The Dancing Girl...

I lay behind her now, Master still imbedded within her. Her skin like silk under my hands, as I let them massage and wander. My pussy against her tight little ass. God, she was so beautiful, so sexy, so inoccent, and so lucky it was Master who was here tonight. She would not be so inoccent when the dawn broke. Never had I seen a man with more control then him. He could go a long time before releasing his seed, and then still knew ways to please a woman. I nuzzled her shoulder, my eyes meeting his as He began slowly thrusting again. I moaned and bit my lip. I could almost feel him within me too. I let my arms slip around her, cupping her breasts in each hand. My fingers lightly tracing her soft curve.
 
My body responded to his thrusting, and came alive to her touch. The old women of my father's court had lied to me. They had made me fear intimacy with a man, but I didn't fear this, I craved it. Her hands caressed my breasts, and I felt my nipples begin to tingle. I reached back, my hand smoothing over her hip. I pulled her closer to me, wanting to feel more.
 
I cuddled closer, her hand on my hip telling me her desire had awakened. I would do everything I could to fan the flames I knew she had in her. Maybe Master would keep this one for awhile, forever.
 
the shiek

Languidly, I slid slowly out of the fair one's warm tunnel. Still close, my hands brushed my long time slave's hands, twined, and caressed; almost as one. I bent my head; kissed the fair one's eyes and cheeks. I slid a hand over her belly and let my fingertips tease. I wanted her to experience delights of the body she had never dreamt of. Her pleasure would soon only heighten my own. As I caressed her tummy my hand slipped to her flank - and then to the soft curves of the ass pressed against her from behind...
 
His strong hand on my ass pulled me closer. My pussy rubbing against her bare ass. I started kissing and nibbling her back and shoulders. She was sweet, and salty. With a hint of spice. I wondered what her pussy was like. I would know soon. I knew Master would have me clean her when he was done. I shivered in anticipation. She was going to love being his slave, once she gave herself completely.
 
The slow thrusting of his body, and her love bites and wondering hands made me moan. It was very erotic, being trapped between the two of them. I tentatively wiggled my hips against them, my own hands wandering over his back and shoulders, and moving to her hips. Reaching as far back as I could, I found her ass. His fingers were teasing me and my hand grasped her firm ass, giving me an anchor that I despriatly needed.
 
the shiek

With a groan, I disentangled myself and knelt beside them. My hands pressed both slaves over on their backs. My fingers slid slowly from their tummies to the bare slits below. My eyes locked on them both as I slipped a finger into their hot centers. Then, I slowly withdrew my fingers. I crossed my hands and offered each of them a chance to taste the other's nectar.

Smiling, I murmered, "Play a bit, my lovlies. I want to watch. Then I will join you for more pleasure." I looked my long time slave right in the eyes as I spoke. Unspoken communication told her that I was offering her a reward for her loyal service......
 
Her taste on his fingers. I almost swooned. Sweeter then I had ever imagined. I held her hand tightly as he spoke.
His look to me was a delight, and a release. I was allowed to play, to teach her. Tohelp her explore herself.
She blushed, realizing it too.
I placed my finger on her lips as she started to protest.
"Shhh... I won't hurt you. It hasn't so far has it? I promised you pleasure, promised you he was gentle and sweet and loving. But lets not cross him. He wants to see us play. To touch. Have you ever touched a woman before?"
I had seen the noble daughters in their play, and wondered if she too had explored that avenue.
 
I shook my head at her, my skin on fire from my blush. Touched a woman? I had never even touched myself, except to wash. The older women had called it dirty, and told me that it belonged to whoever my husband would be. It didn't even belong to me. I could only watch as her mouth slowly decended to meet mine.
 
"Oh sweetness, my little darling." I smiled as I lowered my mouth to hers, remembering the first time I had ever been touched by a woman. The first time anyone had ever touched me with kindness in my whole life. She had been much older, and experienced, also a slave. The nights we had stolen precious and dear. I thought of her still, and wondered where she was sometimes. a prayer to the Gods once again for her friendship, and wisdom. She had taught me much of loving, and survival as a slave.
Her mouth was still, though I flicked my tongue along her lips. she tasted of wine and honey. Slowly she opened them to me, and I almost smiled. Her body pressing against mine, without her even knowing. I knew he was watching, knew he loved this, this "forbidden" lovemaking. But nothing should be forbidden, especially the sweet tenderness it could be between two woman. Their bodies each knowing better then anyone ese could, what was best, and most desired. it was hard to move slow, and easy. But i forced my mind to wander, not to push her too fast. There would be all night, and many others, if I knew my Master.
 
Her tongue entered my mouth, exploring each part of it tenderly. I meekly welcomed her, dancing with her. I thought I felt her smile against my lips. My hands, of their own will it seemed, explored her shoulders and back. Her skin was soft, and her body supple, so different from him. I rubbed up and down, moving down to the base of her spine, before I moved them to her stomach, it was flat and toned. My hands moved up, wanting so much to touch her lovely breasts. I cupped them gently, running my fingers over her nipples, pinching them slightly, just as she had done to me. I heard her moan slightly into my mouth and I smiled. I was a very quick learner.
 
I rolled her over onto her back, and lay half on and half off her. Leaving her body open for exploration. I smiled down at her. Those pouting red lips, her tongue licking out. Again I lowered my mouth to hers, but a bit more forceful this time.
Patience, I whispered to myself, patience.
Myhands slid down her body, and though I wanted her to keep stroking and touching me, I needed to learn what got to her best. She was so sweet, I guessed long teasing, sweet touches. I let my fingers trace light circles around each nipple. They responded with a crinkle, and an arch of her back. One of her hands caught in my hair, unconsciously trying to pull me to her breast.
Slowly I kissed down her face, the tip of her chin, her long neck. She pulled her head back to allow me better access. I smiled, for she was mine now. Her passion over riding any concern about her nobility, her position, her family.
Mine to treasure and love, to teach and guide.
 
Her teasing drove me crazy, and sent shivers up and down my spine. She nibbled on my neck, sucking at it gently. My fingers tangled in her hair, and I moved with her as she headed toward my breasts. Her mouth touched one and then the other nipple and they became so hard that they ached. She finally drew on hard bud into her mouth, and I moaned in satisfaction. Sensation spiraled through my body and my back arched wanting more from her mouth. She gave me what I wanted moving on the the other nipple. Her mouth returned to mine, and I raved her mouth, trying in some way to show her what she had made me feel.
 
OOC: You okay Thor? Is it hot in here, or is it just me?

IC:
I kissed my way to her nipples, teasing and licking each one. Finally drawing one in between my teeth. Her moans and body were turning me on, driving me. Her light touch on my head turned to fingers twined as we kissed again. Her tongue thrusting deep into my mouth. She was a fast learner, a very fast one. I lost myself in my passion for her. Letting my hands wander. One cupping a breast, and the other circling her navel, lightly teasing till I reached her pussy. She bit down on my lip as I laid my hand on her, squeezing the mound. Her curls tickling my palm.
 
I could feel myself loosing control. My body was no longer mine to control. My passion was taking over, and it became a hunger. Her hands teased me wandering lower and lower until she touched where she had started a fire. My hips jeaked a little as she parted my petals searching for my core. Her fingers teased and tormented. My body was streached tight like a rope on the verge of breaking, waiting for the knife to cut it loose.
 
I felt her arching her back, trying to get more contact. Heard her moans as her desire and passion were fanned by my light touches. I knew he was watching, knew it excited him. To please him, and guide her, I would have to move slowly. I suckled at her breast awhile, reveling in the soft silkiness of her skin. Her scent almost spicey as I licked away the light sheen of sweat.
I was in a heat to taste her pussy, but slowly would get there. For now I kept my hand on her, my fingers lightly moving so their tips teased her swollen lips.
 
Her slow movements were slowly driving me to insanity. My body demanded release, and her fingers teased my lips. I moaned as her mouth moved lower licking at my skin, it seemed like she had a mouth of fire. I pushed my hips closer to her fingers, but she just moved them away. My fists clenched in the pillows trying for some control, but I knew she was in control now. She controlled my every feeling.
 
As she moaned and twisted beneath my hand I smiled. I wanted to devour this young darling. To plunge into her depths and make her mine. But she was not mine, she was my Masters. I leaned in and captured a hard nipple between my lips, nipping it slightly. At the same time I slipped a finger into her, she was so wet and aroused it slid like satin. her cries brought him to our side. I felt him kneeling beside us.
 
the shiek

The moans and cries of the fair one filled the room. My long time playmate's ministrations were driving her wild. The touch of a woman was so different that the way a man made love..... I moved to them and knelt... My hands caressed my playmate's firm breasts as my lips touched the base of her neck. As my tongue touched her soft earlobe I whispered, "Teach her well. She is yours for the night. When I return, I will want you both." As I spoke, my fingertips stroked her pebble hard nipples. With reluctance, I rose, my shaft semi-erect, and pulled my robe about my body. Before I left, I knelt once again and kissed the fair one softly on her lips. "Enjoy, fair one. She will lift you to heights of pleasure you cannot dream of." With those words, I rose, and walked to the doorway - the curse of command heavy upon my shoulders. The cursed Spanish were moving closer by the day. Our defenses needed my attention - even at the expense of my own pleasure. The Caliph spoke wisely when he said, "Prepare for war, and you may yet have peace."
 
OOC Is that peace or piece?

Faithful slave:

His words broke my heart, and I watched him walk away. I hated this, hated the fact he had made me love him. My life revolved around him. My passion crushed as the curtain fell behind him.
Only her hand on my cheek brought me back.
I smiled down at her. Her eyes timid and shy.
"Mmmm. You and I alone now. No male to rush and blunder in."
I leaned down and began nibbling on her neck again, licking the sweat off her. Her saltiness a spice to me. Stretching full length beside her I folded her into my arms.
"I will not force you, or take you. I want to love you, and teach you loving. But, only if this is what you desire." I knew the answer. Could feel it in her trembling body, and see it in her eyes. But I waited just the same.
 
Her arms folded around me, and I felt safe, protected, and very loved. My body trembled with a new found passion, and my lips whispered against her ear, "Show me, my love." I knew in that moment that I did love her. She treated me with gentleness and respect, and I needed her more than I ever thought possible.
 
I pulled her closer, her body fitting into mine nicely. Cuddling her I just held her awhile. Our passions softly ebbing away. There was no rush, no hurry. Master would be gone a long time, maybe even days. Suddenly I wanted to cry. No one had ever spoken softly to me like her. I wondered if she could ever come to like me a little, for me. Not because he had told her too, but because she truly liked me.
Only the Master had ever been kind to me, ever shown he was aware I may have feelings of my own, needs of my own. But even he didn't know my dreams and fears. The nightmares that woke me in the night.
"Let's go bathe again, I am chilled by the night air." Hugging her again.
 
OOC: I'm leaving for SC on Saturday, and will be back on the 11th. I'll see you then.


IC:

"A bath sounds heavenly." She lead me to the bathing chamber and I proceeded her into the water. I held my hand out to her, smiling softly at her. There was something special about this woman, something she hid from the world. I wanted to show her how much I appreciated her kindness, and how much she meant to me.

I sat along the edge and placed her in front of me. I wrapped my legs and arms around her, holding her tight, and just sitting, my hand softly playing with her breasts. Her skin was soft, and smelled heavenly. I kissed her shoulder, running my tongue over her skin. She tasted even better.

"Relax and I will wash you." She looked a little suprised at my words, but she did not resist when I began massaging her head, washing her long beautiful hair. She was so different from me. Dark where I was light, spicy and sweet at the same time. Passionate and gentle. I had never cared about anyone like I did her. She was perfect, a beautiful desert blossom.

I continued my ministrations, washing and massaging her body. "You are beautiful." my words were whispered, and I couldn't quite believe I had said them. I felt the blush stain my cheeks, and I felt a little panicked. Had I over stepped my bounds? Would she cast me away for my words?
 
I was stunned into stillness. Beautiful? me? I was not, I was a slave. I pulled away, not wanting her to see the tears. but she turned my head back to her.
"No Mistress. Though in name they call you slave. You are my Mistress. I am a slave, only a slave. To be used and to serve. When my age sets in, and my body no longer appeals to anyone, I shall do menial work, then, when older and unable to even do the small things I shall be cast to the animals as food, and sport. It is the way. That is not beautiful. You are. Your eyes shine with a radiance, a freedom inside you they can never take away." I kissed her gently. My hand stroking her cheek.
 
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