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guitar. The nay was a flute and could sound
hauntingly beautiful.
"We will have a fine evening with all the accomplished
musicians," cried Gameela, happily trying on her beautiful jewel-toned
clothes.
Nahweh, the West African girl with dark skin, chose a deep
blue outfit that complimented her.
The women stood around in small groups, discussing the
upcoming concert and ready to attend the party, as Katharine approached
Bashasha.
"Bashasha, may I speak with you?" Katharine asked.
"Of course, little one, what is it?" Bashasha
asked her.
"May I stay behind for a little while? I never have any
time to myself and don ’ t
enjoy public bathing. It's very uncomfortable for me," she said. Katharine
struggled with her frustration.
Bashasha tried to stem her impatience. She had heard that
the English were a cold, restrained people, and Katharine seemed ashamed of her
own body.
"As it's a concert, everyone will be there. ” Katharine continued. “ The sheik has planned
dozens of activities and will have no need of me. I will certainly not be
missed. Please," she lowered her voice at this last request.
Bashasha watched as the other women made their way down to
the quiet gardens and knew that Katharine would not be missed.
"All right little one. You are excused, but only for a
short while. When you have bathed and are ready, please join us. I don't want
the other women accusing me of favoritism and I certainly don't want to explain
your absence, should anyone ask. I will say the sheik asked for you."
"Thank you, Bashasha," she said. Katharine watched
the last of the women leave the harem and sighed with relief.
***
Mohammed had been watching the women leave for their concert
from his private balcony high above. He noticed his favorites leave, and then
the kindly Bashasha exited, but he failed to see the little falcon.
He had rested poorly the night before. Her lips beckoned him
into a fitful sleep and had he not been an educated man, he would have been
convinced of witchcraft. He relived their bath again and again in his mind and
could not escape it. Her hair smelling of vanilla, her soft lips underneath his
and urging him on no matter what she said. Her breasts and hips curving into
his own body and his cock, even now, hard and thrusting forward, wanting to
tear into her body. He wanted to feel the rippled walls of her tight pussy as
she lifted her legs around his waist. He would relish the feel of her nails on
his back as she raked them, leaving her mark on him. He would claim her
virginity as no other man had or would and watch her grow round with his son,
the next sheik.
***
Katharine bolted the door behind the women and began to
ready herself for the bath.
Mohammed walked down the tiled corridor and into a small
hallway that twisted and turned awkwardly. It led into a secret panel that
opened into the bathing area of the harem. The panel had small holes that were
part of a decoration on the harem side but in actuality served as peeping
holes.
His father had been a sexual man like himself, but had been
particularly fond of voyeurism. He had loved to watch his harem beauties
bathing and coupling in intercourse with visiting dignitaries. He enjoyed
hearing the moans and grunts of the men and women while in the act of sex. He
especially loved to listen as the women were rammed and filled to the brim in
group acts and loved watching them being filled in the mouth with thick cock.
He liked the women who would cry out and then turn into
wanton bitches, enjoying the hard cocks and pushing back, wanting more.
His father's favorite passion had been watching women
experience anal sex for the first time. He had loved to hear them scream, cry,
beg to stop, and then beg to continue. The young girls would at first cry that
they had never taken it up there. Then, the men would tear into the little
holes, trying not to hurt but unable to stop. The women would beg them to stop,
but then, as the men guided their asses lovingly, the
hauntingly beautiful.
"We will have a fine evening with all the accomplished
musicians," cried Gameela, happily trying on her beautiful jewel-toned
clothes.
Nahweh, the West African girl with dark skin, chose a deep
blue outfit that complimented her.
The women stood around in small groups, discussing the
upcoming concert and ready to attend the party, as Katharine approached
Bashasha.
"Bashasha, may I speak with you?" Katharine asked.
"Of course, little one, what is it?" Bashasha
asked her.
"May I stay behind for a little while? I never have any
time to myself and don ’ t
enjoy public bathing. It's very uncomfortable for me," she said. Katharine
struggled with her frustration.
Bashasha tried to stem her impatience. She had heard that
the English were a cold, restrained people, and Katharine seemed ashamed of her
own body.
"As it's a concert, everyone will be there. ” Katharine continued. “ The sheik has planned
dozens of activities and will have no need of me. I will certainly not be
missed. Please," she lowered her voice at this last request.
Bashasha watched as the other women made their way down to
the quiet gardens and knew that Katharine would not be missed.
"All right little one. You are excused, but only for a
short while. When you have bathed and are ready, please join us. I don't want
the other women accusing me of favoritism and I certainly don't want to explain
your absence, should anyone ask. I will say the sheik asked for you."
"Thank you, Bashasha," she said. Katharine watched
the last of the women leave the harem and sighed with relief.
***
Mohammed had been watching the women leave for their concert
from his private balcony high above. He noticed his favorites leave, and then
the kindly Bashasha exited, but he failed to see the little falcon.
He had rested poorly the night before. Her lips beckoned him
into a fitful sleep and had he not been an educated man, he would have been
convinced of witchcraft. He relived their bath again and again in his mind and
could not escape it. Her hair smelling of vanilla, her soft lips underneath his
and urging him on no matter what she said. Her breasts and hips curving into
his own body and his cock, even now, hard and thrusting forward, wanting to
tear into her body. He wanted to feel the rippled walls of her tight pussy as
she lifted her legs around his waist. He would relish the feel of her nails on
his back as she raked them, leaving her mark on him. He would claim her
virginity as no other man had or would and watch her grow round with his son,
the next sheik.
***
Katharine bolted the door behind the women and began to
ready herself for the bath.
Mohammed walked down the tiled corridor and into a small
hallway that twisted and turned awkwardly. It led into a secret panel that
opened into the bathing area of the harem. The panel had small holes that were
part of a decoration on the harem side but in actuality served as peeping
holes.
His father had been a sexual man like himself, but had been
particularly fond of voyeurism. He had loved to watch his harem beauties
bathing and coupling in intercourse with visiting dignitaries. He enjoyed
hearing the moans and grunts of the men and women while in the act of sex. He
especially loved to listen as the women were rammed and filled to the brim in
group acts and loved watching them being filled in the mouth with thick cock.
He liked the women who would cry out and then turn into
wanton bitches, enjoying the hard cocks and pushing back, wanting more.
His father's favorite passion had been watching women
experience anal sex for the first time. He had loved to hear them scream, cry,
beg to stop, and then beg to continue. The young girls would at first cry that
they had never taken it up there. Then, the men would tear into the little
holes, trying not to hurt but unable to stop. The women would beg them to stop,
but then, as the men guided their asses lovingly, the
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