The Shiekh's Virgin Mistress

by Brooke, Jessica

  He fisted his cock, which seemed even bigger to me now, maybe it was the dim grey light of dawn, but he seemed nothing shy of a god as the shadows danced around his masculine, commanding frame. He slapped his hard length against my mound, and it made a thick, thudding, obscene sound. I loved it and pushed my hips up to meet the next lush intersecting of our flesh. He repeated this, slapping me with his thick, heavy length. I writhed and moaned and spread my legs even more. At this point, I was beyond redemption and I figured there was no sense in playing shy and demur. All I really wanted was penetration, him inside me, him thrusting his hips and shoving all of that length deeply in me.

  I knew I was going to like this; I actually liked all but the painful part last night. “Omar, I want you inside me.” I whimpered.

  He made that sound and slapped himself against me again and again, and then he trailed his finger up my entrance and showed me how wet I was. He pushed the tip of his cock to my threshold and rubbed it all over my pussy, spreading out my wetness. I already felt on the verge, and as if he could tip me with a simple word. I lifted my hips and pushed my pussy towards him.

  “Female,” his deep voice seemed strained, and I liked that feeling of power. “I will hurt you with this much need.”

  “Hurt me Omar.” I whined.

  His exhale was beyond expressive and he rubbed himself harder against my soaked folds of softest skin. He gritted his teeth and then buried his bulging crown into my entrance. He pulled my thighs up and around his waist and he came back down over me. His body shook as he entered me. Mine began quaking as if I’d been electrocuted. He slid himself, slowly at first, slightly retreating, and then advancing more and more until he was buried to his balls inside me. He stalled there and we both held our breaths.

  I felt so much, all of him, his heart, his thudding pulse; his immense heat. He was inside me, he was part of me, I squeeze him with my internal muscles and he made that sound.

  He went to one arm and supported himself. With his other hand, he stroked my cheek and cupped my face, “My beautiful goddess, am I hurting you?”

  I shook my head and lifted my face to his and kissed him. I wrapped my legs around his tight waist and locked my ankles, and I pushed my hips into his. He went even farther inside me, I squeezed him again. I muttered, “Omar, show me, make love to me. You aren’t hurting me.”

  He made that sound. Then he started. He put his weight on me and held me and he began taking long, languid strokes in and out of my body. I clung to him like a sloth on a branch, and I wallowed in what he was giving me. He was so hard, and my body was so wet we melded together as if we were one. I rolled with him, I kept him in me and I squeezed him with my weak internal muscles. I heard my own moans of joy, but they sounded as if from someone else.

  “Anna!” He growled and then his stroking took on a more urgent intensity. Soon he was thrusting himself against me; our damp bodies making slapping sounds that wreaked havoc with my insides. I was so into this, so beyond caring how pornographic this might have appeared, all I wanted was more, more of him, deeper in me, bruising my insides with his need.

  I yelled, “Harder Omar! Yes! Oh god Yes! Omar! Harder!”

  He made a sound of surprise and that was when he really let go. Violently slapping and pushing and thrusting, pumping his hips and impaling me with force. He held my shoulders again, bracing me and grunting with every mad stroke. I stayed with him and I felt it when my body began to contract and prepare to climax.

  “Mine—mine—mine!” He began yelling as his pounding took on a frantic moment of bruising thrusts.

  “Oh god Omar! Oh god! ” I screamed. I was so lost, all I knew was I might die from what I felt happening inside me. “I’m going to –oh god! Omar no! I’m…”

  “Anna, Anna, Anna. YOU ARE MINE!” He growled at my ear as his entire body went into a fit of twitches and jerks. He pinned me harder to the bed in a suffocating moment and then just as I felt his cock grow impossibly bigger, he took my mouth in a violent kiss that bruised my lips.

  My body was right there with him, responding in the same fashion and I forgot about breathing as I kissed him back and my hips went into an undulating, uncontrolled seizure. I don’t know if I came first or he did, but we both came almost at the same moment. I felt his crown expand and grow and the heat inside me increased and then I felt him explode in a molten release that shot up into my belly and felt as if he’d hit my heart.

  My body responded to his, and everything happened at once. My head flew back and I grunted as every muscle in me tightened and vibrated. I felt myself cum, and at first I thought maybe I’d peed, but the climax continued on, as if a monster were doing a death roll inside my belly. My cum mixed with Omar’s and I was filled with warm, wet lava like heat.

  I guess this was my first multiple orgasm experience because it just didn’t stop, and what was happening inside me, seemed to affect Omar, who was equally as devastated as I was once it was all over. He shot a second and third release deep into me and then he collapsed, despite the fact I knew he’d tried to remain strong and in control. He put his head next to mine on the bed, and he choked and struggled to breath while his body continued jerking and pulsing near me. He growled at me through gasping inhales, “You are mine, Anna.”

  No other words were spoken, but he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly to his chest in a vice grip that only felt incredibly protective, and as if I did indeed belong to him. That last thought before I drifted back to sleep seemed right to me, and for the time I realized I had never really belonged to anyone. I’d spent my life on a path of belonging to my education and my career, but to another person? That thought had never occurred to me, and now, with Omar under me, and in me and holding me and his lips on my forehead and all that warm heat inside me, I realized I wanted to belong to him, to the man I considered a demi-god in his own right.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  We did sleep and again, it felt like hours and hours. We remained glued together with me sleeping soundly stretched out along his body. He held me, even in his sleep, he possessively held me to him, and I loved it. At some point, his cock slipped free of me, and I momentarily woke up, feeling bereft of his loss. I realized I was now fully addicted to the Arabian Prince and I wished to belong to him.

  It was late in the day by the time we finally stirred, and Omar announced we needed to shower and then eat. “I will consume you again this evening my goddess, and perhaps in the morning before I send you back to your life.”

  I whined and groaned when I moved, and getting out of bed was darn near torture. “Um Omar, I can hardly walk already, you can’t ruin me completely, I really do need to work.”

  His hearty chuckle was full of amusement. “Nonsense! I wish for you to feel me in you and on you for days after we part. I will fuck you repeatedly until you wince whenever you move.”

  I gave him a perplexed expression, but I didn’t argue. I actually relished the thought of being fucked repeatedly. I had time to make up and I decided I was indeed a certifiable pervert and I liked cock way too much. At least I liked Omar’s cock way too much.

  I grabbed my bag on the way to the bathroom as I hobbled in there. He laughed from the bedroom and then told me he was going to order us some food. I assumed that meant he had a personal chef on hand, and I realized I was starving, and I needed to pee something fierce.

  I sat on the toilet and almost cried when I was finally able to pee. It hurt but also felt so good I wondered if I could have more orgasms just from moving around and being sore. I took out my phone and texted my dad. Simply stating: Don’t worry about me. I am with friends and will be at work on Monday morning.

  Then I texted Julie. I just had too. I couldn’t help it, I had to tell someone, and I knew my best friend and college roommate would be delighted with the news.

  Anna: Well, it happened.

  Julie: What happened?

  Anna: You know. IT!

  Julie: OMG! NFW! Who?

  Anna:
Yes fucking way! Sending picture. He is a future King!

  Julie: OMG! OMG! OMG! U OK?

  Anna: IKR? I’m better than okay. Hurt though.

  Julie: Yeah, you’ll heal fast. Proud of you GF. Love you! Oh! Get some cranberry juice. J

  Anna: OK. Love you too Babe!

  I showered in the gold fixtured bathroom that seemed bigger than my entire apartment at school. I washed all of me and even my hair again. He had the best custom products and I swooned over the aromatherapy ingredients. When I emerged from the steam, I felt refreshed, but also tired, and of course still sore, like achy, burning sore on the inside. I also noticed that I was still minutely bleeding.

  Omar came into the bathroom without knocking and I was still naked and toweling off. I squealed, and then remembered he’d already seen me naked, and I soon forgot my bashfulness. He stalled and stared at me. He was in a robe, which had opened a few inches in the front. “Let me see you.” He commanded. I stood up straight and faced him, my towel dangled at my side, my chest heaved. He licked his lips and made a sound of intense appreciation.

  He made a motion with his chin, and I looked down the line of his body, and my gaze stalled at the view. His impressive cock had lifted and was now jutting up and out of the robe, and it was entirely pornographic and obscene. My body reacted by tightening and clenching, and I gasped.

  He spread his robe and fondled himself, my entire body salivated. He said nothing, and we did not touch, but I watched as he masturbated to the sight of me and my nakedness. The thought that just looking at me could do that to him, rendered me yet again from the inside out. I held my breath. He rubbed himself harder and with more urgency. His heavily muscled thighs quivered as his broad palm fisted that impressive cock. I was riveted by the sight of his big wrist and the way the tendons in his forearm moved in time with what his hand was doing between his legs.

  I’d felt that hardness, and the night before I’d seen him cum, but the room had not been this well-lit. Now I could see everything, and maybe it was because I wasn’t quite as shocked, but I began appreciating his virility and his display. I took it as a massive compliment, and I hoped that was how he intended it. My cheeks stilled burned from a combination of embarrassment and arousal. How this kind of thing could do so much to me physically, was beyond me, but I was once again part of him, and with him, and fully involved in the inferno that was Omar.

  I wanted to be burned by his greatness, I wanted to be consumed by his fire, and I let my towel fall from my hand, and put my hand to my own pussy. I rubbed my clit and I stood before him, unashamed and once again ready to take him into me. I wanted him like I’d never wanted another, or anything else. No other desire had ever commanded my body like this need I now felt for the Arabian Prince, Omar.

  I parted my lips and breathed, “Omar.”

  Omar cupped his heavy ball sack with his other hand and massaged himself, as his right hand stroked up and down the glistening skin of his cock. I stood mesmerized, slowly rubbing my index finger over my clit.

  He grunted and I saw his abs ripple and tighten and the shiny helmeted crown of his cock engorged further, straining and expanding. Omar took the two big steps necessary to reach me and he went down on his knees. He pushed my hand aside and kissed my pubic line and then licked at my clit, which began throbbing. He looked up at me, “You were a good girl to shave for me. Your pussy is perfection and I wish to taste your nectar yet again, I cannot deny myself your sweetness.” I noticed he was still fisting his erection and rubbing himself.

  He ran his hands up the back of my thighs and pulled me to his mouth. My skin was still damp and warm from the shower, but his lips felt like hot, molten lava as he lathed across the top of my cleft. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and then in frustration, he slid closer and with his upper arms, he spread my stance. Then he buried his face in my legs, gluing his lips to my soft folds, and he licked up the expanse of my pussy entrance. He sucked and bit and his hands re-found my butt cheeks and he massaged and palpated it. Then just as quickly, he departed.

  I moaned and fought to stand upright. “You taste like honey.” He returned to my clit and forcefully suckled it into his mouth, I almost crumpled on the spot, and then he bit it, and nibbled on it and we both felt it fill and lift and take on a distinct personal pulse; then he bit it really hard.

  I did crumple then, and he caught me, gently lowering me to the cool tile floor. He leaned me against the wall and I continued to make mewling sounds. My belly was twitching and my pussy had flooded with heat. He crawled over me and settled across my thighs, he leaned in and kissed me, and I tasted myself on his shiny lips. Him and me and the combination of us. He pushed himself harder against my belly and I felt his cock scald my bare flesh.

  I gasped, “How?” He didn’t answer me, just kept kissing me and rubbing himself against my lower abdomen. His throbbing cock skidded across my warm skin, my knees bent and I spread my legs. I was mindless and had no idea what I was doing. I think I mumbled, “Omar, I need you inside me again.” He chuckled and continued kissing me and jerking that heavy, hot cock of his against my dewy skin. I couldn’t imagine the amount of need I felt for his entry. My pussy twinged and clenched and I momentarily winced.

  “You will be the death of me Goddess.” He whispered at my lips.

  Again I simply whimpered, “How?”

  “No other has ever created such a need in my body.”

  I whispered, “Me either, I had no idea.”

  My eyes found his and I parted my lips, the only sound that escaped was that of immense need. I whined and wrapped my legs around his tight waist and rolled myself against his body. I felt as my own wetness coated over the base of his hard cock, so I did it again, and again. I slid myself over him and against him and that little bird in my belly took flight. The harp string turned into a full orchestra and I began writhing. He remained pinned to my groin, pinned and rubbing himself in time with my movements. “Please Omar, please.” I begged.

  He chuckled again, a knowing chuckle, and then he shook his head and reached between us to palm his erection. “I wish for you to taste me Anna. This,” He pulled on himself and then slapped his thick, heavy, straining cock against me, it made the most obscene, seductive sound, and I again responded eagerly with my sounds of agreement. “This needs to be in your mouth.”

  I exhaled through my nose and licked my lips. Another first, and something I wasn’t sure I would ever do. The thought of it had not turned me on in the past, but it did now. I tentatively nodded and again licked my lips.

  He dug his fingers into my wet hair at the back of my skull and he pulled my face to his. As he slid backwards, he took me with him and then suddenly, my head was in his lap and I was millimeters away from his shaft. I felt the heat coming from him, and I saw the dried blood in the hairs at his groin. I stalled. He smelled of us, and copper, and I realized he still had me on him, and our combined bodies and what we’d been doing all night and morning.

  His hand at the back of my head insisted, and I moved closer. “In your mouth Anna, I must feel your lips around my shaft.”

  He massaged my skull and pushed me again. I’d been on my hands and knees, but now I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the base of him, and my breasts hung and rested on his thighs. My pussy flooded again, and he made that sound, the sound I can only hope to hear repeatedly throughout my life. To say it was a sound of intense pleasure is to only diminish what it did to my insides. Intense pleasure doesn’t even come close to what we both felt as our bodies once again joined.

  It was as if an electrical current had made us one, and I knew I was going to like this entry as much as I did the other. I actually felt my throat open and my mouth watered. I swallowed and he pushed. My hand shook, and I parted my lips and lowered them over his shiny head. He made that sound again. I went farther, and took more of him in my mouth. His hips bucked and his hand held me steady and even more of him entered my face.

  I moaned and moved my entire
body closer to his, I needed more, I needed to be on him; I needed him in me, all of him, in me. He tasted like spices and citrus and I licked at him and I started making sounds that I didn’t understand. All I knew was I wanted him, I wanted to please him and I liked what this was doing to my body.

  His hand tightened at my skull and he pulled on my hair, hard. I groaned and my pussy clenched. He reached between us and began pinching and pulling on my hanging breasts, scraping his palm over my nipples; scrape, pinch, scrape; pinch. I dove farther over him, and I gaged, but I didn’t stop. I kept trying, and I continued to swallow. I could feel his erratic breaths and how much I was pleasing him. He continued to manipulate my nipples until they both ached. It was a good ache.

  I pumped with my hand and used it as a ballast and my lips delved ever farther down his long shaft. I gaged, and I moaned and I started drooling, but I didn’t stop. Again I was mindless and felt ravenous and animalistic. I definitely had perversion in me, and I didn’t care.

  He made that sound again and then grunted, “Cup my balls Anna! Yes, good girl. Massage them. Yes! Yes! Yes!” I had him in me as far as I could take him, and I began sliding my lips up and down over his slobber soaked cock. “Deeper Anna, I must be all the way in your body.”

  His deep voice resonated inside my body, and I tried even harder. I could feel his heartbeat between my lips and his skin burned me, he was so hot, and tasted so good. I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t get him any farther into me. He made a sound of frustration and held my head with both his hands and then he bucked his hips forcefully. I fought him, I couldn’t help it, and he barked at me, “Relax now!” My mind was confused, but apparently my body already considered him master. It obeyed and my throat opened. It was miraculous how my body accepted this kind of intrusion down into my throat, but it did. He thrust himself and held my head and then he slid all the way down my neck. I didn’t even gag. I swallowed, over and over, and I felt how my throat muscles massaged him.