0 comments/ 61758 views/ 4 favorites ShahraBarb's Arabian Nights By: Schwingprose Barb sits at the kitchen table sipping her morning coffee as she hunts through the local paper for a job. The want ad reads, "Wanted- adventurous, creative woman for lucrative short-time position. Travel involved. Call 867-5309 for appointment." "That looks interesting," thinks Barb as she circles the ad with her highlighter. Not much else caught her eye in the paper. Barb is truly on her own for the first time in her life. Her husband of twenty years, a college professor, ran off with a student half Barb's age. The divorce is not yet final and the couples' belongings have not been divided up. Barb's husband hired a very prominent lawyer and it does not appear she will make out as well as she had hoped to. No kids, no job, but at least she will keep the house, which she is currently living in. A quick phone call to the number listed in the ad and Barb is off to the shower to get ready for her interview. Barb makes it to the upscale office building where the interview is to take place with plenty of time to spare. Once at the correct suite, she checks in at the front desk and takes a seat. There are two other women waiting in the office and Barb makes nervous small talk with them as they await their interviews. She notices that everything in the sparsely decorated office is brand new. It even has that "new carpet" smell to it. As she talks, Barb notices that the two other applicants are a bit younger than she is. Barb is a very attractive woman in her mid-forties but she doesn't look it. Barb's shoulder-length light brown hair frames her beautiful face perfectly and her 36D breasts top off a wonderfully full figure that would never be mistaken for overweight. Needless to say, she gets her fair share of looks when she is out and about. The secretary calls Barb's name and she goes into the adjacent room. Once inside she finds a chair sitting in front of a small desk and a heavy-set young man, who introduces himself as Jeffrey, coming to greet her. Barb is asked to take a seat after a brief handshake and she smoothes out her navy skirt as she sits down. She looks down to make sure her cream colored blouse is in order and, as she looks back up, she catches Jeffrey briefly staring at her breasts. She is unnerved for an instant, wondering if she shouldn't have worn this blouse because it is sheer enough to show off her lacy bra. "What the hell," Barb thinks to herself, "sex sells." Jeffrey goes about asking Barb about her school history, family, and other things that seem kind of odd for a job interview. Not once was she asked for a resume, nor was she asked to fill out an application. This all seemed rather strange to Barb but she kept right on answering Jeffrey’s queries. When asked if she would have a problem with travel, Barb explains that she really doesn't have too many ties that would keep her from it. Wondering what the hell the job could be she asks Jeffrey what the job is and what her duties would be. Jeffrey explains to Barb that he was hired by a very wealthy, if not a little eccentric, man from the Middle East to find a sort of temporary personal assistant. He himself didn't know all the details, just that he was to interview women for the assistant position. He assured her that she would live luxuriously for the time she was employed and that no harm would come to her. Jeffrey added that the reason the want ad stated an "adventurous" woman was needed was because not all the details of her duties would be divulged in the begining. Only that she would be paid handsomely. Throughout the interview Barb was friendly, candid, and self-assured. All the while there was a small, hidden camera aimed at her. When the interview concluded Jeffrey asked Barb if she was still interested in the job, even with all the mystery. Barb knew she would have to get a job at some point and that the "lucrative short-term" position may be just the thing to tide her over financially until her alimony kicks in or until she a full-time job. It would also get her away from the house and all the painful memories it contains. She told Jeffrey she was still interested and he said he would be conducting interviews for the next few days. He told Barb he would call her within the week if she were given the position. Over the next few days Jeffrey conducted many interviews. After he was done he was advised via fax that Barb was to be given the job. The fax also included further instructions. True to his word, Jeffrey contacted Barb at home and told her the job was hers. He told her she needed to pack enough clothing, both casual and business, for a weeklong stay in a desert climate. She would have a couple days to get things done (i.e. hold mail, etc.) then a car would be by her house early Monday morning to pick her up and take her to the airport. Monday rolls around and Barb is all set to go when she hears a knock at her door. She opens it to find a man in a suit stating he is there to take her to the airport. He retrieves her luggage and they head out the door. It is then that Barb sees that a limousine is parked in front of her home. The driver opens a rear door for Barb. He advises her to make herself comfortable and help herself to any and all accoutrements in the limo. After a relaxing drive to the airport Barb is surprised to see that the limo is not going to the main terminal. It pulls up to a private security gate and they drive straight out to the tarmac where a private plane awaits. Barb's things are loaded onto the plane and she finds that other than the pilot and one crewmember, she is the only one on the plane. The pilot states over the intercom that she is to relax and get set for a long flight. If there is anything she needs the crewmember will see to it she is taken care of. Barb thinks she could get used to this kind of lifestyle. After a long and uneventful flight the plane lands on a private airstrip somewhere in the middle of a desert in an unknown country. Another limousine awaits as Barb exits the plane and she is taken to a large nearby compound. The walled compound was all she could see for miles around. Once past the armed guards at the gate Barb is taken to the main residence at the compound. It is a huge modern mansion with minimal Middle Eastern accents in the architecture. Barb is escorted inside and shown to her "bedroom." It is only a bedroom in the sense that there is a bed in it. Barb's expansive living quarters was as large as a few rooms in her home put together. She wanders around, exploring her new digs and she likes what she sees. There's a king size canopy bed covered with a flowing veil, a bathroom as large as any normal room with a huge sunken bathtub, including water jets. All the modern conveniences were provided. Even with all the wonderful things that Barb was beholding, she could not help but wonder what she was doing here. She still did not know what her job was. A knock came at the door and a beautiful young servant girl dressed in what appeared to be a genie or belly dancer's outfit entered the room. Her dark eyes shone above the sheer gauzy fabric covering her lovely face. She couldn't be much older than twenty. The girl identifies herself as Shamsa and informs Barb that she will her personal servant while Barb stays at the home. She states that dinner will be served in a while and she is there to get Barb ready. Shamsa goes and starts running a bath, telling Barb that other servants will be there shortly to bathe her. "I think I can handle that myself," Barb protested but Shamsa insisted. She tells Barb that she is a guest at the home and she is to be treated as the master wishes her to be treated. It would be taken as an insult not to abide by her host's wishes. She adds, for emphasis, that the master has a bit of a temper. "Just consider it a trip to, how do you Americans say, a spa," Shamsa advises in a sweet Middle Eastern accent. With that Shamsa clapped her hands and three more young servant girls, each dressed in short white toga-like robes, came into the room and approached Barb. "Just let yourself be pampered, you've had a long trip, Madam" advised Shamsa as Barb was led to the bath. Things were all happening so fast, Barb didn't know what to think or do. She certainly didn't want to insult someone who would be paying her a lot of money. She figured "when in Rome…" and decided to just go with it. Once in the bathroom, the three girls began to take Barb's clothes off for her. She helped where needed, lifting arms and feet. Once nude Barb was led into the huge sunken tub by all three girls, her large bare breasts swaying as she stepped down. The servant girls all entered the bath still wearing their robes. Not being used to this, Barb was guided along by the servant girls as to what she needed to do with gentle nudges and guiding hands. She was guided down into the water as one girl grabbed a large pitcher from the edge of the tub. This was used to wet Barb's hair as she tilted her head back. The other two girls grabbed soft sea sponges and sweet-smelling liquid soap as the one tending to Barb's mane reached for some shampoo. The girl with the shampoo poured some out onto her hand and worked it into Barb's hair as the other two worked a lather up in the sponges. Barb was guided to stand and the girls with the sponges stood at her sides. They began slowly, gently washing Barb's nude form with their soft sponges, covering her in soapy suds while the third girl massaged the shampoo into Barb's scalp. Barb was enjoying the sensation of being pampered in such a way and found she was not feeling shy, embarrassed, or self-conscious at all. This surprised her, but not as much as the thoughts swirling around inside her head. She found herself staring at the servant girls' bodies. Their thin cotton robes were completely wet and showed off that they were not wearing anything underneath. The wet fabric clung to their firm breasts, their areolas clearly visible, as were the dark patches of hair down below. Barb had never been with a woman before and, although it was a fantasy of her soon-to-be-ex-husband, she never gave the idea much thought. Her husband would relate fantasies to her but she always blew him off. Now she found herself getting more and more turned on as the girls slid their soft sponges over her breasts and between her thighs. Barb gazed at their nubile forms as they lathered up every inch of her nude body. Barb found herself off in another world inside her head until she was jostled back to reality when the servant doing her hair rinsed her off with the pitcher as the other two stepped away. Barb was then guided out of the tub and the servant girls with the sponges dried her off with the thickest, softest towels she had ever felt. While they dried her body, the third servant dried and brushed Barb's hair. Once the servants were done they led Barb into her bedroom, still nude. Shamsa was standing there waiting next to a massage table that had been set up while Barb was in the bath. "I hope you are feeling better," Shamsa said as she motioned Barb over to the table. "A quick massage and then we will get you dressed for dinner." Shamsa had Barb lay down on the table as the servant girls slipped out of their wet robes. Barb pretended to close her eyes but she watches the servants disrobe through thin slits. The three beautiful girls slip on fresh robes and move to the table. One servant pours out warm, very light oil over Barb's back and down her legs as the other two began to work it in. The spiced oil has a wonderful smell that hits Barb's nose almost immediately. Her lustful thoughts continued as the servants' six slender hands worked their way over her body. Barb could feel herself growing wetter as the girls ran their hands up her inner thighs and over her butt. It was one thing for them to have been using sponges in the bath, but now she was feeling the touch of another woman's hand in areas they have never been. Two of the servant girls moved down and worked on Barb's feet as the other got up on the table and straddled Barb's backside. Barb could feel the coarseness of the servant girl's pubic hair against her butt as the girl sat down. After the initial shock, the sensation became quite erotic for Barb and she found herself getting more and more excited. It almost appeared to Barb that the girl was moving her crotch back and forth on her butt on purpose as she massaged Barb's back and shoulders. It all served to make Barb's pussy positively dripping wet. When the servant girl got down from the table she guided Barb onto her back. A highly aroused Barb rolled over willingly and the three servants began working on Barb's front side with the oil. Two of them smeared oil down Barb's legs as the one who had sat on Barb slid her slick hands over Barb's full breasts and shoulders. The two servants working the legs worked their way up slowly, methodically, inching towards where Barb was aching to be touched. Barb almost felt like she could cum from the anticipation as they worked her over. The girl working Barb's breasts seemed to focus on her nipples, slyly moving them between her slick fingers as she closed them, never actually tugging or pulling on them. Barb was doing her best to stifle the moans that were welling up inside, then all at once, the three servant girls stopped. They stepped back and Barb lay there unsatisfied, extremely horny, and in need of release. Shamsa, who had been watching the whole time, stood next to the table holding a beautifully ornate robe for Barb to slip into. The robe was heavy, and not the kind you put on when you get out of the shower. "You will be wearing this to dinner," said Shamsa as she helped Barb into the robe. The front had large buttons that went up just far enough to leave a good amount of cleavage showing. "We have put all of your clothes away, you will not need them. You will be provided with all the clothing you will need while you are here," explained Shamsa. Barb didn't care, if all the clothes were as beautiful and comfortable as the robe she would have no complaints. "You will get to keep any and all clothing you are given when you are done with your work here." Shamsa then led Barb out of the room. As the two left, their movement was watched by the various hidden cameras that were placed throughout Barb's bedroom and bathroom. Barb was led to a small dining room that was lit with candles. She was told to have a seat and her employer would be joining her soon. A few minutes later a very handsome middle eastern man entered the room with two large bodyguards in tow. The man was clean-cut and was wearing a robe similar to Barb's, only his was more masculine in appearance. One of the bodyguards pulled out the chair on the opposite side of the small table from barb and the man sat down. The man then waved his hand and the bodyguards left the room. "I hope you had a pleasant journey and that your stay so far has been to your liking," he said in a British accent. "It's a bit overwhelming at first," said Barb, "but I've enjoyed my stay so far. Would you mind telling me what I will be…" the man cuts Barb off, "I will tell you everything over dinner. Let us fill ourselves with good food and drink and I will explain everything to you." With that servants bring in the first course of the meal and pour wine into the glasses on the table. "Can I at least know your name," asks Barb. "My name is not important. All the servants call me 'Master,' although I'm sure you would not be very comfortable with that, being an independent American woman. Why don't you give me a name and I will answer to it when you address me." Barb looked at him, sizing him up for a name. Mid-twenties to early-thirties, very handsome, with tanned skin, but not as dark as you would expect from a person of middle eastern descent. Slender features, almost like a darker version of Rob Lowe, very well spoken. Barb had to catch herself; she was still aroused from the bath and massage and was looking at the man like a ravenous beast would look at a piece of meat. The only thing that came to her mind, because of the man's dark skin, was the name "Omar." She blurted it out and the man said, "Then Omar it is." The two of them chatted over the numerous dinner courses. Barb found that Omar had gone to school in England and that his money came from a family oil business. He would not say what country they were currently in, just that they were in his home, nothing further. Barb found him quite charming. His British accent and the way he spoke made him sound a bit like James Bond. The two each finished a couple glasses of wine and servants poured one more as Barb commented, "I thought Muslims didn't drink alcohol." "I am not a Muslim," replied the man. "I have grown up all over the world and do not claim any faith. I do what pleases me and answer to no one. This brings us to your job. It is really quite simple… To Be Continued... ShahraBarb's Arabian Nights Ch. 2 Barb listened intently as Omar spoke. "You are to be my personal storyteller. Once a night for three nights you are to tell me an erotic story of your own creation while my servants, how should I say, attend to my needs. You will have all day to come up with the story you to are to tell. You may jot down notes that you refer to as you tell your story but you may not write the entire story and read it to me. Reading written stories is too stilted and the story loses the spontaneity if it is read." Needless to say Barb was shocked when she heard what her duties were to be. "You mean to tell me you brought me all the way here to tell you fucking dirty stories? Why not have your servants tell you stories?" "The women here lack the imagination and experience to tell truly good erotic stories. I watched your interview and, given your age, life experience, and the way you carried yourself, I thought you would be a good candidate for the job." "I still don't understand why you don't just do phone sex on a speaker phone or watch pornos or hire people to have sex for your amusement or something,” Barb continued incredulously. “This is what I desire. You came here of your free will. You have entered into a verbal agreement, one that I intend to hold you to. You will be paid one million dollars when you complete your task. But you must do your best. You will be judged on the quality of your work and how much effort you put into it. Only a 100% effort will earn you your salary.” “And if I refuse…” Barb asked. “Look around you. You have no idea where you are. No one back at your home knows where you are. You will be held here indefinately until you hold up your end of the bargain.” All of this infuriated Barb. She was basically being held hostage in this mansion with sex stories as her ransom. “Eccentric my ass, this motherfucker’s crazy,” Barb mumbled under her breath. The one thing that hadn’t really sunken in was the figure that was thrown out for her services. ONE MILLION DOLLARS. The thought of such an amount, enough money to be set for life, began to run through her head. “Why are you doing this,” she asked. “Because I can,” replied Omar. “I have more money than I could spend in twenty lifetimes. This is what I want. It is what pleases me at the moment.” Barb’s anger begins to fade as she begins to think of the task that she is being asked to perform. She can still feel the moisture between her legs and begins to realize that although the task ahead is a strange one, it may not be so difficult after all. She’s not being paid for sex, just for sex stories. Her mind had been racing with erotic images earlier. It can’t be that hard to harness those desires into stories to get this wacko off. “Besides, it’s ONE MILLION DOLLARS,” she thought. Barb says, “Okay, I’ll do it,” as she gulps down the remainder of her wine. “I knew you would come around,” replied Omar. “Now, I realize how excited one can get sexually when they compose these kinds of stories. I have actually written some myself. In order to ensure that you are kept in the, let’s say, right frame of mind, you will not be allowed to pleasure yourself. You will be observed at all times. If it is not Shamsa who is with you, it will be another servant. At night your wrists will be bound. Every effort will be made to ensure your comfort, but at no time will you be allowed to release your pent up desires. If at some point you manage to steal away and do so, you will forfeit your pay. Is all understood?” “Yes,” responded Barb. “Thank you for your company. Shamsa will escort you back to your room now. I would suggest that you begin work on your stories tonight. Tomorrow you will tell me your first tale.” Shamsa takes Barb back to her room and she sits down at a desk in near one of her bedroom windows. She tries to get information about this strange man from her servant but Shamsa says she cannot tell her anything. Although she is Barb’s servant while she is there, Shamsa belongs to Omar. Barb picks up a pen and begins to think of story ideas. The first ones that come to mind are replays of her bath and massage, but she knows that as hot as they were for her, they would not suffice for Omar. She begins to delve into her past. “What were some of the fantasies that asshole husband of mine used to tell me,” she thought. He would share favorite erotic stories he had read on the Internet and in Penthouse. It used to annoy Barb back then but now they could be worth a million bucks to her. Various ideas shoot through her head and she jots down notes for possible stories. After a while she feels a bit tired and tells Shamsa she is ready for bed. Shamsa escorts Barb to her bed, where there is a silky nightgown spread out. Shamsa helps Barb out of her robe and assists her in getting into her nightgown. The cool silk slips down Barb’s body creating a brief chill that runs thorough her. Her nipples jutt out against the fabric as they stiffen. She swears Shamsa was checking her out as she changed. She began to feel the wetness return to her pussy as she imagines Shamsa tending to her as the other servant girls had before. Not a word is spoken as Barb climbs onto the bed and Shamsa places the restraints on her wrists. They have wool lining and are actually fairly comfortable but they don’t allow Barb to reach anywhere on her body. Shamsa sits nearby and watches Barb’s chest rise and fall as she drifts off to a fitfull sleep. The day breaks and Barb has a light breakfast before getting back to “work.” All the while Shamsa is nearby. By early afternoon she thinks she has come up with the skeleton of that evening’s story, and possibly the next night’s as well. Barb tells Shamsa she needs to stretch her legs and she is given a tour of the estate. As day turns to night the three servant girls return to bathe Barb and give her a massage. Once again they leave Barb wet and wanting more. Her state of mind helps her fill in the blanks of the evening’s story as she picks at her dinner. After dinner she returns to her room and finds that evening’s outfit lying on her bed. Shamsa helps her out of her robe and retrieves her new gown. Barb reacts to the sight of the outfit she is to wear with, “You’ve gotta be kidding.” It’s a sheer white gown that reaches just above her knee. Barb hesitates briefly, realizing that whoever sees her in this outfit will be seeing all of her. She thinks of the money and slips it over her head. Barb waits impatiently in her room for an hour or so, running the story through her head to get most of it down so it will flow naturally. Finally a knock on the door lets her know it is time. Shamsa leads Barb to a room she was not allowed to see during her tour. Once inside she finds the room is lit only by a few candles. The smell of incense fills the air. There are large pillows spread across the middle of the room. A large veil that hangs from the ceiling covers them. It almost resembles a large teepee. Barb hears, “Welcome, please have a seat,” from the middle of the room. As she moves closer she sees that Omar is under the veil, lying on the pillows. With only candlelight providing illumination it is difficult for her to make out much in the room. Shamsa leads Barb to a chair next to the pillowed area. As Barb sits down she sees that the three servants who wash and massage her are lying on the pillows around Omar and that they are naked. A twinge of jealousy briefly runs through Barb. “I hope you have a good story for me tonight. I would hate for you to start off on a bad note,” says Omar. “You may begin,” he commanded. Barb did not need any notes. She pretty much had the whole story in her head; it was just jumbled around at that moment. Her first few words got stuck in her throat. Barb grabs the glass of wine that sits on the table next to her chair and takes a drink. She then musters up the courage to begin. “Joe had been planning for this Saturday evening all week. Karla was coming over to have a few drinks and visit he and his wife Kim. Karla’s husband and daughter were out of town and Joe and Kim were trying to keep Karla from being lonely. It was actually Joe’s idea that Karla come over. He has secretly lusted after Karla ever since Kim started watching Karla’s daughter while she worked. Kim had been bored ever since Sherri, her eighteen year-old daughter from a previous marriage, had gone away to a nearby college. Kim met Karla through a mutual friend and came up with the idea to do daycare for Karla’s little girl when Karla said she wanted to go back to work.” “Joe was attracted to Karla since their first meeting. How could he not be? Her silky blonde hair, her tight, trim body. Although Karla’s breasts were small, much smaller than his full-figured wifes, they were firm and offered a nice contrast to what Joe was used to. He had watched Karla at holiday get-togethers and by the pool in the summer. Joe secretly snuck peaks at her stiff nipples when she wore her little black dress without a bra and when she emerged from the cold pool water in that tiny bikini she wears. She has been a vision running through his mind at times as he made love to Kim and when he was alone stroking his hard cock.” As Barb spoke Omar ejoyed the servant girls’ attention. They took his robe off when Barb started speaking and began to stroke his smooth skin. Barb could tell they were using the same oil on him that they use for her massages because she caught a whiff of it as she continued to convey her tale. Barb tried to concentrate on her story but she found herself trying to watch what transpired before her simultaneously. Barb could just see enough in the dim light to know what was going on under the veil. It took all her concentration to keep the story going as she watched Omar slide his hand between one servant’s legs while he brought another’s face to his to kiss her lips. All the while the third servant appeared to be working on Omar’s cock. Her body was blocking Barb’s view but she could tell by the girl’s motions that she was stroking his hard-on. Barb continued, “When the evening arrived the three of them sat around and made small talk for a bit. Joe eagerly volunteered to make drinks for everyone. Unbeknownst to the girls, he added a little something extra to their drinks. He wanted to be sure they would both be out like a light for what he had planned. Joe had plotted it all out and was certain his scheme would work. He would drug his wife’s drink to keep her knocked out while he had his way with an unconscious Karla. The three of them had a few drinks, listened to music, and chatted until the girls suddenly began to feel tired. Joe, claiming he didn’t want Karla to drive drunk, insisted she stay the night. She could sleep in Sherri’s old room. He claimed it would be the sefest thing for Karla to do.” It became more and more difficult for Barb to continue the story as she watched the servants work on Omar. She gulped down wine frequently as she spoke, using it as an excuse to watch the sex show before her. Barb was surprised to see Omar guide one girl after the other down to his face as the other two worked the rest of his body. He obviously loved the taste of pussy and definitely did not descriminate against his help. Barb’s crotch was soaking wet with the telling of her story and the scene playing out before her. “Kim went and helped Karla get ready for bed as Joe cleaned up the glasses. After a few minutes Joe went to see Kim in their bedroom and found her getting into bed. She tells him she tried to give Karla one of Sherri’s nightshirts but she turned it down, telling Kim she sleeps in the nude. Joe feels his erection begin to grow at the thought of what lay ahead. He tells Kim he isn’t tired yet and that he wants to go online for a bit before he comes to bed. Joe goes to his office in the basement and checks his e-mail for a while, waiting to make sure the girls are asleep. After half about forty-five minutes he sneaks up to his bedroom and finds Kim out cold. Joe turns off the hallway light and heads to Sherri’s old room. He silently slips inside the door and closes it behind him.” Barb hesitates for a moment and a slight gasp escapes her lips. As the servant girls are moving around and changing positions, Barb catches a glimpse of Omar’s erection. Even in the darkness she can tell it’s huge. A servant girl wraps her hand around it and her fingers don’t appear to reach all the way around. It looks as big around as a Coke can and about a foot long! Barb does her best to regain her composure and conitinue with the story but takes the opportunity to gulp down the remainder of her wine to buy some time. Shamsa immediately refills her glass. Barb’s so turned on she can’t think about anything momentarily except wrapping her legs around Omar’s hips and riding that huge cock for all it’s worth. She shakily continues, “Umm, the room is pitch black and Joe can’t see a thing. He lets his eyes adjust for a moment as he listens to Karla’s breathing. It is obvious that she is asleep from her deep breathing. Joe strips off his clothes, moves carefully onto the bed, and slowly places his hand on Karla. He finds she is lying on her side, facing away from him, and she is not underneath the covers. Karla does not stir at all as he moves his hand over her bare skin. His cock is already hard as a rock and throbbing as he carefully moves his hand up to her breast. He finds Karla is still wearing a bra. “She must have passed out before she could get all the way naked,” he thought. “Joe carefully undoes Karla’s bra and slides it off over her shoulder. He reaches around and places his hand on her breast. It’s a perfect handful and feels just like he imagined it would, nice and firm. The nipple stiffens under his palm as he gently massages Karla’s breast. The guy who sold him the drugs he used on thegirls was right; they will be dead to the world until it wears off. Emboldened, Joe brought his fingers to his mouth and moistened them. He then swirls the saliva around on Karla’s hard nipple as he kisses the back of her neck. Joe then moves his hand down Karla’s body to her pussy. He slides his hand inside the waistband of her skimpy bikini panties and his fingers find her bush. Joe guides his middle finger back and forth over Karla’s slit. He again brings his fingers to his mouth and wets them. When he places them back at Karla’s pussy his slick fingers slide easily between her lips.” “Joe ground his erection into Karla’s ass as he slid his finger in and out of her moistening slit. Even though she was unconscious, Karla’s pussy produced juices for Joe’s probing fingers. He dry humped Karla from behind and finger-fucked her for a short time then he moved down to her feet. He gently guided her onto her back and slid her panties off. Joe then nudged his way between Karla’s legs and moved his face to her pussy. He breathed in her musky scent and began lapping at her slit. Joe slid his tongue up and down her wet lips and buried his face in her crotch, sliding his tongue inside as far as it would go.” “This was what Joe had been fantasizing about for a long time. He was eating Karla’s pussy for all he was worth. He was lost in his ministrations when all of a sudden Karla let out a moan. Joe froze with fright. ‘Oh God,’ he thought, ‘don’t let her wake up now.’ He slowly backed up and Karla rolled back onto her side. Joe froze like a statue until he heard Karla begin to breathe the deep breaths of sleep. Again he then lay back behind Karla, spooning her, and positioned himself to enter her from behind. Joe licked his fingers and moistened the head of his cock, readying it for entry.” “He guided the engorged head of his cock to Karla’s slit and gently began to push inside. Joe eased inside Karla little by little, pulling out each time, then sliding a little deeper. The feeling was incredible. He couldn’t tell if it was Karla’s body position or if it was just her pussy, but her pussy felt nice and tight. He pumped in and out of Karla as he again reached around and played with her breasts. Karla lets out another moan but does not stir. Joe figures she’s having a sex dream and he doesn’t change his slow, methodic pace out of fear of disturbing the dream. Joe begins to push into Karla with slightly more force as he goes and before long he’s practically slamming into her. He couldn’t help it. This is the realization of a longtime fantasy and he is loving every minute of it. He feels his passion reach its peak and pulls his cock out. Joe pumps his cum out onto Karla’s backside, milking what feels like the greatest orgasm of his life for every drop it’s worth. He smears his semen around Karla’s ass with his slick cock and moves back to spoon her.” Barb continues with the story, saying, “Joe slides his still-hard cock between Karla’s butt cheeks, smearing his cum up and down her crack with his shaft as he grinds it against her. He then slides it back into Karla’s pussy one last time for a few thrusts before he withdraws and sits up.” As Barb’s story was reaching its climax she watched as one servant girl gave Omar an oily, two-fisted handjob. All the while Omar finger-fucked the other two servants as he moved his head from breast to breast, sucking their nipples. Barb could hear Omar groan as she spoke and she knew he was about to cum. He shot his wad skyward in barely visible white jets as the servant girl pumped his shaft. Barb squirmed in her seat; her wet crotch aching for release that would not come. She could practically taste Omar’s cum as the remainder of his seed oozes down the servant girl’s hands. The story goes on as Barb breathlessly begins the conclusion, “Joe carefully cleans his cum off of Karla with his shirt and he sneaks back into his own bedroom. He slips between the sheets with Kim and replays the events that just took place over and over in his mind as he drifts off to a deep, satisfied sleep. The following morning Kim wakes Joe up with coffee and the morning paper in bed. She thanks him for being the bartender for the previous evening and says she thinks she had too much to drink. Kim tells him she felt pretty drunk and slept like a rock. She goes on to say, “Speaking of being drunk, Sherri came back to town last night to party with some of her old friends. She showed up here drunk as a skunk last night when you were online. Karla was so sweet. She let Sherri sleep in her old room while she slept on the couch. She’s so nice.” Kim’s words echoed in Joe’s brain. It was so dark in the room and Karla and Sherri have similar builds. He never realized he was fucking his own stepdaughter and not Karla! TO BE CONTINUED ShahraBarb's Arabian Nights Ch. 3 Omar dismissed Barb and Shamsa escorted her back to her room. Once back in her room Barb changed into her nightgown and requested some more wine. By that point Barb was so horny that the only way she could see going to sleep was if she passed out from drinking. Shamsa went to the door and spoke with someone outside briefly. Shortly thereafter a carafe of wine was brought to Barb's room and Shamsa poured her a glass. Barb thought the evening went quite well and asked Shamsa what she thought. Shamsa replied that the master seemed to like the story. Barb then asked Shamsa what she thought of it. Shamsa told Barb she found the story quite interesting and that she liked the twist in the end. After Barb polished off the carafe Shamsa helped her to bed. Once again the restraints were placed on Barb's wrists and Shamsa sat watching nearby until Barb was asleep. The following day pretty much followed the same pattern as the previous one. Meals and time to come up with stories. Walks around the grounds with Shamsa and her daily bath and massage by the three servant girls. Barb was happy that she was 1/3 of the way to her million dollar payday and she was coming up with ideas for stories left and right. I guess being in a perpetual state of arousal does lend the mind to come up with many ideas for erotic stories. The evening came quickly and Barb felt ready to get on with story number two. Shamsa led her to the same room as before and it was set up exactly as it had been. Barb told Omar a tale of a man who had just relocated to a fairly small town. His company had transferred him to the town and he found a home to live in fairly quickly. The man soon found that the pretty brunette who lived next door liked to get dressed and undressed with the curtains open. The man became obsessed with the woman. He would videotape her as she dressed/undressed. He even caught his neighbor masturbating a couple times. He would stay up until all hours of the night to catch her in her windows in various states of undress and masturbate as he watched. The man even bought an expensive camera with a telephoto lens to take pictures of the woman. He would post the photos of her on the Internet to share his find with the rest of the world. Barb related the man's actions, those of the neighbor, and all of his fantasies in erotically vivid detail. One night he came home from work and found his home had been broken into. He couldn't find anything missing but he noticed that the burglar had gone through the photos he had taken of his neighbor. He was unsure if all of the pictures were still there but he didn't notice anything of real value gone so he didn’t call the police. He didn't see his neighbor for a couple days after the break-in and thought she may have gone out of town. Then one day he came home from work to find police cars parked outside the neighbor's house. He went to see what was going on and found that she was dead. She had been murdered. The police questioned the man briefly and came by his house with a search warrant later in the evening. The police advised him that they had found nude photos of the victim near her body. They appeared to have been taken from the direction of his house. The man admitted to being a voyeur but denied he had anything to do with her death. He explained that his home had recently been broken into but they did not believe his story because he did not report it immediately afterward. During the search of the man's home the police found a pair of women's panties and some rope underneath his bed. Needless to say the man denied any knowledge of how the items got there. The pattern of the rope matched marks seen on the victim's neck. Also, the panties matched some found in the victim's lingerie drawer, which had been rifled through and left open. This was all the police needed to arrest the man. He surmised that the burglar must have hit the woman's home after burglarizing his. She must have come home and surprised him, leading to his killing her. Having seen the photos at the man's house, the killer framed the woman's perverted neighbor. It was the perfect crime. Just as with the previous evening Omar fondled the three servants while they pleasured him. It appeared to Barb that the servant's actions almost seemed predetermined. The night before, the girls had all worked on Omar's hard cock with their hands but they never performed oral sex on him. He also didn't have intercourse with them. This night, the girls did suck Omar's huge dick but there was still no intercourse. They finished Omar off, all three huddled around his pole, with each taking turns sucking until he shot his load into one of the servants' mouth. Omar then had the girl who had finished him off French kiss the other two to share his seed between them. Omar again seemed pleased with Barb's story. The descriptive sex scenes and plot twists showed she had really given the stories a lot of thought and was indeed giving her task the 100% he desired. He dismissed Barb and she stood up on shaky legs. Her body was wracked with pent-up sexual frustration. All the sex stories she worked on, her erotically charged baths and massages, and watching the three servant girls tending to Omar's sexual desires was driving Barb crazy. She shuffled back to her room with Shamsa and again drank a carafe of wine to help her get to sleep. She slipped on her nightgown and Shamsa again secured her to the bed. This time the wine was not having the desired effect. She was too sexually charged to sleep. Now she was not only horny, she was drunk and horny. She called Shamsa over to the bed and pleaded, "Shamsa, you've got to help me. Can you just undo one of the restraints so I can relieve myself. I need a release so badly I actually feel sick to my stomach. You can place the restraint back on after I'm done and I swear I won't tell a soul." Shamsa replied, "I am sorry but I cannot. It is the master's order that you be bound at night. To disobey him would be very bad." Barb became desperate, "Please, you've just got to help me. You've heard the stories I've been telling. They must have had some kind of an effect on you. Imagine those kinds of stories running through your head all day with no way to relieve the desire that builds up." "Your stories do fuel a fire inside me, but I am sorry, I cannot release you from your restraints," says Shamsa. Barb then went with what she thought was her trump card, "I'm begging you. I've seen the way you look at me when you're helping me change and when the servant girls come every day. You can watch me masturbate. You'd like that wouldn't you? I'm so horny that I won't be out of my restraints very long. Please…" she implored. Shamsa could see the pleading look in Barb's eyes and found it hard not to help relieve her suffering. She herself was still aroused from the story Barb had told earlier. Shamsa moved onto the bed and began to speak. "You are very observant," She said as she moved on top of Barb and straddled her hips. "I thought I was being discreet when I was stealing glances. There is something about your beautiful nude body that I found very appealing. Maybe it's your wonderfully large breasts," she continued as she ran her small hands over Barb's silk-covered mounds. Barb moaned audibly at Shamsa's touch and her nipples stiffened beneath the gown. "I must confess that my own desire was so great after hearing your story last night that I waited until you were asleep and I relieved my own passion while I watched you sleep. Perhaps I can help you without disobeying the master's order that you be bound at night." "Oh, yes…" muttered Barb as she enjoyed Shamsa's touch. Shamsa leaned down and kissed Barb's mouth tentatively, delicately. Barb opened her mouth slightly, inviting Shamsa's overture. The tips of their tongues brushed against each other lightly as they gingerly brought their lips together in soft kisses. Shamsa planted soft kisses on Barb's cheeks and neck, working her way down as she went. She gently kissed Barb's stiff nipples through her silky gown as she stroked the sides of her breasts. Shamsa would take a nipple between her lips and run them over Barb's stiff nub, occasionally flicking it with her tongue, then she would move to the other breast. She kissed her way down Barb's stomach to her aching pussy. Shamsa pushed the nightgown up as Barb raised her hips. She pushed it all the up to Barb's neck, uncovering her heaving breasts. Barb spread her legs and Shamsa moved between them, bringing her face down to Barb's soaking wet pussy. Barb began to squirm as Shamsa softly kissed her inner thighs and around her mound. She wanted to pull Shamsa's head down to her pussy and grind her face into it but her arms were restrained. Her passion had been building for days now and here was Shamsa teasing her further, driving her to the brink of insanity. "Oh yes, kiss me there," Barb pleaded. Shamsa moved her mouth to Barb's slit and kissed it lightly. She began teasing it with light strokes of her tongue. Barb could tell she was tentative. She appeared to be "testing the water" before jumping in. With each lap of her tongue Shamsa became bolder, and Barb became more enflamed. Shamsa covered Barb's engorged clit with her mouth and she cooed, "Oh…right there…," as Shamsa flicked it with her tongue. Omar sat in another room in the house watching a television monitor. He observed what was transpiring in Barb's room through the hidden camera at the top of the canopy at the foot of Barb's bed. Shamsa began to suck Barb's clit feverishly as she flicked it. She was getting as turned on as Barb was. She wanted to make Barb feel good. She also wanted to devour her pussy. Shamsa reached up and played with Barb's nipples as she continued eating her out. This sent Barb over the edge. She raised her hips as her orgasm built to a head. She cried out, "Oh God yes…eat my pussy…eat… meeeee…," as she came. Never in her life had sexual release felt this good. Shamsa had literally sucked out all of her built-up sexual frustration with her mouth. Barb collapsed back onto the bed panting, "Oh God, Shamsa, thank you. You have no idea how good that felt. Oh God…" Shamsa ran her tongue up and down Barb's slit a few more times, enjoying the taste and scent. She then sat up, her face glistening with Barb's juices, and she wiped her mouth. "I don't know how to thank you," said Barb, "If there's anything at all I can do for you let me know. Anything at all." "There is one thing you can do," replied Shamsa as she reached behind her back and undid her jeweled bikini top. "I am quite aroused myself. You could, how do you say, return the favor." With that Shamsa's top fell to the ground revealing her small, perfect breasts. Barb watched as Shamsa pushed her genie-like pants down and stepped out of them. She stared at Shamsa's naked body, focusing on her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. At that moment Barb thought Shamsa was even more beautiful than the three servant girls who tend to her daily bath and massage. Barb had never tasted another woman but she was looking forward to tasting Shamsa. Not because Shamsa had just eaten her pussy and she wanted to return the favor. Barb wanted to taste Shamsa out of pure desire for this beautiful brown-skinned girl. Shamsa moved up to the head of the bed and propped up Barb's head on her pillows. She then straddled Barb's face, placing her wet pussy over Barb's mouth. Barb stuck her tongue out and ran it between Shamsa's lips. She made circles around her clit each time her tongue reached it, then she moved back down. Shamsa began to move her hips back and forth as Barb went up and down along her hot slit. "Oh, yes…that feels so good," moaned Shamsa as she grabbed the back of Barb's head and ground her pussy into her face. Barb latched onto her clit and began sucking on it and flicking it with her tongue just as Shamsa had done for her. Shamsa bucked on Barb's face and cried out over and over until she came with a deep, throaty, "Oooooooohhh." Shamsa moved off of Barb and kissed her deeply, tasting her own juices on Barb's tongue. She then went to the bathroom and got a washcloth to clean Barb's face. When she returned to Barb she was asleep. Shamsa gently cleaned up Barb and pulled her nightgown back down. That night Barb, at last, slept well. The next morning Barb awakened feeling refreshed, having had her "needs" tended to the night before by Shamsa. Not long after Shamsa freed Barb from her restraints Omar stormed into the room and angrily began to shout, "You have disobeyed my orders! You have released your passion, therefore forfeiting your pay!" "How did you know," asked Barb. Omar does not mention the fact that there are cameras spread throughout Barb's room, he only states, "I know everything that goes on in my house! I hope you enjoyed yourself. That one night of passion just cost you one million dollars." Barb, realizing she may have just blown a million bucks, began to argue her case. "You said I could not relieve myself. I did not. I was restrained just as you ordered." "That is of no matter," replied Omar, "You violated the intent, the spirit of the order. It is the same thing. I will hear no more from you." Omar began to leave the room when Shamsa spoke. "Please master, it was my fault. If you are to punish someone let it be me." Omar stopped in his tracks and turned around. You could almost see the gears in his head moving from the look on his face. "So be it. You shall be punished in her place. There will be no story tonight. Shamsa, you will be punished and Barb, you shall be made to watch. If anything else like this happens, I will show no mercy. You will not be paid, no matter who pleads your case. To Be Continued... ShahraBarb's Arabian Nights Ch. 4 Barb felt terrible all day. Her imagination ran wild regarding what Omar was going to do to poor Shamsa. Worst-case scenarios kept coming to her mind. Death, dismemberment, whipping, you name it, she envisioned it. The day dragged on and on. Barb kept apologizing to Shamsa but Shamsa told Barb it was her own fault and she would suffer the consequences willingly. She did not appear to be overly concerned. Maybe she had seen the master punish a disobedient servant before and it left no lasting scars. Other than the anxiety of what was to come, everything went along just like the other days. Barb picked at her dinner as the day finally came to a close. It would not be long before the master's punishment would be meted out. When the time came, Barb and Shamsa were taken to Barb's room. Once there they found Omar, his two bodyguards, and the three servant girls waiting for them. Omar motioned for Shamsa and Barb to come over to the bed and began to speak. "Shamsa, since you were so willing to help relieve our guest sexually, you will be made to relieve each one of us." Like the parent who catches their child smoking and forces them to smoke the whole pack, it was a classic case of the punishment fitting the crime. The bodyguards removed Shamsa's clothes and assisted her onto the bed. Once there they applied the same restraints Barb would wear each night. Omar directed the servants and bodyguards to remove their clothes and situated everyone. He had one servant girl sit on Shamsa'a face and the bodyguards each moved beside her outstretched hands. One servant sucked Omar's growing rod as the third servant girl got Shamsa "ready" for Omar by burying her face in Shamsa's pussy. Shamsa took the bodyguards' dicks in her hands and stroked them to erection. There was just enough play in the restraints for Shamsa to work the shafts of the bodyguards' cocks. They began to thrust their hard memebers into her fists as she jerked them. Shamsa could see none of what was going on because her view was blocked by the servant girl she was being forced to give head to. All the while Barb was sitting in a chair near the bed, watching what was happening and feeling sorry for Shamsa. "That poor girl," thought Barb in the beginning. As she watched she began to wonder why Shamsa wasn't putting up much of a fight. Maybe she was resigned to her fate, but Barb felt she would struggle a bit if their places were switched. But as things progressed Barb Barb began to get aroused by what she was seeing. Once Omar thought Shamsa was "ready" he ordered the servant who was eating Shamsa's pussy away from her spot. He moved in and guided his cock down to Shamsa's wet hole. He rubbed the huge head of his dick up and down Shamsa's slit and began pushing inside her. He drove inside her repeatedly, picking up pace with each thrust. Barb began shifting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she watched the action unfold. She found herself wishing it was her that was being, "punished." As she watched Omar's cock disappear into Shamsa she imagined herself taking his monster cock while she ate that beautiful servant's pussy. And oh, those bodyguards. Her hands wrapped around those hulking men's throbbing dicks. Barb was so busy working on the fantasy in her head she almost wasn't paying attention to what was happening on the bed. The servant girl Shamsa was eating out came with quiet whimpers as she rode Shamsa's mouth. Once the servant girl moved off, the bodyguards moved closer and stuck their dicks in Shamsa's face. She alternated sucking each of their cocks as Omar continued to slowly fuck her. The bodyguards then moved away and Shamsa went back to jerking their cocks as the second of the three servant girls placed her pussy over Shamsa's mouth. Omar pulled Shamsa's legs to his chest and he began driving his cock into her harder and harder until her released his seed inside her warm hole. He pistoned his dick in and out until he was spent and he moved away. Barb watched his glistening pole sway as he stepped away. The third servant girl played with her clit as she watched Shamsa eat out the second. One of the bodyguards moved down between Shamsa's legs and slid his cock inside her stretched slit. He fucked her and watched Shamsa jerk his partner while the second servant girl came. The third servant took her place and the bodyguards began taking turns pounding their meat into Shamsa's pussy. Having been working herself prior to sitting on Shamsa's face, the third servant girl came quickly as Shamsa worked her tongue over her clit. Omar stepped in and whispered into the bodyguards' ears. He then undid Shamsa's restraints and had her move off the bed. One bodyguard took her place, lying down on his back with his rod sticking straight up, as Omar told Shamsa to "have a seat." She moved onto the bed and slid down onto the bodyguard's dick. The second bodyguard then moved in behind Shamsa and moistened his finger with saliva. He ran his saliva over Shamsa's other hole, readying it for what was to come. He slipped one finger inside her ass and moved in for the kill. A little saliva spread on the head of his cock and he pushes it into Shamsa's ass slowly. He begins pumping in and out of her ass as she rides the other bodyguard. The bodyguard fucking Shamsa's ass couldn't last as his cock was sliding in and out of her tight hole and he shot his cum into her. When he was done he moved away and Shamsa rode the other bodyguard for all she was worth. He drove into her as she bounced up and down until he felt his passion build to orgasm. He held Shamsa down on his cock as he shot jets of cum deep inside her. Barb was thoroughly turned on by this all and she knew she would be able to come up with a story with no trouble. Her arousal level was back higher than it was before her evening with Shamsa. Omar sent Shamsa away to clean herself up, saying, "I hope you have learned your lesson." He had one of the three servant girls stay with Barb as the rest of them left the room. Barb jotted down some story ideas for a bit then retired to bed. She was placed in her restraints and Shamsa returned to watch over her. The next day came and Barb felt extra pressure as she worked on her story. She felt that this story was a "million dollar story." In reality it was just a $333,333 story. No one story was worth more than another. She was commisioned to come up with three stories and she was now heading down the homestretch. Another ususal day followed and night came. She again put on the very sheer, sexy nightie that was left for her to wear and she was led to the story room. One more story, one million dollars. Barb thought to herself, "Here goes nothing." TO BE CONTINUED