysterious woman sauntered in, how many rooms of this house were interconnected. He could not discern the identity of the woman, but he could see her entire form through the shear, colorful, gossamer-like gown she wore. She slowly approached him, and he watched in awe, his gaze transfixed on her shape as if he was mesmerized by her presence. She stood before him, her hips undulating side to side, and he was dumfounded by her exquisite appearance. Her face was covered by a dark veil, but her beautiful eyes seemed to pierce right through him and expose his vulnerability. He appreciated this quality she possessed, if only he knew who she was.

She pulled off the veil and he was elated to see Hashma smiling back at him. She giggled as his expression changed from one of confusion and puzzlement to one of surprise and joy.

"Hashma," he said. "Where have you been?" Then something dawned on him. "Are you the Princess?" he said, rising to his feet.

In a graceful twirl, she spun away with a happy, playful laugh, and began removing her clothes. He followed her around the room, picking up each piece of clothing as she discarded it. In moments, she was completely naked, backing away from towards the bed, wearing only a mischievous grin, which she partly covered with her hand. She reached the bed and climbed on it on her back, scooting up to the head and resting on the pillows. He stopped, holding the pieces of her clothing in his hand.

She laid back on the pile of pillows, naked, smiling, her legs spread, her pussy glistening, and she motioned him toward her with a finger. Her long, slim legs were spread.

He dropped her clothes, threw off the robe and leaped onto the bed. She squealed with laughter as the bed bounced under her. He touched the soft, warm insides of her thighs. His fingers trailed up through the tangle of her dark pubic fur. He touched her pussy and his fingers became slightly wet. He raised his fingers to his lips and tasted the heavy sweetness of Hashma's sexual essence.

He moved to suck Hashma's clitoris. His cock was already stiff as he knelt over her naked body like a holy man knelt before a temple. He felt her breath on his face and shoulders. He kissed the nipples on her soft breasts first, gently nudging them with his lips and sucking them in his mouth to make them as stiff as his penis. Hashma's lips curled into a sly smile, and a soft moan passed from her mouth.

He trailed his tongue down her body, between the rising and falling mounds of her breasts, and over her belly, slowly and lightly. Her body seemed to arch up to meet the touch of his tongue as he moved down to her moist pussy.

He slipped a finger into her wet vagina and placed his lips over her small clitoris. Gradually, she hardened and her clitoris became deep red, poking through the dark, kinky hairs of her pussy.

Hashma sat up, moaning appreciatively, laughing and smiling as he continued licking her cunt. She put her hands around the sides of his head and urged him to lick harder and bring her to a climax as before.

He felt her orgasm rising, felt the shuddering in her legs. Her thighs closed against his head and she arched up from the bed, the most intense phase of a long series of orgasms taking control of her body. She writhed and shouted with an animal pleasure, a feline, erotic joy he'd never known before.

Finally, her body dropped to the bed, and he thought she must be exhausted from that much exertion, but he silently prayed that she didn't roll over and go to sleep again. She touched his chin and lifted his face to look directly into hers. He looked at her curiously. She put her hand on his shoulder and tugged him up farther and he realized she wanted him to fuck her.

He crawled up the bed, sliding between her thighs until he was looking directly down into her eyes. Her hand was between their bodies, groping for the shaft of his cock. Their eyes were locked together in a gaze that could not have been broken by the explosion of a volcano. Her hand was tentative as it wrapped around his thick cock, and she was trembling all over. He felt the same nervous excitement, and his shivers gave him goose bumps.

She put the head of his dick just inside her cunt and he pushed gently. She groaned. He backed away, but she pulled him in harder. His cock met the resistance of her hymen and he hesitated again. She closed her legs around his hips to keep him from getting away, and his cock broke through and sunk completely into her in one sudden plunge. She screamed, clawing his back with her long fingernails. He looked down on her and realized she was crying, but trying desperately not to show it. He lifted his weight from her to pull out, but she grabbed him by his hips and shook her head.

Her ass squirmed under her, and she bit her lower lip in her teeth. She was moaning and breathing hard, but she never tore her gaze away from his eyes, and he stared into hers more deeply than he had ever seen a woman before. Finally, he closed his eyes and kissed her. For a moment she hesitated, as if she was not sure what to do, but she returned his kiss with much more passion, fueling the fires that burned within each of their bodies.

His hips thrust up and down and the bed rocked with the fierce motions. His cock was held in her tight cunt like they were welded together, and when he lifted his hips, she rose off the bed with him, only to be smashed onto the mattress again when he thrust forward and drove his cock deep, to the very end of her vagina. She screamed with each thrust. He believed she must be in pain, but she would not let him up to relieve her of the agony. She dug her heels into her ass in an effort to make him thrust his cock deeper.

Her gorgeous curves shook when his hips pounded her vagina, and she screamed weakly, her lips quivering and her eyes squeezed shut. Her hands roamed his chest and back, squeezing his strained muscles like a trainer working the tension out of a boxer after fifteen rounds. She found his nipples and lightly pinched them between her thumb and finger. Her breathing came in very short gasps, followed by a grunt when he drew his hips back, and a loud scream when he jammed back in. Her pink nipples were hard, tiny points at the ends of her breasts, which shook as they rocked back and forth.

The incredibly beautiful sight of her made him desperately want to come, and he felt it was impossible to hold himself off. He felt the climax just about to explode, and suddenly he was gushing into her like a wildcat oil well.

Hashma came wildly, like a creature from outside civilization, thrashing out of control on the bed, screaming madly in ecstasy. She collapsed, her body weak, her sweet thighs glazed with her own fluids.

"Thank you so much," she whispered in a soft, sweet, delicate voice that brought to his mind visions of honey and strawberries. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "I love you dearly."

Hashma touched her pussy, sliding her fingers gently in and out of her slit. When her hands were covered with fragrant dew, she reached beneath herself and rubbed the cream into her little anus, filling her hole with slick juices from her cunt. Hashma turned over and raised her haunches into the air, propping herself on her knees, her legs spread wide.

He put his hands on her ass and spread her smooth, taut cheeks. He moved up and put his cock into place. With the shaft of his cock, he rubbed the hot crevice of her ass, slick with her pussy juices. Hashma moaned with delight and pushed herself back against him. He placed the head of his cock to her tiny, budded anus, and to his surprise, Hashma pushed herself onto his cock.

He shoved slowly into her ass until his entire thick meat was inside her. He reached under her, rubbed her soft belly a few times, and fingered her pussy. She moaned and encouraged him to finger her harder, wiggling her hips so gratefully, so erotically, until he was lunging in and out of her as hard as if he were fucking her pussy.

He was brimming with come. Beads of sweat broke in strands over his forehead and his stomach tightened. Hashma closed her thighs slightly, increasing the pressure of her tight ass on his cock. She grabbed his wrist and forced his fingers faster into her wet pussy. Hashma thrust her ass at him. He knew he would come. His chest muscles grew rigid, and the sight of Hashma's light brown breasts bobbing as she thrashed wildly drove him to the edge. Hashma screamed with mad desire and he spouted powerfully in her ass.

He finally collapsed on his back on the bed. Hashma's ass arched in the air and he watched streams of his own come pour from her hole down her thighs. She caught a handful of semen and licked her soaked fingers clean. She cuddled up next to him.

The door opened and Madame Kon entered, her heels clicking on the stone floor as she approached the bed. He laid naked with Hashma and was a little shocked that she would come in on them. He was unable to pull a sheet over his naked body before she reached the bed. She smiled at him and he choked out a smile. She reached to his lap and picked up his long cock, turning it to inspect it like a piece of fine steak. Completely against his will, it began to grow stiff in her hand, but, with a slight smile and a curt nod, she seemed to approve of it.

"I feel like a very lucky man."

"You should," Madame Kon said, as she let go of his penis. "Today you are the luckiest man in the world."

"You are," Hashma said, sitting up and taking his stiffening cock in her hand. "Many men have fought over the right to claim my virginity."

"Why?"

"Because the man who does has the first opportunity to ask for my hand in marriage."

He looked into her beautiful face, but felt only puzzled.

"Hasn't anyone ever asked before?"

"None has ever asked because I have never chosen anyone before you."

"Am I supposed to ask you to marry me?"

"That is up to you."

She watched his face while he thought about it for a moment.

"I wish to make you my wife for all eternity, Hashma, will you marry me?"

"Yes," she said, with tremendous joy.

She lowered her head and closed her mouth around the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and laid back on the bed, and Madame Kon nodded.

 

 

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