How to begin. She was bought as a slave by the young Prince, the Sheik's oldest son. She was young, only 19, and a virgin who had been kidnapped for the white slave trade. Deep green eyes, dark brown hair with some red and blond streaks, and creamy fair skin, she was a beauty to behold. Her owner had intended to use her for his most high profile customers, however, the first one to see her was the Prince.
Dark skin, jet black hair and melt-your-heart-chocolate brown eyes, the Prince was perfect. One look at the girl, and he bought her, took her home, and, gaining approval of his parents, married her and made her his first wife. He was 21.
The beloved Princess blessed the Prince with children, males and females. Two strong boys and two identical little girls. She was the Prince's only wife for many years. When the Sheik died suddenly, the Prince had to step up to his newly acquired responsibilities. His wife helped him as she could. However, as Sheik, he was to have many wives. She helped to choose his wives from the "gifts" he was given. Young, strong and of good heart, they must be virgins and fertile. Once chosen and cleaned, she told them exactly how to please the Sheik. The harem was in her charge. She had her own wing in the palace as the Sheik's favorite wife, the Sheikha.
Our story begins when the Sheik realises he is so busy trying to run his country and produce more heirs from his many wives, that he has neglected his favorite. Asking her forgiveness, he grants her with a slave of her choosing. Upon hearing this, she finds one she wants, reports to her husband and the purchase is made. The ride home is difficult.
"Rhian, you understand why I did this?" asks Salome of her slave.
"No! Salome! How could you just buy me!?" argues Rhian.
"Rhian," she cried, "that man was going to turn you into his slave. You are my childhood friend, I couldn't let that happen."
"Salome, I WORK here!"
"Rhian, he would have worked you! And not the way you think. I was once his remember?!"
Rhian steamed, but there was little he could do. He now belonged to the Sheik's favorite wife, the Sheikha, as her personal servant. And yes, childhood friend.
On their return to the palace, Salome dismissed her personal bathers, insisting on bathing Rhian herself. While undressing him, she explained the situation to him.
"Rhian," she said as she removed his shirt, "my husband has granted me his permission to have a slave of sorts. A sex slave. And I have chosen you."
Rhian looks about to explode. Salome places her finger to his mouth, "hear me out, please," she begs. Rhian stops, nods his head yes. As Salome removes the rest of Rihan's clothing, she explains.
"I overheard some of the wives discussing you one day. That you were in the same brothel I was kidnapped by, I knew I had to get you out of there. I had no idea Ali, my husband, was planning on buying me a sex slave. He presented me with the perfect escape for you."
Rhian eases into the warm bath...which is about as big as a small pool! There are scented oils Salome has on a tray. After choosing one, she pours the bottle into the pool.
"Rhian, watch me," Salome asks softly. She slowly slides her robe from her body. As it falls, her nakedness is revealed to Rhian. Her breasts, full and firm, are so creamy, with light pink nipples, pert and growing hard from the light breeze. Rhian's gaze slowly glides down to Salome's belly, smooth and firm but for a few faint stretchmarks from the children. Farther down, he spies her smooth skinned thighs, surrounding a small patch of short brown hair. He feels himself harden in anticipation.
Salome steps into the pool on the other end and glides over to Rhian. "Rhian," she says, "you must understand, I bought you to save you. But there is more. Ali granted me with you on the condition I would agree to have no more children. You are mine, and you will not be given the chance or the choice of buying your freedom in the future. Can you understand?"
Rhian nods his head. "So basically I'm yours til one of us dies, like marriage, right," he says sarcastically.
Bowing her head so he won't see her eyes, Salome answers quietly, "Yes."
Rhian goes to her, tips her head up, "Tell me why," he asks so sweetly, so sadly. As tears fall, Salome tells Rhian of Ali's new responsibilities as the Sheik. How she is his favorite, his Sheikha, but as she has done her duty and provided him with heirs, he must now focus on the other wives, and on his duties.
"Rhian, I am treated with the most special attention," she tells him. "I will do what it takes to please my husband, I love him. But I have needs as well. That is why he granted me with you. Please understand. I am his wife, he can use me at will, and I would go willing. But he has no use for me."
"Salome," Rhian says huskily, feeling aroused and engorged, "did you choose me to save me, or because you want me?"
Salome looks into Rhian's eyes. "Both, but mostly for me, for my wants, for my needs. Does that bother you?"
Rhian, fully erect, takes one of Salome's hands and, his eyes never leaving hers, guides it to his manhood. Gasping in shock, Salome tries to pull away. Rhian won't let go. "Salome, bathe me, please. Cleanse me for you, so I may please you."
Salome looks at Rhian, feeling dazed she reaches for the cloth to rub him down. As Rhian sits on the built in seat, Salome stands between his legs and slowly begins to wash his neck. As she washes him, Rhian places his hands on her hips. He slides his hands over her tight, round ass. Salome has reaches Rhian's chest, and as she rubs over his nipples, he moans in pleasure. Leaning forward, he grabs her nipple in his mouth, making Salome moan and forget to wash him.
Rhian stands, a full 6'2," so Salome can wash below his belly. The Sheikha just gazes at him. Tall, dark skinned, dark hair and golden-brown eyes. Salome glances at Rhian's erection. Then Salome reaches for something in a bottle, a cream, pours it into her hand and begins to rub Rhian's erection. Eyes closed, he moans, and Salome licks one of his nipples. His eyes pop open. Rhian places his hands on Salome's breasts and rubs her nipples between his fingers. Salome moans softly. Continuing her ministrations to Rhian's very well endowed manhood, she feels him begin to pulse. She slowly slides a hand over his sack, causing a hiss of air to be sucked in by Rhian, who is losing control. Slowly massaging Rhian's balls in one hand, and pumping his 11 inch cock with her other, Salome feels Rhian's pleasure mount and an orgasm begin.
"Salome, we're going to dirty the water in this big tub if you don't stop," Rhian groans through gritted teeth.
Salome just grins, slows to a stop, and begins to wash Rhians ass. As her fingers rub the sensitive opening, Rhian groans audibly. "Salome, my turn."
Rhian takes some of the cream and rubs Salome's breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples until she is pumping her hips in the water. Sliding his hand down to her pussy, Rhian slips a finger between her lips and rubs her clit as his other hand plays mercilessly with her nipple. Salome moans, "Rhian, please, I can't take much more." Rhian slides his hand off Salome's breast and down to her ass. As he fingers her tiny little opening, Salome groans louder, "Please Rhian!"
