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

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

... to me.” Kyle grinned. “I wouldn't brook any backbiting. I want this.” “And I am just supposed to join in,” Hawaa sighed. “I am just supposed to love you and your women.” Kyle stroked her face. “Yes. Because that's what I want.” She turned her face away and he seized her chin, forcing her dark eyes to look at him. “You are mine. You submitted to me. I can do what I want to you. So you'll enjoy the delights being one of my women brings. You will savor your time with my wives and concubines, loving them like you love me.” She bit her lip. “Do I love you?” “You love being submissive to me,” Kyle grinned. “It's a start. Now fall to your knees.” “You want me to suck your cock.” “After you drink my piss.” Her dark eyes widened. “What...Master?” His fingers tightened. “Fall to your knees, put your mouth about my cock, and drink every drop, whore.” His eyes were intense, firm. He would brook no rebellion from her. She saw it, trembling in his grip, then she fell to her knees and the Sheikha of the Si'lat opened her mouth and engulfed his cock, her tongue hot as it swirled about the tip. Kyle relaxed his bladder. He groaned, his acrid piss flowing into her mouth. She gasped, swallowing as his urine flooded her mouth. It was so obscene listening to her wet swallows and watching urine escape out the corners of her lips. She was submitting to him. His cock grew hard. “Drink it, whore,” he hissed. “That's it. That's a good, fucking slut. You are mine. I will use you how I please. You'll ...

... drink my or any of my wives' piss.” She moaned her submission, swallowing another mouthful of piss. The stream dwindled and died. His hands gripped the side of her face, his cock thrusting deep into her mouth. His balls smacked her chin as he fucked Hawaa's face. Her hands reached around his waist, seizing his muscular ass, pulling him in deeper. “You're eager for my cum,” he groaned, caressing her temple with his thumb as his cock slid down her throat. “That's good. I love an eager slut.” She moaned about his cock, swallowing, her muscles massaging the head of his cock as he thrust deeper down her throat. Her lips were pressed into his curly pubes. He loved it. There was something beautiful about a woman submitting to his power. His cock drew back and he slammed it in deep. “Take it! Take every inch!” She groaned, sucking harder. Kyle's balls tightened. His cock itched. He closed his eyes and grunted. Hot cum shot out, his body shuddering with bliss with every pulse, shooting right into his slut's stomach. He buried his cock all the way into her throat, holding her head still as a second and third pulse flooded out of his cock. “Drink it all, slut!” he groaned. “Fuck!” A fourth, weak pulse erupted and Kyle let out a deep breath. He pulled his cock out. “I hope I pleased you, Master,” Hawaa purred, her tongue flashing out to lick up the mix of cum and piss that stained her lips. “Yes, you did, slut,” Kyle panted. “Now go and join the harem on the bed.” She glanced at the pile ...