Guilty Pleasures (28 page)

The sultan nodded. “He took your virginity,” he said. It was more a statement than a question.

Hestia nodded. “Yes.”

“Good! Initiating virgins is a boring project at best. All the hysteria and weeping. I do not have a large harem, and I have abstained from my women ever since this treaty between your father and me was initiated. I intend to spend the next few days here at the oasis with you. Understand that you will be on your back much of that time. You are more beautiful than I anticipated, and I am eager to fuck you. And there is the matter of an heir for Sherazad.”

“Of course, my lord,” Hestia murmured.

He led her through a curtained hallway in the tent to a separate chamber. “Do you need your woman?” he asked.

Hestia shook her head as she stepped into the curtained space. Looking about, she gasped, amazed. There was a small pool with a low rock waterfall in one corner. “How . . . ?” She looked to the sultan.

“We know this oasis well,” he replied. “I had the pavilion set up in such a manner that the pool with its falls was enclosed. I am pleased that you like it.”

“I do!” Hestia told him. Taking her gaze from the water, she saw that the chamber contained a large mattress covered in black silk that had been set upon a platform, some low tables, and a number of silk pillows in jeweled shades of ruby, emerald, amethyst, sapphire, and aquamarine.
Ohh,
Tiffy thought
, this place is just made for seduction.
The princess turned to face her new husband. “Shall I disrobe for you, my lord sultan?”

He nodded. “And when you have, you will undress me, Hestia.”

“As my lord wishes,” she replied obediently. The kaftan had a keyhole neckline, and below it was a row of cleverly hidden buttons. She undid the buttons, stepping from the garment when they were all undone and laying it aside. Next she quickly undid the narrow braids on either side of her head, putting aside the bejeweled chains that had been plaited into them. Then, shaking her head slightly, she shook her long golden hair free.

His deep blue eyes followed her every move, admiring both the perfection of her body and the beauty of her long hair.

Now she turned to undress the sultan. First she removed the turban from his dark head, smiling as she ran her fingers through his thick, wavy hair. Next came the white shirt, which opened to reveal a smooth bronzed chest. She ran her hands over his skin, pushing the shirt over his broad shoulders and from him. She undid his bejeweled sash and, kneeling, drew down his full pantaloons, lifting his feet in turn from the legs of the garment to find herself facing his swelling cock.

His hands rested upon her shoulders. “Do you know what to do?” he asked her.

“Yes, my lord sultan.”

“Then do it, Hestia. Slowly, using your tongue skillfully. When I command you to cease, you will do so immediately, arise, and go to the bed, where you will lie upon your belly with your bottom raised for my pleasure. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, my lord sultan.” God! He had a wonderful cock. It was long, and it was thickening before her eyes. Hestia took it between her thumb and forefinger and circled her tongue around the edge of its tip two or three times. Then she took just the tip into her mouth, sucking hard on it, hearing his sharp intake of breath. Slowly, slowly, she engulfed him bit by delicious bit until she had almost absorbed his entire length. She might have taken him all into her mouth, but it would have made it difficult to suck. She began to work her mouth and tongue over, around, and about the fleshy peg between her lips. She felt the fingers of one hand kneading deeply into her scalp.

Hestia heard his quickened breathing, and even a groan of satisfaction, but then his deep voice commanded her, “Stop!” She did so reluctantly. Then, rising to her feet, she went to the bed and lay upon her belly, drawing her knees up beneath her. She was wet, and she was eager for him now. He came up behind her, a big hand reaching beneath her to cup her mons. To her own surprise, she moaned eagerly.

He laughed, then pushed a finger between her nether lips and found her clitoris. “Is it always this big?” he asked her, not really expecting an answer. “What an eager little bitch you are, Hestia. I think we will very much enjoy each other tonight.” He tweaked the flesh, and she screamed softly as a bolt of pleasure slammed into her. “Do you want to be fucked, Princess of Cinnabar?” he teased her wickedly.

“Oh, yes, my lord sultan!” she admitted to him. “I want to be skewered by that great cock of yours. It has been forever since I have enjoyed a man. Not since Ali died.”

Her admission pleased him. “I will fuck you as he never did, Princess of Cinnabar,” he told her, “and you will scream for the entire camp to hear with your admittance of the pleasure that I, and I alone, can give you.”

“Then cease your talk, my lord sultan, and prove to me your words!” Hestia challenged her new husband. She felt him position himself. Then, without any further foreplay, he drove himself deep into her eager body. She cried out at his fierce entry and the sudden realization that his hand was on her neck, holding her in a submissive position as he thrust deeper and deeper, harder and harder into her.

Wow,
Tiffy thought.
This guy really knows how to work it. He wasn’t bragging. Geez, Carla was right. It’s better when it’s not Joe.

“Submit to me, Hestia,” the sultan growled in her ear. “Submit to your master!”

“Not yet!” she gasped. “Not yet!”

“You are too greedy,” he accused her.

“Can you not hold your seed in check any longer, my lord sultan?” she taunted.

“I will pour myself into you a half dozen times before the dawn comes, Princess of Cinnabar,” he promised her, and his cadence quickened until she was gasping with the pleasure that was threatening to consume her.

“Scream for me, Princess of Cinnabar,” he said. “I can already feel the walls of your sheath beginning to quiver with excitement. Scream for me!”

She climaxed as she never had before. Waves of pleasure rippled over her, making her dizzy. She felt his cock stiffen and then burst with his lust for her, and Hestia screamed with the delight that they were giving and had given each other. Perhaps not as loud as he would have wanted her to scream, but loud enough for the guards outside the entry to the pavilion to hear and to grin at the vocal evidence of their master’s prowess.

Ping! Ping! Ping! The Channel is now closing.

“Crap!” Tiffany swore softly as she found herself in her own bed again. “That’s the shortest eight hours I’ve ever known.”
Well,
she thought,
I did have to set the backstory for this fantasy.
Then she realized she was lying on her belly, which was something a woman rarely did at her age. She rolled over. She felt a little guilty that her fantasy lover hadn’t had Joe’s face. And he sure hadn’t had Joe’s middle-aged body. Still, all in all, it had been a highly successful evening in the Channel. She could hardly wait for tomorrow night to come. Her clitoris twitched with the lascivious thoughts she was entertaining. But tonight’s adventure had to have been the most intense she had ever had in the Channel. And she had liked it. Oh, yeah! She had liked it very much.

Her sultan was a very bad boy, but she had enjoyed his macho tactics. His hand on her nape as he fucked her had been strangely exciting. Tiffy shivered. She had never known the Channel to be quite so thrilling. And all because she hadn’t imagined Joe’s face as the face of her lover. For the first time since she had begun visiting the Channel all those years ago, she felt as if she had done something bad. But she knew she was going to do it again and again. Her sultan was fascinating, and she hadn’t learned enough about him yet to be bored. She seriously doubted that his skillful dick would ever bore her. After she managed to calm her thoughts, Tiffy fell asleep.

Carla called Thursday afternoon. “I’m on my cell in Bergdorf’s loo,” she said. “How was it without the guy having Joe’s face? Tell me you changed the face.”

“I did,” Tiffy admitted.

“And?”

“Dy-no-mite!” Tiffy giggled.

“Details, damn it!” Carla demanded.

“It was the first time I’ve done this fantasy. I put it on the B button, but I had to play out the backstory last night. Still, I managed to get one great fuck in before the Channel closed. He had me on my belly with his hand on my neck holding me down. God, if Joe did that, I’d be so embarrassed, but being the seventeen-year-old princess of Cinnabar with a sultan for a bridegroom, I somehow managed to soldier on,” Tiffy said.

“He did that to a virgin?”

“Princess Hestia, the Star of Cinnabar, isn’t a virgin. She’s a widow,” Tiffy explained. “And not having had a man since Ali died, she was hot to trot with the sultan.”

“You want more of it?” Carla asked.

“You betcha,” Tiffy replied. “This guy and I have only just started to have fun. I’ll be back in the Channel in just four more hours.”

“I’ll be sitting in a theater,” Carla said, sounding just slightly envious. “Would you believe Rick got tickets to
Mary Poppins
?”

“Have fun,” Tiffy said and chuckled. “I suspect I’ll be having more fun. Do you miss the Channel, Carla?”

“Not anymore,” Carla said candidly. “Not since Rick and I began to have a life together again. But I’ll still enjoy hearing your adventures, just like you always enjoyed hearing about Captain Raven. Well, I just wanted to make certain it worked out for you. I’ll see you Saturday, Tiffy. Have fun tonight.”

“I will!” Tiffy promised, and when eight o’clock came she pressed the B button and found herself in her husband’s harem. She looked about her and saw she was alone. Upon their return from the Forest of Palms oasis, the sultan had given the half dozen young women in his harem as gifts to men he wished to keep loyal. He came into the harem to join her.

“For now, my Star of Cinnabar, you are all the woman I need,” he assured her.

“I like knowing that you will only make love to me,” Hestia said quietly.

“In time I will want more variety again,” he replied. “I sometimes enjoy making love to several women at a time.”

“As long as it’s my cunt that encloses your cock, my lord sultan,” Hestia said.

He had laughed at her remark. “Perhaps I shall have you restrained and watch while two or three maidens make love to you in my place.”

She wrinkled her nose, but then said, “If it would please you, my lord sultan.”

“You please me very much,” he replied with a smile, reaching out to caress her heart-shaped face. “How fortunate I am that your first husband died. Had he not, I should have had to attack Cinnabar and kill him in order to have you for myself.”

“You would have done that for me?” Hestia answered him, surprised. “I thought the only reason for our marriage was political, my lord.”

“Nay,” he told her. “The tales of your beauty are spoken far and wide. I am not the only one who sought your hand, my Star of Cinnabar. The caliph in Baghdad also wanted you, as did the Great Khan in Samarkand.”

“They are more powerful lords,” Hestia said thoughtfully. “Why, then, did my father choose you?”

“Because our two armies joined together are capable of defending either of our kingdoms should they be attacked. Your father loves you very much, wife, and here in Sherazad you are closer to him than you would have been in either Samarkand or Baghdad. But enough of such talk between us. I need more of your passion, Hestia.”

They were now lying naked upon a black silk mattress. Reaching out, he cupped one of her breasts. It was perfectly round and firm in his palm. His thumb rubbed about her nipple slowly, and he watched it stiffen beneath his touch. He leaning forward and his tongue encircled the nipple slowly several times before he took it into his mouth to suckle upon her, grazing the tender flesh lightly with his teeth.

She moaned softly, feeling a corresponding tug in her nether regions. When he had finished with one breast, he moved to the other, increasing her desire. His other big hand moved to enclose her mons, and unable to help herself, she pressed into his palm. She was beginning to burn with her lust for him. He felt her, the heat and damp of her, and now leaned forward to take her lips with his. Their tongues immediately found each other and entwined in a sensuous frolic as he pressed a finger past her labia to tweak her clit with increasing vigor, causing her to gasp into his mouth.

He would not release her lips from his kiss, even as he pushed two fingers into her vagina. The fingers moved slowly, sensuously within her, and she rode them, moaning until she experienced a small climax. He spoke no words of love or devotion to her, his deep blue eyes holding her gaze as he withdrew his hand from her and sucked her juices from his fingers. Tiffy’s princess persona felt weak with her burgeoning need for his cock.

He did not disappoint, mounting her, their eyes still locked, and pushing into her with great restraint until he was fully sheathed. She made to lock her legs about his torso, but he grasped her by her calves and instead drew her limbs over his shoulders. Then, leaving constraint behind, he began to fuck her vigorously, pushing harder and deeper with each thrust. He seemed to sense when she was near her climax, drawing back to deny her so he might enjoy the tight wet heat of her cunt a bit longer.

Hestia screamed at him when he withheld the pleasure she sought of him. Her nails raked down his long, hard back in protest, but he merely laughed at her. Tiffy protested at this behavior, for this was
her
fantasy. Shouldn’t it all be just as she wanted it? But then it occurred to her that he was giving her pleasure such as she had never before known. Her body rose to meet his downward thrusts, and suddenly she was spinning out of control. She saw gold and silver stars and moons behind her closed eyelids.

“That’s it, my Star of Cinnabar,” he groaned hotly into her ear. “Let me fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until neither of us can hold back any longer.” He drove his overheated penis deeper into her, and it seemed to swell and lengthen to a point where she could barely contain him. He felt the walls of her vagina beginning to quiver and tighten about him. The sensation it engendered within him made it impossible to hold back any longer.
“Now!”
he howled, and his tribute to her beauty began to pour forth as the woman beneath him screamed with her delight before finally going limp beneath him.