Message-ID: <40565asstr$1043295004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Stephen Gray" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2003 16:53:43 PST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2003 00:53:43 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Arabian Nights 17 {S Gray} (MF reluc preg) Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2003 23:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Chapter Seventeen: Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves - Part Three When Morgiana awoke the next morning, she felt dazed and groggy. It was the sort of feeling she might have expected to have if there had been too much wine the night before. But she had emptied only one glass, and she did not understand why she felt so strange. Perhaps it was the trauma of the past few days, a result of having been kidnapped from her home and imprisoned within the magical cave. With a miserable sigh, she forced herself to get out of bed. From the wide assortment of fancy clothes in the spacious closets, she selected a red satin robe to wear. It was a bit long for her, but the smooth material felt good against her skin. She glanced in the mirror and frowned at the dark tangles of hair that spilled down onto her shoulders. "Oh, it does not matter," she said. "I need something to eat. Perhaps some food will help me feel better." She did not see any servants as she made her way down the staircase, nor was anyone in the dining hall. The kitchen was likewise empty, so she helped herself to some fruit and bread. It was strange that the house was so quiet - but then, it was still very early in the morning. On the way back to her room, she heard noises coming from the end of the hallway. At first, it sounded like some of the servants carrying on - but as she listened, she realized that it was more than simple merriment. Somebody down there was having sex. It probably would have been better if she simply returned to her room, but her curiosity got the better of her. Though she was almost twenty years old, she been with a man only once - a handsome slave that her father had promptly banished when he found the two of them together. But she thought about it almost every day, how it felt to have that man's mouth kissing her body. And when she saw the thick, hard erection dangling between his legs, she could not get enough of it! She spent the rest of that wonderful afternoon moaning in pleasure as his firm flesh slid in and out of her ripe vagina, transforming her from girl to woman. And now she was hearing those moans again, the sounds that a woman would make if someone was paying homage to her pussy. As she moved closer, she could also hear an occasional deep grunt - no doubt made by a man exerting his power to please. She could almost picture him: his strong, muscular body leaning over hers, his firm buttocks steadily rising and falling as he worked his thick organ in and out of her gooey cunt. The image stayed with young Morgiana, and the more she listened to those moans and whimpers, the more excited she became. Soon she began to feel her own juices seeping through her groin, and her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the door at the end of the hallway. Turning the doorknob ever so slowly, she held her breath and gently began to nudge the door open. The sounds of sex suddenly became clearer, no longer muffled within a closed room. She could now hear every gasp of excitement, every groan of delight. She could even hear the sound - the deliciously erotic sound of a cock plunging in and out of the woman's pussy. And a very wet pussy it was, judging by the slick rhythm that grew steadily faster as she listened. A man's dick would have no trouble sliding in and out of such a well-lubricated snatch. Morgiana instinctively lowered her hand and pressed it against her crotch, as if to staunch the flow of her own pussy cream. But her hand betrayed her, and before she knew it, she was rubbing red satin against her groin. She could not help herself. She had to get a look at these two lovers; she had to see what they were doing to each other. With one hand clutching her crotch, she gingerly pushed the door further open and peeked inside. It was Ali Baba, of course. She would have been surprised, had she not seen the way that Melina had been watching him the night before. From her hungry expression, it was clear that Melina wanted him to love her - and now he was doing it. With lustful concentration, he shoved his meaty cock between her wide-open legs, again and again and again. She mewed like a cat in heat as he relentlessly fucked her, plowing his rigid organ deep into her steamy twat. How Morgiana wished that she could be the one lying on that bed with her robe spread open, her legs spread open, moaning with delirious joy as he worked that firm penis into her tight little pussy. Her hand moved inside her robe, and she began rubbing her pussy directly, her breath coming faster now as dewdrops of lust oozed from her hungry snatch. She stood by the half-open door and watched as Ali Baba's cock sank into the moaning woman beneath him. The harder he fucked her, the harder Morgiana stroked herself. She could feel her knees getting weaker. And then Melina came. With a ragged moan, the blonde woman twisted on the bed, clawing at the sheets as her pussy pumped hot cream onto the thick cock that kept invading her. When her ecstasy finally subsided, she lay on the bed with her head turned to the side. It was then that she saw Morgiana, lurking in the doorway. Her lips curled upward in a cruel smile of triumph, as if to say, "Ali Baba belongs to me now." Morgiana fled to her room. She was angry at Melina for having stolen Ali Baba from her, and she was equally angry with Ali Baba for failing to resist Melina's charms. With a scowl, she entered her bedroom and slammed the door shut - scaring the wits out of a young male slave who had been tidying her bed. He whirled around and stammered an apology, even though he had done nothing wrong. He kept glancing at her disheveled robe, and she realized that the flimsy garment was hanging partly open, revealing more of her flesh than she should have. The slave made his way toward the door, but she moved in front of it and blocked his escape. Her hands reached up and slowly pulled the robe away from her shoulders. The slave's eyes widened as her breasts came into view, their tiny pink nipples poking out toward him. He gazed at those sweet tits with obvious desire, but shook his head and took a step back - no doubt worried about what would happen to him if he was caught here with the half-naked daughter of a nobleman. Morgiana smiled as she untied the sash around her waist. To compensate for the fear of being executed, she would have to offer him something very tempting. She allowed her robe to slide to the floor, and her smile widened when she saw that the young man could not take his eyes off of her. He just stood there, gawking at her naked female body in silent fascination, while a noticeable bulge began to appear in his pants. It was not long before he had her pinned against the door, greedily sucking her tits and groping between her legs. She panted with excitement as he fondled her crotch and began to rub his fingers against her groin. While he licked and kissed her succulent nipples, her pussy kept getting hotter and hotter as a result of his teasing and tickling fingers. His mouth finally left her wet breast and placed a trail of sensuous kisses all the way down her smooth belly. When she felt the first lick of his tongue against her pussy, she gasped and accidentally banged her head against the door behind her. His hands were on her thighs now, stroking up and down her legs as he began to eat her. His tongue just kept licking and swirling against her swollen labia, and pretty soon she was moaning in heat. She placed both her hands on the head between her thighs, pressing his face against her dripping twat as he continued to feast upon her sex. Her thoughts grew more and more incoherent as the pleasure from her groin began to spread upward through her body, like a fever of lust that was slowly consuming her. The more he licked her, the hotter she became. She leaned back against the door and tried to stifle her groans of pleasure, in case anyone passed by in the hallway outside. She felt as though she had a parasite attached to her crotch - a huge, wonderful parasite with a tongue that kept wiggling delightfully against her sweaty labia. She gasped as it flicked against her clitoris, briefly tickling her most sensitive spot before returning to a lazy slide up and down her swollen sex crevice. He kept doing that to her - taking occasional stabs at her clit, driving her closer to the edge...and then retreating. She could not take very much more of this, and he knew it. His attacks on her clit grew more and more frequent, and she could feel her orgasm boiling up inside her. Her moans were getting louder, but she no longer cared if anyone heard them. Then came the final attack. His mouth latched onto the top of her pussy cave, and he began to suck on her clit. Her legs trembled, and she groaned desperately as his tongue worked her into a sexual frenzy. He just kept sucking her and licking her until she could not stand it anymore. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened wide, and she let out a long, loud groan that anyone in the house might have heard. She kept on groaning as her body convulsed, her pussy spewing hot cum onto the face of her young lover. He just kept eating her, making her come, and come, and come. She was still delirious when he carried her to the bed. She was vaguely aware that he was taking off his clothes now, and her pussy throbbed at the thought of what was about to happen. Then he was crawling on top of her, his thick erection dangling against her naked thighs as he moved over her like a predator. She felt that erection nudging against her wet labia, and she eagerly spread her legs to allow him inside. His tongue had been nice, but his cock was nothing short of magical! She moaned softly as she felt its hard flesh squirming inside her, rubbing deliciously against her vaginal walls. He began to fuck her, easing his firm dick in and out of her slippery cunt with a smooth, tantalizing rhythm that grew faster and faster with every passing moment. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that it was Ali Baba on top of her, thrusting his love tool into her gooey twat. She whimpered and moaned as the thick cock filled her pussy, again, again, again. The noise of their lovemaking filled the bedchamber, and she could hear every wet slurp of his penis as it bathed in her copious sex juice. But then she realized what would happen if he kept this up. His dick would squirt impregnating fluid into her womb, and she might very well wind up with a baby in her belly. Now, part of her did not care; part of her just wanted to feel that magnificent cock sliding in and out of her itchy vagina, drilling her over and over until her mind exploded with pleasure. But she did not want to be pregnant, so she reluctantly asked the slave to stop fucking her. But he did not stop. His thick cock just kept sinking into her fertile groin, making her moan with agonized pleasure. She tried to push him away, but he only pinned her arms to the bed while his hips kept rocking back and forth, sending that wonderful penis deep inside her quivering pussy. She began to threaten him; between whimpers and gasps, she told him that she would have him executed if he did not stop what he was doing to her. But his lust seemed to have conquered any fear he might have had, and he continued to fuck her with deep, swift strokes that made her groan and writhe. Finally, she murmured desperately pleas for him to remove his cock from her groin, all to no avail. It was clear to her that he was not going to stop screwing her until he bathed her womb with his sperm. He was not a slave anymore; here, in this bed, he had become the master of her sex, and she was powerless to stop him. The more she pleaded, the harder he fucked her - and the harder he fucked her, the less she wanted him to stop. With every plunge of his massive cock into her sopping wet cunt, she felt herself giving way to him. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts. She turned her head from side to side and moaned continuously as he pounded her helpless pussy. Her pleas for mercy gradually subsided, to be replaced by lusty cries of encouragement. She could no longer help herself - his cock felt too good. She panted and whimpered as he repeatedly shoved his rigid sex meat into her groin, squirming it deep inside her wet sex, over and over again. She begged for him to keep doing that to her, to keep filling her gooey cunt with his wonderful dick. She even begged for him to squirt his juice inside her, knowing full well that it might lead to her impregnation. She did not care anymore; all she cared about was that cock. She eagerly bucked her hips every time his swollen penis invaded her, moaning loudly as her body and mind succumbed to the irresistible pleasure of wet pussy friction. She knew she was in trouble when the slave suddenly grabbed her waist and savagely grunted as his engorged cock slid all the way inside her. She could feel his penis throb as it began to deliver its creamy load into her belly. All she could do was lay there and moan as his cock rubbed inside her vagina, pumping her full of hot male spunk. It was too much for poor Morgiana to bear, and she was soon groaning deliriously as her own groin erupted with cum. While the slave fucked her into possible pregnancy, she fingered her clit and moaned as the ecstasy consumed her. As she slowly recovered from her orgasm, she became dimly aware that the door to her room was slightly ajar. Had somebody been watching her, as she had watched Melina? She began to worry, but the slave's mouth had returned to her crotch, and his tongue soon made her forget about everything else. ---------------------------------------------- Melina listened at the door and smiled as she heard Morgiana start to moan again. Of all her slaves, Ramos was the most skilled in the art of seduction. He would keep the young princess busy all morning, pouring enough sperm in her womb to plant a whole crop of children. There was very little chance that she would escape from that bedroom without a new life growing inside her young belly. And that would be the end of Morgiana. She would be sent home to her father in disgrace, and Ali Baba would belong to Melina alone. With a cruel smile, she sauntered back toward the room where Ali Baba lay resting. It was time to do some more baby-making of her own. to be continued... http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/sgray/www/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+