Sheik Mohammed Aksam Al Sabid was the eldest son of the Old Great Sheik Mohammed Akmon who had long since passed over to Allah.
Mohammed Aksam the eldest was 35 years old with a commanding presence. He was 6 feet 2 inches tall with a golden bronzed body very common in Saudi Arabia.
He always wore a gold earring in his ear as he had crossed the equator and it was a tradition. His brown hair flowed just below his shoulders and he had a small trimmed goatee. He loathed all other facial hair.
As the eldest son of the Great Sheik he had inherited much. He inherited vast wealth and lands. He inherited the problems of his people as he was judge and mediator amongst them.
He watched over and cared for his aging mother, fifteen brothers and his many insignificant sisters.
He had married young. Yasmeen was a sultry Arabian beauty with dark eyes, long black hair and a lithe body. She was the color of honey and oozed sexuality. She was the sheik’s toy and at his very beck and call. She was eager in bed both to please him and to keep him. But though he slept with her often, Yasmeen had only born him two children – and they were worthless daughters at that.
Monhammed was a great sheik. He was revered and respected for his wisdom and his wise counsel.
But nothing impressed the Arabian men more than the Sheik’s harem. Filled with exotic women for his part of the world, there were close to 27 women. He had numerous slim women from Arabia as well as dark exotic Ethiopian women with large nipples and hairy snatches, Iranian, Iraqi, Egyptian, Afghan and a West African woman filled his harem.
Though Yasmeen was a jealous cat – she knew he never slept with his whores more than once a night and he took extensive precautions. His harem women were never impregnated and Yasmeen alone was the only woman who had the pleasure of growing large with his seed.
Though the harem was a respected and well-known institution, Yasmeen treated the women as common whores and hated them all.
Mohammed had long since heard of the fair women who graced the lands of Saxony and Brittany. He heard tales of their sun-kissed hair, ocean blue eyes and skin as cool as marble. He became obsessed. He had already commissioned his mercenaries in the Arabian Sea to attack the first merchant ship en route to England and bring him one such beauty. The year was 1753.
The Britannia sailed from Morocco en route to England and Katharine breathed in the sea air. Her maid and constant companion – Aileen – pulled her back from the ship’s railing.
“Milady, tis time to come below. The winds are up and the shore is fading besides.”
Katharine threw her golden hair back as she shrugged off Aileen’s grasp.
“Not yet, please. Tis the last land we see for ages.” Her eyes greedily ate up the last land she would see for weeks.
Lady Katharine Fairfax was a slim blonde woman at 5 feet 7 inches tall. Her long blonde hair fell down her back and her blue eyes rivaled the sky’s above. She had high breasts and slim hips and at 18 was quite a beauty – and a handful.
Her father could not control her. Lord Fairfax had coddled and spoiled his baby girl from infancy while her brothers and sisters had been married off and settled. When she had reached 17 and was to marry – she had refused.
Her will was strong and iron-like and she never bent. She was beautiful in the extreme but also intelligent, unusual for her time. But the men of her station knew of her reputation and avoided her.
The Earl of Benton who had watched Katharine grow into a great beauty had offered her his name and marriage. At 57 years old, Benton was not offering much. He was 5 feet 3 with a large belly, no hair and yellow teeth from an addiction to tobacco. In Katharine’s eyes, his enormous wealth mattered not at all.
Lady Kat as the servant’s called her had laughed in Benton’s face and her father in a rage had sent her away.
Katharine sighed deeply and followed Aileen below deck.
Mohammed laced his hands behind his head as Nahweh the West African girl’s mouth descended upon his hard cock. She bobbed up and down and he watched fascinated as her dark lips encircled his cock. His hips thrust forward and the young girl gagged slightly and continued. He was about to climax when Yasmeen walked into the bedroom.
“Be gone, whore.” She slapped the girl’s dark ass and Nahweh lept from the bed and out the door.
Mohammed watched his wife as she circled the bed. He knew she sometimes beat the harem women but she never scarred them and she was the wife.
“Careful, wife.” He told her, remaining where he had been with his cock still hard and the girl’s spit still on it.
“You should join your harem, whore.” Yasmeen told Mohammed harshly.
He enjoyed her spirit, but she always needed reminding of her place.
“If you deprive me of my sport, than you must replace her.” He informed her pulling her down upon the bed and thrusting his cock inside her pussy. He came quickly and left her unsated and alone.
Katharine sighed happily as Aileen brushed her long, golden hair. It shimmered in the candlelight and Aileen told her, “Tis so lovely.”
Katharine agreed, “Yes, my favorite feature.”
Aileen rolled her eyes. Pompous bitch! She thought.
Katharine’s high breasts thrust out proudly as she arched her back.
“Enough.” She told Aileen.
