EXCERPT "Thank you, Fahd,"¯ my partner in crime said.
Fahd dipped his head, before bowing and continuing down the hall. Samira
reached out and took my hand. "This way please." She led me into a bedroom where
two young women unveiled in western clothes, but wearing a hijab, stripped and
clad us as Fahd had described.
They dressed me in a deep red, see-through, layered silk, gypsy skirt and a
coin bra. They dressed April as she had described, in a sheer, magenta, silk
choli and pantaloons, cinched at the ankles. We were given no undergarments
therefore April's breasts were visible through the semi-transparent material and
the private area between both our legs was partially covered by the fringe from
fringe belts. We wore no footwear, but they tied a chain of bells around our
ankles and placed antique bracelets upon our wrists and arms. We were naked from
our breasts to our mound with the exception of a gold chain around our waists.
Last, the women added a beautiful jeweled hijab, a see through veil and a
stunning, precious gem necklace on each of us.
I glanced in a mirror and smiled. I liked the sexy, mysterious way I looked.
When ready, Samira led us into the prince's quarters. The prince, wore a long
white robe like garment with a gold sash and rested on at least a king sized
bed. In addition, large pillows, scattered about. The prince was young, darkly
handsome, small in stature, though not was small as Fahd. He looked to measure
the same five seven as me. When he noticed me, I saw a gleam of approval in his
eye. "Ahh, Randle has outdone himself once more. You are every bit as exquisite
as your co-worker, April. Come here sweetheart. You too, April."
April and I sashayed sexily up to our rich John and stood before him. He put a
hand on our asses and rubbed them. Then he moved to our 'V's and cupped our
mounds and clitoral sheaths. "You are both so nice."¯ He stared at me. "What is
your name?"
"Angel, Angel Love."
"Ah. And make love we will. I am Prince Abdul Salam al Sade. You may call me
Salam if you wish." I nodded and he continued. "Well, Angel, as April can
attest, I can be a kinky. Today, I want to watch you two please each other.
Randle assures me you do this. Then as I watch, I will decide what I'd like to
do and gradually work my way in--pun intended." He chuckled. "Is that all right
with you?"
I nodded.
"But first, I had you dressed as belly dancers so dance for me." He pressed a
button on a remote control he held and Middle Eastern Music began to play.
April began to move her feet and arms in time with the music, while her
fabulous midriff undulated. She did great so I mimicked her as best I could. The
coins on my dancing bra and the bells on our ankles contributed to the overall
effect.
Observing the Prince, he seemed enjoy our performance, smiling and
masturbating. "Take your veils off," The prince instructed.
April removed hers and tossed it aside so I followed her example.
A short time later, he said, "Your hijabs. Let your long hair flow free."
I knew what that meant so I beat April to it.
The prince clapped. "Now, take your tops off."
Following instructions, we now performed a topless belly dance.
April looked and moved so sexy, the walls of my vagina began to perspire creame
in anticipation of the Prince's planned debauchery.
"Now, take the rest of your clothes off."
As April removed her pantaloons and I took off my gypsy skirt, Prince Salam
removed his garment as well. We were all naked except for our jewelry.
As the song ended, the prince instructed, "April lay on the bed so Angel can
eat your pussy."
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Children`s Fiction
Erotica Fiction
