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Authors: Lindsey Brooks
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night, she might not be naked in his bath right now.
“I believe I met many people like your parents when I was in your country,” Jahngir said, “and their daughters - determined, ambitious girls very interested in wealth. Have you never had any ambitions?”
“To love and be loved,” Julia answered at once. Not that she ever expected to have it fulfilled when all the men she met only wanted to stare at her breasts. And why was she revealing it to him when she had never told a living soul before? She realized she had never thought about any sort of life but the one she had been brought up to expect – marriage, husband, children. That was what English girls did, after all, although Kate did not seem to believe it. “I always expected to become some man’s wife,” she ended lamely.
“As long as you got to choose him yourself, eh?” Jahngir took her hand and drew her down beside him. “Well, now you must learn to be some man’s concubine, and you need to practice.”
Julia winced. He had not pulled that punch, but her pussy prickled when she looked again at his groin.
“Kiss me first. That is a skill you need also.” His arm snaked out and pulled her close and she trembled as his warm body pressed against hers. Her mouth seemed to find his without her being aware of it. It moved moistly on his lips of its own accord, parted, drew gently upon them and then more eagerly. Hard flesh pressed against her belly. His tongue pushing into her mouth was only a momentary surprise before she responded in kind. She rubbed herself against him, feeling the strength in his hard muscles, his vigour and potency. His hand smoothed down her back and cupped her bottom, leaving her skin tingling where it had touched. Julia sighed against his lips as his hand slid down the cleft in her buttocks and stroked the pout of her intimate opening. Her breasts seemed to swell and felt achingly tender. A wonderful warmth filled her head as well as her pussy.
Her mouth still captured by his, she found herself rolled onto her back on the hard stone steps. The discomfort of his weight coming down on her meant nothing as she quivered excitedly. He was going to put it inside, Julia thought with a great rush of excitement. She was going to feel the power of that marvellous shaft filling her. Arousal made her wriggle wildly. She was ready. There was nothing she wanted more.
Her head spun.
Her mew of disappointment as his lips abandoned hers changed to a groan of pleasure when they traced a tingling trail of delight down her neck and breast to one stiff, pulsing nipple. He drew the hard point into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and drawing on it until it ached.
Julia ran her hands over his body, revelling in the feel of his warmth and strength. The faint voice of conscience was swamped by her surging excitement as Jahngir’s fingers slowly stroked their way up the insides of her trembling thighs towards the moistly eager core of her femininity.
His mouth found hers again, and this time it seemed natural that his tongue should thrust between her lips at the same moment his fingers pushed between her prickling petals and sent ecstatic shivers coursing within. She clasped him tighter, rubbing herself against his thickened flesh.
“Yes, oh yes,” Julia panted as his lips kissed their way to her breast once more. She was slick with dew and trembling in anticipation and desire. She rocked her hips and drew her legs wider apart. Jahngir’s rigidity slid over the sensitive skin of her thigh and she felt it nudging her quivering nether-lips as his fingers withdrew.
“Master,” Julia moaned breathily and knew she meant it. Her eyes opened and stared up into his. A dark, glittering flame of desire seemed to fill their depths. “Yes, Master,” Julia gasped, lifting, offering herself and feeling his pressure between her thighs increase until she ached with her need.
With a harsh growl, Jahngir Khan pulled himself from her embrace and got
“I believe I met many people like your parents when I was in your country,” Jahngir said, “and their daughters - determined, ambitious girls very interested in wealth. Have you never had any ambitions?”
“To love and be loved,” Julia answered at once. Not that she ever expected to have it fulfilled when all the men she met only wanted to stare at her breasts. And why was she revealing it to him when she had never told a living soul before? She realized she had never thought about any sort of life but the one she had been brought up to expect – marriage, husband, children. That was what English girls did, after all, although Kate did not seem to believe it. “I always expected to become some man’s wife,” she ended lamely.
“As long as you got to choose him yourself, eh?” Jahngir took her hand and drew her down beside him. “Well, now you must learn to be some man’s concubine, and you need to practice.”
Julia winced. He had not pulled that punch, but her pussy prickled when she looked again at his groin.
“Kiss me first. That is a skill you need also.” His arm snaked out and pulled her close and she trembled as his warm body pressed against hers. Her mouth seemed to find his without her being aware of it. It moved moistly on his lips of its own accord, parted, drew gently upon them and then more eagerly. Hard flesh pressed against her belly. His tongue pushing into her mouth was only a momentary surprise before she responded in kind. She rubbed herself against him, feeling the strength in his hard muscles, his vigour and potency. His hand smoothed down her back and cupped her bottom, leaving her skin tingling where it had touched. Julia sighed against his lips as his hand slid down the cleft in her buttocks and stroked the pout of her intimate opening. Her breasts seemed to swell and felt achingly tender. A wonderful warmth filled her head as well as her pussy.
Her mouth still captured by his, she found herself rolled onto her back on the hard stone steps. The discomfort of his weight coming down on her meant nothing as she quivered excitedly. He was going to put it inside, Julia thought with a great rush of excitement. She was going to feel the power of that marvellous shaft filling her. Arousal made her wriggle wildly. She was ready. There was nothing she wanted more.
Her head spun.
Her mew of disappointment as his lips abandoned hers changed to a groan of pleasure when they traced a tingling trail of delight down her neck and breast to one stiff, pulsing nipple. He drew the hard point into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and drawing on it until it ached.
Julia ran her hands over his body, revelling in the feel of his warmth and strength. The faint voice of conscience was swamped by her surging excitement as Jahngir’s fingers slowly stroked their way up the insides of her trembling thighs towards the moistly eager core of her femininity.
His mouth found hers again, and this time it seemed natural that his tongue should thrust between her lips at the same moment his fingers pushed between her prickling petals and sent ecstatic shivers coursing within. She clasped him tighter, rubbing herself against his thickened flesh.
“Yes, oh yes,” Julia panted as his lips kissed their way to her breast once more. She was slick with dew and trembling in anticipation and desire. She rocked her hips and drew her legs wider apart. Jahngir’s rigidity slid over the sensitive skin of her thigh and she felt it nudging her quivering nether-lips as his fingers withdrew.
“Master,” Julia moaned breathily and knew she meant it. Her eyes opened and stared up into his. A dark, glittering flame of desire seemed to fill their depths. “Yes, Master,” Julia gasped, lifting, offering herself and feeling his pressure between her thighs increase until she ached with her need.
With a harsh growl, Jahngir Khan pulled himself from her embrace and got
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