Alison certainly wants more.

We lay together on the comfortable hotel bed gradually recovering from the excitement of the night. It was Alison who finally broke the comfortable silence without even lifting her head from my chest.

“That was hot, Mr. P.” Her soft whisper was almost as sexy as her needy moans from earlier.

“You were right about my fantasies of being **** by powerful men are pretty much the same as those books, Mr. P.” As she talks her finger plays with the short grey hairs of my chest. “It still seems so wicked though. I don't think a godly man would want a wife into that kind of stuff.”

“Trust me, Angel.” I sigh contentedly, “Your husband is going to love having a wife who is into all kinds of sex.” I was blessed with a beautiful wife who liked sex a lot, but even at her peak Fran didn't hold a candle to Alison. Almost as if she wants to prove my unspoken thought, Alison looks up at me with a mischievous grin.

“In the book the Arabian Emir ends up marrying the American bridesmaid, but he doesn't have to - does he?” I'm still deep in my post-coital relaxation, but there's something in her tone that makes me perk up. “The Desert King could keep his prize locked up in his private harem to use anyway he wants.”

“Mmm, that sounds good.” I'm waking up a little now. “How many other pretty sex-slaves do you think he might have in his secret harem.” I've certainly had more than a few harem fantasies like this and the idea that this lovely blonde coed might just be one of many makes my cock start to swell again.

“Oh Mr. P, a powerful man like an Emir would need at least six or seven concubines.” She shifts her legs a little so her warm thigh can move up and down along my slowly hardening penis. “Not just for his own personal use, Sir. When he has visiting dignitaries from other countries or private petroleum companies, he could send those sex-slaves to serve the visitors in their beds.” She isn't wrong. Once again, I wonder if I should have had Alison read the ****-girl books from my private collection instead of the safer supermarket Harlequins.

“That young American woman wouldn't just let herself be passed around like that, would she?”

“Maybe not at first, Mr. P. She'd have to be broken in and learn her place in a man's world before the Emir could send her to serve some Western CEO.” The combination of her matter-of-fact assessment of modern-day white slavery is both alarming and exciting. “Of course, some of his Arab guests might like to tame a proud westerner who struggles and fights as he pins her to the bed. It would be like when the Holy land fell into Saracen hands all over again with a pale-skinned daughters of the Christian invaders to defile.”

“Wow, Honey.” The combination of the extra dose of Viagra and her sexy description has me almost ready to go all over again.