There he was, Jeff Davis, Seventh Avenue's boy wonder, sitting in a tub filled with club soda, all the hair shaved off of his fair young bod, thinking to himself that Suzy was a good fuck... but a very spaced-out good fuck.
"Doesn't that feel great!" she whispered in his ear as she splashed the seltzer against the tip of his very hard cock.
He had to admit that it was one of the wildest sensations he had ever experienced, but at the same time he kept getting this image of himself as a submarine... periscope up, looking for enemy destroyers.
"Suzy," Davis muttered, where did you come up with this nutty idea?"
"I read about it someplace... but they used champagne. I really liked the idea but I couldn't afford the champagne, so I faked it with the soda," she said, smiling at him and wrinkling her nose as the bubbles began to tickle it.
Ever since he had told Suzy about the new job she had been coming up with crazy, zany things to do with him. He had been given a post as a fabric buyer in the Middle East and was supposed to leave tomorrow. Suzy obviously didn't want him to go, and it seemed that she was determined to outdo anything that he might find in Morocco.
She slithered out of the shift that almost hadn't covered anything to begin with, and stepped over into the tub.
"Ooh, it tickles," she said, straddling him and lowering her sweet, wet pussy over his bobbing cock. "I'm gonna give you the fucking of your life, Jeff Davis. I'm gonna make you come so much that you'll think your ears are gonna come out that rod of yours and applaud!"
She brushed her pubic fuzz over the end of his erect cock and splashed soda over his nipples, sending him into paroxysms of pleasure. With the part of his mind that still functioned, he wondered briefly whether she would actually do anything that he asked. He knew that she wanted to keep him here in New York... for obvious reasons, but just how far would she go to keep him there? She was worried; that he knew. She was worried all right... but just how worried. He supposed that she could devise further excesses, but damn if he could think of any.
"Davis," Suzy said, not loudly but threateningly, "You're a thousand miles away. What the hell is it with you?"
"Hmmm?" Jeff leaned back in the tub where the soda water was now rapidly going flat. "Nothing... I was just thinking."
"I'll give you something to think about!" she offered. Her tone of voice, had Jeff been in a position to notice, was just a shade too sweet.
"What's that?" he asked idly. He was leaning back with his eyes half closed. Suzy didn't answer, just slipped down into the bubbles and bit, not too gently but not too hard either, on the end of his cock.
"Goddamn it to hell, you crazy... " he was hurting with a strange combination of pain, pleasure and desire. She giggled. Ordinarily he hated women who giggled, but this time he found it rather nice.
"Poor baby," she crooned, "Does it hurt? Oh well, never mind, Mama will kiss it and make it better."
Which Mama proceeded to do-not only kissing, but nipping and licking the head of his cock. He was harder than he had ever imagined and becoming harder with every passing second.
He held on to her by the hair, forcing her head down, and pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. He loved the feel of her lips on the length of it. She pulled her head away from him, spluttering.
"What the bloody hell are you trying to do, you batty bastard, drown me?" She sat up, shaking soda water from her hair. "Crazy mother." she said.
"Suzy," he reproved her, "You have an awfully dirty mouth for a clean girl."
"So, who made it dirty?" she laughed softly. "Where in hell did that seltzer bottle get to." She found it on the edge of the tub, and, picking it up began to aim the stream from the bottle hard against his cock.
"What does that feel like?" she asked him.
"What the hell are you, a goddamn analyst or something?" He stretched rather painfully. "Do it again, and this time don't ask so many goddamn questions. Just squirt."
"You'll squirt before I'm done with you." She laughed and sent still another stream of the carbonated water shooting over him.
"Suzy," he gasped, "Please have a heart. How much of this do you suppose I can take?"
"As much as I can give, I hope," she answered. "Does it feel good?"
He nodded, too lost in the sensation to speak just then.
"Come on then, do it to me," she said. He wanted to tease her, to make her wait. "No," he said.
"All right then, I'll do it to myself."
"Now this I gotta see!" Jeff said and sat up in the bathtub for a better view. And the view, he told himself, was well worth sitting up for. This girl must write dirty movies in her head. She stood up in the tub, soda water sloshing around her ankles and dripping off of her whole body, and slowly placed one leg on the edge of the tub. With one hand she spread the lips of her pussy, and with the other she manipulated the bottle, squirting the hard stream directly against her clitoris.
"Oh wow, does that ever feel good!" she gasped. "Watch me, Jeff, please watch me. It makes it better for me when I have someone to watch."
Jeff Davis did not have to be convinced. He wanted very much to watch. In fact, he wanted to do more; something he hadn't done for a long time. As if reading his mind, Suzy said, "Why don't you play with yourself while you watch?"
He thought briefly that he would have been too embarrassed to masturbate if it hadn't been that she so obviously wanted him to; then his hand reached down, almost without his thinking and began to stroke his erect prick. He stopped thinking then, and just lay back and gave in to the hard ache of every sensation flowing into him. The combination of his hand on his cock, and Suzy's action with the bottle had combined to work him into a near frenzy. He was usually self-controlled enough... but this time... what made this time so different? He felt as if he were exploding.
"Suzy," he almost sobbed, "I can't hold off much longer."
Her voice was husky with her own heat as she said, "Then don't hold off any more, lover, let me watch you come. You can watch me, too."
It was really wild, he thought. Like something right out of a stag film. She kept spraying the carbonated water hard against her swollen pussy. He could almost see the hot cunt throbbing, the clitoris twitching as the soda did its work on her. He was trying to hold off, to slow down and prolong the delicious ache as long as possible, but even while he told himself to wait, he was stroking faster and faster... harder and harder. Standing high above him, Suzy writhed in anguished pleasure as the streams of soda water dripped from her wet pussy. She lowered herself just a little into a semicrouch.
"Look at it, baby," she whispered. "Look at my cunt." She bent her knees till it was practically thrust in his face. He looked, and he felt as if his prick was going to burst.
"Are you gonna come, lover?" she asked.
And he moaned without thinking or heralding his own words, just a response to her, to the heat of his prick, to the feeling surging through his whole body. "Yes, baby, oh yes! I'm coming... now!" With an exhibitionistic pleasure that he never remembered feeling before, he shot high, aiming for her, the come spilling down over her cunt and dripping down into the soda that filled the tub. She fell down on top of him, pressing her wet body against him so that he could feel her heat. She was rubbing her pussy against his still partially erect cock. The pair of them were too spent to do more than lie fairly still, just enjoying the glow in their bodies. After a while, Suzy said dreamily, "That was really way out, man. Wild. You think you'll find anything better in Morocco?"
He stepped out of the tub, looking for a towel.
"I'm sure as hell gonna try, baby, and you can quote me!"
It was hot in Morocco the Tuesday Davis arrived; it was still hot two months later as he walked through the crowded bazaar in Rabat. Merchants were chanting their wares in a singsong tone. The constant hum of the crowds, along with the heat, had become quite hypnotic. A grinning, toothless beggar approached with outstretched hand, looking at Davis as if he were a blessed gift from heaven.
"Damn," muttered Davis under his breath, "the expense account is gonna look strange with an entry that reads 'beggars, X amount of dollars.' " He had taken this job because it promised the- quote, Delights of the Middle East, unquote. So far all he had seen were silk merchants, beggars, and a myriad of veiled faces that never seemed to respond to a friendly hello.
The beggar accepted the coins dropped in his hand and began to back away, bowing. Davis accepting the adage that 'when in Rome... " began to back away in the opposite direction, doing a fair imitation of the bear dance, sallaming as he went.
He suddenly found himself falling backwards into the crowd. A small dog had run out of one of the bazaar stalls and tripped him as it ran under his feet.
"Oh shit!"
He found himself surrounded by the feel of silk and the pungent, earthy smell of Pachouli oil. As he turned to apologize for the mishap, Davis looked straight at another veiled face, but this time there was a difference. The veil was very sheer and there was a definite look of amusement on the bronzed face behind it.
"I'm very sorry this happened, but... " Davis began.
"Don't think twice about it; the bazaar is very crowded and accidents like this are always happening to foreigners. Will you help me up?"
Davis quickly stood, reached down, and found a slim hand with rings on each finger stretched out toward him. The young woman he had stumbled into took his outstretched hand and rose lightly from the dusty street as though she were almost weightless.
Watching, Davis felt that his imagination, or the heat, must be playing tricks on him. As the young woman had risen, he had been sure that the gown she was wearing had been transparent. He had been quite sure that he had seen the outline of her breasts, and the dark, hard nipples through the clothing. Now, as she stood shaking the dust from the folds of the skirt, it seemed to shimmer back and forth between an opaque and transparent state. One second her legs would be completely visible, and the next second... they would be covered.
She swirled around, looked over her shoulder at Davis, smiled again, and moved away down the street.
Davis stood for a moment, shook his head to clear it, and then began to walk in the same direction, the dog nipping at his heels.
"Pup," he muttered, "if this turns out like I think it might, I'll bring you back the biggest steak in Morocco!"
The young woman was disappearing into the crowd, but didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry. At the next corner she turned, stood, and smiled in Davis' direction again. He hurried his pace, praying for no more accidents, good, bad, or indifferent.
She stood and waited as he approached. As he reached her side, he was absolutely sure that whether it was the heat, a hallucination, or a strange reality, he approved of the effect that something was having on her clothing.
"Are you following me?" she said, looking at Davis with smoldering, dark eyes.
"Well, I think it beats haggling over prices with these damned silk merchants. By the way, what kind of material is your gown made of? I've never seen anything quite like it.
"That, my dear, is a secret handed down in the family for generations, and, if you are determined to follow me, then I would suppose you must."
She turned into a shaded side alley. It was much cooler there in the winding shadows of the alleyway. They approached a dark blue doorway, and the young woman rapped a code on it. Shortly, Davis could hear someone stirring on the other side. At this point, Davis began to remember all the stories about strangers being robbed, or worse, and began to have some second thoughts about being where he was at the moment. Then he looked again at the earth-figure in the alcove and promptly forgot about what he had heard.
The door opened, to reveal a young woman standing in the hall... completely nude. She was dark, with long black hair that reached almost down to her ass. Her breasts were small and high, with the most pointed nipples that he had ever seen. As he continued to observe this unexpected turn of events, he noticed that her pussy was completely shaved.
"What took you so long, Sabra?" said the vision in the doorway. "I expected you much sooner than this."
Sabra kissed the girl on the cheek, and moved into the hall.
"I was detained," she said, waving a hand in the direction of Davis. "He followed me."
"That wasn't hard; you seem to have made an art out of being followed. And here I've been waiting for you like this all morning."
Sabra put her slim arm lightly around the girl's waist, and laughed quietly as they walked into the other room. Davis followed in a somewhat random fashion, trying not to walk into anything.
"Milena, this young man had a slight mishap in the bazaar today and... well, fell into me, and I don't even know his name."
She turned and looked Davis straight in the eyes. He had the distinct feeling that she was looking through him and out the other side. He could feel his cock growing hard as they stared at each other.
"Would you care for some coffee?" Sabra asked as she turned and moved across the room. "By the way, what is your name?"
Davis thought for a minute as he watched the two woman in front of him, and then answered.
"Jeff... Jeff Davis. I'm a fabric buyer from the States____" Milena walked up to him and casually brushed one of her nipples against his jacket.
"Sabra didn't ask for an itinerary, dear; she was just wondering who you were."
"Milena," said Sabra, "why don't you see that Mr. Davis is comfortable and I'll go change."
Milena took Davis by the arm and led him over to the cushions on the floor by the windows. He sat down and she leaned over him, her nipples only inches from his mouth.
He had an urge to reach up and play with them, but before he could, she was sitting next to him and had taken his hand and put it on her breast.
"You like to feel my breast!" she commented, watching his face.
Sabra walked back into the room, wearing only a smile and the Pachouli oil. Milena was suddenly sitting three feet away from Davis, still looking at him with a slight smile on her lips. He could still feel the hardness of her nipple against his palm.
Davis was not exactly sure what to do next as he looked back and forth from one of these remarkable women to the other. Before he had a chance to think any further on the situation, he had his mind made up for him.
"Don't you think that Sabra is an extremely tempting woman?" said Milena. "I do... I tell you what we'll do," she whispered in a stage whisper in Davis' direction as she looked hungrily at Sabra. "Let's seduce Sabra!"
Milena jumped up and pulled Sabra down onto the cushions beside her and began to caress Sabra's breasts as she sat behind her. She slowly reached around and brought her hands up under Sabra's firm breasts and with two fingers began to lightly brush back and forth across her nipples. Sabra arched her back, pushing toward the two fluttering fingers.
At this point, Davis needed no coaxing. He reached out and began to caress Sabra's thighs. She slowly opened her legs, exposing a cunt that was a duplicate of Milena's. It was obvious that she was enjoying what was happening, as the lips of her cunt were swollen and wet. Her clitoris was pulsing with the movements of Milena's fingers. He slipped one of his own fingers into Sabra's juicy cunt and began to rub against the hot, throbbing walls. He felt her cunt rhythmically contracting as he moved his finger slowly back and forth.
By now, Milena had moved around slightly and was brushing her tongue across Sabra's lips. Davis felt the pulsations get stronger as Sabra moaned and arched against his finger. Then with a low moan she came.
Milena moved around from behind Sabra and began to undress Davis. As his shirt came off, Sabra's hands reached out and rubbed across the expanse of his chest, flicking over his nipples with her fingernails.
Milena had the rest of his clothes off and had begun to suck on the tip of his cock. Her tongue rapidly moved around and around, teasing him and making him even harder than he had been. She moved her mouth away for a moment, squeezing his cock slowly from the bottom up to the top. One small glistening drop of sweet milky-honey formed on the tip, and Sabra leaned over and slowly touched her tongue to it. As she moved away, the honey remained suspended between her tongue and his cock.
Then with a quick, darting movement, she licked it off and kissed Milena, pushing her tongue deeply into Milena's waiting mouth.
Milena and Sabra looked at each other, and then with one of them on one side and one on the other, they began to lick his cock, their tongues meeting as they moved up and down the length of it. As they moved faster and faster, Davis felt himself begin to come, and Milena took the length of his swollen shaft in her mouth, all the way to the bottom, and he came... his hot juice flowing down her throat. Her sucking motions slowed as she drew back the length of his pulsing cock.
There was a small amount of his come on her lips, which she licked off with a smile.
"Sabra, suck me now!" Milena moaned as she lay back on one of the cushions, parting her glistening pussy lips with her delicate fingers.
Davis watched as Sabra lowered her mouth onto Milena and began to nip and lick her clitoris. She reached up with both hands and caressed Milena's erect nipples. Milena arched her back to give Sabra better access to her, and Sabra slipped her wet, warm tongue down the slit and into Milena's waiting hole.
Milena began to vibrate and move her hips in a grinding motion against Sabra's lips, and with a scream of ecstasy she came.
Sabra looked at Davis, who was obviously quite recovered, and said, "Come over here, I want you inside me."
Davis slipped his cock into her waiting cunt and began to move slowly around and around; as she moved her hips against him, he began to move faster, slipping his tongue deeply into her open mouth.
Milena reached between them, and with two fingers circled his moving cock and began to squeeze. With her other hand, she rubbed and played with his balls, rubbing them back and forth, bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm.
Before he could come, Milena lay down beside them and pulled Davis over onto her and slipped his cock into her cunt.
He moved back and forth, feeling the orgasm building to a crashing peak. She then reached around and stopped him from moving and said, "Wait, take your time... it's better that way."
They rolled over with Milena on top of him and Sabra got up over his mouth, facing Milena and lowered her sweet cunt onto his waiting lips, teasing and tantalizing him, brushing her pussy lips over his tongue.
Then lowering down hard on his mouth, she began to kiss and embrace Milena. She rubbed her nipples against Milena's long, hard nipples as the tension began to build to a fever pitch. Davis moved in and out of Milena faster and faster as Sabra's cunt began to quiver. With a rush, they all three came and collapsed on the cushions.
"I think that it's about time for that coffee," Sabra said, kissing both of them lightly on the lips and disappearing in the direction of the kitchen.
"How long have you been in Morocco, Jeffery?" Milena asked as she lit a cigarette.
"Two months, approximately, and please... would you mind just calling me Jeff?" he said, taking a drag from the offered cigarette.
"Okay... Jeff. How do you like the exotic atmosphere?"
"I have to admit it surely has improved since about two hours ago!"
She laughed a deep throated laugh and said, "It takes people a while to trust you here; everyone seems to have something going that they don't want other people knowing about."
"I've noticed, but I can't figure out a couple of things... like what you two are doing in the Middle East, and where did you pick up such impeccable English? Hell, I had to go to radio and TV broadcasting school to learn to speak like that!"
Milena leaned forward, and with a conspiritorial gesture, motioned him to come closer. He grinned as she looked to the right and then the left, and finally under an ashtray, as if looking for hidden microphones.
"You are surprised that I speak your language, Yankee dog," she said in a fake Oriental accent. "I was educated in your Universities!" She hugged him and said, "Seriously, we both were taught by an English tutor who was a far better tutor than a lover... and as for what we are doing here... probably the same thing everyone else is doing."
"And what might that be?" Jeff said, caressing her breast.
"Things that we don't want other people knowing about."
Sabra returned from the kitchen with a tray of coffee and sweetmeats. She sat down and handed a steaming cup to Davis and a second one to Milena.
They sat in the late afternoon light, the shadows playing over their bodies. Davis admired the two woman and looked at them again as if for the first time. He was sure that they did this sort of thing regularly, but he was as equally sure that they were highly selective in their choice of partners.
It was hard for him to believe that he had just made love with them as they sat sipping their coffee and eating from the tray of delicacies between them.
"Let's go out for a while, Sabra." Milena had risen and was slipping on a pair of bikini panties.
"Would you like to see some of Morocco that you probably haven't seen yet?" Sabra said, putting things back onto the tray.
"Sure I would, especially with two beautiful escorts. Let's go!"
CHAPTER TWO
"One must be careful here in Morocco," Sabra volunteered, "Americans are looked upon either as easy marks or as dealers in hashish."
They were moving down one of the small streets lined with equally small clubs. The street teemed with a mixture of tourists and mysterious men in long robes who seemed to communicate more with their eyes and their hands than verbally. Ond had the feeling that if extrasensory perception were a reality, then these people must have invented it.
"These clubs are strictly for the tourist trade; they are quite expensive and one always runs the risk of being robbed either directly or indirectly."
Davis merely nodded and continued to be amazed by the way they were able to move quickly through the crowds, never touching anyone.
He had begun to notice a strange phenomenon as they made their way through the streets; he had caught several women looking at him and nodding.
"You have noticed the looks you are getting here in the streets," Milena commented as if she had read his mind. "Morocco, a man with another woman attracts looks because they can flirt openly, knowing that it is safe for them to do so."
They turned into a small alleyway known as Suq El Arish and had walked about fifty feet when an old woman appeared out of the shadows. She walked toward them and Davis had a feeling that the meeting was prearranged. He thought once more about what could happen to foreigners in a strange country, when she stopped in front of the two girls.
"Where have you two been?" she said with a high-pitched voice, "You managed to elude me since yesterday."
Davis could see the old woman's crinkled face clearly in the light of an open window. She looked immensely wise and had a penetrating gaze.
"We weren't avoiding you, Madam Tanya, we were merely... involved." Sabra said, taking the old woman's hand in her own.
"Your father is very upset with your behavior here and has been asking for your return."
"But Madam Tanya, we cannot go as yet... there is much left to do!"
Davis was standing to one side taking in the conversation and suddenly felt a rush throughout his body as he realized that Sabra and Milena were sisters!
Madam Tanya shook her head vigorously and said, "It does not matter; shortly we must all leave!"
Sabra looked at Milena and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "What can you tell Madam Tanya to convince her that it's not time to go."
Milena looked away and said, "Well, I don't know what father thinks about our being here, but I happen to like it and intend to stay as long as I please. With all the women around him I surely don't understand how he could miss us so much!"
Madam Tanya looked at her through eyes that were narrowed to two small slits.
"I'll not tell your father I heard you speak such things. He would have a fit if he heard that from your lips! It's enough that you take off on the spur of the moment without adding insults about his lack of concern!"
With this, the old women melted back into the shadows of the building and was gone.
They moved off down the alley and Sabra was whispering in Milena's ear. Milena nodded and they flanked Davis, one on each arm, and promptly made as if the whole incident hadn't happened. Davis looked from one of them to the other as if trying to decide who would be more likely to give him a straight answer and decided to speak to Sabra.
"Who was that?" he asked.
"No one you should bother your head about, my dear; let's just pretend that it didn't happen."
He thought about it for a few seconds and decided that he probably would not have gotten anything even that straight from Milena and resolved to save the whole incident for a later time. There was a certain tension in the air at the moment that left him with the feeling that if he pursued the subject any further he would lose his newfound bedmates... no, he had to revise that to newfound cushion mates... for good.
They crossed the Suq El Avram, another of the slightly wider alleys as a group of American tourists were leaving a club known picturesquely as "The Caliph's Whiskers." They were complaining loudly about the service, the cover charge, the minimum, and the two stolen thirty-five millimeter cameras as they marched off down the street. Davis had to suppress a chuckle as he realized how fortunate he had been in the two months he had stumbled through the streets and alleyways of Morocco like a naive angel in a dime store version of the underworld.
He held the two girls' arms a little tighter, giving a slight squeeze, and giggled. They both looked at him briefly, looked at each other, and shook their heads; then grinning, they continued walking into the alley next to the club.
Halfway down the alley Sabra brought the entourage to a halt in front of a very plain, weather-beaten door. She knocked on it several times before a very dark-faced man opened it several inches and peered out at them. His face lit up with recognition as he saw Sabra and he swung the door open wide to let them enter.
"Sabra... Milena," he said while staring with what seemed a slight hostility at Davis. "It's been much too long since you graced our humble club with your most beautiful presence!"
"Why, Hamid, I didn't even know you would remember us a whole week," Sabra said, pulling his short, neat beard and kissing him on the forehead. "Do you have a table for three?" Hamid looked again at Davis. He seemed to be weighing something very carefully, then spoke. "Yes... right this way."
The sounds of music droned at the end of the hallway as they walked single file past an amazing collection of photographs. They were of some of the most exquisite women that Davis had ever seen. The poses were frankly erotic and dealt with only one theme-various ways to masturbate.
There was a photograph of a young, dark-haired nymphet, legs spread wide apart, leaning against a tapestry wall, her pussy lips spread open with the fingers of one hand, while holding a garden hose in the other... the nozzle pushed deeply into her cunt.
Davis could see the estatic look on her face as the water poured from her sweet cunt.
Another photograph showed two girls at the foot of a four-posted bed which had large cocks carved out of the posts. They were lowering themselves up and down on two of the bedposts while tickling each other with peacock feathers. Another girl lay spread-eagled on the bed watching them.
Davis was jolted out of his reverie as Milena took him by the hand and led him through the curtains into what appeared to be a rather ornate club. There were many people sitting at small tables around the room, some couples and some men sitting in small groups at various places around a stage which was placed in the center of the room.
Davis recognized the pungent, resin-like smell of hashish above the incense that seemed to permeate the place.
A small group of musicians sat at one side of the stage tuning up their instruments. He admitted to himself that it was extremely hard for his ear to tell the difference between the music and the tuning. He had managed to resolve this to some extent when he had learned that when the musicians were tuning, the drummer didn't play.
Hamid led them to a small table against the wall and asked them what they would have. They ordered coffee around and sat back to light cigarettes.
"What do you think of the place, Jeff?" Sabra asked.
"What's the name of the club?" Jeff was looking around at the surroundings as if quite amazed that a place like this existed.
"Oh, it doesn't have a name. It's just here." Milena said, looking at him with a slight smile at the corner of her lips.
"It's a private club, you see," Sabra said, taking a sip of the coffee that Hamid had just placed in front of her. "Most people don't even realize that it exists. Even the police ignore its existence-for a price. Don't they, Hamid?"
Hamid put down the two remaining coffees and gave Sabra a look that would have withered lettuce as he walked away.
Sabra laughed heartily and turned to Davis. "Hamid doesn't always relate to my sense of humor." she said. "I think sometimes that he takes his work too seriously."
"As a matter of fact," Milena commented, "I think that he probably takes several of his employees too seriously, too."
"What kind of club is this?" Davis asked.
"Don't be impatient dear... you'll see shortly," Milena said, looking in the direction of the stage as the lights began to dim.
Davis watched as the stage was slowly illuminated by a hot, pink spotlight. Standing on the stage with her arms raised high and straight over her head was a young woman in a black sheath gown that had a slit all the way up one side. She was tall, lithe and from where Davis was sitting, seemed to have quite a remarkable body.
As the music pulsed and throbbed in the background, she began to move slowly into a rolling, sensuous dance. Davis felt his cock beginning to grow hard inside his pants as he watched the dancer writhe and turn.
Milena looked at him as if sensing what was beginning to happen to him and he felt her hand moving slowly up the inside of his thigh. When her hand reached his cock, she began to slowly squeeze him in rhythm to the music.
The dancer had left the stage and was slowly moving through the customers. She would stop at a table and each time she stopped, she would choose someone at the table to remove one article of clothing. The gloves went first, then the dress was unzipped and she let it slide to the floor.
At the next table, one of the shoes went; then the other shoe, the garter belt, and then, one by one, the stockings were peeled from her long, tan legs.
Wearing only bikini panties and bra that were so sheer that her nipples and pubic hair showed plainly through them, she began to move around to the other side of the room.
Milena had unzipped Davis' pants and had his cock out and was playing with him under the table. Watching the dancer with Milena's hand around his hard, erect shaft was bringing him to a fever pitch. Milena was rubbing one finger over the tip of his now wet cock, and back and forth around the rim, just teasing him to the edge of an orgasm.
The dancer had stopped at the table next to them, where the bra was slowly removed and the man at the table had put his hands around her and cupped a breast in each hand, playing with her hard, erect nipples. She moved with this for a minute or so, turned around and kissed the man, deeply sliding her tongue into his mouth, then turned and moved toward the table where Davis was sitting.
"She has chosen you to remove the last article of clothing," Sabra said quietly in Davis' ear. "This means that you have the opportunity tonight to make love to her... on the stage."
Just at that point, Milena ran her hand up and down his throbbing cock and he felt himself beginning to come, but she reached with two fingers to the base of his cock and squeezed. He came, but nothing came out as she had blocked the passage of his hot come from shooting out. He had heard of this technique but had never experienced it. He also knew that he would be capable of performing again immediately.
The dancer was standing in front of him, enticing him to remove the panties. He hooked his fingers into both sides and slowly slid them down over her mound. The silky, curly hair was a perfect frame for the delicious pussy that moved back and forth in front of him. Milena zipped his pants back up and gave him a push in the direction of the stage. The dancer had reached the stage just as a large ornate bed rose out of the floor. She lay down on the bed with her legs spread wide as she arched her back to show more of her wet, juicy cunt to Davis as he removed his clothes.
She looked up at him and said with a slight accent, "Do anything you please; we have all of the time you wish to take."
He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers up and down her wet, slippery slit, feeling the hard clitoris under his fingers. Davis lowered his mouth onto her open cunt and began to run his tongue up and down the long, swollen lips. He played and teased her, just missing the throbbing clitoris each time his mouth moved up toward it. She moaned and squeezed her breasts as she arched her hips and moved back and forth, wanting him to suck her clitoris.
He ran his tongue back down and slid it into her hole, slipping it back and forth, rapidly bringing her to a climax. Before she had even stopped quivering from this, his tongue was flicking over the largest clitoris that he had ever seen. It was a good inch long, and excited him so much that he almost came again right there on the spot.
The stage revolved and the lights changed as they made love. There was no part of the room that could not view the stage clearly. The customers sat quietly as the activity continued on the stage.
She built quickly to a climax and came again, the hot honey flowing profusely from her cunt. Davis caught the sweet juices as they continued to pour from her hot cunt.
He lay back on the bed as she ran her tongue around and around his cock, then swooping down, she took the whole shaft all the way down to his balls and while sucking on him, licked her long, thin tongue over his balls. She sucked and massaged as he reached up to her beautiful tan breasts and ran his hands over the silky globes.
Just as she felt he was about to come, she stopped and got up over him. Dancing and swaying back and forth, she lowered her cunt onto his throbbing cock. She worked up and down to the rhythm of the music as she brushed her fingers over her nipples.
As he began to throb with the come building up, ready to shoot out into her soft, velvet cunt, she suddenly rolled off of him, turned him onto his side and with his cock an inch or two from her open lips, let his hot come shoot into her waiting mouth.
She then moved until she had her cunt above his face and as she lowered onto his waiting lips she began to run her tongue between his balls, turning him on again. His cock began to respond to the licking and sucking, and before he realized it she was on him again, her sweet cunt squeezing and massaging him without even moving.
She played, she teased; then reaching down by the side of the bed, she took a pitcher of oil, and sitting on his cock as he lay on the bed, began to pour the oil over her body. It ran slowly over her tits and down her firm belly to finally reach the pubic hair. She rubbed the oil into her skin as she moved her hips around and around, making small slurping sounds. Then, pouring the rest of the oil over his chest, she lowered her nipples down against him and began to roll and squirm as he held her close.
The whole room began to disappear as he reached the peak again. Then with a shout they both came, the juices mixing and flowing back down from her open cunt, down her legs and over his balls.
They lay there for a few minutes as he wondered if she were going to attempt trying again, when the lights began to dim.
She turned to him and said, "It was very good... do come again."
Then she rolled to the side of the bed, looked back at him, and disappeared into the back of the club.
The stage was now completely dark; he quickly dressed and found his way back to the table. Sabra and Milena were waiting and handed him a fresh cup of coffee.
"You were beautiful, Jeff," Milena said, looking at him through slightly lowered lids. "Watching you is almost as good as being with you."
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
Sabra turned to him. "What do you think of the place now, Jeff?"
He thought about what had just transpired and said, "Well, at least now I know what kind of club it is."
They all hugged each other and laughed.
CHAPTER THREE
They arrived back at Sabra's and Milena's apartment as the sun was casting a warm glow over the Casbah. The old part of the city seemed to be covered in a patina of golden dust. Davis felt that you could sweep a fortune up out of the streets as he looked around.
The light was streaming in the windows as he collapsed onto the cushions and accepted an offered cup of broth. He thought over the last fourteen hours and wondered how all of this had happened to him so suddenly.
"Do you find it so surprising that we managed to meet, Jeff?" Sabra said as she sipped her broth, the light from the windows glowing in her hair.
"Yes," he said, "it fascinates me very much that we just stumbled into this whole thing."
"You see," Sabra said, "Milena and I saw you over a week ago and began to plan ways to get to know you. We thought that it would be better if it appeared to be quite accidental, but," she paused for a moment, "we didn't realize that a street mongrel would do us the favor!"
"You mean to tell me that all of this was planned!" he said, incredulously.
Milena and Sabra looked at each other and then looked at Davis and nodded slowly.
"But why me?" he said.
"Why not you?" they both said in unison.
Davis merely lay back on the cushions, letting his body relax and thought: All right then, I'll just see what happens next. He had to admit to himself that he couldn't have asked for more if he had let his imagination run away with him for a whole week. As a matter of fact, he seemed to remember that he had let his imagination run loose ever since he had heard about this Moroccan assignment and nothing he had thought of had come close to what had happened.
He watched as Sabra lightly played with Milena's hair and brushed a small wisp away from Milena's face. They were so close to each other and so free of all of the hangups that other people seemed to have. They were without a doubt the most remarkable women that he had ever met.
"Jeff," Sabra said, "why don't you lie back and relax. You gave us a beautiful show tonight and now I think it's your turn to watch."
Milena had rolled over nearer Sabra and had put her head in Sabra's lap. She was gently caressing Sabra's arm as she looked deeply into her eyes. The two of them were like a still photograph there in the early morning light, and Davis was fascinated as he watched them. He thought to himself that Milena was so much more the outgoing personality of the two, but at that moment she seemed to have become quite passive.
Davis watched as Sabra slowly pulled her skirt out from under Milena's head and spread her legs to give Milena better access to the bare pussy. Milena's tongue licked out and very gently parted the inner lips, exposing Sabra's clitoris.
Sabra unzipped the dress and threw it to one side, lying back on the cushions. Milena put her lips around Sabra's vibrating clitoris and flicked her tongue back and forth-first very slowly, and then more rapidly, until Sabra began to quiver all over as if an electric current was passing through her body.
Milena's hands were all over Sabra's beautiful breasts, stroking and massaging them as she sucked on the moist, hot pussy.
Suddenly Sabra unzipped Milena's dress and took it off. She removed Milena's panties, got up over her, and they began to suck on each other. Then with a rush they both came. They were both in a state of bliss as they took each other's hot juices.
Davis watched as they rolled apart and lay side by side, kissing each other. The kiss was long and deep. Then Milena got up over Sabra and began to rub her wet, swollen pussy back and forth against Sabra's. She worked her hips back and forth against Sabra's, and slid up and down, their pussies meeting and their clitorises hitting as they moved. Davis was in a position that he could see their sweet, shaven pussies as they throbbed and pulsed. The movement and the feel of their bodies touching was sending chills up and down the two girls as they continued to move faster and faster. Their breasts were rubbing together as they kissed each other-long kisses, their tongues moving in and out of each other's mouth.
Then they both came again, a low moan issuing from the two of them as the peak continued and continued. They shook, holding each other for a minute or so, and fell apart looking totally at peace with the world.
Davis took off his clothes and lay down with them. They held each other for a while and Milena fell asleep, curled up against Davis' arm.
Sabra looked at Davis for a long time and then said, "What did you think of that?"
"I thought you were beautiful together," Davis said. "I never saw two women make love before with quite the same tenderness. It felt to me that you were really into what you were doing... it was great. At one point I started to come over and join you, but I think that it would have spoiled something for me."
Sabra laughed and held him very tight. "You see, my dear, why I said that we watched you for a long time before we decided to get to know you. I felt that you had a sensitive way about you before I even considered... how would you say... picking you up."
She began to stroke his cock as she gave him little love nips all around his neck and ears. He began to respond to this, almost to his surprise. She .held his now erect cock and lowered her cunt onto him.
"Just lie still and see what happens. It takes a few minutes, so let your mind relax and go wherever it wants to," Sabra told him.
As he lay there, he became aware of his pulse throbbing in his cock... he felt the walls of her sweet cunt moving slighdy on him. The feeling became more intense as the minutes passed. He felt his mind drifting back over the previous day and all of the scenes and sensations that had occurred: the sweet taste of the girl he had made love to in the club, the photographs on the wall. As he lay there, in his mind he saw vividly the girl with the garden hose and she was there in front of him... and as the hose sprayed into her waiting cunt, she moaned and writhed against the tapestry.
Then he felt the lower part of his body begin to move as though there was no conscious effort on his part. He felt Sabra moving against him. There was a feeling of detachment, and the deepest sensations in his body that he had ever felt. They moved faster and faster against each other as if involuntarily.
He had the feeling that he was not fucking; his body was fucking and he was merely an observer. The force built and built. He had never moved like this in his life-never so fast, never so long. He had never felt this high before.
Somewhere during this, his mind seemed to leave and go somewhere else. Then with a long sustained rush he could feel his come welling up from inside, from the very depths of his being. There was a sound in his throat that refused to form, and then it was over.
He lay there stunned as his senses returned. Sabra was smiling at him and stroking his face. She said nothing, and rested her head against his - arm and went to sleep. He lay there on the cushions feeling as if he weighed next to nothing... and fell asleep himself.
The sounds from the street rattled and clattered in his ears. He wanted them to go away, but the noise increased. "Damn garbage trucks," he mumbled as he rolled over and reached for his pillow. His hand encountered nothing but floor wherever he felt for the pillow, and reality began to seep into his consciousness. He lay there for a few seconds piecing the events of the previous night into a reasonable facsimile of order, and sat up with a start. He looked around the room. He tried placing where he was the way one does when one exits from a complicated subway labyrinth and is not sure which way is facing uptown.
The room was empty... empty as a cigarette pack the morning after a bender... empty as a bent beer can.
There was nothing in the room to indicate the presence of anyone having ever been there. The only sound of humanity continued to pour in the window from the bazaar. It was unbelievable. Not even a scrap of paper.
"And the Arabs folded their tent and stole away in the dark of night," he muttered as he dressed. His wallet was still there when he thought to check, and what money and credit cards he had had with him were still intact and untouched.
He scoured the apartment looking for any clue that would let him know that the last twenty-four hours had not been some strange fantasy, but nothing turned up except a small bug doing calisthenics on the counter in the kitchen.
"Hey you," Davis said, peering down at the bug. "Did you see two girls come through here on their tippytoes anytime in the last few hours?"
The bug continued to do his calisthenics with what Davis considered a certain disdain for his predicament. "A lot of help you are," he yelled back in the direction of the kitchen as he went through the hall and slammed the front door behind him.
He wandered back into the bazaar, which hadn't seemed to change at all since the day before. Hell, the more he thought about it, he began to figure that the bazaar hadn't changed much in several centuries.
His old friend Mahmat was standing outside his stall yelling at the top of his voice about the wares in the baskets surrounding him as Davis approached.
"Good afternoon Meester Davis. Wat brings your humble selfness in my direction?" Mahmat was smiling the perrenial smile of the shark in a warm lagoon.
"Mahmat, do you know who owns the house in the Suq El Sarin... the one at the end of the alley with a blue door?"
"Meester Davis, if you weesh an apartement that ees not good location. Much too much cost to you. Now I know a merchant who ees not a camel theef if you know the meaning... "
"Mahmat, I don't want to rent it, I want to find out who lives there."
"OhI There ees a woman... hmmmm?"
"Now a woman, two women. Look Mahmat, my fine thief, do you know the owner or not?"
"Yes Meester Davis, I think so. Let me see... " Mahmat took out a grubby piece of paper and a pencil.
'Tes, I wish to know who rents the house with the blue door on the Suq El Sarin," Davis asked the voice who had answered the phone. He lay back on the bed in his hotel room and lit a cigarette while he waited for the voice to return.
He could hear a distant conversation that he could only catch bits and pieces of... something about the house having been empty for the last three months; something else about the premises being for rent at a reasonable price, and he hung up the phone. This was obviously going to be a weird chase.
Finding Madam Tanya might be the best approach at this point... if he could remember where he had been the night before. He half expected to find that the girls had packed that part of the city and taken it with them when they departed.
A cursory exploration of the area turned up nothing. Zilch. No girls. No Madam Tanya. No club. He asked the street urchins about the old woman with the pentagram on her cheek, but got no answer for the coins that he handed out. It was as if the whole thing had never happened. But he remembered the fabric and the girls and set his head for the inevitable fact that he was going to find them if it took the rest of his time in the Middle East. He now had a mission. The only trouble was, they had done too good a job of disappearing. It was like the Houdini elephant trick... where could you hide that much stuff that fast.
An hour later he was back in the lobby of the hotel, somewhat dejected by the turn of events. As he started to the elevator, a voice from the desk called his name.
"Mr. Davis, there's a message for you."
He went to the desk and took the envelope. It had no return address and was simply addressed 'Davis, Hotel Maharaj, Rabat.' He tore the envelope open in the elevator, and it contained one cryptic word... Tunis... and a pentagram in the bottom right side of the paper.
Tunis?
Why not, he thought, and thanked Madam Tanya, wherever she was.
"This is Jeff Davis. I want to know if you have a company flight out of Rabat to Tunis tonight.
CHAPTER FOUR
There were two stewardesses on board the company jet. Davis had never understood why there were always two... but there always were. The girls were always beautiful, warm, friendly... even encouraging at times.
"Good evening, Mr. Davis. I hope you enjoy your flight. My name is Ann, and the other stewardess' name is Tina. If you need anything, just let me know. Oh yes, you seem to be our only passenger this evening."
"Thank you, Ann," Davis said as he setded back in his seat. "Can I take that as meaning I'm the sole object of your attentions?"
"Of course, Mr. Davis."
"Just Jeff," he said smiling.
"All right... Jeff," she said, returning the smile.
Davis let his eyes leisurely wander over the terrain in front of him. Ann was nicely built... like one of those small, compact private jets. In the uniforms his company provided, it was often hard to tell, but she seemed to be able to make it work in her favor.
She wore no blouse under the severely cut jacket. This seemed to diminish its severeness. The jacket was a low-cut V neck, and as she leaned over he could get a glimpse of her soft breasts. He knew that she was delightfully firm, as her breasts rode high when she stood straight up. Now he was sure that she didn't wear a bra. As he sat there, he thought of the possibility of playing with them, sucking on them and feeling the nipples turn hard under his tongue.
She turned and walked away toward the cockpit, or wherever stewardesses disappear to. Davis watched as her round ass rotated under the tight mini skirt.
My god, Davis thought. J wonder if she has a crotch attached to those legs. I could swear that they reached right up to her belly button.
At that precise moment, Ann bent over to pick up something from the aisle, thus solving Davis' dilemma. She not only had a pussy, but also didn't believe in panties. Her sweet, creamy flesh covered with pale blonde fur was exposed to his gaze.
"She must be psychic," he muttered, watching as she straightened up and passed from sight.
Davis found himself with an erection. He wondered if he could possibly convince her to soothe his hard cock. Maybe... just maybe she could be convinced to consider that as part of her attentions toward him.
He hadn't seen Tina yet; of course he hadn't had much time either. Then he saw Tina coming down the aisle. He wondered if he could ask her to have Ann come back, but one look at her and he decided he'd better not ask. She'd be great for providing all the flight pattern statistics if you just happened to be interested, but not much else.
Davis felt the surge of the jet as it took off for Tunis. He began to muse about balling on a plane. Never having done it before, he thought that it might be interesting. But for the moment he would have to be patient.
Turning towards the window, Davis could see miles and miles of dark clouds. In his mind, they took on the delicious form of breasts. There were also giant cunts that seemed to beckon to his erect cock, tempting him and making him want to sink it into their luscious folds.
He wished Ann would come back. Reaching down, he rubbed his pants against his hot, hard prick. The friction of the cloth against him felt good. Tina was sitting up front, but wasn't looking. Then Ann came back down the aisle.
"Damn," she said, half to herself, "my back is killing me."
"Would you like for me to give you a back rub?" Davis asked.
"Hey, I'm the one whose supposed to be showering attention around here, but actually if you real- ly want to... " her voice was trailing off as she saw the bulge in his pants.
"Sure. Let's move further back," Davis said, looking in the direction of Tina.
"I've got one of those portable vibrators," she said as they moved toward the back of the plane.
Davis grinned as he thought of the uses he could put the vibrator to. The plane had couches in the lounge, and Ann lay down on one of them, cradling her head in her arms.
The jacket rode" up, exposing a small strip of smooth skin. Her waist was tiny. Davis could practically cover it with both his hands. His fingers began to rub the soft flesh.
"Ann?"
"Yes... Jeff?"
"Take the jacket off. I can reach you better that way."
She slipped the jacket off, only briefly exposing her pretty breasts to him, then she lay back down on the couch. He let his fingers slide over the silky expanse of skin, straying down her sides and feeling the small bulges of her flattened breasts. She moaned softly.
"Oooh, your hands feel so good," she said as she wriggled down into the couch, making her skirt climb slowly up over her buttocks.
Davis reached over and picked up the vibrator. Flicking on the switch, he brought it over to her thighs.
"That's not my back, Mr. Davis."
"It's okay," Davis said, "it still relaxes you."
"Oh definitely, just bring it a little higher," she murmured.
Davis rolled it up against Ann's ass, then around the cheeks. She began to rotate her hips to the movement, and he could see her pussy swell to the sensations of the vibrator. With his other hand he reached down to play with her clitoris. Rolling the hard knob of flesh between two fingers, he felt it swell as her cunt became slick with desire.
He moved the vibrator down between the cheeks of her pretty ass. She groaned and lifted her hips higher, inviting him to plunge the shaking rod into her quivering vagina. He slipped the tip of the instrument into the gasping hole and let it rest there.
Still languorously rubbing her clitoris which had become bright red and swollen, Davis leaned over and blew in her ear.
"Oooh, Jeff, move it... please move it in me!" Ann moaned and moved on the couch.
"Patience, Ann," Davis said, "let it sit there. It gets better."
Then he began to move the vibrator around and around in small circles, pressing closely on the walls of her impassioned cunt. Her cunt muscles suddenly sucked the vibrator deep into her pussy. Davis pushed it harder and felt it reach all the way up.
"Roll over, Ann."
She turned over and without waiting, reached out and unzipped his pants. Bursting from the opening, his bulging cock sprang into her waiting hand.
"What a beautiful prick," she said, running her fingers over the hard, glistening tip. "So big and red!" Then she took it firmly in her hand and began to rub it up and down, her velvet hands working him slowly to pure rapture.
"Suck it, Ann. Take the tip and run your tongue over it!"
She raised onto one elbow, bent over, and started to nibble. Running her tongue over its smoothness, she suddenly sucked the whole shaft into her mouth. She worked her lips at the base of his cock and let the tip of her tongue run up and down the length of his long, hard stem.
He groaned, and moved his fingers feverishly over her clitoris. Her juices began to ooze down the vibrator, making his fingers feel warm and slick.
"Ooh yes," he said in her ear. "Yes, yes, do it, baby!"
She moaned and sucked harder, making small popping sounds as she slipped his cock faster and faster in and out of her mouth.
Then Davis took the vibrator out of Ann's pussy. He pushed it, drenched in Ann's own juices, into the tight hole of her anus.
"Jeff, it hurts!" Ann cried out.
"Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Oh, Jeff," Ann said, and then began to relax, caught up in the passion. The vibrator seemed to sear into her flesh, her ass contracting, then going loose as the buzzing little machine slipped in. The vibrating motion in her ass was unbelievable. Davis didn't move it at all, he just let it rest there.
Slipping his cock away from her mouth, he pushed her back flat against the couch. Then he drove his swollen prick straight into her wet cunt. Ann screamed with the first thrust, but Davis continued to ram it in deeper and harder each time. He seemed to want to make a new passageway. She could feel his cock and the vibrator simultaneously as she arched her back and threw her hips up to meet each new entry. Then she swung her legs around his waist and locked her feet together.
It seemed to Davis that she was very loose, but only momentarily. Then she tightened her muscles around his cock till she felt like a young virgin. She flattened her hands on the couch and used them as leverage to move her hips. It seemed as if they were going to explode and take the plane down with them. Davis had this momentary flash of a headline that would read: PLANE EXPLODES ON APPROACH TO TUNIS... REASON FOR EXPLOSION UNKNOWN.
"Now," she yelled. "Now!"
Jeff held on for a second longer, then burst forth, his seed shooting deep inside her soft, hot folds. He lay there inside her, floating, drifting down, still with the feeling of the vibrator against his cock from the other side. He could feel his seed and her abundant juices flowing warmly from her pussy. He sat up and cupped her breasts.
"So nice, Jeff. You're really terrific!"
He pulled the vibrator out of her ass, and on sudden impulse leaned over and licked her pussy dry.
"You're not bad yourself."
"That has to be the nicest backrub I've had in a long time," Ann purred.
They walked back to the front of the plane and sat down across from Tina. She looked up from a copy of a scientific journal and leaned over toward them.
"Did you get your back rubbed?" she asked.
"Oh yes," Ann said brightly. "And he got his spine straightened at the same time."
Tina looked at them with a puzzled expression, then went back to her journal.
It was around midnight by the time Davis had checked into the hotel and managed to get himself organized.
All right, Jeff Davis, he thought as he strolled up and down the streets of Tunis, let's get it together and figure what to do now.
He remembered a friend from the States who was supposed to be in the city, and decided to give him a ring. Harry Kleinberg had been over here for about two years and would know his way around pretty well.
The phone was answered by a voice that sounded very much like the rustle of raw silk.
"Yes," said the voice. "He's here. Wait a moment please. Who is calling?"
"Jeff Davis. I'm with Acme Industries in the States. Assigned to Rabat."
He heard her put down the phone and move away. Seemingly Harry hadn't done too badly for himself since he had been here.
"Jeff! Jeff Davis, you old sonofabitch! How the hell did you get over here? I always thought you were strictly a New York freak."
"Harry, that's a very short, long story. Listen, are you gonna be in for a while? I'd like to drop by and see if you could help me with something."
"Sure old buddy. Hop on over. You got the address?"
"Yeah. See you in a half hour."
"Look, old buddy, if those two girls are in town we'll find them!" Harry sipped his scotch neat and kept an arm around his lady. It was very hard for Davis to keep his mind totally on what he was doing, because Harry's lady was somewhat distracting. She didn't seem to be bothered in the least sitting there in her bra and panties, and she didn't seem to care whose libido it bothered. Davis' libido was getting very bothered.
"Well, Harry, I don't have any idea even where to begin, so I suppose you'll have to take the planning from here."
Tana was Harry's old lady, and Davis had to keep repeating this to himself... Tana was Harry's old lady... No. Tana is Harry's old lady. Another scotch might help to impress that fact...
"Harry, can I have a refill?"
"Sure old buddy... Tana, refresh Mr. Davis' drink and bring me another."
She never said much. Then again, she didn't have to. The way she moved spoke a language that has been understood in any country since the beginning of recorded history. The way those panties clung to that small, bronze ass was enough to write an encyclopedia about.
She gave Harry his drink and walked toward Davis like a panther stalking her prey. She leaned over and handed him the scotch, smiled, and went back to the seemingly permanent bend in Harry's arm. The other arm had a permanent bend in it for holding scotch glasses. Davis wondered how Harry must look walking down the street looking like a coat hanger.
Then the second scotch began to do its intended job, and he was able to get back to the subject at hand.
"Well," Harry said after neatly tossing down the scotch, "let's get this show on the road. Tana, go throw something on and we'll show Davis here some of the high spots of Tunis!"
Tana floated out of the room and as she reached the bedroom door she stopped, turned, and smiled at Davis again. That was a come on if he had ever seen one. Davis thought that this might be more involved than he had thought.
"I want you to check out of that flea bag hotel and stay right here, old buddy. No sense in giving out good old expense account money to just anybody. Put it in your pocket."
"I don't want to impose... "
"Nonsense! I won't have it any other way."
Tana came back in the room and Harry looked at her with approval and said, "Let's make it!"
"Not now Harry," Tanya said, rubbing his cheek, "Later, when we get back."
Harry laughed heartily and pushed them out the door.
"Well, old buddy, of all the places in Tunis, if the girls are gonna turn up, this will most probably be the place." Harry helped Tana into a chair at a corner table and motioned for Davis to take a seat.
Davis looked around the club to see if he recognized anyone. This was obviously a jet set hangout. He half expected to see any one of several stars or models from the States wander through any minute. Harry had certainly picked the right place. The jazz combo was wailing away on the stand and the beautiful people sat in rapt attention to every note.
"Do you see them anywhere?"
"No, not at the moment, but let's wait and see if they turn up." Davis sipped his drink and kept looking around the room, and then between glances he would cross Tana's gaze which was locked in firmly on him. Then around the room again and then back to Tana.
He felt a small foot against his leg, and Tana grinned at him again and ran the foot under his pants leg. He found it harder and harder to concentrate on what he had come there for.
"Man, that group is outta sight," Harry exclaimed, tapping his glass on the table in rhythm to the music.
"Excuse me for a moment," Tana said as she stopped playing footsie with Davis' leg and left the table.
"OK, baby, don't get lost."
Harry went back to the music. Davis wasn't certain at this point what to do. Tana turned him on, but he didn't feel right about taking advantage of his friend's hospitality. Rule one in this business was that if you want to go anywhere in it, you didn't fuck your associate's old lady. If Harry wasn't a business partner it would be one thing, but...
"Hey, old buddy, what do you think of Tana? She's not exacdy what you find every day on the avenue."
"Harry, I want to level with you. I don't know if I should stay at your place. Tana unnerves the hell out of me."
"Look, man, I know she's coming onto you. So? She's a free agent and so are you. If I see something I want to get into, she doesn't hassle it, so why should I hassle it. She doesn't take up with every lame that happens along. You turned her on. So? Don't knock it, old buddy. If it happens, let it!"
And Harry went back to the music. Davis sat and let this sink in and thought: Why not, if it happens, it happens!
Several hours passed and the club was getting ready to close. Davis hadn't seen the girls anywhere. No sign of them, or Madam Tanya. He thought to himself that Tunis had been a pretty broad hint. It covered a lot of ground.
"Nothing, old buddy?"
"Not even a glimmer, Harry. Why don't we go and call it a night." Davis got up and helped Tana out of her chair. She took his arm as they walked across the thinning floor and Harry put a hand on each one's shoulder as they left the club and hailed a taxi.
They arrived back at the apartment as the light was beginning to glow on the horizon. By now, there was no doubt that Tana had more on her mind than pouring scotch.
Harry crossed the living room and headed for the kitchen, turning on the stereo as he went by it, and said, "Tana'll show you where you sack out, old buddy. See you in the morning... or afternoon... as the case may be." Then he disappeared in the direction of the refrigerator, leaving Tana and the stereo alone.
"This way... Jeff." Tana ambled seductively off in the direction of the bedrooms.
As they entered the room, Tana turned on a switch that bathed the bed in a glow of colors from several small lights placed at the corners of the room. She turned a knob and dimmed the light down to a warm glow, then turned to Davis.
"Lie down. Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed," she said with an air of someone who knows exacdy what they are doing.
"Why me... why don't you lie down," Davis said, not completely sure of himself in this particular situation.
She looked at him with her piercing black eyes; eyes that almost rooted him to the floor; then turned and walked slowly across the room. Halfway to the bed she stopped, turned, and said almost casually, "When someone else is driving the car, one does not grab the wheel." The logic of this caught him totally off guard. He lay down as she had ordered.
He had always been fond of satin sheets and was pleased to feel the smooth, black fabric against his body. He could feel himself getting hard; the excitement of not knowing what was going to happen, of watching her stand there so confident of herself, was turning him on. Then she approached him, slowly, like a cloud of smoke... a whisp of perfume.
"Spread your arms and legs as wide as you can," she ordered.
Davis did as she said, and she produced four long, black, velvet ribbons. She tied one to each arm and one to each leg, then proceeded to tie them to four hooks placed in each corner of the bed.
"She must do this often," thought Davis, "everything is all prepared." He observed that al- though he was tied down, there was enough slack in the ribbons to allow him to move comfortably. Symbolic bondage... that was, he thought, an outta sight idea. He had never gone for the real thing. One experience with a bondage freak had been enough to last for a long, long time. But this was something else... he dug the whole ideal Then she began to undress'very slowly, the pale light in the room lending itself to the surrealism of the scene. Davis watched with growing intrigue, and realized as he watched, that her body was reflecting the light... sparkles and shimmers flashed off of her skin as she moved in front of him.
She moved like a swimmer in the atmosphere of the room, shedding her clothes slowly and carefully. She stretched the tension of the situation like a master craftsman cuts a diamond. Now she was completely nude... a pause before the next movement of the symphony... time suspended in a beam of light Her hands slowly moved up her sides toward her breasts... ripe brown fruit, the fresh dates of an oasis. She squeezed and pulled on them as she rocked from side to side, playing with her fine, hard nipples.
He watched as she parted her pubic hair with two long, tapered fingers, revealing her slit to his gaze. Then, putting her middle finger over her clitoris, she rubbed the nob and moved faster and faster, building to a crescendo and spinning the light off her body in five/four time. She seemed to be immersed in a trance as she spun and writhed in front of him.
"Tana," he said, "Come here... come dance over me!"
� Tana moved toward him, still playing with her pussy, and got over him on the bed. She came close to Davis, leaned over him and rubbed her oiled breasts against his nipples.
She edged her pussy toward his hungry mouth. His tongue could already taste the hot, musky cunt that was dancing and weaving only inches from his lips. Her hips darted forward, planting her muff fully over his mouth.
Davis moved his tongue slowly around the folds and lips of her pussy, and then over the smooth, round tip. He felt it jump and twitch with each movement he made. She moved her cunt up and down so that his traveling tongue and mouth could feel all of her good pussy. He played with her ripe, swollen lips, and dipped inside her hole, tasting her warm, sweet honey and wanting more.
"Ooooh beautiful," whispered Tana. "Yes... yes, you are good... so perfect! Ooooh, make me come, lovely man... make me ride high!"
Moving faster, sucking, biting at her swollen clitoris, Davis felt Tana's body grow rigid with lust. He felt her hovering on the threshold of ecstasy. She let out a scream and grabbed his hair, pushing his face harder against her pussy, moving it around furiously, and then letting go. Davis could feel her wet hole pulsing with excitement.
Tana moved down Davis' body, stretching out full length. She moved and slid up and down his body, the oil warm between them. Slipping his cock between her legs, Tana closed her thighs over it and continued to slide against him.
'Tour prick feels so hard, so ready, Jeff," Tana groaned as she pressed her hot mouth against his ear. "Do you want it? Say you want itl" Tana flicked her tongue in his ear.
"Yes," Davis moaned. "Let me feel your hot, sweet pussy! Let me feel those beautiful walls close around my cock!"
Tana took his cock in her hand and guided it to her waiting hole. It went deep inside, then she sat up on her knees and began to pump his .rod in and out of her pussy, moving with a deliberate slowness. Circling his cock around, she moved faster and Davis could feel his come welling up inside him.
"Tana, come... make me come!" Davis yelled as he strained against the velvet ropes.
Tana moved faster and harder, finally reaching the peak of her excitement. Then she screamed, feeling his seed bursting inside her and his balls jumping against her ass.
CHAPTER FIVE
Davis could smell eggs and bacon cooking when he woke up. He could hear Harry humming a jazz riff as he busded about the apartment. All he could think about at the moment was how fantastic Tana had been the night before, or the morning before.
Tana came into the room carrying orange juice on a tray.
"Good afternoon, lover... how were the dreams?"
"The dreams were pretty good but the tangible realities of life are better!"
"Drink your juice and put something on, food's on as soon as you can stumble to the terrace." She leaned over and kissed him, warm and lingering, and looked at him longingly. "I hope that you are going to be in Tunis for a few more days, Jeff. There are so many things to do together."
He drank the OJ and thought about how he was going to find any thread leading to the girl's whereabouts. It would be tempting to stay here, in Tunis for awhile just to see what else it had to offer, but he had to find Sabra and Milena... he couldn't get them out of his mind.
"Good afternoon, old buddy, how do you like your eggs?"
"Over light. Listen. How can we track those two girls? You got any other ideas?"
"Yeah... the old proverb runs something to the effect that if you sit long enough in one place like this, that the whole world will eventually come by your corner. Of course, that's not the fast way to do it."
"Harry, with help like that, I don't need enemies." Davis bit into a piece of toast and watched Tana as she walked onto the terrace.
"Do you think you will ever find your two princesses, Jeff? Personally, I'm beginning to think that you were smoking too much of that good Moroccan shit and got your head twisted."
"That wasn't what happened!" Davis shoved his chair back from the table and walked to the edge of the balcony. He looked out over Tunis, and turned to his friends. "Those two girls are out there somewhere, and one way or another, I'm gonna find them.
"All right, Jeff," Harry said quietly, but don't blow everything you've worked for trying."
The telephone interrupted them, and Tana went to answer it. She returned carrying a slip of paper.
"Who was it, baby?" Harry took the slip of paper from her. Harry looked at it and handed it to Davis. "Well, it looks as if your break may have come. You just received an invitation to a party tonight. Does anyone know you're here?"
"No." Davis stared at the paper in silence for a moment. "Not to my knowledge, but you never can tell where gifts are gonna come from. Harry, old buddy, you'd better go along with me... I may need some help."
They arrived at the address given over the phone around eight o'clock. The doorman helped them out of their car and turned it over to an attendant. As the car moved away down the drive, Harry looked up at the building in front of them.
"Woweee! Your friends travel in high circles. Spirals even I I've been padding expanses and ripping off like a true, big time New York corporate bandit for years and never approached this grand a scale."
Davis stared at the entrance and thought about the concept contained in the word... entrance. This was the first place he had ever seen that deserved the true designation of that word... to entrance; as in the verb transitive, to put in a trance, to enchant.
"Well, let's don't stand here all night like a bunch of dummies, you guys," Tana said, giving them a shove toward the door, "let's go see what this whole thing is about."
The doorman barred their way as they entered the outer foyer. "Excuse me, but whom do you wish to see?"
"Just like New York," Harry mumbled as Davis produced the slip of paper with the address. The doorman peered at it as if it were in Swahili, looked at them carefully, and pushed a button on the board behind him. Picking up a receiver, he turned and looked at Davis as if he might be a cat burglar. "Whom shall I say is calling?"
"Mr. Jefferson Davis and friends," Jeff said, using the formality almost as if it were a glove with which to challenge the doorman to a duel. He hated the 'Jefferson' but it fit the occasion.
"You ought to have told him Doctor Frankenstein, Quasimoto, and Buelah the Witch," Harry mumbled as they crossed the carpet to the elevators.
"I went to a party once in New York on a snowy winter eve," Davis said, thinking now of the incongruity of snow in Tunis, "and we had to climb up six flights of stairs. When we got to the top there was, so help me, a goddamn Saint Bernard with a flask around his neck sitting at the door of this apartment. The host at the party pointed out the brandy glasses on the bannister and told us to have a drink." The elevator had reached the penthouse and they got off and started down the long hushed hall toward the sounds of laughter coming from a door at the end. "I tried two days later to find the damn place again but never could."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Harry commented as they rang the bell, "those things have a way of vanishing... like your two ladies."
"Mr. Davis! come in!" The door had been opened by a strikingly beautiful woman of about forty. "I didn't realize that you were bringing friends... but that's quite all right. I'm sure they will be welcome."
Davis looked around him at the entrance; Degas on the walls... and most probably real. He looked at his hostess for an instant and decided that she most probably could answer the questions that were forming in his mind, but decided to postpone them until later; sort of see what happens on its own.
"My name is Angela," she said looking in the direction of Harry and Tana.
"This is Harry Kleinberg, and this is Tana Kleinberg," Davis said, motioning in their direction. "Harry is an old business associate from the States who lives here in Tunis now."
"Delightful," Angela said turning and striding down the hall. "Come in and make yourselves comfortable!"
Tana kicked Davis in the shin. "Now what did you do that for!" Davis looked at her as he rubbed his ankle, hopping down the hall.
"Tana doesn't like to be referred to as 'Missus Kleinberg,' " Harry informed him. "She digs being an honorable mistress and that bugs her."
"OK, OK, I won't make the mistake again," Davis said, bowing to her. "Accept apologies?"
"Of course... Jefferson." Davis winced.
"You sure know how to hurt a fellow, lady," he said as they entered the main room.
"Sweet mother of pearl!" Harry looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
Tana looked at the tableau of nude bodies in various positions of sexual enjoyment and said, "My goodness gracious sakes alive, I do feel that we've walked right into a full-fledged orgy!"
"No shit," Davis said as he watched the various kama sutra daisy chains forming and unforming in the room.
"Well, boys, see you later!" Tana wandered off in the direction of an especially complicated arrangement developing on the other side of the apartment.
"I'll meet you at the Unisphere," Harry yelled, as she disappeared from sight in the tangle of limbs she had approached. "Well, old buddy, I guess that we have been left to our own malignant designs."
"Right on," Davis mumbled as he scoured the party for a sign of the girls. From the looks of things, even if they were. here, it would be damned hard to tell; better to wait and ask questions later. But one thing he was sure of-that they had something to do with the invitation.
Davis and Harry saw the girl approaching them-small and bouncy, with a plentiful crop of short curls atop her head, and nothing else but a glass of ice cubes between them and her.
"You two don't look busy," she said, looking them up and down.
"We were just looking for the score card so we could get started," said Harry.
"I thought that I had just slipped back to the ancient vedic temples," exclaimed Davis, observing the entwined bodies sprawled across the floor.
"If you can find some floor space," she said smiling, "we can make our own score card.
"Fine," Davis and Harry exclaimed in unison.
Picking their way carefully across the room so as not to disturb any of the other activity, they found a vacant spot. Getting right into the swing of things, Davis and Harry quickly got out of their clothes.
"I'll bet that it's going to be hard as hell to find these things later, but well worth it," Harry commented.
"Yeah," agreed Davis.
Their newfound friend sat down and patted the floor on each side of her. Harry and Davis complied and sat down beside her, and then Harry started kissing her, his tongue probing inside her litde mouth, teasing her tongue. Then he pulled his tongue back and sucked hard, bringing her tongue into his mouth.
Davis occupied himself with her tiny breasts. They had the largest nipples he had ever seen. They were growing increasingly hard under the persuasion of his mouth and fingers. He squeezed them and rolled them around with his tongue, delighting in the feel of them. He felt his cock growing stiff with pleasure.
She reached down with one hand and began to play with Harry's balls. Her fingers wrapped themselves around the sac and rolled them back and forth while squeezing them. Harry felt a rush of excitement and sucked harder on her tongue.
Davis then began little licking motions all over her breasts, working his way down to her blonde, fuzzy cunt. His tongue moved over her firm, flat belly, wetting the almost invisible down-like hair, and finally reached her delicious pussy. He buried his nose in her fur and closed his mouth around her throbbing clitoris. She moaned and lifted her hips a litde to make her cunt more available to him.
At that point, Harry pulled her over onto her side, upsetting Davis only momentarily. Readjusted, he continued to suck on her hard, vibrating clitoris.
Harry slipped his cock into her open mouth. "Suck my rod, baby," he said.
She moaned, and grabbed his hard prick with her hand and started moving it up and down in rhythm with her sucking motions, nibbling at the hard, red tip.
Davis was biting her clitoris, slapping it with his tongue. She was now grinding her cunt in his face to the motions of his tongue.
Harry slipped a hand behind her and found her delectable litde ass. Slipping a finger down her crack, he came to her asshole. Slowly, he pushed his finger into the tight litde hole. He got it all the way in and began to circle it around inside her tight little anus. She groaned loudly, and sucked harder on his beautifully red joint. She worked her other hand back to his balls, and squeezed and massaged them, sending shivers up and down his body.
Davis could feel her soaring to the peak. Vio-lendy sucking on her clitoris with her sopping wet pussy lips between his teeth, he felt her suddenly jerk and twitch, groaning in pure bliss. Harry went over at the same time, shooting his seed into her mouth. Harry removed his finger from her ass and she rolled over. Then she swallowed his whole load and licked her lips.
"Mmmmm, good," she said, "Hove men's sweet honey."
Davis sat up and looked at her. "I like your sweet honey, too!"
Davis' cock was Still rock hard and aching with desire. He stood up, pulling her up with him. Taking her body by the hips, he pressed her sweet pussy to him and began to rub his cock between her pussy lips. Rubbing harder and harder, he could feel her breathing grow heavier. Her nails dug into the round flesh of his ass. He took his prick and held it hard against her silky cunt, finally shoving it deep inside her hot hole. He felt her muscles contract and squeeze hard on his cock.
Then her muscles rippled up and down his swollen shaft, sucking it deeper into her. Suddenly she sat up and threw her legs around his waist.
Harry was sitting to one side, watching all of this and pulling on his spent rod, when out of nowhere appeared a tall, dark, lovely creature. She slid down beside him, pushed him back on the rug, and started to lick the area between his balls and anus. A delicious tingling sensation arose through his body. His cock was now at full mast again and throbbing.
As he lay there, he could feel her tongue probing and exploring, finally settling on his asshole. The tip of her tongue pushed against the tight little circle, teasing him to sensations of pleasure. He groaned and pushed back. Moving her tongue rapidly around the aperture, she worked her hands on the cheeks of his ass, squeezing and pinching.
"Come over here and do that," Harry said, standing up and moving toward Davis and his partner.
He took the cheeks of the ass of the young thing that Davis was furiously fucking, and parted them. He wet his cock and pushed the fierce red tip against the tight.muscles of her anus. Working slowly, he got it all the way in.
She was moaning loudly now, wrapped in the sensations invading her body.
They both moved now in rhythm with each other as Harry's dark creature crawled over on her knees and resumed the probing of his ass with her tongue.
Davis was now just on the edge. He was franti- -cally shoving his cock into her drenched cunt, feeling the muscles at the back of her vagina press against the swollen tip of his rod.
Harry's swollen cock was swelling more with each stroke as they moved together in her pussy and ass.
Then Davis let go simultaneously with her. A loud moan went up from their corner of the apartment as the release came.
Harry's friend had stopped tonguing his ass, and now leaned over to suck the last remaining drops of come from Davis' cock.
"Well, there wasn't a unisphere in the place," Tana commented as they rode back through the streets of Tunis. "How was I supposed to know you were worn out."
"You should have guessed," Harry said, mussing her hair.
"You keep that up... go ahead, keep teasing me and I'll get you home and rape what's left of you." She turned toward Davis who was sitting to one side of this scene, lost in his own thoughts. "Any sign of your two mystery girls?"
"Nope."
"Are you upset?"
"Nope."
"You sound upset."
"Nope."
"What are you doing then, your Gary Cooper imitation?"
"Look, what should I be doing? I should be jumping up and down in what could be considered a state of transcendental bliss?"
"No, but your attitude sure doesn't allow you much room to enjoy the fact that you just got the fuck fucked out of you.
Davis sat in the corner of the car, looking out the window, watching the lights of the city flash by him.
CHAPTER SIX
It had been difficult at best for Davis to follow what had happened since the party two nights ago. He had arrived back at the apartment to find a telegram from the home office.
HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY STOP GO BACK TO RABAT AT ONCE STOP FABRIC YOU DESCRIBED FIGMENT OF YOUR DEMENTED IMAGINATION STOP.
There was also another message... like the one he had received in Rabat that said, again, merely one word... Istanbul... with a pentagram in the right hand corner.
He had hurriedly sent off a cable to the home office telling them that he was going to continue his search, and had booked a flight for Istanbul. This flight, he had to admit, had been quite uneventful as compared to the last one. The stewardesses were precise and to the point. No fun and games in the clouds.
He was sitting in a outdoor restaurant watching the people passing by, and considered the events of the past week. Seemingly communications systems were far more efficient than the human eye for following someone. Especially if you happened to have someone on the inside helping you. Madam Tanya, for whatever reasons she had, had been most obliging.
The feeling of uptightness he had felt about finding Sabra and Milena in the whole of the Middle East had been effectively dispelled. He knew now to go where the messages told him to go, and wait So he was waiting. Madam Tanya surely knew where he was, even if he had no idea where she was. He looked around the pado at the faces. Then he noticed the slim young girl watching him. Aha! One of Madam Tanya's spies for sure. Davis felt proud of himself as he began to realize how Madam Tanya kept up with his whereabouts.
The girl smiled at him, and he picked up a newspaper and began to pretend to read it with a vengeance. He looked over the top of the paper again; she was still smiling at him.
"Are you following me?" Davis leaned toward her as he said this.
"What?"
"Are you following me? When are you supposed to report my whereabouts to your contact?"
"I don't have any idea what you are talking about," she said with a look of amusement, "but I must admit that it's one of the most original come-ons I've heard in years."
Davis got up, carrying his coffee and approached her table. "Then you're not following me?"
"No."
"Have you ever heard of Madam Tanya?"
"Who?"
"Never mind," he said, taking a seat at her table.
"Look, Mr... Mr. whoever you are," she said sipping her coffee... "Jeff... Jeff Davis."
"Well, Mr. Davis... "
"Call me Jeff."
"All right... Jeff. I don't know anything about this 'Madam Tanya' character you're talking about, and I'm beginning to wonder about my sanity for even having been interested in you in the first place, but I would suppose that if I am going to find out what all of this is about, I may as well introduce myself. My name's Marie, and I'm here in Istanbul for a vacation from the University in Paris. Now, are you some sort of international spy or something?"
"No, just a fabric buyer from New York, but things have gotten a bit complicated as of late. ft - - He sat with Marie and told her something of the adventure he had found himself on, and watched her remarkably beautiful face change and dance with laughter as he told his story. She was quite remarkable he thought to himself as they talked about the country, Paris, her studies at the University.
Now he felt more relaxed. Davis sat back, took a long look at the girl, and decided that she was about twenty years old.
"Marie... that's a pretty name."
"Thank you, Jeff."
"Let's have a drink and some dinner, then, who knows... I hear the beaches are magnificent here. We just have to be careful of pirates," Davis said.
"That sounds fine... Oh, by the way, I was told I would have very good fortune with pirates tonight."
"Great," exclaimed Davis.
A plate of raw vegetables was served as Davis was admiring his new companion. Marie had long tapered legs and her skirt was so short that it rode above her hips, leaving her cunt fully exposed. She wore a very small pair of bikini panties. Davis loved them because they barely covered, but implied much more.
He let his hand fall on her full thigh as they talked, and found it to be warm and silky. She moved her leg to press against his, widening the space that presented her pussy to his view. Now his fingers began to slowly stroke the inside of her thigh. Hooking one finger under the panties, he managed to graze across her clitoris.
"Jeff... you're turning me on," she murmured. "Good, you should enjoy your dinner even more," he replied, grinning. Continuing to brush across her small hard button, he said, "Wiggle out of these things... OK?"
Marie looked at him and then wrinkled her nose at him as she slid out of her panties, letting them remain on the floor.
"Would you care for a carrot?" Davis took a long, fairly thick'carrot from the plate. He carefully shaped it with a knife so that it had a relatively round end. While feeding the pieces to Marie, he took the whole carrot, stretched her pussy lips apart, and then drove it in deeply.
"Jeff," gasped Marie.
Davis grinned and began to move the carrot back and forth. Ever so deliberately he moved the cool vegetable deeper. Marie shifted her hips slightly forward to allow the carrot to move easier. Her juice was spreading over Davis' fingers as he worked her pussy.
"Oooooh yes," moaned Marie, barely capable of holding herself still in the chair. "Faster, Jeff."
Thrusting the carrot deeper and harder, Davis could feel her go over. Her hand grabbed his leg, and he felt his nails pressing into his skin.
"Ooooooh," came the stifled moan as Marie went over.
He brought the carrot out from under the table, and sliced it in half. Handing her one piece, he began to munch on the other. He could taste her juices mixed with the taste of the carrot. She took a bite, and smiled at him.
"I've always heard that carrots are good for your eyesight," Davis said between bites.
"Must be true," Marie commented, "I can already see that we are going to have a fine time together!"
They walked down the beach as the sun was beginning to go down. There was still light in the sky. Marie bent over, and took off her shoes.
"Heels are impossible in the sand."
"You might as well take off your stockings, too; you wouldn't want to get a run in them."
"You're right."
She lifted the skirt and unclasped the garters. Turning, she saw Davis smiling.
"Never mind me, I'm just enjoying the view."
"Oh, go right ahead."
She raised one leg and gradually pulled the stocking off. She repeated the act with the other one, then she walked over and handed them to Davis.
"Guess what? You're not wearing any panties."
"My goodness, I must have left them at the restaurant". Won't the Maitre de be surprised!"
They both laughed and Davis grabbed her hand and ran down the beach. Finally, out of breath, they collapsed on the sand. Marie picked up some of the sand and let it drift down through her fingers. "It's so fine, I'll bet that that's what makes the beach feel almost as soft as a bed."
"We could try out your theory."
"Mmmmiti, yes. I'm sure that there would be no harm in that," Marie replied.
She lay back, stretching her well-formed limbs. Davis leaned over her, lifted her head and kissed her closed eyes. Snaking his tongue all around her lashes, brushing underneath them, he gave her small wet kisses all over her face. Then he came to rest on her mouth. Lighdy prying her lips apart, he guided his tongue inside. He met her tongue, warm and hard against his own, encouraging him to continue. He played his tongue over her teeth, feeling their smoothness, dipping, gliding around her mouth, and then greeting her tongue again. He played cat-and-mouse, hide-and-go-seek.
He felt a warm glow building. This could last for years, he thought. It was as if they were in slow motion. Marie's breath started to quicken, her breasts rising and falling, her whole body responding enthusiastically to his passion.
Davis moved his hand down to her blouse. Slowly, he undid her buttons one by one. He didn't stop kissing her while he inched her blouse away from her captivating breasts. Gathering them in both hands, his eyes poured over their splendor. Her lush, ripe mounds made his prick swell with rapture.
"They're beautiful," he said. I could make a whole feast just of them."
"Ah! But they're only the appetizer, Milord."
Davis took a nipple in his mouth, and ran his tongue over the tiny litde bumps surrounding the nipple. Then he pushed the very tip of his tongue into the little crevice in the tip of it. He pushed with his tongue, sucked on her coral-colored drop, and squeezed the whole breast up with his hand. Davis pressed her breasts as close together as they would go, then rapidly went back and forth from nipple to nipple with his mouth. Kneading her tits, digging his fingers into the yielding flesh, he felt the intensity building.
Marie reached up and took off his shirt. She ran her hands lighdy over his chest, occasionally hitting his nipples. She took them between her fingers and began to pull on them, and giggled as he began to rub his cock against her thigh.
Davis reached under her waist and lifted her up. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her hips. He lay back, looking at all of her, drinking in the sight of her clitoris pushing up through the soft pubic hair. Little drops of her juice clung to her fur. She rolled over and straddled him.
Sitting on his hips she said, "Just run your hands over me, Jeff, no matter what position I'm in; keep your hands on me."
Davis reached up and ran his hands up and down her arms, down her sides, up to her breasts, all over her delightful flesh.
Marie leaned over him and began to rub her nipples against his chest. He could feel the two hard knobs glide over his own nipples; he felt a glow in his cock and the urge to grab her and press her close to his body was becoming almost irresistible.
As she continued, he started to grind his hips around, feeling the sand shifting under his buttocks. Then she moved further down and began to lick his nipples. She drew one slighdy into her mouth and flicked her tongue across it, hitting it hard with the firm tip. She took his other nipple and began to squeeze it.
His hip movements increased, and she fell into the modon, stroking her pussy over his clothed cock. She looked up at him.
"How hard you are," she murmured. "It's going to feel so nice inside me, so powerful, that hard prick of yours."
Getting off of him, Marie undid his pants and slid them off.
Davis stretched and said, "Suck on me, pretty lady. Swallow it if you can."
Marie nibbled on his tip, working Her way down his bulging shaft. Then she felt his mouth close over her cunt. His warm breath blowing over her ass sent a shiver up her spine. The licking he was giving her clitoris made her suck him that much harder. Suddenly Davis felt his balls being sucked up into her mouth. Marie had one in each cheek, using her face muscles to manipulate them. Davis began to pull harder and harder in her clitoris, slapping it back and forth with his tongue. She now was moving feverishly up and down the length of his cock, his balls slapping against his ass as she sucked on him.
Groaning, he dug his fingers into her ass, moving her faster and faster. A long, low moan issued from her lips and her cunt hole gasped as it opened and closed. Marie sucked some drops of fluid from his pulsing cock. Davis rolled her over and shoved his prick into her hole.
Marie gasped. "Oooooh, Jeff, you do feel good, incredibly good! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
She was screaming now, their bodies slapping against each other. Wetness against wetness. Their moans built as their slick, wet organs embraced. He felt the tip of his cock force its way into the opening of her womb. As it did, she contracted hard against him, screaming in ecstasy. He shot off, the burning pleasure of his seed thrusting its way out of his cock. His screams of pleasure joined in a crescendo with her own, then subsided. Slowly, he pulled out of her and lay down beside her, thoroughly spent from the passion.
"I feel complete and very blissful right now," he whispered. "The night is cool, but the dark sky can be our blanket, and the sand can be our bed."
'Yes, it was good. You love well, Jeff Davis, very well.
Davis noticed the two girls as they walked onto the beach. It was getting dark now, but he could make out enough detail to recognize them. Sabra and Milena were no more than fifty yards awayl "Marie!"
"Hmmmmm?"
"It's them. It's the girls I was telling you about this afternoon." He started to get up and slip into his pants.
"Are you sure?"
Davis hopped up and down on one leg trying to find the other pants leg. "Yes, I'm sure. I've got to catch them now. I'll be back." He ran off down the beach toward the two girls.
"Sabra! Milena!"
They looked up with a start as they heard Davis call their names. Then, without hesitation, they jumped up and fled from the beach with Davis in hot pursuit.
They rounded the corner of a building as Davis jumped a hedge trying to head them off. "Hey, wait!"
When he got to the corner and looked, they were gone. Gone like a smoke ring in a strong wind. Gone like the moon behind a cloud. He stood there catching his breath, trying to figure where they could have disappeared.
Marie ran up behind him, buttoning her blouse. "Gone?"
"You guessed it." He began to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
"Would this be of any help? One of the girls must have dropped this when they ran."
He looked at the soft fabric in her hands. It was a veil. As he stared at it, he noticed the same thing he had observed in the marketplace in Rabat. It was changing back and forth from opaque to transparent!
"Damn straight. That little piece of doth will keep the home office off my back for a while!" He took the veil and stared at it. It was amazing.
"Come on, Marie. Lets get back to the hotel. I've got some business to take care of."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hello, Mr. Levenson, how's the connection on your end?" Davis wondered if Levenson was going to blow a gasket for his having called New York rather than sending a cable.
"Davis... Davis," Levenson stammered, "Davis, one of these days this company is going to burn your ass in effigy!"
"I just thought you might like a first hand report of what's been going on over here... "
"I know what's going on! You're taking advantage of us... you're... you're... "
"Be easy now. Don't work yourself up. I've got a sample of that fabric I told you about. It's on its way to you now. See what you think of it, and I'm still trying to locate the two girls. As soon as I have something, I'll let you know."
"Davis, that fabric better be all you say it is." Levenson still sounded sceptical. Davis figured from the sound of things, though, that the company would stay off his back for a while.
He hung up and picked up his jacket off the bed. Well, things seem to be picking up, Davis thought as he left his room and started for the elevator.
"Good Morning, Jeff." Marie crossed the lobby of the hotel to where Davis was standing.
"Hi, baby, where you off to?"
"To find you, lover. I thought we might have lunch, or something."
Davis looked at her and thought of the adventure on the beach the night before. He began to want her again, but decided to postpone pleasure until he had taken care of some business. She reached up and caressed his face.
"We could go up to my room and order something for lunch, if you like. I have a surprise for you, if you're interested."
"Marie, I've got to take care of a few things first. What about my meeting you late this afternoon and we can have the whole evening together." She looked at him with a pout on her lips that made him desperately want to kiss them. "I promise. I'll be back by six this evening."
"Well... all right, but don't be late, or you'll spoil my surprise, you see." She kissed him-a long tantalizing kiss, her tongue coaxing his cock into a state of readiness. She then reached down and brushed her hand over it and looked up at him.. "Keep it that way just for me... until this evening then." She turned and walked across the lobby to the desk, got her mail, and went around the corner to the elevators.
Davis smiled as he thought of the effect that Marie had had on him, and what an outasight ball she was. He was almost tempted to hang up the hunt for today and take her up on her offer, but decided that he couldn't afford to run the risk of losing track of the girls at this stage of the game.
He went to the desk. "Do you have anything for Davis in 401?"
"Let me see," said the young woman behind the desk. She walked to the pigeonholes, swaying her round sweet ass, and returned with several letters and messages. "Here you are, Mr. Davis," she said with a winning smile, "if there's anything you need, just ring."
"OK, baby, I'll remember that" He filed this bit of information under 'P' for possibility and looked at his mail. It amazed him that things caught up to wherever he moved as fast as they did. There was a note from Harry to call as soon as he had some time to tell them what had been happening; the usual statement copies of bills for his records, and another note.
This one was another of the one word crypo-grams that he had been following. It said Akhtar, and had a pentagram in the lower right hand corner.
Where in the hell is Akh'tar? thought Davis as he wandered out of the hotel. He walked down the street puzzling over this, and decided that he'd better ask someone. There was an old man on the corner, standing, smoking a pipe. Davis walked up to him.
"Excuse me," Davis said. The old man continued to look out to the other side of the street, smoke drifting up around his dark, weathered face. "Have you ever heard of a place known as Akhtar?"
The old man looked at Davis for a moment, knocked his pipe out, and pointed down the street. "At the other end of thees street, my son, ees a dealer in camels. He is also my son, my son. You will need his services for the place you seek. He will tell you where is the oasis of Akhtar."
Davis thanked the man and headed toward Ali, the Used Camel Dealer. So Akhtar was an oasis. That sounded interesting.
Renting a camel had been nothing like renting a car in the States. He had never been through so much haggling and bargaining in years. He thanked the powers that be for the intercession of the camel owner's lovely daughter, who not only setded the price situation, as she smiled at Davis and looked him up and down, but offered to guide him to the oasis as well. Ali wasn't pleased with the arrangement at all and stalked off into his tent, muttering to himself, but Lila, the camel owner's daughter, seemed to have very much of a mind of her own.
So here he was. Jeff Davis was going to ride a camel! A camel that had two humps, and the camel owner's daughter to boot! No one, not even himself was going to believe this! Even more important was the destination. What did those two fool girls want in the desert? Well, it wasn't really so bad. After all, it's a long ride, and Lila was promising to be a most delectable companion.
Lila told him how to keep his balance on the platform saddle that they were to ride on; then the ride began.
"Hey, Lila, how much moving around on these things can you get away with?"
"Oooh, a lot, Meester Davis," she said seductively. "Why?"
"I was just thinking of some interesting things to do to while away the idle hours of our trek across the burning sands." He leaned close to her. "How's that for poetry?"
"Eet sounds very romantic, Meester Davis," she said looking out from under her thick lashes.
"On one condition." Davis stopped, as Lila had a puzzled look on her face.
"Do you understand?"
She paused a moment, and then nodded, indicating that she understood. "The condition is that you call me Jeff."
"OK... Jeff."
Davis began to take off his clothes. It was much too hot with them on anyway, and they had the canopy to protect them from the direct sun rays. Seeing that Davis was undressing, Lila laughed and followed his example. Lila didn't wear much, just a piece of cloth wrapped around her, but she managed to unwrap it in a most intriguing way.
Davis leaned back and watched as she rolled from side to side, stretching and twisting her golden brown body. Then she lay there, spread out in full view of Davis' wandering eyes.
"You like," she asked.
"Oh yes, I like. Can't you tell?"
His prick was rapidly rising, visibly showing Lila how much he liked. He leaned over and slipped his hands under her ass, and with all of his tongue, began to lick her pussy. Tasting her cunt made him fill with lust for her. He ran his tongue over the edges of her pussy lips; they were stiff like rose petals. He slipped his tongue down to her pungent hole and pressed it inward, feeling the smooth walls shift around his tongue as he moved it in small circles, sliding it in and out of her cunt.
Lila groaned, then grabbed at her clitoris, ferociously rubbing it. Rocking back and forth from the movements of the camel, she felt herself rising to a feverish pitch. Now she was pulling on her nob with two fingers, making small cries.
Davis, feeling her rise, squeezed the cheeks of her ass and pushed his tongue into her tight little asshole. Then he took two fingers and rammed them into her hole. Twisting them around inside, he spread them wide apart and stretched the walls of her cunt as he worked his fingers in and out to the motions of the camel. Faster and harder he moved his tongue, probing the sweet cunt with his fingers.
Suddenly he stopped, grabbed her hips, lifted them, and shoved his prick into her wet ass. Lila screamed, and then began to work her clitoris even harder. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he had one arm under her hips now. Then he pushed his fingers back into her wet pussy, driving his shaft faster into her ass, and moving his fingers in her drenched cunt. She felt his cock pull at the flesh of her ass. Her hole contracted on his fingers as she moved her fingers over her clitoris, and she tensed, moaned, and collapsed with a deep sigh. Gendy, Davis slipped out of her anus.
She sat up and took a piece of soft cloth and some water from a botde attached to a post. She wet the cloth, took a drink of water from the botde and put it away.
"Hey, pass the botde over here."
She handed Davis the botde and as he drank from the cool water, she washed his cock and noticed that it was still rock hard and pulsing.
"You .still have fuck love in you, yes?"
"Oh yes," Davis replied, reaching out for her.
She took his cock, ran her tongue around the tip. Then she began to suck it into her mouth a litde bit at a time. Davis reached out to her soft, yielding breasts. He bunched them up in his hands and moved the nipples around between his fingers. Her tiny mouth was like a well-fitting glove over his prick. She moved her head back and forth over his joint, her tongue tracing the swollen veins and the ridge around the tip. Sucking faster and faster, she made wet, slurping sounds as she moved on him. Davis began to moan, feeling the come pulsing between his legs.
Squeezing harder on her breasts, he moved his hips so that he began to fuck her mouth. She playfully jiggled his balls as she sucked on his shaft. At that moment, the camel lurched to avoid something in his path, and Davis fell back just as he started to come. His seed shot all over her breasts and down the front of her brown body. Before he lost any of his hardness, she grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy.
"Fuck me now," she cried.
Davis moved quickly in her. Lying on top of her, he felt the warm come between them. It was like sliding on thick cream. He was beyond thinking; the sensations of her cunt and his cock carried him into oblivion. Back and forth, harder and deeper each time-Lila was crying out and groaning, trying to get more and more with each thrust. They were fucking as if they were permanently joined together. The rocking of the camel together with their own movements brought them to the enchanting release. Simultaneously, they reached the pinnacle, and with moans of pleasure, they both collapsed. Lying there, feeling the gentle rolling motion of the camel and the heat of the desert sun, Davis felt satisfied and drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was sundown when Davis got back to Istanbul and civilization. He was dusty, tired, and thinking of a nice hot bath. A wild goose chase. The whole thing had been a wild goose chase. The oasis of Akhtar was nothing more than a desert Crossroads with a few merchants of questionable reputation sitting around swapping tall tales. Lila tried to understand why he had come all that way just to turn around and go back.
So the girls had gotten wise to Madam Tanya's help and were trying to throw him off the track. He just couldn't figure those two out. What were they playing?
Ali, the camel dealer, seemed to be pleased with the smile on Lila's face as he left camel and daughter with the old rascal. He half expected the old man to give him a bill, complete with tax for services rendered, but this seemed to be one area that the old man let his love of haggling over money go by. Davis figured that he lived by a code that said that you could charge outrageously for many things but not for true pleasure.
Davis crossed the lobby of the Hotel when He saw Marie coming toward him. He remembered suddenly that he had a date with her.
"Jeff, you're back. Did you find the girls?"
"No, seems that it was a trick. They're inventive though."
"That's too bad. Hey, my roommate, Ilse, just arrived today from Paris. How would you like to spend some time with us?"
"If she's anything like you, Marie, I would be most delighted."
Marie laughed. "Oh, I think you'll like her. Why don't you come on up to our suite; you can clean up there."
"You two going to Help me?"
Marie looked a him, then said, "If you want."
They took the elevator up to Marie's suite and when they arrived Davis was anticipating a very good evening. Marie unlocked the door.
"Ilse, look who I foundl" Ilse came into the living room. "It's Jeff Davis, the man I was telling you about eariier."
Davis was stunned. Ilse Had to have come from another world. They just didn't make them that way on earth. She had on a thin bra and a very scant pair of panties. She wasn't tall, but everything was in the right place; topping it off was an abundance of pure auburn hair.
"Hi, Jeff."
Jeff stood in the middle of die floor staring at the lovely young lady in front of him. Marie waved her hand in front of his eyes, and turned to Use. "You know, I think you've got the poor man tongue tied, which could be tragic, since he has such a very talented tongue. Go and run him a bath. Maybe that will help his condition."
"Poor boy," Use said, stroking his cheek with her soft hand. "I'll go and get you a bath ready right now."
She turned and walked out of the room. She moved with the grace of a cat, and with just as much self-sufficiency, too. Davis was indeed impressed.
"That is some roommate you have there, yes sir, wow!"
"I thought you might like her; now let me help you out of these things."
Marie reached up and unbuttoned Davis' shirt. She took the collar in her hands and drew him toward her, kissing him. Davis circled her waist with both arms, pulling her tighdy against him. He pressed his hips against hers and moved against her as she seemed to merge with him, the kiss becoming like an eternity.
The feel of Marie's small body brought back arousing memories of the beach. Marie moaned and explored his lips with her tongue; she loved to play and suck his tongue between her teeth, to feel the soft flesh between her small, ivory teeth.
"Mmmmm," he moaned, still rubbing against her, "you keep that up, and I'll never make it to my bath."
At that moment, Ilse appeared in the doorway.
"That's not fair, Marie, you're starting without me; besides, his bath's ready."
Marie broke away and took one of Davis' arms, while Ilse took the other, and then they led him to the bathroom. Ilse reached for his pants and began to unzip them, slowly sliding them over his hips and down his legs. She rubbed her lovely hands down the length of his body, and ended up kneeling on the floor at his feet. She removed his underpants, his cock standing out straight and hard.
"My goodness," she commented, "were you planning to do something with that?" She kissed the tip of it and continued undressing him. She removed his socks and shoes and helped him into the tub.
Davis setded into the warm water and looked up at the girls. "Hey, this thing's big enough; we could have a whole party in it."
"It's much more fun with an intimate gathering," Ilse replied.
Then she and Marie quickly peeled out of their clothes, leaving them in two small piles on the floor. Marie stepped in behind him; Ilse in front of him. They took some soap and started to lather him up. The warm water and the gende administrations of the girls made Davis' desire grow perceptibly. His cock grew even harder and began to ache. He took it in his hand and began to slowly rub it up and down. The soap made it slick to his touch, and his hand slipped up and down the shaft as he looked at Use's pert breasts.
Marie reached around from behind him and was rubbing and pinching his nipples between her fingers. They were two hard little buttons that sent shivers up and down his back and he could feel her own breasts gliding across his soapy back. She spread her legs and began to rub her cunt up against the crack of his ass, and he could feel her bush and her hard clitoris moving back and forth. He was groaning and rubbing faster on his prick as Ilse squeezed his balls, rolling them around in her small hands. The feeling of them moving slowly from side to side made her squirm around in the tub with desire.
The water swirled around Ilse's cunt, turning Her on even more. She moved her leg so that the heel of her foot was against the small red knob nestled in her auburn bush. Davis watched the passion in her face as she moved her foot against her clitoris and rocked her body back and forth. Marie's murmurs and cries were building to a climax. He reached out and took Ilse's breasts in his hands.
"Ilse, lean back a litde."
She did as he asked, and he took his big toe and began to play it over the tip of her red clitoris. He moved it faster and faster and suddenly slipped it straight into her fiery cunt. She gasped and began to move her cunt as hard and fast as she possibly could, the water sloshing and splashing all around them. She twisted her body back and forth, screwing her pussy down onto his toe as if it were a corkscrew and she were a botde of vintage wine. Then with a gasp and a sigh, Ilse went over, her body jerking and tensing, then relaxing as she settled down in the water with a satisfied look on her face.
"Jeff, take me, please," Marie begged.
"I want you to go over and suck on Use's sweet pussy first." He slid to one side to give her room to get by him.
Marie moved to Ilse. "Get up on your knees, love, so I can reach you."
"If they will hold me up." Ilse raised up slowly.
Use's clitoris was wet and she was jumping up and down in anticipation as Marie approached it with her tongue. Then Marie began to suck hungrily on the small knob, nipping with her teeth and rubbing her lips over the small, delicate pussy lips in her mouth.
Davis dipped his cock in the water, rinsed the soap off it and lifted Marie up a tiny bit, exposing her sweet, tight backside to him. He teased her pussy hole with his cock, brushing it back and forth across her hole.
"Oh yes, Jeff, put it in me!"
He brought her down hard on die full length of his pulsing rod, her slippery wet pussy settling onto him and clasping his cock in the soft folds. As he began to move in her, Ilse had her head in her hands and was grinding her mouth against her cunt, moaning and screaming with pure pleasure.
"Oooooh! So good, Marie! Do it... do it!"
Marie did as Ilse asked, and began to work her mouth and tongue faster on the satin skin of Use's pussy. Davis' cock was buried deep in Marie's vagina, going deeper with each stroke. Then Marie reached around behind Ilse's ass and impaled a finger deeply into the tiny orifice.
"Yes! Yes!" Ilse moaned as she felt the finger moving in her anus.
Marie quickly moved her finger in and out, matching Davis' movements. Watching the two girls as he was fucking Marie had brought him to the peak.
"Now! Now!" He moved faster in Marie.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," yelled Ilse, and then it was just one long scream.
Marie just cried and worked her burning cunt faster and faster against Davis, until they all felt the rush of the waves of orgasm wash over them.
Ilse laughed and said, "Surf's up, look at the tidal wave we madel" The sun was streaming in the windows as Davis woke up. He gathered his thoughts and looked about the room. Ilse was still asleep on the bed next to him, her soft ass curled up next to his leg. Marie was in the bathroom. He heard the John flush, and the sound of running water. She came out of the bathroom drying her face. "Hi," Davis said as he lit a cigarette. He fumbled for an ashtray as he watched her slim, young body in the light from the window.
"Better keep your eyes on the road, lover."
"I'd much rather watch you than any road. Come over here and split a cigarette with me."
"Oh no. You just want my body. You and your cigarettes." She crossed the room, sat next to him, and took a drag off the cigarette. "What do you think of Ilse?"
"Do you need to ask?"
"Not really. You see, we were lovers in Paris and I wasn't sure of the affair, so I left to come here and think it over." She looked intendy into his eyes. "Do you understand?"
"I think so."
"I had always had the feeling that Ilse really didn't care for me, that she was just with me cause it was the thing to do... Then she found out where I had gone and followed me here." Marie looked out the window at a gull circling over the ocean.
"So what's happening."
"Well, you see, I met you, and... that set off a whole lot of things in my head. I figured that you would give up in your search of these two girls that you came here looking for... and, well I sort of fell in love with you. At least that's what I thought, but as things have developed, I begin to understand things more clearly now. Ilse and I talked for a long, long time about you today, Jeff Davis. We came to a conclusion."
"What's that?"
"Basically that we really care for each other. But you see, I had always felt that Ilse was exclusively interested in girls. Oh, I know... how can you live with someone for so long and not know something even as simple as that... But it was true. Today was the first time we ever really dis- cussed our relationship in any depth. You see, Use really is bi.
"I would say that was a pretty safe statement."
"The rest of the conclusion was... that if you ever gave up on these two... Sabra and Milena, that you could come to Paris and live with us. Think about it. Now, what would you like me to order up for breakfast?"
Davis sat for a moment. He looked at the two girls, and thought how absolutely real they were. Then he thought of Sabra and Milena that night in Rabat. No, he had to find them.
"Well, Jeff?" She put down the phone and walked back to him, took his hand and sat on the bed. "I know what your answer is, but that makes no difference now. I knew it would be that way, but the thing is, I really wanted you to know how much I think of you, and how Ilse feels about you even after such a short time. Now, how about eggs and toast, coffee, in other words the works."
"Marie, you're beautiful. It's great to meet two people with such together heads!" He gave her a big kiss, and mussed her hair. "Eggs it is! The works!"
"Me, too. I'm starved!" Ilse sat up in bed and stretched full length. "Looks like it's going to be a great day. What time is it?"
Davis went back to his room and called the desk. He wondered if there were any more messages from Madam Tanya or the girls, and tried to figure out how he could tell the difference be- tween the real ones and the false leads. While he waited for the girl at the desk to return, he took all the notes out of a drawer next to the bed and studied them. They were all hand written, but when he looked carefully, he could see a difference in the handwriting. That would simplify matters gready.
"Yes, Mr. Davis, there was a message for you; do you want me to open it?"
"No, just have the boy bring it to me here." He hung up the phone and went to run a shower. The boy rang his bell just as he was getting ready to climb in.
"Mr. Davis?"
"Yes." The boy handed him a note and left his hand out for a tip. "Oh, right. One minute." He crossed the room to his trousers and tore open the note. It was from Madam Tanya. Davis checked it against the two original notes and concluded that it was real.
"Mr. Davis, your shower's going to run over."
Davis turned in surprise, as he had completely forgotten about the boy at the door. He reached for a small bill, gave it to the boy and thanked him.
"Must be pretty important," the boy mumbled as Davis closed the door.
So, Madam Tanya wanted him to meet her at the hotel lounge at three this afternoon. Well, at last, he thought as he stepped into the warm shower, maybe we'll get to the bottom of this.
Madam Tanya was sitting at a table near the door of the lounge as he entered.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Davis. I am Madam Tanya.
"Yes I know, although I've never really had the pleasure of an introduction." He took her extended hand.
"Won't you take a seat?" Madam Tanya motioned to the chair next to her. She leaned across the table and peered deeply into Davis' eyes. "Give me your right hand," she commanded. Davis extended his hand. She traced the lines for a moment and looked at him again. 'Yes, I think you will do."
Davis sat there in amazement. He had always thought of the sorcerer type as being male. She seemed to be much more than just a palm reader. Sorcerer fit her better.
"Have I passed the inspection?"
"There is much more to it than that, Mr. Davis; you see, I am responsible for the two girls."
"That much I had gathered, but why all the games?"
"Those were not games. I had to know how much this meant to you, and how resourceful you really were. You have proven, at least to me, that you are a good man."
"Thank you, Madam. I try. Now may I ask some questions about this whole thing."
She held up her hand. "In time, my son, but now... when can you be ready to leave."
"Leave?"
"Yes, leave. I cannot tell you more here. You must trust me completely. Jefferson Davis, do you want the girls?"
"Yes, of course. Madam Tanya, I didn't come halfway across the Middle East to find them to stop now!"
"Good, then you must be ready to leave by six this evening. Do not ask me any more questions now. I will explain on our journey." She stood to go. "You will meet me here at six. Promptly at six. Oh yes, I heard of your short journey to the oasis of Akhtar. The girls were quite amused with their litde joke. But they asked me to give their apologies if I saw you." She smiled at him and took his hand again, held it between hers and spoke. "Your test is not over yet, Jeff Davis, just because I am taking you to the girls. Now you have to win them."
CHAPTER NINE
Davis did as Madam Tanya had told him to do. He went back to his room, packed, and sent a cable off to the home office that he was leaving for a undisclosed location, but that he was in contact with the girls. He made it clear that he would get in touch with them as soon as possible. He called the desk to send the message.
"Yes, Mr. Davis. I'll see that this goes out tonight. By the way, the switchboard says they have a cable that arrived for you this afternoon. Do you want me to read it?"
"Yes, please." He wondered what the company had been able to find out about the fabric he had sent them.
"Mr. Davis? The cable reads as follows: You are right about fabric, stop, amazing, stop, can't analyze composition, stop, find those girls. It's signed by a Mr. Levenson. Will there be anything else?"
"Yes, I'm checking out at five-thirty, so have everything in order for me to sign before I leave. Thanks."
"Thank you, Mr. Davis, I hope you've enjoyed your stay here."
Davis hung up the phone. It was something else when the company actually encouraged him to chase girls. Levenson had been after him for years about spending company money on the pleasures of life. This sure was a switch. It must be breaking poor Levenson's heart to have to do this, he thought to himself.
He finished packing and went to the desk to sign out. The young girl behind the counter brought the papers to sign for his expense account charges, thanked him and turned to go.
"Miss!"
"Yes, sir?"
"If a Mr. Harry Kleinberg calls for me, give him my best wishes for a Happy New Year, and tell him I'll let him know where I'll be."
"All right, Mr. Davis."
It was almost six o'clock when Davis entered the hotel lounge. He took a seat, ordered a gin and tonic, and waited. The waiter brought the drink just as Madam Tanya came through the door.
"You won't have time to finish that, Mr. Davis, we must leave... now."
Davis looked at the drink. "Just one tiny litde sip to bid Istanbul goodbye?"
Madam Tanya took the drink from him and set it on the table. "It would be wise to save the sentimentality until we arrive at our destination. Right now we must go!" She led the way out of the lounge and to a waiting taxi.
"To the airport, driver."
"Are we going first class or second class?"
"Mr. Davis, I understand why you are making humor; it is because you usually know where you are going, and this time you do not. Therefore you are nervous. Let me assure you that you are safe and there is nothing to worry about."
"When do you tell me where we are going?"
Madam Tanya looked quietly at him for a moment. "When we are on the way. Just sit back and enjoy the view." She then took out some papers and began to read. Davis sat and watched the cars passing by the automobile window and thought how great Madam Tanya would have been in those late night TV spy movies.
The jet was something Davis hadn't expected. It was a small private jet, similar to the executive planes used by corporation presidents in the States. He could hear the whine of the engines as they left the observation deck and approached the craft.
"Good evening, Madam," one of the pilots yelled over the whine of the engines. He stood next to the boarding ladder checking over his charts.
"Good evening, is all in preparation for our departure?"
"Yes Madam, we will be taking off in approximately nine minutes."
"Come, Mr. Davis, let us take seats."
"Now that we are on our way, can you tell me anything about where we are going?" Davis had walked back to the lounge of the craft where Madam Tanya was seated on a cushion. She was in the process of lighting a rather ornate hookah, which was refusing to cooperate.
"I believe I might be able to enlighten you on some points, Mr. Davis; take a seat."
The plane was amazing. The inside was decorated with brocades, rugs, incense holders; all the trappings of the affuent East. He was becoming more intrigued than ever. He took one of the soft cushions and sat next to Madam Tanya. She offered him one of the hoses from the hookah. He drew on the stem as she placed a piece of lit charcoal on the tobacco in the top of the pipe. The taste of fine aromatic tobaccos flooded into his senses and he settled back to listen to what the woman had to say.
Madam Tanya paused as she blew a halo of smoke across the lounge and then began. "There is an Island off the coast of Persia. It is located several kilometers out in the Persian gulf. The name of this Island is Al Kashan. That is our destination, Mr. Davis. Now I would suppose that some background on your two friends would be in order. Sabra and Milena are the daughters of the King of Al Kashan."
Davis sat and listened to this, thought about it and concluded that it should have been evident to him before. These girls were of a royal family!
"Now you can understand why certain precautions were necessary in this matter. I observed you in your associations with the girls, and talked with them concerning you. Since the safety and well being of their lives is part of my duties in the Kingdom, you may well believe that I know much about you." She paused to let this information sink in, then continued.
"Sabra and Milena are very precocious young ladies. They have strong minds of their own. Occasionally, they decide to go on what they term 'an adventure.' These 'adventures' have taken them halfway around the world at times, but that is their way. The King loves his daughters very much... as they are his favorites. He has many other daughters, but they have never been as... intellectual as these two. At times, they have been in quite a lot of mischief, but I see that whatever mischief that is done is recompensed. I pay back rents, bail them out of the local constable's office, when necessary, and provide for their guidance as best I can."
"They are quite amazing,' Madam, and I was determined to find them again."
"Yes, I know. You are the only man who has ever pursued them quite so far. Most others give up when they vanish in the night, but I had a feeling that you were different.
"Is that why you gave me all the clues?"
"Frankly, yes. You would have never found them any other way." She sat for a moment or two in thought. "I decided to give you the clues for two reasons. The first is basically that I feel that the girls should settle down a bit. That would necessitate their getting married. Now, they have been brought up in European ways, and the people of our Kingdom would not be allowed to marry into the royal family. It was after much thought that I decided that you would possibly be ideal to fulfill the requirements. The king does not want them to marry into royalty from another kingdom. This is his personal preference. Do you begin to understand?"
'Yes, but what makes you think that I would want to marry the girls? Might I. not just be a bounder out for a good time?"
"From what I know of your background, and that is extensive, plus what I know of you through my intuition, I would say that you would be ideal."
They sat in silence for awhile. Davis found himself deep in thought about what he had learned and decided to just let things happen as they came.
"We should be arriving shortly, Mr. Davis." Madam Tanya went back to the front of the plane and began to prepare to land. Davis joined her, took a seat, and snapped his safety belt and waited. The no smoking sign lit up and he felt the plane begin its descent.
Al Kashan! Thoughts of the Arabian Nights and such things began to drift through his head. This was not exacdy like the stories he had read when he was a child. As they passed through the streets of the kingdom, he observed that basically they fit his image of what a kingdom should look like. The people seemed to be simple, ordinary folk-bright faces and cheerfulness. There were children running through the streets and alleys, obviously happy playing tag. What didn't fit the picture were things like the jet. He wondered what the royal palace would be like.
"We are here." The car stopped and Madam Tanya waited for the chaffeur to come around and open the door. As Davis got out of the car, he got his first view of the palace. It was truly a remarkable piece of architecture; domes in magnificent patterns of color with walls and gardens stretching endlessly in every direction. He had seen pictures of such places in travel books, but this was the first time he had ever been this close to one.
They went into a main hall, which was spacious and filled with color and light. The walls seemed almost luminous. Madam Tanya indicated that he should follow the man carrying the luggage and that she would be along presendy.
The man took him through several corridors and into a magnificent room on the east side of the palace.
"This will be your quarters while you are here," he said. "Madam Tanya will be with you as soon as she has seen the King."
"Thank you." Davis went to the window and looked out. The view was astounding. There were rows and rows of well planned gardens with a small lake on which floated the most majestic swans he had ever seen.
I think I'm gonna like it here, he thought as he viewed the scene.
"Are you comfortable, Mr. Davis?" Madam Tanya had returned.
"Quite comfortable, thank you. I have one problem though. I must send a cable to the home office to let them know where I am. Can that be arranged?"
"Of course; give me the message and I will have the Royal Teletype Operator send it."
The Royal Teletype Operator, Davis thought, This place gets more amazing by the minute. He prepared the message and Madam Tanya rang a bell by pulling a cord by the bed. A man entered a few seconds later.
"Give this to the Teletype and see that it goes out at once." The man bowed, took the message and left.
"Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Davis. I told the King of your visit, although I purposely left out some of the more obvious details. Those you may supply yourself as the time is right. There is an audience with the King tomorrow morning. Dinner will be served here in your room in about an hour. I will see you tomorrow."
"Well, Jeff Davis," he said out loud to himself, "this is certainly the strangest adventure you've ever found yourself in." Then he fell on the bed to wait for dinner.
After dinner, Davis decided that he would go exploring. He told himself that no one had told him specifically not to. He wandered in the moonlight through the gardens, smelling the exotic aroma of the flowers, and revelling in the feel of the place. He soon found himself back at the north side of the palace, and entered by an archway into a patio of some size. On the other side of the patio was a long hall which ran parallel to a series of lighted windows. He had heard the sounds of voices as he crossed the patio, and was intrigued as to where they were coming from. The hall had several doors that opened off of it onto that side of the palace, and he listened at each door for the voices. He found a door that he thought he heard sounds behind, so he slowly opened it. There he found a curtain barring his way.
Parting the curtain he saw a huge room surrounded by steps that led down into it; at the same moment, he also observed a large group of beautiful young girls in various stages of dress and undress. They were gaily chattering and giggling, splashing each other from a gigantic pool in the center of the room. The floor and ceiling were done in mirror tiles.
Davis just stood there looking around him at the splendor of the scene. A tall, dark-haired girl came slowly toward him undulating her scantily clad hips as she approached.
"Hello, are you lost?"
"Sort of... Madam Tanya brought me to the palace, but then-she left me to fend for myself. I gather I must have found the Royal Harem." He started to back away.
"Oh, don't leave. You're perfectly safe here. No one is allowed to come here without our permission... and I think I'll give you my permission." She took his hand and led him back into the room.
"You speak English, too," Davis said as they descended the steps.
"Oh yes, the princesses taught us English, though some of us speak it better than others. Come join us, I think you might enjoy it."
"I think you just might be right," Davis said as he looked around the room at the smiling faces.
She led him to the edge of the pool. Clapping her hands, there was immediate silence.
"Girls, Madam Tanya has returned with a gift, though I'm not sure for whom... but he has found his way here to us, so let us welcome him most graciously."
At this point two of the girls came over to him and quickly stripped him of his clothes and gently pushed him into the milky pool. To Davis' surprise, it was warm and then he noticed that it was lined with mirrors.
"The pool is milky in color for truly it has milk and honey in it," said his dark-haired guide. "Now relax and let the young ladies take care of you."
Davis looked around and found himself surrounded on all sides by gorgeous naked females. They reached out and began to pour the water over his body, letting their hands wander over him as they did so. He felt his cock begin to stiffen with pleasure, as their hands floated over him like silk. Then he felt their bodies pressing against him, their ripe nipples, granite hard, rubbing across his back and chest, and up and down his legs.
Someone was kissing his shoulder, someone else was sucking on one of his nipples. He looked up to see one of the girls turning around and around in the center of the pool while touching and playing with her clitoris and squeezing her breasts. He was watching with fascination the reflections of her sensuous dance, when he noticed another reflection joining hers. This one came under water; she swam through the girl's legs, removed the girl's hand from her pussy, and began to move her whole body against the girl. She kissed the girl, while grinding her own pussy against the girl's cunt. They both were very young looking, but they seemed to know all about the sensuality of womanhood. Their firm, young bodies, shimmering and reflected on all sides, were enticing him to feelings of complete abandon.
Just as he started to move toward them, he felt his prick being sucked on. Someone else was squeezing his balls, and a third was dipping her tongue into his anus. The cheeks of his ass were spread wide, and he could feel the firm hands holding them. He also noticed that he was being supported on both sides by two enchanting girls, which was the reason, he supposed, that he hadn't felt tired from standing. Suddenly a voice spoke.
"Just watch the pretty girls play." It was his guide. "The other will make you feel satisfied."
He continued to watch the young girls twist and writhe against each other in the passion of their bodies. Gliding over each other, they touched and sucked anywhere they could. This must be like watching the ancient fertility rites, he thought as he watched, only I wonder how men held out for as long as they did.
The feeling of his cock being drawn deeply into a velvet mouth, and his ass being dipped in and out of by the long pointed tongue sent him flying. All of his nerves were being stimulated and aroused at once. He was groaning and he felt as if he were going to explode any minute as he watched the young girls fingerfucking each other and visibly licking on each other's clitorises. He could hear moans rising all over the room. He would have looked around, but his eyes were glued on the two in the center of the pool. He wanted to touch them just once, to feel his shaft sink into one of their sweet holes. Any one would do; he wouldn't be choosy at a time like this. He knew he was twisting his body to the movement of theirs, though it seemed a litde detached from him, yet the increasing build up in his sac was very real.
He heard them scream with the fire of their orgasm and heard himself join them, but still felt no release. Then he was aware that there was a tight ring around the base of his cock. He saw that his cock was larger and redder than it had ever been. Several girls lifted him from the pool and took him to some velvet cushions. He lay back on them, and then he saw his dark-haired beauty coming towards him with an object in her hand. "You will like this," she said.
Leaning over him, she took the tip of his prick and began to nip at the end of it gently with her teeth. Each nip sent wild spasms all through him. Again he felt several pairs of hands on his body, this time applying oil to him and rubbing slowly back and forth over his skin. Then suddenly he felt a very hard object push into his ass.
"It is a wooden phallus made from the finest I wood to give you the finest of pleasures," she mur-I mured.
Then without further talk, she pushed it deeply into his tight ass. The burning sensation was incredible. Davis screamed, but suddenly felt a pleasure he had never before experienced. The wooden phallus was being moved slowly in and out of his ass and his cock was being sucked on at the same time. He shuddered and moaned as wave after wave of rushes blazed through him.
Twisting and turning, he stared up at the ceiling, and saw himself writhing with a look of ecstasy on his face, and what seemed like thousands I of naked girls around him. The oil on his body made him even hotter, so the girl's hands and mouths felt cool against his flaming skin.
Suddenly he felt the unmistakable feeling of a hot, wet cunt sliding into his penis. He moaned with pleasure as it slid onto him. Then he realized that it was one of the girls he had been watching in the center of the pool. She was beautiful with her firm, bouncing breasts. She moved her wet hole up and down his aching shaft, rippling her cunt muscles all the way back to her womb. The movement of the wooden rod moving in his I anus was increasing to a furious speed as he felt his cock being seized and sucked on by the young girl's tight, little hole. The movement of his body was beyond him; he was floating in pure bliss.
Then he screamed with release as the semen pushed up through the channel of his cock. It poured into the young girl who was still rapidly moving on his prick. The wooden prick was removed slowly from his ass as the young girl moved up to his mouth and gave him her sweet pussy to suck on. He licked her quivering clitoris until he felt her shake in orgasm. Then he licked her cunt dry, tasting her naturally sweet juices that were mixed with his own fluid.
He found his way back to his room, noticing that he had been gone for over three hours. They had bathed him and gendy redressed him; then had told him how to get back to the east side of the palace. It had been one of the wildest experiences he had ever had, and as he undressed and collapsed on the bed, he wondered if he would wake in the morning to find that it had all been a dream.
Davis awoke the next morning to the sound of a knock on his door. "Come in," he managed to get out as he rolled over and pulled the covers over his head. The door opened, and one of the servants came in bearing a tray of food. He walked over and placed the tray onto the table by the side of the bed, looking at the pile of covers that Davis had put over himself.
"Your breakfast, sir." There was no movement and the servant sniffed haughtily and left the room. Davis lay there for a few moments, smelling the food, and stuck his head out from under the cover. He sat up and swung his legs over the side and began to sample the delicacies on the tray.
Not the same as last night, he said to himself, but quite as healthy.
He noticed the note on the tray, picked it up and opened it. The note was from Madam Tanya and said basically that the King had been called away today on business and that he would see him in the afternoon the next day. If he required anything, to ask, but otherwise he was to feel free to enjoy the sights of the palace until tomorrow. As Davis finished his breakfast, his first thought was to immediately find Sabra and Milena and let them know that he was here, if they didn't know already.
He dressed and left the room. As he walked around the grounds of the palace, he met a number of people who nodded politely and went on about their business. He decided on further inspection that the palace was even more magnificent than he had even suspected the night before. It had been getting dark when he had arrived and he had been stunned by the opulence of the things he had seen, but that had been only a small part of what he had left to discover.
He wandered into a garden and observed a gardener tending to some of the shrubs. The gardener looked up from what he was doing and motioned Davis to come closer.
"You must be the American that Madam Tanya returned with last night." He went back to the bandage he was tying around one of the branches of the shrub.
"That's right," Davis said looking around him at the variety of flowers and shrubs. "I've never seen some of these plants or flowers; can you tell me something about them?"
"Certainly," He motioned in the direction of a particularly colorful array of blossoms. "Those flowers were grown in the floating gardens of Kashmir. The King had them brought here and replanted. He picked them out himself, you know."
"Really?"
"Oh yes. In his younger days, he traveled quite extensively in India, and even did a bit of mountain climbing, too. Oh, he can keep you busy for hours with tales of his adventures." The gardener seemed to get engrossed in some small caterpillar that was climbing on the leaves next to him, and forgot about Davis completely. Davis mumbled a goodbye, hoping not to disturb his thought, and went on his way.
He moved past the swans on the lake that he had seen the evening before, and found himself in a magnificent rose garden. The sun fell in shafts through the branches of the overhanging trees. Suddenly he heard a sound; a rustling sound that turned into giggles. For a moment he thought that he had come upon some of the girls from the harem again, but peering around the corner of a wall, he saw Sabra and Milena lying on the grass completely nude. Then he heard Milena.
"Oh, don't tease me any more, Sabra, take mel" Sabra leaned over her beautiful sister and began to pluck at her clitoris with her teeth, drawing her finely shaped fingernails lighdy over her sister's soft, brown skin. Davis stood and watched, taking care not to disturb the tableau in front of him.
She nipped and sucked on Milena's hardened clitoris. Milena groaned and moved her hips around to gain the full effect of Sabra's mouth, as Sabra gave her sister playful little slaps across her breasts and stomach, urging her further along.
Davis was enthralled with the scene. He had almost forgotten how fantastic they looked in the heat of their passion. His cock was hard in sympathy with their ecstasy. He rubbed his hand over the bulge in his pants to soothe it until it could find release.
Sabra's tongue was wildly flicking in and out of her mouth all over Milena's love mound. Down Milena's slit it traveled, plunging deeply into her gaping hole. Her hands squeezed and slapped all over Milena's body, building her to a fever pitch; Milena was begging her to give her release.
"Yes, Yes! Tongue me, tongue me, make me come!"
Then Sabra stretched out full length over her sister, and slowly lowered her own pulsing nob until it was touching Milena's. They ground their hips together, their groans blending into one. Faster and harder they moved against each other, the buttons flicking back and forth over each other, slippery from the juice that flowed from their pussies. Their cunts were glossy and the pussy lips tangled as they slid back and forth, faster and faster.
Finally one, long, drawn out moan came from them as Sabra removed her wet pussy and again bent down to lick the soft, damp lips of Milena's pussy. Then dipping her fingers into Milena's slick hole, she moved them around inside, bringing Milena to another orgasm. She slowly withdrew her fingers as Milena sat up, took her sister's hand, and very lovingly licked them.
Davis almost came on the spot, watching Milena's sensuous tongue lick around and between Sabra's fingers. He could almost feel it, and every nerve was vibrating with the sensation. He stood there as he watched them get up, put back on the light shifts they had been wearing, and walk off down the path.
He began to follow them, revelling in their beauty. They moved back by the pond and stood watching the swans, and all he could think about was having them again. As he made his way back toward the palace, he tripped on a stone step that he had failed to notice in his path.
"Damn!" He hit the ground with a thud.
"What was that?" Sabra turned and started off in the direction of the disturbance with Milena following at a distance.
"Oh," she said, stopping, "it was probably the gardener spying on us again."
Davis had picked himself up and tried to make it to the rose hedge in front of him, but he had not moved fast enough. Sabra had come around the edge of the garden and had seen him. He stopped and turned to face her.
"Guilty as charged, but I'm afraid I don't know a damn thing about gardening."
"How in the world did you get here?" Sabra stared at him in disbelief as Milena came up behind her. "Would you look at that." Milena looked, shook her head and began to laugh.
Sabra turned to look from her sister to Davis and back again. "What's so funny, he's not supposed to have found us." She watched in disbelief as Milena sat on a step and continued to laugh, the tears streaming down her cheeks. She pointed in Davis' direction, stopped laughing, and looked up at her sister. And then she started laughing all over again.
"He found us; he actually found us!" Milena spoke between chuckles. "That's the first' time anyone has ever beat us at our own game. I think it's fantasticl" She got up and ran over to Davis, threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately. Taking his hand, she walked back over to her sister. Sabra stood looking at them, just shaking her head.
"I'm not sure father's going to like this," she said as they walked back toward the palace. "By the way, how did you get here?"
"That's a long story. Why don't we go someplace and get some lunch and talk. I'll tell you the whole adventure.
"So you see, I've sorta got sanction for being here, besides, I've just about decided that my intentions are honorable."
"Now what is that supposed to mean." Sabra looked at him and raised one eyebrow.
"Whatever it means to you, my lovelies," he said kissing them each in turn on the cheek. "By the way, that false lead with the oasis was a good one. But it sort of backfired. The camel owner's daughter went with me. We had a marvelous time. All that sand and sun and nothing to do for a couple of hours."
"Well," Milena said, feigning jealousy, "maybe you should just go back to your litde desert flower."
They had all gone back to the palace, and as they walked, Davis could hear Sabra and Milena discussing the matter of where they should hide him. They did not know that he was there with full approval. He had managed to keep his mouth shut as he had heard them decide to hide him in their rooms.
"So here I am, and I have an audience with your father, the King, tomorrow morning."
"I really don't quite believe that this has happened," Sabra said, and laughing, she pushed him over backwards onto their bed. It was big enough to hold an army of people. Comfortably. They began to slowly undress him, muttering unintelligible words to him as they went.
"Hey, are you two putdng some kind of spell on me? I know about that stuff. It comes under the heading of 'How to Enslave Your Lover Forever.'"
"Sabra, I think the young man has been doing his homework since we last saw him. We'll have to be careful around him now."
"It's not really necessary," Davis said. "I'm already hopelessly within your powers."
"Jeff," scolded Sabra, "that's definitely one of the oldest and corniest lines in the world. You've absolutely got to come up with one better than that."
"Do I get time to think?"
"Oh, all the time in the world, Jeff darling," cooed Milena, "but you may be a litde busy while you do your thinking."
"Umitiitim," he said, wriggling under the persuasion of their persistant hands. "I'm not sure that this is all fair... you've got all the advantages."
His shirt was off, and Sabra and Milena were tantalizing his nipples with their tongues. Their shifts were very loose in the front, and Davis reached out and cupped a breast in each hand. Rubbing his fingers over the hard nipples, he noticed that Milena kept jumping each time he touched her. He knew that she had sensitive nipples, and he turned all of his attention to them. He rubbed and pulled them while squeezing her gorgeous, ripe mounds. Milena in her rapidly aroused state began to bite on his small, tight tits. He continued to flick his fingernails over her ripe tits. Milena moaned and thrust her breasts up toward his mouth.
Davis would not be rushed. He continued to tease her by rubbing and pinching her nipples, as Sabra stopped licking his nipples and proceeded to pull off the rest of his clothes. Slipping out of her own shift, she took a jar by the bed, reached out and took Davis' stiff cock and began to dip the tip of it into the jar. Then she scooped out a large amount of the thick, smooth paste, and very slowly rubbed it onto his prick. Davis had the feeling of the cool ointment on his rod, then he began to feel a strange sensation. Every touch, every contact of their bodies was magnified greatly.
He quickly took Milena's breast into his mouth and felt the flesh, hot against his face. His tongue was wildly flicking across her nipple as he sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he possibly could. His hand was still squeezing and pinching her other breast and he could see the redness that his fingers were leaving on her skin.
Milena hurriedly shrugged off her shift and, without dislodging Davis, moved so that she was straddling his chest She pulled her pussy up to his lips and began to move her clitoris over his nipples, moving only the lower half of her body. Davis felt her clitoris and it made him start to moan. He could feel Sabra's hand moving up and down very slowly on his cock, and then she took bis balls in her other hand. Now the paste was on them, too, and Davis felt his whole world become totally and completely sensual. Touch was all there was. Sabra was rubbing her clitoris against him, too. He felt her smooth pussy with its wet juices against his kneecap. He never had known that there was so much feeling there, but now he felt it He pressed his leg up against her cunt and moved it back and forth, feeling the smooth, swollen lips plastered to each side of her pussy. He was gaining in fervor, quickly going from one of Milena's breasts to the other, nipping and rubbing them hard against his face. Feeling his passion, Milena pressed more firmly against his chest, swinging back and forth, faster and faster.
Milena was screaming now, demanding to come. Suddenly Davis felt his prick twitch, and with a rush, he shot his semen onto Milena's firm ass. Feeling the hot liquid slide down her crack, she came.
Sabra then produced a long object and began to probe his anus with it, and he immediately became rigid again. The object looked very much like the artificial phallus he had so enjoyed the night before, except that it was curved in the middle and had two tips-one at each end. He knew that Sabra had coated it, too, with the same cream with which she had been caressing his cock. Bursting litde fireballs surged from his ass, up his spine to the back of his head. He groaned loudly in the ecstasy of the sensation. Milena looked at what Sabra had done, and got a hungry gleam in her eyes.
"Oh, Sabra, you are wicked, aren't you. I'm not going to let Jeff's good come on my ass go to waste."
With that, she slid her firm, sweet buttocks down onto the other end of the artificial phallus. She was on her hands and knees, and Davis could see her beautiful, ripe breasts hanging down and the gleam of his seed all over her ass. As she pushed down on the end of the smooth phallus, she shoved it simultaneously harder into Davis' ass. Again, he let out a groan and grabbed Sabra, who was sitting to the side of them, rubbing her hand over her very swollen pussy.
"Come here," he commanded, "I'll stop your cunt from burning. I'm going to fill it right up to the brim with my cock."
He then forced Sabra's cunt down onto his rigid shaft. He was a litde surprised at what he had said, but then, he had never felt like this before. Sabra's quivering walls closed tighdy over his enormous prick. Moaning, she rubbed her pussy in tiny circles, the cheeks of her ass brushed against his raised balls, teasing them each time she moved. He had almost forgotten how utterly fantastic she felt inside. He was guiding her by holding tighdy onto her breasts. He moved her up and down as she continued to sway from side to side. She was unbelievably hot inside, her silky walls only yielding slightly at her efforts.
Milena was now moving very quickly back and forth on the phallus; the movement was of course the same for Davis. Sabra began to brush her hair over Davis' chest as he rammed his cock faster and deeper into her vagina. Long spasms hit her as the force of his prick went hurtling through her. She and Milena were both screaming now, and this only increased Davis' action. Now he was shoving the artificial phallus into Milena and himself with each movement of his penis in Sabra's hole. He felt every tiny movement, every contraction of Sabra's cunt on his cock, every responding thrust of Milena on the other end of the slick rod. His own ass was on fire with the strokes of the hard object, and his prick desired only to continue to probe and work at Sabra's grasping cunt.
"Now!" He heard Sabra cry out. "Please, Jeff, please make it now!"
But he still held it back for just a little longer. Relishing the sensations-in and out, faster and faster until finally he burst inside of Sabra. Her body gave a shudder, and she collapsed on top of him. At the same instant he gave one last, quick shove into Milena's ass, sending her over screaming and laughing ecstatically with pleasure.
Just as suddenly as it had come, Davis' strange feeling that had been,produced by the cream the girls had used, turned into a warm glow. He held Sabra gently, letting his cock slowly slip out of her of its own accord. Milena removed the phallus from them, and crawled up into his other arm.
"By the way, Jeff, did you manage to think of another line?" Milena had rolled over and was looking up at him.
"Sorry, love, I was much too preoccupied."
"Mmmmm," mumbled Sabra, "I think we can forgive him, sister dear."
"Yes, I think you're right," Milena replied, curling up closer in the bend of his shoulder.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Davis was up and dressed by nine o'clock the next morning. He was in hopes that he could get back to his own room before Madam Tanya found that he hadn't slept there the night before. He tiptoed across the floor so as not to wake the girls. He had managed to extricate himself from their arms and legs without disturbing their dreams, and now he figured that he had best make with a litde haste before he got caught.
As he reached the door, he could hear voices on the other side. He stopped for a moment and went to the window. No way. It was a three story drop to the roof below. He had always heard that princesses lived in towers, but he hadn't expected it to be so damned inconvenient He went back to the door, and decided to hide behind it if anyone entered the room. The door began to open and he crouched against the wall. Madam Tanya stalked into the room, stood in the middle of the floor, and let out a bellow that could have been heard in the next kingdom.
"Where is he!"
Davis cowered lower in the corner. The girls sat up with a start. They looked hazily around the room and saw Madam Tanya standing there, her hands on her hips.
"Where's who?" They both looked around, wondering where Davis was.
"Where's Mr. Davis, my beauties," she began to look under the bed. "I know you two have him somewhere; the gardener said that you left the grounds with him yesterday morning."
Davis took the opportunity of her looking under the bed to start to edge out of the room. He had gotten about two steps into this maneuver when Milena pointed in his direction.
"Oh, he's right over there by the door, Madam; now may we go back to sleep?" She rolled over and curled up next to Sabra and was out like a light "Sold out" Davis mumbled as he paused in the door.
"Mr. Davis," Madam Tanya began as she walked to where he was standing, "if you are going to change your quarters on the spur of the moment, I really wish that you would let someone know. The servants have been turning the palace upside down for you for an hour now, and they have other things to do. They all thought that you had 'flown the coop' so to speak."
She took him by the arm and marched him off down the hall. "You know, these places don't run themselves, there has to be some semblance of order. Besides, your breakfast is cold."
Davis was not sure how to take this at all, as he had expected that her anger was due to his being in the girl's room, not just to the fact that he had managed to screw up the palace schedule.
"Two things," she said as they walked down the stairs from the tower. "One, how are you and the girls getting along... and two, are you going to be staying there or in your own room?"
"You mean I have a choice?"
"You call that a choice?" She sniffed and looked him up and down. "You seem to have survived the night quite well, so... I would suppose that they won't mind having you in their room." She added as an afterthought, "I'll tell the maid that she will have one less bed to make... that should make her morning I'll wager."
As they reached the bottom of the stairs she pushed him off in the direction of a door. "Now go in there and eat something; the cook will make you whatever you would like. I'll have your things sent up to the girls' rooms and you can go back there to clean up before you see the King." She marched off down the hall. Davis heard her muttering. "Those two are going to be at loose ends to find any room for any more clothing in their closets!"
Davis had breakfast after a hasty apology to the chef, who seemed to know less English than anyone he had met since he had arrived here, and then went back to the girls' rooms to freshen up. As he walked in the door, he noticed to his sur- prise that Milena was no longer in bed; Sabra was still sleeping soundly. He looked about the place; in the gigantic bathroom, the drawing room, or at least that's what he figured it to be, but no Milena.
He then noticed a patio or balcony off the drawing room, and walked onto it. Milena was sitting in an ornate lounge chair with nothing on but a pair of sheer panties. He could see her beautiful, smooth, exquisitely carved pussy through the material-the long, sensuous lips clustered in a state of repose in their attempt to guard the lustrously shiny clitoris that He so enjoyed feeling in his mouth.
"You devil!" Milena jumped up, angry to the point that her cheeks were becoming flushed. She picked up a book from the chair and hurled it vaguely in his direction, then sat back down in a huff.
"What did I do to make you so angry, my pet?" He crossed over to where she was sitting, and she refused to look in his direction.
"You woke me up this morning! I think I never want to see you again."
Davis had to laugh. Her violent anger had the effect of turning him on rather than running him away. "But Milena, I didn't wake you this morning, I was very careful not to. Madam Tanya on the other hand... "
"I don't wish to hear anything about it!" She still avoided his gaze. "Madam would not have awakened me this morning if you hadn't... hadn't... thrust yourself onto us without telling us the truth."
"But I did tell the truth. I think that your idea is pretty logical, but your execution of the concept stinks."
"What?" She looked at him for the first time. "What does that mean?"
"Gotcha! You looked at me. Now are you really in to believing that I lied to you?"
She looked at him as if he had just goosed her in the dark. "You sneaky, conniving bastard! You jackal of the desert! You... You... !"
"No language for a princess to be using," Davis said putting a finger to her lips, "the servants might hear you and think that you are in love with me."
She hit him. She hit him as hard as she could from where she was sitting, and turned over the whole chair.
"Ooooooh shit!" Milena sat on the terrazo tile rubbing her ass and looking up at Davis who was in gales of unmitigated mirth.
"Here, let me help you up." He held out his hand to her, and she reluctandy took it. As she stood up, he caressed her ass with one hand. "Don't damage it; I've grown right fond of it."
"Well, Mr. Davis, if you don't want to lose it," she said moving closer to him, "DON'T WAKE ME UP IN THE DAMN FOOL MORNING LIKE THAT AGAIN!"
Davis had been caught completely off balance, and fell back into a basket that contained a small hedge bush.
"Now, We're even," Milena said as she helped him out of the bush.
They walked back into the bedroom. Davis took off his shirt, headed for the bathroom, and took out his razor from his suitcase which Madam Tanya had sent up to the room.
"What are you doing now?"
"Going to shave, litde one. Remember I have an audience with your father this afternoon."
"Why are you going into our bathroom then? Don't you have a room?"
"Yep. You're standing in the middle of it right now."
"Now wait a minute," she crossed over to the bathroom door and blocked his way. "You can just go somewhere else to clean up... no one has told you that you are staying here."
"Yes they most certainly have."
"Who?"
"Madam Tanya. She said that if I survived last night with you two, that you could find me room in here. That's why she moved the bag up here this morning."
'You're impossible," she said, moving aside. "All right then, go ahead, but be careful that you don't knick yourself."
He went into the bathroom with her following, took the razor out of its case, and turned around. "Where's the soap?"
"Do I have to do everything for you? Where's your soap?"
"I ran out in Istanbul, and Madam Tanya didn't exactly leave me much time to buy any before I left."
"Oooh, all right. Look in that case by the sink."
He lathered his face and began to shave, when he heard a chuckle. "Hey! What are you doing?"
Milena had crawled under the sink, and was busily unzipping his pants. Before he had had time to do anything, she had his cock out and was busily sucking on him. He could feel the blood surging into his cock as she teased the end with her tongue. Then, with a lunge, she went down the length of it with her smooth lips.
"Helping you shave," she said as she continued to suck on him.
"That's going to definitely slow down the shaving, and, you shouldn't talk with your mouth full."
She sat back suddenly, leaving his stiff rod dangling in midair like a teeter totter. "Then I guess I'd better stop what I was doing... I really would prefer to... talk to you." She flicked the end of his cock with one finger. "You look silly with your face covered with soap."
He started to shave again, and she resumed her sucking, this time with a will. He stood there as the lower half of him wanted to move with her mouth, and the top half of him wanted to shave.
"Well, this is a first," he managed to get out between moans, "I've never even thought of it" He was building fast and was forgetting completely about shaving. He felt the energy building in him as Milena worked on his cock with all her might. Her mouth was slipping up and down it with her wet lips caressing the tender skin around the tip. Then he came, the semen flooding out of him and into her waiting mouth. She continued until he had stopped pulsing, and sat back.
"You can finish shaving now. You know, you look even sillier with only one half of your face covered with soap." She licked her lips sensuously as she climbed out from under the sink and sat down on a dressing table chair to one side.
He finished shaving, washed up, and went back into the bedroom. Sabra was just waking up. "Good morning, Mrs. Rip Van Winkle," he said, putting on a fresh shirt.
She stretched and looked at them. "Hi, what time is it?"
"Time I should be going to see your father," he said, as he walked over and kissed her. She held him tightly, and began to rub against him. He stopped her with a kiss. "Not now, I'll be back in a little while, after I see the King."
"Yes, I think you'd better let him go for now," Milena said, leaping onto the bed, "Besides, I think he's probably a little tired right now." She looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes.
Sabra stared at them. "Now what have you been up to, Milena?"
"Oh, about eight inches, I would estimate."
Davis entered the royal chamber and walked toward the King who was sitting on the throne with one leg thrown over one of the arms. Davis noticed that his crown was on at a rather odd angle, about ten degrees off center was the best observation he could make.
"You, come over here so I can get a good look at you!" The King glowered and squinted in Davis' direction.
Davis did as he asked. "Good afternoon, your highness."
"Good afternoon. What the blue blazes kept you so long?"
Davis started to answer, but before he could, he was cut off.
"Never mind. You see this blasted castle? It's driving me out of my mind! No organization at all." He continued to peer at Davis. "And you, young man, you got lost this morning I understand?"
"Not really, your highness... "
"Never mind. They managed to find you." He paused for a moment and looked out a window. "You see that countryside out there? Did you know that the whole damn thing is saturated with... goats? Everywhere I look in this blasted kingdom, all I can seem to find are those damned, obstinate, self-centered goats." He paused for effect, and continued. "Mr. Davis, this whole damned country is owned by goats. The economy of the country is controlled by goat cheese! Nothing but goats." He threw one arm up in the air for an exclamation point, and continued. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be King over a fool island of goats?" Davis stood in the room in mute attention to what the King was saying. He started to say something, but the King had started again.
"The other bane of my existence is my daughters. How did you meet them?"
"It was in Rabat... "
"Rabat... soooo that's where they went this time? Madam Tanya never tells me anything. I have to find out everything second hand. Mr. Davis, those two girls are going to ruin me. Ruin me, do you hear I" He began to pace up and down the carpet in front of the throne. "Between the goats, the peasants who raise the goats, and those two girls, I'm slowly going mad."
Davis had begun to detect that the monologue was done in good humor. This was the man's way of letting off steam in a good natured way. It was also obvious that the King loved his daughters very much.
"Your Highness," one of the servants said entering the chamber, "The King of El Suran is here. He is waiting in your chambers."
The King clapped Davis on the shoulder. "Wait here, my son; I shall return when I have found out what that old scoundrel wants now." He turned and followed the servant out of the room.
Davis waited for his return, and began to examine some of the art work in the room. There were several exquisite pieces of erotic statuary placed in the corners of the chamber, and he had just started to examine one of them up close, when he heard a stream of Arabic profanity, or what he decided must be Arabic profanity, approaching him. The King stormed back into the room, climbed up on the dias, and flopped down in the throne. He was still muttering. "Anything wrong?"
"Anything wrong... anything wrong? The im-bicile came here to get a loan. There's nothing wrong with that, but he brought me a gift!"
"A gift? But isn't that a sign of good faith on his part?"
"Another... GOAT?"
Davis almost broke up on the spot, but managed to contain his mirth.
"My son, I have a roaring headache from all this noise this morning. Let me see you again tomorrow. In the meantime, make yourself at home. But stay away from goats!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Davis felt someone shaking him. He wished that they would go away, as he was having great dreams about making love with Sabra and Milena. They were just getting into something.
"Hey, lazy, wake up, the sun's up and it's a beautiful day."
He looked up to find Sabra standing over him. She was dressed already and seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere. "Hi, what's up?"
"Don't you remember, dummy? We planned to take you on a picnic today." She walked to the bathroom door. "Milena? Are you almost ready to go?"
"In a few minutes, I'm having some trouble getting my hair fixed."
Sabra nodded, and came back to the bed. She sat on the edge, and began to caress Davis' back.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good. Listen, I have to be back here this afternoon to see your father again, so don't get me waylaid by bandits."
"There aren't any bandits in the Kingdom as far as I know, and I promise that you'll be back in time." She had extended her back rub down his ass and legs.
"Milenal"
"Soon, just hold onto everything for a few more minutesl"
"That sounds to me like a great idea," she said, rolling Davis over and taking his cock in her hands.
"Helluva back rub if you ask me," Davis chastised her playfully.
"I'm just doing what Milena suggested," she said, continuing to play with his cock.
Davis grabbed her and threw her over on the bed next to him, then began to undo her dress.
"Now stop that," she said trying to button up the buttons as he unbuttoned them. She had on a dress with a long row of buttons down the front. He continued to unbutton.
"Oh, you're impossible." She gave up on the rebuttoning as he merrily went about his business. When he reached the bottom of the dress, he went back and undid the few remaining buttons that she had managed to fasten back. The dress fell away from her, revealing her magnificent body to him.
"Sabra, you're beautiful!" He leaned over and kissed one of her erect nipples, playing with it with his tongue until it was all bunched up, and standing out against her breast.
"Suck on me, Jeff," she said, pushing his head in the direction of her cunt.
He stared at the soft, shaven mound, at the pink lips, the clitoris that was beginning to peep out from between them, and then took his fingers and parted the labia. She began to writhe on the bed as he played and teased her lovely pussy.
She responded to him as he began to lick her clitoris and run his tongue up and down her moist slit. It seemed to take very little; he felt her go over once, and then a second time, and then a third. He could hear her hole suck in air and contract each time she came.
"Oh yes, Jeff, yes, yes, yes!" She moved his head away and sat up. "That was great!"
"Sure was, Jeff," Milena said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. "Has anyone ever told you that you should have played the trumpet. The world lost a great artist... and gained a great lover!" She turned to Sabra. "Well, Miss Hurry Up, I'm ready to go; how about you?"
"I've just been, thank you." She sat up and started buttoning the dress. Jeff started at the bottom and helped.
"Hurry up, you two. By the time we get out of here the monsoons will have started."
Jeff and Sabra met in the middle of the dress and paused. They looked up.
"Well, what is it now?"
"We buttoned the damn thing wrong," he said, rolling on the bed in helpless laughter.
Davis looked at the waterfall. The girls were getting undressed; they were going swimming.
"Come on, Jeff," Milena yelled to him. "You don't want to miss all the fun!"
"I'll guarantee you that you won't melt!" Sabra stood next to Milena. The sun was glinting off of their smooth, bronze skin.
"You go ahead, I'll be there in a minute." He watched as they walked toward the cascading waters. Davis liked to watch the girls, and he knew that if he waited that they would begin to play with each other. He got undressed and lay back on the soft grass. Just as he had predicted, the girls started touching and caressing each other.
Sabra was rubbing Milena's fine, taut body with long, sensual strokes of her hands. Davis took his cock and began to imitate Sabra's movements on himself. He reached down with his other hand and gently squeezed his balls. Davis watched as droplets of water bounced off the girls. Milena was obviously revelling in the touch of her sister. Davis got up and walked toward the girls.
"Hey, Sabra, think Jeff is turned on!"
"Judging from his jutting prick, I would say you're quite right."
Davis was under the waterfall with them now. "Don't stop, I just came in for a closer view."
"Oh goody," Milena giggled and wrinkled her nose, "an attentive audience!"
Sabra walked behind her sister, reached up and resumed her caressing, then she turned Milena around to face the fall.
"You're going to have to come closer if you're going to continue to watch," Sabra said over the sound of the water.
"OK!" Davis walked up closer to them, rubbing his cock and feeling the water on his body. The water was flowing underneath him, just barely touching his ass and balls. The flowing of the water was like having satin rubbing continuously underneath them.
"Uuuuummmm, it feels good," murmured Davis.
"Watch," Sabra replied.
Then she reached down to Milena's pussy and parted her swollen lips. She pulled them upward, thus completely exposing Milena's hard clitoris. Her slit was wet from the water and her own juices. Sabra spread her legs a little wider and thrust her hips upward.
Davis was directly below them and he had a gorgeous view of Milena's sweet hole. He wanted to slip his tongue inside and taste her juices and tease her a little, but Sabra motioned for him to stay where he was. Then he saw the hard stream of water from the waterfall spraying down onto Milena's waiting clitoris. A steady stream was coming down directly on her red nob and she shuddered as the stream continued its restless descent.
Milena was moaning as the water drove her closer and closer to orgasm. Davis was fascinated, his cock jumping with impatience.
Sabra was rubbing her cunt against Milena's ass, her clitoris trying to slip into the tiny hole it kept sliding over. Milena started to scream and move back as the waves of orgasm rolled over her, but Sabra held her tight.
"Jeff," Sabra said, "place your cock part way into Milena!"
Milena was going wild now; the water was pounding against her fiery clitoris, thrusting her over again and again into orgasm.
Davis pushed the tip of his excited shaft halfway into her tight hole. He could feel her contracting in spasms. Now the water was hitting him, too. He didn't move; he didn't have to with Milena's sweet cunt sucking so furiously on the tip of his cock. He began to feel the buildup as the water poured steadily down on them.
He reached out and grabbed Milena's tits, squeezed them and pulled them until their color matched the color of her clitoris. He started to groan as he felt the stinging water hitting against his cock. Harder he rubbed Milena's breasts. She was swaying back and forth in delirious passion.
Davis felt himself exploding into Milena in as many little pieces as the drops of water. He felt the come spurting out the end of his cock as her cunt grabbed and sucked on the very tip.
Sabra let go of Milena and she started to fall. She caught Davis and he held her, his cock still embedded in her warm cunt. She let go, pulled back, and sank down onto her knees in the water. She grasped Davis' limp prick and began to revive it slowly with her tongue. He was extremely sensitive, and her hand was clasped over the part of his rod that the water had been hitting.
He could feel himself beginning to grow hard once more under the persistant tongue that moved around his cock and balls. Her hand moved gently at first over his slick joint, then, as he grew to full rigidness, she tightened her hand, moving it faster and faster.
Sabra was rubbing her own clitoris as she watched, and Davis reached out and began to rub it himself. Sabra took his hand and pushed two of his fingers into her juicy cunt. He spread his fingers a little and twisted them around inside. Groaning, Sabra continued to rub her clitoris.
Milena's warm hand, sliding like a glove over his burning prick, had built him up again-her pretty, pink mouth eagerly sucking on his swollen shaft. Darting her tongue against the tip, she tried to push it into the tiny opening.
Sabra cried out, and Davis quickly moved away from Milena and rammed his cock deep into Sabra's hole. She swung her legs up, clasping them around Davis' waist.
He reached under her, holding her by her ass, and rocked her back and forth on his hungry prick. She kept squeezing her legs around his waist, making her steamy cunt tighter and then looser and then tighter around his diving shaft Her cunt came down hard on his cock, sucking and pulling on it with every movement she made. Harder and faster he drove into her.
Milena was sitting watching them, dreamily slipping her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. Sabra was moaning as Davis kept pounding into her. The more he gave her, the more wildly she responded, sucking him with her cunt They both screamed as shot after shot of his semen burst from his shaft. He flooded her sweet hole with his seed and they let it slowly ooze out to be washed away by the mist of the waterfall. Then they turned to look at Milena, who was still fingering her hole. They leaned over her, spread her legs wide, and both started to flick their tongues over her supersensitive clitoris. They could feel their tongues touching and sliding against each other as they worked on her pussy.
Very quickly Milena reached the peak; her clitoris was red and swollen and didn't need much encouragement. She let out a blissful sigh as she went over the second time, then they slid down into the water, letting the mists gently swirl around them. A few minutes passed as they lay there, where the only sound you could hear was the water, then they ran back to the bank of the stream.
"Hey,"that was outta sight," commented Davis as he began to dress. "We have to do that again sometime!"
"We will," Milena answered, picking up her watch, "but right now, I think we'd better get you back to the palace. I wouldn't want you to miss your meeting.
"OK, let's go."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Davis, Sabra, and Milena arrived back at the palace around three o'clock. They walked through the gardens and into the main part of the palace. As they entered, he saw someone beckoning to them from the end of one of the long halls. It was Madam Tanya.
"Very good, Mr. Davis. You are on time for your audience with the King."
"Did you expect me to be late?"
She turned to look at the girls. "One never knows. There are things that can detain one."
"Oh, Madam Tanya, we wouldn't have detained him," Milena said.
"You should know us better than that," Sabra echoed.
"Yes, I know you two very well... now, off with you I Mr. Davis is expected."
"See you later, Jeff."
"Yes, we'll be in our rooms. Come and tell us what happens."
They laughed and went off down the hall. Madam Tanya turned to Davis. "How was your picnic?"
"Excellent, Madam. Now I'm off to see the King!"
When Davis reached the royal chamber, the King was pacing up and down in front of the windows that opened onto one of the gardens.
"There you arel"
"Yes, your Majesty. Aren't I on time?"
The King looked at his watch. "Yes, I would suppose you are. Come, let us walk in the gardens while we talk. This place is much too stuffy today."
"Fine."
They walked out of the chamber and down the steps into the garden. The King seemed rather quiet today. Davis was surprised at the turn about from the last meeting they had had.
"Mr. Davis, this country is, as you may have noticed, a strange mixture of the old and the new. We raise goats and farm, and we have modern conveniences at the same time. It is a trying time for me, but I would suppose that everything will work out."
They walked along a bit further before the King spoke again. He fed the birds with some crackers that he had brought along. "The birds know nothing of my Kingship, yet they remain here and are happy. There are people like that in this kingdom. They do not even know who I am. What do you think of that?"
"I would suppose, your highness, that the same thing is true in any country."
"Ah, yes, I suppose so. I just wish sometimes that I were closer to the people." The King looked at him in an oblique way. "Mr. Davis, do you know how many wives I have?"
Davis nodded his head that he didn't.
"Fifty-four wives... you see, the men on this island raise goats. They go off to the hills for long periods of time with the goats. On the other hand, the women on this island like weddings. They adore pageants and such things." He paused to look at one of the rose bushes. "So you see, I marry all of the young women who can't find husbands. This arrangement seems to please everyone involved."
Davis thought about this fact, and decided that it made emminent sense. The King was a good ruler. He understood his people, even if he didn't know them all personally.
"Why did you come here, Mr. Davis?"
Davis wasn't immediately sure what to answer. The King turned to study him.
"Madam Tanya mentioned something about a fabric to you, I believe," Davis began. "I'm very interested in this particular fabric and I believe that you can be of help to me in finding out something about it."
"Oh, the fabric. Well yes, Madam Tanya did mention something about that particular subject, but how did you find out about it?"
"When I was in Rabat, I met your daughters and one of them was wearing a gown made of this particular cloth."
"Mr. Davis, those two girls are sometimes very scandalous. I had no idea that they had any clothes made from this material. Actually, as far as I knew, the material had never been off the island."
"Do you have any idea how it's made? It's quite remarkable stuff... When I met Sabra that day in the bazaar, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me."
"Let me tell you something of the history of the fabric." The King motioned for Davis to take a seat on one of the benches. "A number of years ago... actually it was at the close of the Second World War, there was a man brought to me who was seeking political asylum from somewhere. Where didn't interest me too much as we do not become .involved in the world's conflicts to any degree... Anyway, I told him that he could stay. He told me that he was a chemist and that he knew how to manufacture perfumes, soaps, oils... that sort of thing."
"What was the man's name? Do you remember?" The King thought for a moment. "No, I seem to have misplaced his name somewhere. But to continue. He moved into the palace and I gave him anything he requested, and he did make marvelous things. It also turned out that he was an excellent horticulturist, and we planned these gardens. The man was, without a doubt, a genius."
The King paused, took out a pipe and began to fill it, then he continued. "Much time passed, and this man was a part of the family. Then one day several of the men of the village asked for an audience. They were in a state of excitement. I asked them what was wrong and they told me that my 'chemist' had been in the village that morning shaving all the hair off the goats!
He lit his pipe, and paused as he watched the smoke being carried away by the breeze. "I called him in and asked for an explanation, and he told me that he had a brilliant idea that he could make a wonderful fabric from the goat hair... I told him, of course, that he was insane. That any fabric made from goat hair would be very commonplace."
"Yes," he said, "but not this fabric. May I have your permission to continue my experiments?"
"I told him yes... much to my regret at the time. You see, his laboratory was situated right under the main part of the palace, and I tell you, the whole place reeked for weeks.
Davis lit a cigarette. "Well, he obviously succeeded in his venture. I've seen the fabric."
"Oh, he succeeded all right. He had the fabric finished, and this happened to coincide with a royal festival here on the island. I ordered clothes made for the occasion and decided to use the new material which seemed to be very exquisite on first glance.
The King chuckled as he remembered the event. "I had the clothes made all right, and hadn't noticed the odd effect that something was having on the material. Needless to say, the whole island was in quiet hysterical laughter for some time after I had discovered what was so 'wonderful' about the fabric."
The King was having a good chuckle to himself, remembering this particular event. Davis could see the King in the material, and he imagined that it had been quite a sight.
"After this 'event,'" the King went on, "the fabric was put away in a store room and forgotten about. Then one day the designer of royal clothes for the harem happened to stumble upon it. She utilized it to great advantage in this way, and that is the use it has been put to ever since. Until now."
Davis leaned toward the King. "Your Highness, if you know how this material is made, or where the man's notes might be, I can guarantee you that the stuff is worth a great deal of money."
"Money?"
"Yes. Do you think you could help me?"
"Well, Mr. Davis, I don't know what you'll find, but if you will come with me, I'll take you to the old laboratory and you can have a look."
Davis brushed a cobweb out of his way as he entered the basement laboratory. There were test tubes and oil burners; all of the things one might expect to find in a chemist's hideout. The place was ankle deep in dust, and cobwebs hung from everything.
"I might tell you that shortly after the incident with the material and the festival, our 'chemist' left as quiedy as he had arrived. I would suppose that he had found out that it was safe to go back home, although I can't see why he would have wanted to leave."
Davis blew some dust off of a shelf of books. "So no one has worked in here since?"
"No, there was no one who knew anything about the subject, so we just locked the room and forgot about it."
"Then his papers are probably still here."
"They may be. Take your time and let me know if you need any help with anything." He turned to go.
Davis heard him muttering to himself as he left the room. "Money, that fabric is worth... money?"
Then he was alone in the room. He looked about and tried to figure where the man's notebooks might be. Davis, old boy, this job may take awhile, so settle down and get your old head working, he thought as he continued to look about.
Davis went back to the rooms; he chuckled to himself as he remembered Milena's reaction to his being moved in. The girls were nowhere about, so he stripped out of his clothes, which had a layer and a half of dust on them, and took a leisurely shower. He was just getting dressed when the girls came back.
"Hello, how did it go?" Milena kissed him and went to sprawl on the bed.
"Very well. Your father is an outtasight old man. He told me the story of the fabric, and showed me the old laboratory."
"Obviously," Sabra said, moving his clothes with the toe of one foot.
"Oh, it's a mess down there, but I think that the notes on the fabric are still in there."
"What do you have to do now?" Sabra nudged the clothes into a far corner.
"Nothing, why?"
"We have something to show you. Come on, I think you'll enjoy it!"
Milena jumped off the bed and ran to the door like a little girl. "Oh, I'm sure he will enjoy it."
Davis shrugged and followed the two girls down the hall. He wondered what they had in mind this time.
They entered a small room at the back of the palace and they motioned that he should take a seat. The room had no windows, and he was intrigued as to what they were up to. The girls bounced around, giggling and whispering among themselves. Then one of them went over to the wall and pushed a button. A movie screen lowered out of an aperture in the ceiling.
So, Davis thought, a screening room for movies.
"We thought that you might enjoy some of the royal collection of films," Sabra said as she walked to the back of the room. "Actually, these are all father's, but I don't think he'll mind if we show them to you." She pushed a switch, sending the room into total darkness. He could feel Milena snuggled up next to him on the cushion.
Sabra flipped another switch and the screen lit up with a series of numbers running backwards, then the action flashed on the screen. The movies were in color, and began with an erotic scene of a young girl undressing for the bath. They were similar to the films of the same type that he had seen in New York, but the difference was in the quality.
"Father had these made by someone in Europe and he considers them to be the best in the world," Sabra commented.
He continued to watch as the camera moved in close to the girl's pussy. She had taken off everything but the panties, and the camera angle was close and from right below the girl's cunt as she took the panties off. They seemed to come off right over the lens, and he thought that he had never seen any photography to rival it. Her pussy gleamed in the light and the lips were swollen and very long. They were visible through the small amount of pubic hair on her mound.
Davis could feel his cock getting hard as he watched the action on the screen. He could see Sabra and Milena sitting in the reflected light from the screen, playing with their pussies as they watched the movie. He took out his own cock and began to gently caress it as he watched. This was a real turn on.
The girl on the screen took out a razor and some soap and began to lather her pussy. Then he watched as she slowly began to shave her cunt. The photography followed this from all angles as she pulled the outer lips back and slowly removed the hair.
Sabra was moaning quietly to herself as she watched, and he noticed that Milena had brought along a small, artificial phallus and was moving it slowly in and out of her pussy. His cock spurt a few drops of fluid as he watched them.
The girl on the screen had finished shaving now and was slowly bathing off her pussy with water from an omate jug. She began to pour the water sensuously over her sweet cunt, and the water fell on to the glass floor that the photographer was shooting through. The effect was remarkable. As the water flowed down onto the floor, it created prisms that reflected the figure of the girl above into many facets.
Then she began to oil the lips. Rubbing her fingers over the soft folds, she exposed her clitoris to their gaze. Her clitoris began to grow as she rubbed the oil over it. It grew and grew until it was at least two inches long. Davis had never seen anything to equal it.
By this time Sabra and Milena were both completely out of their clothes and continued with their playing. Davis removed his own clothes as he heard Milena come. The films spun on, and their moans increased with each new scene. Davis had come once, shooting onto the floor of the room, and the movies just kept rolling, becoming more erotic and complex by the minute. Sabra and Milena were both into what they were doing, urging themselves to orgasm after orgasm.
Davis felt himself reaching the peak again as one of the girls on the screen was licking slowly on her partner's pussy while a young man was fucking her from behind. He leaned over to Sabra.
"Sabra, take me... take me please!" She leaned over him, still watching the movie, and took his cock deep into her mouth. The passion, was rushing through him as she sucked him.
"Ooooooh, yesl" He felt himself go over, the come flooding into Sabra's waiting mouth.
She sucked him dry, still playing with her clitoris, and Davis fell back on the cushion and let the images flood around him. The images on the screen and the images of the girls seemed to melt together as he watched. He lay there and listened as they continued to play with themselves and watch the film.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Davis looked out over the palace grounds as the sun glowed in the trees. He took a deep breath and stretched himself. The last few days had been some of the best he had ever known. Sabra and Milena were all that he had hoped that they would turn out to be and more. The morning was fantastic-birds twittering in the trees, the scent of exotic blossoms drifting to his nostrils. He wondered why he hadn't ever thought of this before.
He walked back into the bedroom and looked at the two girls sleeping, thought of waking them, and remembered Milena's reaction to that, and hesitated.
"Well, I may as well go look for those formulas," he mumbled to himself. "Maybe by the time I find anything, they'll be awake." He left the room, looking over his shoulder at the two of them curled up in each other's arms. There was no competition between them. In fact, they seemed to be a perfect balance of personalities-Sabra, down to earth and lots of common sense, and Milena, airy, jovial, mischievous.
"Good morning, Mr. Davis, how are things working out for you?" Madam Tanya spoke as he passed a doorway.
He turned and entered the room. It was what could pass for an office, although it was one of the most ornate offices he had ever seen.
"Very well, Madam," he bowed as he approached her.
Her eyes crinkled as she laughed. "I see that you are beginning to adopt some of our ways," she said, putting down a folder she had been reading. "Take a seat and tell me everything."
He told her of the formula, and something of his relationship with the girls. She seemed pleased with this.
"Do you wish to marry the girls?"
"Madam, when I find the formula, and all of that is out of the way, then I will let you know. I think that it would still be premature to say one way or the other."
"But everything is all right between you, is it not?"
"Oh, yes, but I still wish to wait."
She sat and studied him for a moment. "Very well, Mr. Davis," she turned back to the papers on her desk, "I will wait for your decision. Nothing is ever good that becomes in any way forced. This, if it is to be any good, must not be an exception."
"Thank you, Madam." He bowed, and left the room.
He went to the laboratory and began his search anew.
"Filthy," he commented, knocking down the cobwebs from the rows of books that lined one of the walls. All of the books were in either German or French and he could barely make out what they were. The tides had become faded, and the only thing to do was to go through them one at a time for clues.
After about two hours of this procedure, Davis had begun to feel that there was more dust on himself than in the laboratory. There seemed to be some logical order to the placement of things. Finally in one corner of the room he discovered a stack of old ledger books. He took them to the table and began to sort through them. They were dated from the approximate date that the King had stated-November, nineteen hundred and forty-six.
He poured over the books, looking for anything that might be of help. Nothing. There were two books left, and he had just about decided that based on the contents of the previous books that they would probably be a waste of time. He thumbed through them quickly, and as he leafed through the pages of the last book some loose papers fell out. He picked them up. "What have we here?"
The papers were faded, but legible, and contained multitudinous small scribbles in what Davis recognized to be chemical shorthand. He looked further and detected the word fiber.
"If I'm not mistaken, I've got it!" He folded the papers carefully, and went back upstairs.
"Where have you been?" Milena was just coming in off the patio when he opened the door.
"In the laboratory, my dear, looking for the secrets of the universe."
Sabra had followed her sister into the room on hearing Davis' voice. She looked at the dust covered mess standing in the room and immediately guided him with the tips of her fingers into the bathroom.
"You come out when you are presentable. Two days in a row you've done this. What do you think this place is, a coal room?"
"Don't you want to be rich?" Davis peered through the bathroom door as he undressed.
"We already are rich, dummy, why?"
"I think I found the formula for the fabric. One of you get a paper and pencil. I have to send a cable."
Milena went to the drawing room and returned with paper and pencil. "All right, what do you want to send?"
Davis thought for a moment. "Tell them the following: Have fabric formula, stop, have decided to go into business for myself, stop, make me an offer, stop, if I don't hear from you in two days, will sell to highest bidder. There, that should do it. Milena, while I get cleaned up, would you have someone send that off?"
"Yes, oh master," she said sarcastically. "Boy, you certainly are getting to be demanding."
"Please, Milena."
She grinned at him. "That's better. I'll get it off for you at once. Sabra, shall we take this to the teletype?"
"Do you think we can leave him here alone?"
"I think he can be trusted. See you in a bit, lover." Sabra took Milena's arm and they bounced out of the room.
"Now let's hope this works," Davis said as he climbed into the shower.
"Jeff, are you decent?" Milena whisked into the bathroom to find it empty.
"I'm out here on the patio!"
The girls crossed the room and found Davis sitting in one of the lounge chairs in shorts with a pair of sunglasses on.
"My, look at the dashing young man, Sabra."
"Yes, Milena, I wonder who he is?"
"Ladies, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Count of Nine and One Half. Would you allow me to buy you a drink?"
"Well, Count Nine etcetera, we have another little surprise for you. You can 'buy us a drink' later." Sabra brought out a robe. "Put this robe on and get rid of those shorts. It's against the rules to wear them under this robe."
"Yes, especially where we're going."
Davis put on the robe and took off the shorts. He had learned that when the girls said they had a surprise that they meant it.
"The sunglasses, too," Milena said. "They might hinder your enjoyment."
As they walked through the corridors, Davis started joking with them. "Where are you taking me this rime; to the royal harem?"
"Be quiet, have a litde patience," Milena scolded.
"We're here." Sabra opened a door and motioned for Davis to go in.
"Wait a minute, you don't want to go in here... do you?" Davis recognized the door as the one to the harem. He had been joking, but he didn't know that he was right.
"Certainly," chorused the girls.
As they entered, he saw the dark-haired beauty from the night he had found the place. She recognized him at once.
"Look, girls; look who's back!"
Sabra and Milena turned to look at him. He just shrugged his shoulders and blushed. What do you say at a time like this, he thought.
"So, you already know about the harem?"
He looked at Milena. "Yes... you see... I hadn't found you... and... well... "
"Not only is he resourceful," Milena said, "but sneaky to boot."
"That's all right, Jeff, we already knew. We were just having some fun with you." Sabra took his arm. "Come, take a seat."
"Yes, the dancing girls will be along momentarily with the food."
"Dancing girls," Davis said. "They didn't exactly dance for me the last time."
"No, dear, of course not," Sabra said. "That was the time for their baths. I think that you will enjoy this, although I'm not sure that you'll have much time for eating."
"At least not food," giggled Milena.
Davis then saw row after row of beautiful, semi-nude girls bearing trays filled with various kinds of wonderful delicacies. They, themselves, were wonderful to watch. The licentiousness of their walk and their glances suggested all manner of things to Davis.
Their clothing was composed of veils of the strange fabric, held by light chains that barely concealed their cunts and breasts. Their breasts were held by more chain that crisscrossed across the front and back of the girls. He could see that their nipples had patches of bright color around them as did their pussy lips. The fabric was playing its tricks as he watched. He still wondered how it worked.
Just then Davis also noticed that their pussy lips were drawn down out of the chain, and each lip had a loop hooked to it, like earrings, with small, gold weights attached to the loops.
"You like the loops," Milena said. "Wait until they dance for you."
After depositing their trays, they formed a large circle and began to dance for Davis and the girls. Their figures whirled around in total abandon, reflecting thousands of times by the mirrors in the room. Slowly, one by one, they took off the veils, leaving just the chain girdle and halter.
Davis' erection was very obvious even through the loose robes he was wearing. Sabra leaned over and tickled the tip of his cock through the robes.
"Poor man," she said, "the fun's barely begun and already you're hard. Yet we mustn't hide your illustrious beauty, but reveal it for all here to gaze upon."
"How kind of you, Sabra," replied Davis. "It is so much easier to be mobile without the cumbersome weight of this robe."
"Oh my, the King's proper English, no less. Will you two stop that?" Milena looked at them in mock anger.
"Milena, you must admit that it's illustrious. Here, help me get him out of this thing."
"Illustrious be damned. I know that he only met half of the harem that night, although I'm sure the other half has been told about it," she said.
Then they took off his robes and began to gent- ly stroke his prick as they turned their attention back to the dancers.
They had by now taken off the chain girdles, leaving only the halter tops. Now the weighted loops could swing freely from their swollen pussy lips. Davis watched them in fascination as they twirled and leaped around. He watched as all those brightly colored, wet lips swung from side to side. Davis let out a groan as he felt himself sinking deeper into the tendrils of desire.
"You Persians certainly do know how to turn a fellow on," he said to the girls as he watched the scene in front of him.
Then one of the dancers reached over and plucked a grape from a bunch laying near her. She rolled it over and around her pussy, finally sliding it between her lips until it had come to rest just inside her hole. The other girls followed her example and did the same. Then, one by one, they walked up to Davis, being very careful not to lose the grape, and presented their pussies to his waiting mouth. Some of the girls popped the grape into his mouth by squeezing on their pussies, while others would take the gold loops, spread their sweet lips, and let him suck the grape out of their holes.
One of the girls walked up to him, and as Davis went to suck the grape out it disappeared further into her cunt. Davis took his tongue and slipped it into the girl until he had found the grape, then carefully drew it out and proceeded to eat it. The girl had enjoyed the little exploration and leaned over, giving Davis a quick kiss. He turned and smiled at Milena and Sabra.
"Very tasty, that last grape," he said.
"She could have coughed; it would have been much simpler to retrieve the grape."
"Yes, but not half as much fun," he replied.
Davis noticed a platform being wheeled out. Standing in the middle of the platform was his dark-haired friend. She was completely nude and had a large snake curled around her splendid breasts. She began to dance around the stage, moving her oiled body in the most erotic manner possible. The snake uncoiled from her breasts and began its own path around her body.
Davis' cock began to ache from watching the girl on the platform, and Sabra and Milena's slow, methodical movements over it were urging him further into a state of bliss. Then he saw that there were a number of wooden pricks set on the edge of the platform. Several of the girls got up and danced around them. Then, they lowered themselves onto them, slowly turning around on them in time to the snake girl's dance.
Davis again groaned as he watched their cunts being pried open and entered by these wooden objects. The snake had continued to crawl down the girl's thighs and there it entwined itself around her legs and slowly passed between them. The girl's dance had now become much more feverish as had the other dancer's movements on the phalluses.
Milena and Sabra had gotten undressed during this, and were now slipping two gold rings down his shaft. He had felt these before and knew what they were for.
Slowly, the snake girl came to the edge of the platform and approached the one remaining phallus. The snake's head was passing back and forth through her legs as the dance reached a climactic rhythm. She placed a plump, red cherry on top of the phallus, then she paused direcdy over it. The snake, as if by a silent command, moved up her body. Then, with a swift movement, she penetrated her cunt with the cock. Her moans mingled with the others as they reached their orgasms. He could see the juice of the cherry run down the length of the shaft.
Davis felt a shudder pass through him as his whole body pulsed with desire. Sabra and Milena stood up, taking him by his hands and pulling him up with them. They knew what he wanted. Rubbing against them, he could feel their silky skin as they guided him to another place in the room. No words were spoken, but the room was filled with music and the sounds of sex.
Sabra pushed him down onto some cushions, then she and Milena began to stroke his whole body. He reached up and slipped his hand between Sabra's legs. Her cunt was hot and sticky. He worked his fingers into her and placed his thumb on her clitoris. He then decided to do this simultaneously with Milena. He slowly moved his fingers back and forth in their pussies as he rubbed his thumbs over their nobs.
They were making small moaning sounds as they wriggled their cunts harder on his fingers. Leaning over, they both began to suck on his burning rod, nipping here and there. Davis felt the blood pounding in his swollen prick as he worked his fingers faster and faster in them. Just as he felt them ready to go over, they stopped him.
Sabra grabbed two velvet ropes that had been lowered near her. Attached to the ropes was a swing with a hole in the bottom. Milena climbed on another one just like it that was located behind Sabra. Milena took a double-tipped phallus, pushed it slowly into Sabra's ass, then lowered her pulsing cunt onto the other end. The swings dropped a little more until Sabra was just over the tip of Davis' prick. His dark-haired friend appeared and held his cock so that it stood straight up.
Bit by bit the swings were lowered until Sabra's pussy had completely engulfed his cock. He felt the tip of the phallus pushing against the thin wall inside Sabra, delighting in its presence. Davis began to move in and out of Sabra's cunt as Milena moved gently back and forth with them.
Davis felt each thrust of the phallus as it moved in Sabra's tight anus. Each plunge into her burning hole sent shivers through him. Then he felt the finger of the dark-haired girl moving in his own ass. Looking up in the mirrors, he could see clearly Milena's movements. Faster and harder they moved together, the tip of his cock sliding against the hardness of the phallus, feeling Sabra's sucking cunt encouraging him to go deeper into her. He felt his own ass burning as the girl worked her finger in him.
"Oh yes, Jeff... now!" Sabra moaned as she worked her cunt muscles around him as tight as she could.
With a fury, he rammed his prick into her again and again as he felt his seed burst into her waiting pussy. With a long, drawn out scream, Milena went over at the same time. Davis felt the finger being removed from his anus as Milena jumped down from her swing.
Sabra was smiling down at him and remained in the swing. He watched as she squeezed her clitoris and labia through the hole in the swing. The dark-haired girl moved over to Sabra's dripping pussy and began to hungrily suck on her.
Milena had gone away momentarily and returned with a jug. She tilted the jug and poured a sweet scented oil over Davis' body. Small rivulets ran down his sides and into the crevices, thus coating his body quite thoroughly with the oil. He watched as she again tilted the jug over herself, covering her own flesh from tip to toe. Then she lay down on top of him. She moved very sensuously, and he began to get hard again as he felt the contact of their bodies through the oil. They were watching all of the activity in the mirrors, especially Sabra, who was being sucked on with a passion by the dark-haired beauty.
Milena moved over him more rapidly now, groaning with desire for him. Finally he slipped his quivering rod into her grasping cunt.
"Fuck me good, Jeff Davis, fuck me good!"
Davis plunged into her, feeling the response of her muscles. As he moved his joint in and out, Milena's juices created little slurping sounds from the suction. Faster he rammed into her greedy hole and Milena was. moaning in the grip of passion. The heat of their oiled bodies grew, making him move even faster.
Then he felt himself surge, and with a short cry he felt himself come in her pussy. She shuddered with the shaft of orgasm.
"Yes, Jeff, yes... Yes!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Davis distinctly thought he heard a voice. He listened... he did; he did hear a voice. He woke up just in time to catch a glimpse of the King coming into the bedroom. He dove under the covers between Sabra and Milena.
"Where the hell is that crazy American friend of yours!" The King approached the bed waving a piece of yellow paper.
Milena looked up with one eye open. "Now what?" She peered at her father with somewhat less than a benevolent look. Raising herself up on one elbow, she watched as her father counted the lumps in the bed. He moved closer, and myopical-ly counted again.
"One... two... three! Yes I think I've found him!" He pulled the cover back slowly and stared at the chagrined Davis who peered back at him.
"Good morning, your Highness."
"Don't good morning me, young man!" He paused, then dropped the message onto the bed. "Here, I believe this is for you. The teletype operator has been hounding me with it all morning. Don't you ever stay put?" With this, he turned and stalked out of the room.
Davis shook his head to clear it, then picked up the sheet of paper. He read it and let out a whoop of happiness.
Milena turned over, gave him a look that would nearly have outdone Medusa. "You know what? Ever since you got here I get no sleep at all. WOULD YOU SHUT UP!" She turned over and went back to sleep.
He punched Sabra on the shoulder. "Sabra, wake up. Sabra?"
"What?"
"Will you marry me?"
"Oh, yes, now let me get some sleep. This place is turning into a three ring circus." He watched her as she pulled the covers up around her shoulders and began to purr. Then he turned to Milena.
"Milena," he said tentatively. "Milena?"
"Hmmmmmmm?"
"Will you marry me?"
"Why not." She turned over and looked at him for a moment. "It sounds interesting." Then she was asleep again.
He sat there with the cable in his hands, looked at the two sleeping girls, and got out of bed. He was humming as he dressed and got ready to go to see the King. He tiptoed out the door and went down the hall to the King's chambers.
Davis stopped one of the servants on the hall outside the King's chambers.
"Excuse me, but could you arrange for me to see his Highness?"
"Could I be of assistance, Mr. Davis?" Madam Tanya walked toward them. "That will be all," she said to the servant, who bowed and went on his way.
"Yes, Madam, I would like to see the King."
"I think that can be arranged. By the way, what is your decision?"
"Affirmative."
"Very good, I will take care of the arrangements. Now you must formally ask the King for the girls' hands in marriage."
They walked to the door to the King's chambers. "Wait here a moment." She went inside. There was a hushed conversation, then Davis heard the King let out a yell. Davis was just deciding to leave the door when Madam Tanya returned.
"I think I'll come back later; he doesn't sound like he's in a very good mood this morning."
"Nonsense, go right in."
He shrugged his shoulders and went through the door. The King was sitting on the throne in his usual state of relaxation with a huge grin on his craggy face.
"Come in, my son, come in!"
"Are you sure that I'm not disturbing you?"
"Not at all. Would you care for something to drink?" He clapped his hands and a servant appeared. "What would you like?"
"A small glass of wine will do, your Highness."
"No problem at all... bring a bottle of my finest wine." Noticing that Davis seemed nervous, he walked over to him. "Relax, my son. Tell me what you have on your mind."
"Well, your Highness... I received an answer from my company this morning about the fabric. They agreed to my terms." " "Which were?"
"I had asked them to make an offer for the formula that I discovered in the laboratory." He handed him a copy of the cable that he had sent to Levenson.
The King read it, and looked up. "What was their reply?"
Davis took out the message he had received that morning. "The reply was as follows: YOU WIN STOP TWO MIL PLUS ROYALTIES TO BE AGREED UPON STOP TO WHICH SWISS BANK IS MONEY TO BE SENT LEVENSON" The king smiled. "You are a very shrewd man, Mr. Davis, a very shrewd man."
"Half of the two million and half of the royalties go to you, your Highness... if that meets with your approval."
"Most satisfactory, I would say. Now, I understand that there is another small matter that you wish to take up with me."
"Yes, your Highness, I wish to marry your two daughters and remain here, with your permission, of course."
"You have more than my permission, my son; you have my royal sympathies... but if you think that you can handle those two, then more power to you!"
"Thank you."
"Madam Tanya has already informed me of your plans and she will take care of the arrangements. You see, my son, I have no heir to take my place. I have been blessed with only daughters for all these years. Now I will be able to stop worrying about this infernal kingdom and get in some time fishing and hunting again."
The King threw his arms around Davis. "The girls have agreed to this?"
"You might say so, your Highness." Davis smiled as he thought of waking Milena up this time.
As Davis entered the room, singing at the top of his voice, Milena sat up in bed and threw her pillow at him. He looked at her with feigned surprise, then picked up the pillow and threw it back. The only trouble with this maneuver was that he hit Sabra instead of Milena.
"Jeff Davis, if I've told you once I've told you a thousand times-DOiVT WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING," Milena yelled.
Sabra sat up. "And don't miss Milena when you're throwing pillows at her!"
Sabra promptly threw her pillow at Davis, which was followed quickly by a return by Milena.
"Hey now, no fair two against one," Davis said, dodging the flying pillows.
The girls paid no attention to this bit of logic and kept bombarding him with the small pillows from the bed. Davis was gallantly trying to keep up with the action and finally decided to use unorthodox tactics. Milena was leaning over to pick up another pillow when Davis snuck up behind her and grabbed her crotch.
"Gotcha!"
With a loud squeal, Milena whirled around only to be met by a pillow from Davis. She tried to throw one in return, but he grabbed her and began to kiss her. Milena motioned frantically for Sabra to do something as she wiggled and kicked at Davis. As she was trying to get away, Sabra leaned over and hit Davis over the head with another pillow, but to no avail.
"I tried," she said with a sigh, "but he seems to be persistant."
Milena didn't seem to hear her sister, being very involved in her scuffle with Davis. Sabra was looking around the room at the pillows when the maid came in. When she saw the maid, her eyes lit up. The maid was looking at the shambles of the pillow fight; one of the pillows having come open, there were feathers scattered all over the floor.
"Don't bother with the feathers, Satcha, come here."
The maid approached Sabra and bowed. "Yes, Miss, what would you like?"
"You," Sabra answered.
With a happy grin, the maid complied and started to undress. Milena and Davis had managed to find their way to the floor without breaking the kiss. Davis was busily undressing Milena as Sabra took Satcha over to where they were lying.
"Stand over their heads with your legs spread wide and face me," Sabra commanded.
The girl did as Sabra asked. Sabra then kneeled down in front of Satcha and held her by her firm, smooth hips. She kissed her flat stomach and the soft fuzz that covered it. Her tongue traveled down to Satcha's sweet mound. She liked Satcha's bush, entwining her tongue in the hairs surrounding Satcha's pussy. She gave a gentle tug on the pubic hairs and wandered around the mound some more.
Davis and Milena could see Satcha's labia swell with pleasure and her slit become slick with her juices. Milena reached up and slipped a finger inside her small, tight hole. She began to move it in and out, feeling the walls of Satcha's cunt grow wetter and hotter with each stroke. Sabra's tongue had searched out Satcha's clitoris and she was slapping the nob of flesh back and forth. Watching all of this, Davis was growing hard. He began to rub his cock between Milena's willing legs. Her cunt was also wet and Davis' prick pressed her lips open and slid easily into the slit.
Milena's pussy lips pressed on either side of his cock and he thought that it felt like her mouth sucking on him. Satcha was moaning and grinding her hips around so as to get as much as she could of what both the girls were giving. Milena's finger continued to drive deep into the folds of Satcha's cunt.
Sabra was furiously sucking on her clitoris, nipping its tip to urge Satcha on faster. The tiny nob felt delicious in Sabra's mouth; she sucked and nibbled on it with great relish. Just as Satcha reached a climax, Davis moved from Milena and worked his pulsing shaft into Satcha's ass. She screamed with delight. Milena inserted another finger in her and started to twist her hand around, giving Satcha even more pleasure.
Sabra continued to suck on her swollen nob. It was very sensitive, and jumped and twitched with each little touch of Sabra's tongue. Davis was very slowly circling in her ass with his cock. It was deeply embedded in the girl's splendid anus and just the base of his rod was moving. Satcha's ass was like an oven inside. Her sphincter kept grabbing at his prick, thus pressing harder against his cock. He began to move his shaft in and out, and Milena and Sabra quickened their actions. Low moans of rapture issued from the girl.
Davis moved faster and faster in the girl as he reached around and played with her breasts. Her ass kept grabbing and pulling on his cock with each thrust. Harder and harder he drove into her, until her moans swelled to a cry of delight. Suddenly he felt her muscles milking his cock and, with a burst, his semen flowed into her. Deliriously he kept moving in her until he was empty. Milena and Sabra stopped, lay back, and smiled.
"You liked that?"
"Oh, I would say I did!"
"You aren't through yet, Jeff Davis," Milena grinned at him. "I'm going to have some of that, too." She reached out and pulled him to her. "Now, sweet man, now!"
"Satcha, come and suck on me while we watch these two frolic," Sabra said, motioning to the girl.
Satcha nodded and lay down between Sabra's legs. She put her arms underneath Sabra's thighs and lifted them a little so that she could reach the pulsing flesh more easily. Sabra sighed happily as she felt Satcha's mouth close over her clitoris. Then she turned her head to watch Davis and Milena.
Milena had pulled Davis down onto her pussy and was rubbing it against his cock. Bit by bit, Davis felt himself growing rigid again. As soon as it was completely hard, Milena stopped and pushed him off. Then she rolled him over onto his stomach. She crawled down his body and spread his legs open. She lifted up his hips and pulled his hard shaft back, then lowered him down again. Now she licked him from the tip of his stiff rod, over his balls, and up to his anus. Back and forth over him she flicked her tongue. Davis loved the feeling and wanted her more and more. She licked and sucked his swollen tip, then slipped a finger into his ass. Davis groaned. He thought his prick would burst from the hunger for her.
Milena moved the finger back and forth while he clawed at the pillow he was holding on tq and groaned with bliss; her sweet mouth coaxing him to the heights of passion, her finger driving him there.
Sabra was in ecstasy watching this. Satcha had all of Sabra's pussy in her mouth and was sucking on it with all her might. Finally, Davis Couldn't stand it any more. He rolled over, removing Milena's finger from his ass and threw her onto the floor. He rammed his erect cock into her wet pussy, shoving it as deeply as it would go. Milena's hips rose as quickly to meet him, her screams having built to a crescendo.
"Oh please, Jeff, please!"
Satcha had Sabra at the peak now, and Sabra was begging her to send her over. "Now, Satcha!"
Sabra's screams joined those of Milena as she felt the sweet rush through her body. She lay back quiedy, with Satcha's head cradled between her thighs as she watched Davis and Milena reach the peak. Milena felt Davis' sticky, warm seed melt \ into her cunt and merge with her own honey to form a pool inside of her. Davis lay back, laughing happily.
Satcha picked up her clothes and began to dress. "Do you wish me to clean the room now?"
"No, Satcha, come back a little later, please." Sabra watched as Satcha left the room.
"And you. Don't you ever wake me up in the morning," Milena said waving a finger under Davis' nose.
"Why? Didn't you enjoy that?"
She gave him a look that implied that in the future he could take his own chances.
He leaned close to the girls. "By the way, it's all arranged."
"What's arranged?" Both girls looked at him quizzically.
"The wedding, of course."
"Whose wedding," Milena said, arching one of her delightful eyebrows.
"Guess."
They looked at him in disbelief. Then they looked at each other.
"Ooooh no you don't. We've never agreed____"
"Yes you did. I asked you this morning before I went to see your father, and you both said yes."
"Sneaky, isn't he," Milena said, turning to Sabra.
"Quite sneaky. Maybe we should take him up on it. Then we could really work him over."
"Well, do you still agree?"
They whispered for a moment and turned toward him again. Milena folded her arms. "On one condition."
"That being?"
"That you stay out of the harem," she said.
"Unless... we're with you," Sabra finished. Then they both broke out in peals of laughter.
Milena stopped laughing long enough to speak. "Of course we'll marry you, you crazy man. You don't think we'd let you get away, do you?" Then she started laughing again. Davis joined in to the merriment, then held up his hands. "I've got some more news. I sold the formula for the fabric, and for quite a healthy sum I might add."
"That's wonderful, Jeff," Sabra said, hugging him with all her might. "When's the wedding?"
"As soon as Madam Tanya can make the proper arrangements."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The week before the wedding went by as if it hadn't happened. Everyone busded about, making what Davis could only identify as clucking noises. The whole staff of the palace had thrown itself into the event with all the fervor that it could muster. Davis just tried to stay out of the way.
There was a rule; one that Davis would have very much liked to have circumvented. This rule forbade him to have any contact with the girls for a period of a week. He came to the conclusion that petty superstition was for the birds, but as the week progressed, he realized that in actuality it would be as if he was with the girls for the first time. He felt his desire for them grow as the time passed and by the day of the wedding he was in as much a state of rapture about the event as everyone else.
Another cable had arrived from New York. They didn't fire him, they merely resigned him and asked him to keep his mouth shut about the whole thing. Almost as an aside was the number of the account in the bank in Switzerland that the money had been deposited in.
The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear. The whole kingdom had assembled in one of the gardens. Davis noted with a degree of amusement that most of the men were still off in the hills with their goats. The old women of the island bustled about preparing food and pointing and staring at him as he wandered about the grounds observing the procedures. He could hear long streams of Persian punctuated with amused giggles as he walked past.
The time for the service arrived, and there he was, decked out in the finest brocades and robes he had ever seen. The King sidled up to him just as the proceedings were getting underway.
"You know, my son, I should have had your robes made out of that infernal fabric that brought you here. It would have been poetic... don't you think?"
"Poetic in the sense of 'poetic justice'?"
"No, merely poetic." He wandered off in the direction of the tent at the end of the garden with a silly look on his face.
Then he saw Sabra and Milena dressed in splendid silks, conversing with their father and Madam Tanya.
Well, Jeff Davis, he thought as he took a deep breath, here goes nothing! He walked to the place that had been designated for him in the run-through the day before.
The frivolity and celebration of their wedding was left behind their closed doors. Davis looked at his two beaming wives standing beside him.
"Jeff, my love," Milena said as if she were continuing a previous conversation, "if you think that this gives you the rights of instant mastership... you're wrong."
"You mean I still can't wake you up in the morning?" Davis gave her an innocent look.
"If you try, you'll be sorry," she replied.
"Milena, you shouldn't tease him so. You know that he won your mischievous heart right from the beginning."
"True, but don't let him know... it might go to his head."
Davis laughed. "And you, Sabra, did you hold any reservations?"
"I am always suspicious at first, my pet. But soon I, too, was convinced by your tenacious-ness."
Milena tapped them on their shoulders. "Shall we retire to the royal wedding bed, or are you two going to stand here and chat all evening?"
They moved to the bed and sprawled across it, feeling the warmth of their bodies against each other. There was, Davis thought, a gentle feeling of tiredness that had been brought about by the day's events. Davis settled himself between the two girls and they snuggled up closer to him, wrapping their arms around his chest. Sabra leaned over and was giving him tiny kisses on his face as Milena nibbled on his ears. Davis was in heaven; relaxed, two beautiful wives, and rich to boot. What more could a man ask for.
Sabra's persistant lips had found his mouth and now her tongue was gliding over his teeth and playing hide and seek with his tongue. She would dart into his mouth, search for his tongue, then quickly dart back into her own mouth when she had touched him. Milena was slipping her tongue into his ear, and blowing warm breaths into it as she murmured to him.
"Hey, that tickles!" He cupped Milena's breast in his hand as he shook his head.
His cock was stiffening under the gentle persuasions of his wives. He reached down and pulled the robe up, taking his cock in his hand. As he gently glissaded up and down his swollen prick, he could see the tiny drops of lubrication flowing from the tip. Milena was the first to notice Davis' throbbing rod and bent over to lick some of the bright, clear fluid. She looked up at him.
"You're sneaky, firing yourself up."
"You can help."
"First, off comes the robe. It's much more fun that way."
She extracted the robe from under him and slipped it off over his head, leaving his body fully exposed to their desires. She resumed sucking on his cock, closing her mouth firmly over his shaft. Some of her saliva ran down his prick as her head bobbed feverishly up and down, her tongue playing over the bulging veins.
Sabra had already removed her gown and was now breathing hard as she massaged his nipples with her clitoris. She sat, straddling his chest as she moved her hips lightly back and forth. The liquid from her cunt spread over his chest as her smooth pussy teased him. In his growing excitement, he began to stroke her hips and thighs. She could feel the electricity in his fingers as they plied her flesh, sending shivers racing through her. She was moaning softly as he took her by the hips and moved her pussy up to his mouth. He moved his tongue lightly over her swollen nob. He could feel her hole palpitate with ecstasy as her hot juices flowed down his chin. He couldn't seem to get enough of her delicious cunt.
Milena was still sucking on him, stroking his balls with one hand. She loved the sensation of his large, turgid rod moving deep into her throat. No longer being able to stand it, she lifted her gown and sank her dripping pussy onto his shaft. Davis looked down in surprise as her tight vagina squeezed down on him.
"Damn, you're like a young virgin," he said, still rolling his finger across Sabra's clitoris. "How did you manage that?"
"We have a great many useful herbs in our country," she replied, tightening her muscles around his cock. She glided slowly up and down on him. The tightness of her cunt was pure rapture, and her strokes came harder and faster, driving him wild.
He sucked and moved on Sabra's cunt. She was whimpering now, riding on the glorious peak of orgasm. Finally, she went over, her fluid oozing into his hungry mouth. His tongue probed deeply inside of her hole, trying to get every drop there was.
Milena was riding him hard, pounding onto him, forcing him ever closer. Sabra moved aside, and he rolled over with Milena without slipping out of her, then rammed his cock into her even harder than she had been moving on him. Her whole body seemed to be moving up to meet him. He felt his seed rush through the length of his throbbing cock and burst out the end to fill Milena with his warmth. Her pussy quivered with each jet as he flowed into her. Finally, she relaxed, letting the warm afterglow pervade her being.
Sabra came back over to him and nibbled tentatively on the tip of his cock.
"One would think that you might want something." He ran his fingers through her hair.
"Mmmmmmm," came the reply.
He felt her ardent sucking restore his desire, until he was seized by lust for her. He moved her until she was lying on her stomach, then he lifted her hips and sunk his cock into her tight cunt. Ferociously he fucked her, bringing her to a point of soul stirring rapture. He liked the sensation of her smooth buttocks pushing against his hips. As he moved his cock in and out of her grasping vagina, he felt her tremble, her breath coming in short gasps. The warm glow of his passion surged through him. Suddenly he felt a low moan escape as though involuntarily from his lips as he drove her to orgasm. He felt the rhythmic contractions of his rod as he came again, feeling the warm sperm spurt against the back of her vagina.
Epilogue About a month had passed and Davis was feeling extremely jovial about the turn that had come in his life.'But, as always, change follows change, like the revolution of the seasons. Man's basic restless nature for the new and the obscure eventually manages to bring new ideas forth. This particular change came one morning. Milena sat straight up in bed.
"I have a suggestion to make."
Davis rolled over and raised one eyelid and peered at her. "What is this... you complain that I shouldn't wake you up in the morning, so don't disturb my sleep either." He rolled over.
Milena shook his arm, obviously in a state of excitement. "Come on, sleepy head, wake upl I have a great ideal" Sabra sat up. "Oh, all right, Milena, what is it?"
"Let's go on an adventure!"
Davis raised up and shook his head. "What did you say?"
"Let's go on an adventure! The three of us!"
"That sounds like a fine idea, I think we could all do with a change of scenery," Sabra commented.
Davis thought for a moment. "All right, let's do go... but on one condition."
They both turned toward him. "What's that?"
He grinned. "That we go to Paris!" He leapt over Milena, and started dressing. "Damned if you two aren't slow."
