BEE-6951B Lovers At Play by Atza Nice


Chapter 1


Sheik Abdullah tilted back in the big leather chair in his Houston 
hotel room, watching the voluptuous young salesgirl, Dawn Peters, lean 
forward across the coffee table to show him another one of the new fall 
negligees. Her long beautiful legs were crossed and angled to the side. 
He let his eyes surreptitiously slide down their silken length when his 
third wife, Saraifa, turned to the long racks of sensuously colored 
negligees. Dawn lifted her arms toward the rack, and Sheik Abdullah 
felt his whole gut tighten at the hugely billowing mounds of her tits 
under the light cotton dress. What the hell was he sitting here arguing 
with the beautiful salesgirl for? He didn't give a damn right now 
whether or not his wives wore pink or blue in bed, or if they ever got 
their cursed negligees. To hell with them. This salesgirl was made for 
fucking, and fucking only. He should know; he had enough wives!

"You see, Sheik, beige is the 'in' color for negligees this year, and 
though it is a lovely shade, I think a woman feels more ... sensuous in 
the other colors." Her blue eyes were earnest and sincere, so beautiful 
in their fringe of startling long lashes that a man could agree to 
almost anything just from looking into them. Sheik Abdullah took in her 
silky auburn hair tied loosely back in a ponytail, a severe hairdo 
except for the soft bangs that curled over her high smooth forehead. A 
man could also imagine what that hair would be like flung out on a 
pillow. The thick cream color of her skin set off those blue eyes and 
auburn hair. He looked at every bit of that skin that was visible, from 
her beautiful face with its straight aquiline nose and small determined 
chin, long delicate throat, graceful hands, then back to the throat and 
the creamy "vee" where her neckline cut off the view. But it didn't 
take much imagination to know that the rest of the skin on her long 
slender body was just as white and silky.

"You mentioned that you wanted to buy a number of articles from the 
store, so I've brought you a catalogue of the quality items that we 
sell." Dawn tugged her briefcase from the inside arm of her chair.

The Sheik's wife, Saraifa, had had about all she could take. Her 
husband had been undressing the voluptuous salesgirl with his eyes ever 
since she had come into the hotel room. The Great Sheik of Rhadd with 
all of his wives and mistresses! Her husband always thought first of 
the cunt in a woman and then maybe if she was good at fucking, he 
thought of the woman herself. Easy, she cautioned herself, jealousy is 
not good. The beautiful salesgirl was making a bad job of selling her 
items. She, Saraifa, could make her do worse, but this time she would 
help the pretty cunt.

"Husband," Saraifa spoke up, taking a chair by the rack. Her husband 
permitted her to smoke, so she lit a cigarette. "Husband, if I may 
speak a moment, I think the girl's right. I think the colors should be 
more sensuous than beige."


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