The desert beauty

Considering your options as you allow your gaze to wander across the eight beautiful women, all of which seem suitably eager to please you in any way. You note however, that their reactions to having your eyes feast upon are slightly different.

While the two sisters in red and gold tunics both seem pleased by your interest, and the big-chested blonde meets your gaze with a brazen one of her own when she spots how you pause to admire her ample chest, the white-haired beauty never once meets your eyes, not even when you stroke her exotic hair. The woman in silk veils seems equally reserved, her great dark eyes follow your every move, but when you look in her direction the immediately fall to the floor only to peek up at you the second your attention wanders. Is she shy, you wonder beneath the silk curtains or this this a game of seduction that she is playing at.

You had planned on using one of the Nubian women who had touched you so boldly in Drax's room, or perhaps the busty blonde with the huge rack and willing smile, but every time you look at one of the other women you find your gaze returning to the lithesome teen with the strange leather outfit that clings to her like a second skin. She had seemed eager enough for your attention earlier.

Just as you are about to lift the slender woman with her snakelike armor and lead her to a nearby couch, you feel a soft touch on the back of your knee. You look down in surprise at the doe-eyed woman in silks whose hand still rests on your leg.

"I can please you, Lord, in ways that these others cannot." Her voice is low and sensual and it sends a tremor through you like a musician plucking a string. The woman is pretty, with dusky skin and dark curly hair visible under the headdress with the dangling silver and gold coins. She doesn't have the remarkable hourglass shape of the blonde, but she is decidedly feminine. Not just her round tits or curvy hips and ass, but every part of her body is smooth and round. Her shoulders and thighs have a softness to them and her belly, completely uncovered except for a sparkle of a diamond dangling from her navel, curves gracefully under the silks that cover her hips and loins. She is certainly one of the most attractive women you've ever seen, but so are all the other women in this room.

As if reading your mind she continues. "I have been raised from birth to please men. My mother and her mother before her served in the desert sultans harems, their secrets are mine as well." Her words cause you to consider her again.

"Stand up." You order, "show me one of these skills that only you know." The woman rises to her feet as smoothly as water flowing, the scarves covering her body shimmering as they float gently to her side. When she is on her feet her face is just below yours and as she lifts her thick black lashes the dark eyes find yours and you feel heat building in your groin just from her gentle gaze. You feel like you have bonded with her without even saying a word.

Lifting her hand she places her graceful fingers in yours, and as your fingers close around hers you note how perfectly each nail is manicured as well as the softness of her fingertips as they rest on your calloused palm. Your will melts and your knees feel weak as her eyes stay locked with yours.

"Come sit, my Lord and I will show you a thing you may have never seen." She guides you to a comfortable couch and when you sit she kneels at your feet resting a hand confidently on your thigh.

"Have you felt a woman's mouth on your manhood?" She asks as her hands work to loosen the girdle around your waist. You nod back at her with a confident grin, a blow job would be a good start. "Good, my Lord. Then let me show you how I was taught to mouth a warrior like you." Her voice is low, but even the whispered words seem to ring in your ears like a cymbal. Far away you hear the faint mutterings of the other slaves and sense movement in the room, but none of it seems real. What has become most important is the touch of her soft hand on your cock and the way her lips glisten when the veil is removed from her face. Then she leans forward and those plump lips kiss the head of your cock and begin to tease you in a truly unique fashion.

This is no herky-jerky blow job whose purpose is to make you erupt as quickly as possible; you've had your share of whores sucking both the cum out of your balls and the silver out of your purse in an efficient business-like manner. This woman is worshiping your cock with her entire being, her hands, tongue and lips play you like a musical instrument, even the way her eyes gaze up at you make you feel like a king. When she swallows the entire length in one fluid motion and uses the fluttering of her throat to stimulate your shaft you almost explode, but before you fill her belly she returns again to the nibbling and licking that eases you back from the edge. Two more times she builds you right to the point where you cannot stop and then brings you back to a just tolerable point. Somehow in this process multiple layers of silk veils have been freed from her body and now she is wearing only one final gossamer layer that is so sheer that you can see the clean shaven pussy between her soft thighs.

"My Lord, you are truly a man of monumental self control," She murmurs softly as she rests her cheek on your thigh and gazes up at you in admiration, "but I cannot help myself any longer." Her fingers are still playing with the saliva coated shaft and with each touch you think you are going to cum all over this desert beauty. "My Lord, I want your essence, in my belly, on my face and breasts or even deep inside my core, please my Lord don't keep yourself from me." It was certainly crap, the cynical part of your brain tries to tell you, this sexy whore could have had you cumming five times over by now if she had let you, but you'd much rather listen to the woman than your own inner self.

"Please, merciful Master," she continues, "how may I receive your gift of life?"