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

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

... of sleeping women and nodded. She stood, went to the bed, and climbed on, pressing against Fumi's back, resting her head down. Kyle looked at the bed and didn't see Christy. Is she still reading her spell books? Kyle stepped into the antechamber, passing through a yellow, silk curtain. Sable lay curled naked on the floor, her head resting on a book. Christy sat cross-legged, leaning naked over a large book spread out before her. “Come to bed,” Kyle said. Christy started, letting out a squeak. “Kyle! Goddess, but you surprised me.” He smiled at her, kneeling down and closing her book. “That can wait until later. You're going to need your rest.” She looked up at him, a defiant cast crossing her eyes, then she yawned. “You're clearly tired.” “It's important,” she muttered. “I know.” Kyle reached out, scooping her up into his arms. “But so is what we do tomorrow.” She put her arm around his shoulders, smiling as he carried her. “You're right.” Her firm breast pressed against his chest, her nipple hardening. Her smile grew and she leaned up to kiss him on the lips. Her kiss was quick, but hot, sending a shiver that raced through him right to the tip of his hardening cock. He set her down on the bed between a pair of sleeping concubines—Toni and Mindy—and slid on top of her. “Umm, this is nice,” she purred, her body writhing beneath him, her legs parting. “I do love the feel of your solid body atop mine.” Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in to her. He groaned, ...

... shuddering as her pussy engulfed his shaft. She let out a satisfied moan, her hips writhing beneath him. His hips were slow, gentle, trying not to wake up the entire bed with their antics. Her pussy milked him, writhing about with wonderful pleasure. He buried into her, letting her squeezing cunt work his cock. It was so nice. He nuzzled at her neck, her legs hooking about his, sliding up and down. “Umm, your cock's so nice,” she purred, clenching her pussy down and relaxing. “So nice,” Kyle agreed, his eyes closing, savoring her sweet embrace. “I could stay like this forever.” “Liar,” she giggled. “You'd miss all the other cunts in this room.” He dozed atop her. Christy's cheek pressed against his. Her breathing grew softer, and she drifted off to sleep his cock impaled in her. He kissed her cheek, closing his eyes. His cock was hard and nestled in a warm, wonderful spot. Sleep stole over him and he drifted off. He dreamed of his mother beneath him, crying out how much she loved him and missed him. His cock throbbed in her wonderful embrace. He held her tight, not wanting to ever let her go. “I love you, mom.” “I'll always love you, Kyle,” she moaned, stroking his back. “Hold me!” His pleasure swelled and he came as he clutched her hard. Then she billowed away. Kyle gasped awake, his cock erupting into Christy's pussy. “I'm sorry, mom,” he whispered, pulling away from Christy and his women, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I'd do anything to get you back.” He sat there brooding for ...