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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Arabian Nights 17 {S Gray} (MF reluc preg)
Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2003 23:10:04 -0500
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Chapter Seventeen:  Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves - Part Three

 When Morgiana awoke the next morning, she felt dazed and groggy.  It was
the sort of feeling she might have expected to have if there had been too
much wine the night before.  But she had emptied only one glass, and she did
not understand why she felt so strange.  Perhaps it was the trauma of the
past few days, a result of having been kidnapped from her home and
imprisoned within the magical cave.

 With a miserable sigh, she forced herself to get out of bed.  From the wide
assortment of fancy clothes in the spacious closets, she selected a red
satin robe to wear.  It was a bit long for her, but the smooth material felt
good against her skin.  She glanced in the mirror and frowned at the dark
tangles of hair that spilled down onto her shoulders.  "Oh, it does not
matter," she said.  "I need something to eat.  Perhaps some food will help
me feel better."

 She did not see any servants as she made her way down the staircase, nor
was anyone in the dining hall.  The kitchen was likewise empty, so she
helped herself to some fruit and bread.  It was strange that the house was
so quiet - but then, it was still very early in the morning.

 On the way back to her room, she heard noises coming from the end of the
hallway.  At first, it sounded like some of the servants carrying on - but
as she listened, she realized that it was more than simple merriment.
Somebody down there was having sex.

 It probably would have been better if she simply returned to her room, but
her curiosity got the better of her.  Though she was almost twenty years
old, she been with a man only once - a handsome slave that her father had
promptly banished when he found the two of them together.  But she thought
about it almost every day, how it felt to have that man's mouth kissing her
body.  And when she saw the thick, hard erection dangling between his legs,
she could not get enough of it!  She spent the rest of that wonderful
afternoon moaning in pleasure as his firm flesh slid in and out of her ripe
vagina, transforming her from girl to woman.

 And now she was hearing those moans again, the sounds that a woman would
make if someone was paying homage to her pussy.  As she moved closer, she
could also hear an occasional deep grunt - no doubt made by a man exerting
his power to please.  She could almost picture him:  his strong, muscular
body leaning over hers, his firm buttocks steadily rising and falling as he
worked his thick organ in and out of her gooey cunt.  The image stayed with
young Morgiana, and the more she listened to those moans and whimpers, the
more excited she became.  Soon she began to feel her own juices seeping
through her groin, and her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the
door at the end of the hallway.

 Turning the doorknob ever so slowly, she held her breath and gently began
to nudge the door open.  The sounds of sex suddenly became clearer, no
longer muffled within a closed room.  She could now hear every gasp of
excitement, every groan of delight.  She could even hear the sound - the
deliciously erotic sound of a cock plunging in and out of the woman's pussy.
And a very wet pussy it was, judging by the slick rhythm that grew steadily
faster as she listened.  A man's dick would have no trouble sliding in and
out of such a well-lubricated snatch.  Morgiana instinctively lowered her
hand and pressed it against her crotch, as if to staunch the flow of her own
pussy cream.  But her hand betrayed her, and before she knew it, she was
rubbing red satin against her groin.

 She could not help herself.  She had to get a look at these two lovers; she
had to see what they were doing to each other.  With one hand clutching her
crotch, she gingerly pushed the door further open and peeked inside.

 It was Ali Baba, of course.  She would have been surprised, had she not
seen the way that Melina had been watching him the night before.  From her
hungry expression, it was clear that Melina wanted him to love her - and now
he was doing it.  With lustful concentration, he shoved his meaty cock
between her wide-open legs, again and again and again.  She mewed like a cat
in heat as he relentlessly fucked her, plowing his rigid organ deep into her
steamy twat.

 How Morgiana wished that she could be the one lying on that bed with her
robe spread open, her legs spread open, moaning with delirious joy as he
worked that firm penis into her tight little pussy.  Her hand moved inside
her robe, and she began rubbing her pussy directly, her breath coming faster
now as dewdrops of lust oozed from her hungry snatch.  She stood by the
half-open door and watched as Ali Baba's cock sank into the moaning woman
beneath him.  The harder he fucked her, the harder Morgiana stroked herself.
She could feel her knees getting weaker.

 And then Melina came.  With a ragged moan, the blonde woman twisted on the
bed, clawing at the sheets as her pussy pumped hot cream onto the thick cock
that kept invading her.  When her ecstasy finally subsided, she lay on the
bed with her head turned to the side.  It was then that she saw Morgiana,
lurking in the doorway.  Her lips curled upward in a cruel smile of triumph,
as if to say, "Ali Baba belongs to me now."

 Morgiana fled to her room.  She was angry at Melina for having stolen Ali
Baba from her, and she was equally angry with Ali Baba for failing to resist
Melina's charms.  With a scowl, she entered her bedroom and slammed the door
shut - scaring the wits out of a young male slave who had been tidying her
bed.  He whirled around and stammered an apology, even though he had done
nothing wrong.  He kept glancing at her disheveled robe, and she realized
that the flimsy garment was hanging partly open, revealing more of her flesh
than she should have.

 The slave made his way toward the door, but she moved in front of it and
blocked his escape.  Her hands reached up and slowly pulled the robe away
from her shoulders.  The slave's eyes widened as her breasts came into view,
their tiny pink nipples poking out toward him.  He gazed at those sweet tits
with obvious desire, but shook his head and took a step back - no doubt
worried about what would happen to him if he was caught here with the
half-naked daughter of a nobleman.  Morgiana smiled as she untied the sash
around her waist.  To compensate for the fear of being executed, she would
have to offer him something very tempting.  She allowed her robe to slide to
the floor, and her smile widened when she saw that the young man could not
take his eyes off of her.  He just stood there, gawking at her naked female
body in silent fascination, while a noticeable bulge began to appear in his
pants.

 It was not long before he had her pinned against the door, greedily sucking
her tits and groping between her legs.  She panted with excitement as he
fondled her crotch and began to rub his fingers against her groin.  While he
licked and kissed her succulent nipples, her pussy kept getting hotter and
hotter as a result of his teasing and tickling fingers.  His mouth finally
left her wet breast and placed a trail of sensuous kisses all the way down
her smooth belly.  When she felt the first lick of his tongue against her
pussy, she gasped and accidentally banged her head against the door behind
her.  His hands were on her thighs now, stroking up and down her legs as he
began to eat her.  His tongue just kept licking and swirling against her
swollen labia, and pretty soon she was moaning in heat.  She placed both her
hands on the head between her thighs, pressing his face against her dripping
twat as he continued to feast upon her sex.

 Her thoughts grew more and more incoherent as the pleasure from her groin
began to spread upward through her body, like a fever of lust that was
slowly consuming her.  The more he licked her, the hotter she became.  She
leaned back against the door and tried to stifle her groans of pleasure, in
case anyone passed by in the hallway outside.  She felt as though she had a
parasite attached to her crotch - a huge, wonderful parasite with a tongue
that kept wiggling delightfully against her sweaty labia.  She gasped as it
flicked against her clitoris, briefly tickling her most sensitive spot
before returning to a lazy slide up and down her swollen sex crevice.  He
kept doing that to her - taking occasional stabs at her clit, driving her
closer to the edge...and then retreating.  She could not take very much more
of this, and he knew it.    His attacks on her clit grew more and more
frequent, and she could feel her orgasm boiling up inside her.  Her moans
were getting louder, but she no longer cared if anyone heard them.

 Then came the final attack.  His mouth latched onto the top of her pussy
cave, and he began to suck on her clit.  Her legs trembled, and she groaned
desperately as his tongue worked her into a sexual frenzy.  He just kept
sucking her and licking her until she could not stand it anymore.  Her eyes
closed, her mouth opened wide, and she let out a long, loud groan that
anyone in the house might have heard.  She kept on groaning as her body
convulsed, her pussy spewing hot cum onto the face of her young lover.  He
just kept eating her, making her come, and come, and come.

 She was still delirious when he carried her to the bed.  She was vaguely
aware that he was taking off his clothes now, and her pussy throbbed at the
thought of what was about to happen.  Then he was crawling on top of her,
his thick erection dangling against her naked thighs as he moved over her
like a predator.  She felt that erection nudging against her wet labia, and
she eagerly spread her legs to allow him inside.

 His tongue had been nice, but his cock was nothing short of magical!  She
moaned softly as she felt its hard flesh squirming inside her, rubbing
deliciously against her vaginal walls.  He began to fuck her, easing his
firm dick in and out of her slippery cunt with a smooth, tantalizing rhythm
that grew faster and faster with every passing moment.  She closed her eyes
and tried to imagine that it was Ali Baba on top of her, thrusting his love
tool into her gooey twat.  She whimpered and moaned as the thick cock filled
her pussy, again, again, again.  The noise of their lovemaking filled the
bedchamber, and she could hear every wet slurp of his penis as it bathed in
her copious sex juice.

 But then she realized what would happen if he kept this up.  His dick would
squirt impregnating fluid into her womb, and she might very well wind up
with a baby in her belly.  Now, part of her did not care; part of her just
wanted to feel that magnificent cock sliding in and out of her itchy vagina,
drilling her over and over until her mind exploded with pleasure.  But she
did not want to be pregnant, so she reluctantly asked the slave to stop
fucking her.

 But he did not stop.  His thick cock just kept sinking into her fertile
groin, making her moan with agonized pleasure.  She tried to push him away,
but he only pinned her arms to the bed while his hips kept rocking back and
forth, sending that wonderful penis deep inside her quivering pussy.  She
began to threaten him; between whimpers and gasps, she told him that she
would have him executed if he did not stop what he was doing to her.  But
his lust seemed to have conquered any fear he might have had, and he
continued to fuck her with deep, swift strokes that made her groan and
writhe.  Finally, she murmured desperately pleas for him to remove his cock
from her groin, all to no avail.  It was clear to her that he was not going
to stop screwing her until he bathed her womb with his sperm.  He was not a
slave anymore; here, in this bed, he had become the master of her sex, and
she was powerless to stop him.  The more she pleaded, the harder he fucked
her - and the harder he fucked her, the less she wanted him to stop.  With
every plunge of his massive cock into her sopping wet cunt, she felt herself
giving way to him.

 The bed shook with the force of his thrusts.  She turned her head from side
to side and moaned continuously as he pounded her helpless pussy.  Her pleas
for mercy gradually subsided, to be replaced by lusty cries of
encouragement.  She could no longer help herself - his cock felt too good.
She panted and whimpered as he repeatedly shoved his rigid sex meat into her
groin, squirming it deep inside her wet sex, over and over again.  She
begged for him to keep doing that to her, to keep filling her gooey cunt
with his wonderful dick.  She even begged for him to squirt his juice inside
her, knowing full well that it might lead to her impregnation.  She did not
care anymore; all she cared about was that cock.  She eagerly bucked her
hips every time his swollen penis invaded her, moaning loudly as her body
and mind succumbed to the irresistible pleasure of wet pussy friction.

 She knew she was in trouble when the slave suddenly grabbed her waist and
savagely grunted as his engorged cock slid all the way inside her.  She
could feel his penis throb as it began to deliver its creamy load into her
belly.  All she could do was lay there and moan as his cock rubbed inside
her vagina, pumping her full of hot male spunk.  It was too much for poor
Morgiana to bear, and she was soon groaning deliriously as her own groin
erupted with cum.  While the slave fucked her into possible pregnancy, she
fingered her clit and moaned as the ecstasy consumed her.

 As she slowly recovered from her orgasm, she became dimly aware that the
door to her room was slightly ajar.  Had somebody been watching her, as she
had watched Melina?  She began to worry, but the slave's mouth had returned
to her crotch, and his tongue soon made her forget about everything else.

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 Melina listened at the door and smiled as she heard Morgiana start to moan
again.  Of all her slaves, Ramos was the most skilled in the art of
seduction.  He would keep the young princess busy all morning, pouring
enough sperm in her womb to plant a whole crop of children.  There was very
little chance that she would escape from that bedroom without a new life
growing inside her young belly.

 And that would be the end of Morgiana.  She would be sent home to her
father in disgrace, and Ali Baba would belong to Melina alone.  With a cruel
smile, she sauntered back toward the room where Ali Baba lay resting.  It
was time to do some more baby-making of her own.


to be continued...


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