Captain Peter Carr looked at the woman he had just magnificently fucked, he cherished her and their relationship was an item now, they really had to stop the secret rendezvous in his office on the make believe that she it getting another telling off from her commanding officer.
She looked well happy, her eyes still glazed and looking stunning and as beautiful as ever, Pete wanted her again and again: "I tell you what. let's do it just once more huh baby?" he asked taking a good hold of his cock again, but Private Fran Taylor deciding to clutch it and move his hand to her still very wet and well fucked pussy instead, and partake in another deep mouthful of a brand new erection she hadn't accounted for, but then feeling it grow as she thoroughly sucked and teased, cradling his balls to feel they were firm and he still had lots of cream for her, sucking and sucking until he told her he just had to have her there and then, this time bent well over the edge of the desk so he could have the best of both worlds -so she was soon feeling his very deep penetration in pussy and ass and wow! how she moved with him as he gave both such a good thrusting of pure unadulterated prime cock.
It was good; it was stimulating and forever fresh. Heaven forbid she next day he got an alert from Chief HQ that Private Taylor, along with her squad, were ordered to do a stint of night manoeuvres in Istanbul for a whole week, but more annoying he would not be going with them, which meant he would be deprived of his wonderful times with Fran.
"You take care" he said as she boarded an outgoing aircraft taking a peak up her skirt as she went up the stairway and suddenly realising what he was going to miss for a whole week.
"It is just a week Pete" she'd said earlier and anyway, I shall be sending you messages as we are not allowed to phone.
"Shall miss your voice though darling1"
"That all?" she had that mischievous grin on her face and he slapped her on her beautifully formed hind.
They both knew very well what they would be missing but as Fran said, how wonderful it would be when she returned!
Next day Fran had arrived with the squadron and prepared for the first night of manoeuvres, it was for training purposes only but a strict regime had to be adhered to as if it was for real.
A few of the local Istanbul army were joining them but little could Fran know that one of then was a representative for the Shah of Persia who, although he lost his title some years ago, aimed to re-establish it, and in so doing had a brand new palace built in the Capital.
The Shah of course wanted to re-establish his harem which was considered to be standard for a man in his position and calibre so it was imminent that Fran with the absolutely stunning figure would be attributed to be well appreciated by the Shah, and his representative knew full well his tastes and, eyeballing Fran, she immediately fitted into the category.
So the only manoeuvre for Fran that night was to experience being blanketed by a large sack and bundled into an awaiting helicopter to fly her to the Palace.
She kicked and carried on but her kidnappers were well prepared and told her that it would be in her best interest to behave and accept her lot, that she should be well privileged because she had been chosen to be one of the Shah's Harem, a position to be cherished and she must be prepared for a quick crash course of training, not on how to fight battles, but how to please the Shah in all ways.
"What does that imply? I am already with another guy and do not qualify surely?"
Her captors laughed and said this honour cancels all other close commitments, that she should be delighted to be one of the Shah's seven, that she would be well prepared, well rewarded financially and other.
"Which of the seven shall I be?" she asked nervously realising she was in a catch 22 situation and needed to play her cards right if she was going to escape. At least she still had her mobile phone which she had hidden in her bra but she needed to be careful. She managed to send a text to Pete saying she was closely being watched but would try and tell more later, for now she had been transported to a secret place where she was to be versed in the art of being all for the great King .
"You will be Sunday" she was told.
"Sunday; how do you mean!?"
Our King has a daily serving (and nightly too) of one per day except Saturdays when he has two, so he will have you next Sunday/
"In four days' time, Huh?"
"Yes, so we must make all haste and our well trained beautician and dresser will attend to you and your every need, you shall be treated like a princess as will be the others."
Fran kind of thought that maybe a lot of girls would jump at the chance she had seen pictures of the Shah they called King and he was very handsome and desirable, but he could never match Pete and she had decided long past that the only guy she wanted to serve for every day of the week was Pete.
The next two days she was trained in all ways how to be right for the Shah, even to how she must talk to him, how she must dress and how she must be in bed, remembering she was there to serve his every need and apparently the Shah had quite a few!
"Pete, you have two days to rescue me before I go under the chopper, I am in the Shah's Palace now " Fran told Pete on text.
"Under the chopper, you mean they are going to kill you?" Pete returned.
It was typical of Fran to joke even at times like this, "I meant he would bed me on Sunday!"
