CABALLERO DEL NORTE - Sex Stories

CABALLERO DEL NORTE

... over the whole of her. Though technically well covered in a loose top and pantaloons from neck to wrists to ankles, the pale, silky material was diaphanous enough that even in this light her form was subtly visible. It was scandalous, and it fired him.

She again seemed surprised by the question. She bit her lip, a gesture he immediately took a liking to on her. Her eyes were now steadily on him, clearly trying to figure out what he wanted to hear versus what answer she could believably get away with giving him. He wasn't interested in that game. "Truth. I speak truth, you speak truth. No punish."

She tilted her head slightly on her graceful neck, almost but not quite a doubting look. "Two years, sidi. I was a kitchen girl in Tunis, but then..." she paused; he knew the missing words were 'but then someone noticed my looks'. "I was sold, twice, untouched, before...before I found myself here."

Vistruario pursed his lips; had she sounded petulant when she said the word untouched? "Well, now you are no sell by greedy merchant, buy for fat petty-king. You are win in war and claim by Christian warrior." There was a gleam in her eyes at that. Vistruario smiled, knowing he had said the right thing.

"As you say sidi. I am at your service." The gleam was still in her eyes, and there was honey in her voice as she said the words.

He folded his arms. "Then come here. Serve me."

She slid to her feet in one graceful motion. Slowly she swayed towards him and pressed herself ...

... against his side, looking up at him. Vistruario was tall, powerfully built, with sandy hair and light eyes. He was a man who depended on the force he could deliver with his body, who used a mace so he could crush the armor and bodies of his opponents. She was a swan pressed against a bull.

"How would sidi like to be served?" Coyness now seasoned the honey as her eyes gleamed up at him. He slid an arm around her waist and chuckled. She smiled in return.

"Often." With that, he pulled her against him and leaned down, kissing her brusquely.

"Oh, sidi," she murmured when he finally broke away and began to nibble at her neck, his large hands roving across her form. Her hands began to explore him in turn, moving up and down the hard, strong torso. "So different from what I have known."

"You is serve true man now." He pushed her back, then down to her knees while taking her hand and pressing it against his turgid cock. "This need serve too."

"Of course, sidi, oh, of course." She reached under his tunic and pulled at his smallclothes, again biting her lip as she freed his thick, meaty member. The sight of that made him twitch in her hand. Oh yes, he was now dearly fond of that expression on her features.

She began to stroke him, soft hand looking obscenely miniscule around the girth of his hard cock. "Mmm, you hand is good, Irene."

"My poor warrior, has no one served his mighty weapon in a while?" His cock did indeed resemble a weapon, a fleshy club. She shot him ...