The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Four: The Prison of the Sheikha - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Four: The Prison of the Sheikha

... hips, swirling the fake cock around to touch all the wonderful parts inside her. “Fuck her,” groaned Shannon. “She sucks so hard when you thrust in. Oh, Mistress. Keep nursing from me. I love it! The pleasure shoots right down to my pussy.” Christy nipped Shannon's hard nipple with her teeth, then sucked another mouthful of warm milk into her mouth. Shannon quavered and gasped, her fingers tightening in Christy's hair. The concubine was cumming just from being nursed. That made Christy so happy. Christy's pleasure swelled inside her, churned by Sable's wonderful thrusts. She let go of the nipple, Shannon falling back on the ground as she writhed. Christy looked over her shoulder. Sable looked so happy, her honey-blonde hair flying around her shoulders and her round breasts bouncing up and down. “Fuck me, slut! Make me cum so hard!” Sable's hands tightened on Christy's hips; her thrust hammered away. “Yes, Mistress! I love you. I live to please you.” “You're pleasing me so much!” Sable's green eyes flashed. Her back arched. “I'm cumming, Mistress! I'm so happy! Oh, yes!” Her thrusts grew erratic, but she kept pumping as her bliss shuddered through her. Christy slammed her hips back, squeezing her pussy tight around the dildo. The ridges stirred her nerves up, every thrust bringing her a little closer to erupting. “Fuck me! You're my whore! You'll do whatever the fuck I tell you to!” “Yes! Yours, Mistress! Always yours!” Sable buried the dildo into Christy's cunt. Her orgasm ...

... exploded. Bliss pummeled her mind. Stars danced before her eyes. She gasped and moaned, falling to the floor in a quivering ball of feminine delight. Sweat drenched her breasts, her chest heaved as she sucked in lungfuls of air. “That was what I needed.” Sable pressed against Christy, the wet dildo brushing Christy's hip. The concubine kissed her mistress on the lips and the pair held each other. Finally, Christy forced herself to sit up and grab the book. “Let's get back to work.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle woke up in the middle of the bed, surrounded by women. Most of his concubines and wives were piled on the expanded bed. Aaliyah tampered with the room, making it bigger so the extended bed could fit. He crawled out of the pile, trying to be careful not to disturb anyone, his cock half-hard. By the curtained openings that led out into the garden stood Lois and Chyna, both concubines nodded to him as they guarded the room. He needed to pee, and he wondered which concubine he would use. “It is so strange,” a voice whispered in the dark. Hawaa leaned against the wall staring at the bed. “What is?” Kyle asked, padding over to her. “Your harem. All your women enjoy being around each other.” She looked at the bed. “I've never heard of a harem where the women loved each other. They all plot and scheme, wanting to be their husband's most favored. It didn't matter if they were concubines or wives.” “My wives know I love them equally, and the concubines enjoy their submission ...