Seduce Me
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Her disappointment was short-lived however, as the sultan eased her shoulders backwards and literally ripped the delicate fabric of her trousers off her body, exposing her to him completely. She heard him breathing heavily as his hand moved between her legs and he began stroking her labia. Maria had a thick bush of hair, she prayed he was turned on by that. She had already started to moisten when she had been touching him but she eagerly opened her legs wider to allow his probing fingers deeper inside her passage. She managed to manoeuvre herself back into a position from where she could resume her coaxing and stroking, but then, with an almost psychic co-ordination, they both turned to see the dancer who had now removed her bikini top, showing off her perfectly shaped, small breasts. She began to lick her fingers and massage her nipples, fixing them both with a look of intense passion and longing. With a quick movement, she turned her back on them, her hair flowing almost halfway down her spine. Maria and her fellow voyeur paused in their massaging of each other, as if they needed to fully focus on the girl. She bent her supple body forward, pushing out her bottom. The bikini bottom was virtually just a thong, tied with delicate strings; she quickly untied both sides, and pulled it off between her legs. Straightening up again, she paused briefly, as if knowing she had her audience exactly where she wanted them. Then a sudden twirl of movement and she was facing them again, naked and glistening with sweat. Maria couldn’t prevent a gasp of pleasure escaping from her throat as the sultan’s fingers were now massaging her clitoris, her wetness pouring out.
Maria observed that, in complete contrast to herself, the dancer had shaved her pubic hair, it excited and aroused Maria in a way she would never have thought possible. With the confidence that only the very young and the very beautiful ever have, the dancer walked towards the couple and paused, a couple of yards away, still standing. As if answering Maria’s deepest wish, she began to touch herself, stroking, massaging until Maria could see her lips raised and damp. The lack of any hair seemed to make her more vulnerable, her labia resembled rosebud petals, and it was as if her most intimate parts were aflame with desire.
For a few seconds, everything froze. The sultan and the dancer half turned towards Maria and then she realised. She was the leading lady, the director. They were waiting for their instructions from her!
Maria pulled off what was left of her clothes, eased herself forward and knelt on all fours just in front of the sultan. Lowering her upper body towards the floor, she turned her head, stared straight into his eyes and inched her body even nearer to him. As she turned back, she glimpsed his powerful muscular chest, dripping with sweat, simply heightening her determination to have him deep inside her, probing her. He didn’t need words to tell him what she wanted and, as he moved nearer her, she felt his rock-hard penis brush lightly against her buttocks. Then, he was inside her, driving, sliding deeper and deeper. She was so aroused that he could slide deep inside her easily. She began to gasp as he managed to pull out of her and then roughly enter her again. Only once before had a man taken her from behind, it was years ago when she was at university during a drunken and ultimately unfulfilling night. God, could this get any better?
Maria looked straight up at the dancer and realised that there was a way of making this even more fantastic. Beckoning the girl to kneel down, directly in front of her, Maria steadied herself with one hand, freeing up the other. First, she reached up to the girl’s left nipple and shivered as she felt it was as hard as glass. She traced her finger all round it, bringing a moan of pleasure. She ran one finger up the thigh of the dancer and then with a quick movement felt inside her already soaking passage. Feeling the girl actually moving onto her, she brought another finger around to feel her lips, further and further inside. She felt the hard nub of her clitoris with her thumb and forefinger and she began to synchronise her plunging fingers with the driving shaft of the sultan’s penis, she caught sight of the girl’s face, transfixed with pleasure. A particularly savage thrust caused her to slip slightly and she had to put both hands on the floor to avoid falling over. A glance at the girl’s face told her how desperate she was for this not to stop, her mouth opened to plead with her to carry on but Maria was just as keen to explore her as she was to be explored.
Maria knew she was close to the most fabulous orgasm now and began to panic. She was praying he could keep this going, the thought of him softening and shrinking inside her body too awful.
She rocked herself back onto him, still delving deeper and deeper into her female partner’s lips, and then, in a moment she would never forget, she came, gloriously, waves of sheer primitive pleasure breaking over her. The dancer pushed her away weakly, signalling that she too had reached her climax.
The sultan made it a perfect trio and for a few seconds nobody moved, buried in their own fantasies.
Then, almost together, her two companions sat up and left the room by a door near the podium. Maria looked up at the clock and saw there was one minute left of her time. Self-conscious now, as if the world could see her, she gathered up what little clothes she had come in with and went to get changed into the blouse and jeans that took her back to reality.
As she went back into reception, ‘Prunella’ was there, all smiles and knowing looks.
“Here you are, a tape of your evening. Didn’t you notice the camera?”
Maria’s face must have been easy to read because she added, “Don’t worry, love, this isn’t a blackmail racket. This is the only tape there is. You can destroy it when you get home. Of course, you might want to watch it with a loved one.”
Crossing the road to the multi–storey, Maria was still smiling. Well, Neil was always saying there’s nothing to watch on the TV. Perhaps he might get a surprise one of these nights.
THE END
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