The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior

... was gathered in rows and rows of tight braids that ran down her scalp. Her breasts were round, pressing against the blue, long-sleeved shirt she wore. “How are you doing?” “Fine.” The older girl nodded. Her dark eyes were as gentle as a gazelle. “How is your husband?” “Kyle's doing great,” Aaliyah lied—he was hurting inside, the guilt over losing three of his wives was eating away at him. “It must be wild being married to a guy with all those girlfriends.” “Concubines,” Aaliyah corrected. “It's like being a very submissive wife. One that's just so eager to please.” Teleisia's cheeks grew slightly darker and she licked her lips. Aaliyah reached out, stroking her face. She could be assertive if she needed to be. She was the daughter of a Sheikh after all, and the wife of a future Sultan. “You have such beautiful skin,” Aaliyah purred. “Thank you.” Her eyes were downcast, but something flashed inside them. She took a deep breath, and channeled her husband. “You're just a horny slut looking for someone strong to take you by the scruff of the neck and make you howl with pleasure.” Teleisia froze, swallowed, and shivered. She leaned in to the Black girl's ear. “I want you to take off your shirt and bra. I want to see those beautiful tits of yours.” “But we're in—” She reached, squeezing Teleisia's breast through her shirt. “The only sounds I want to hear from your lips are cries of passion and 'yes, Mistress', okay?” Silence. She squeezed her tit harder, feeling her nipple ...

... through shirt and bra. “Understand?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Then take your shirt and bra off.” “Yes, Mistress.” Aaliyah's pussy felt on fire, and she couldn't wait for her new concubine's tongue to put out her inferno. Teleisia ripped her shirt off, looking around fearfully. Only Corey was paying attention, and even he looked away as Mrs. Skinner began her lesson. Aaliyah wasn't supposed to use her powers for herself, but she was free to interpret her Master's orders as she saw fit. Teleisia's bra came off and Aaliyah licked her lips. In these modern times she might very well be classified as a lesbian, for she loved women. Of course, she loved her husband, and very much enjoyed their lovemaking, but she would always lust after other women. Teleisia's breasts were round, her nipples as dark as her flesh, and they were perky, the nipples upswept. I wonder if Kyle is having as much fun. She peaked into her husband's thoughts. *Lexie's is so hot I wonder what her tits look like beneath that fuzzy sweater round and pink with hard nipples I could suck them while fucking her squeezing her tits I could wish to fuck her but that would be a deceit a trickery it wouldn't be right I do wish I could see her tits* Well, he had thought the W word. She sent out her will, touching Lexie's mind. Done, she sent. Aaliyah smiled, feeling her husband's conflict. He wanted to rescind the wish, but he also wanted to see her tits. Lust won out. He concentrated on the tits so much, she could see them in his ...