Stuck With The Prince

chapter Two

Well, it’s dinner time. The maids painted my finger nails and toe nails black and I am dressed in peach Indian sari. Yes, I love to try different countries’ dressing so that I won’t find it surprising or hard to adapt and dress like them when I travel to such countries. My black shining nails matched my outfit that it tone down my makeup and my body ornaments. I didn’t just only wear an Indian cloth, I apply the red dot they use at the middle of their forehead on my forehead. I use their type of earrings, waist bead, bracelets, bangles and other ornaments on my beautiful, light skinned, not to chubby sexy body. I would have used nose chain but didn’t because it’s late already and I won’t be able to eat well. Besides, I don’t want to overdress. Tonight, I didn’t look like an Egyptian queen rather I look like an Indian young lady who is getting married tomorrow. As the maids were adjusting the lace at my back, the creak my room door made and footsteps we heard halt our gigglings and we all turned back to see who it is. As we all turned back to see who it is, it turned out to be…….

“Oh, Namaste darling, have I kept your belly waiting?” I asked sarcastically and smiling as I greeted him like an Indian.

“Oh, not at all. I could watch you dress up forever, my Baast” he said with a husky voice.

Baast is a goddess of love and war, I think. Why would he compare me to Baast? Am I that beautiful to him because Baast is a goddess of love so definitely she must be beautiful. I mean an ugly goddess can’t be loving, that will be so ironical. I thought as I smiled as his complement.

He starts walking close to me and as I see this, I ordered the maids to leave the room.

“Excuse us”, I said to them and they left with no further ado as they bow leaving the Pharaoh and me alone in the big room.

“Come help me with the adjustment” I said to him as I tried to do it myself but my hands couldn’t reach it. He walked up behind me counting his footsteps, pulled the lace tight but that wasn’t the only thing he pulled tight. He pulled me tight also. He pulled me close to me and as he did, his broad hands narrowed its way to my thighs and soon, I could feel him in between. I made a soft moan as he kissed my ear, kissed my neck and finally kissed my lips by navigating my head to the back with one of his broad hands. Oh, what a nice appetizer before dinner, I thought to myself. I need to have more of this. I turned my back to the standing mirror thereby making me stand face to face with him. He is dressed in black kaftan with his name customized on the kaftan in golden Arabic. He wear a golden scarf to complement it and a black fluffy half shoe made out of horse tail and dried camel skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he holds me closer to his bosom as he grabbed my big butt and as he did, I felt something hard, something strong, something I must get a taste of, something I need to ride till it get tired.

For easy closure of our lips, he carried me making me support myself with his thighs upward and my two legs beside his two rib cages- his left and right rib cage because he is slightly taller than me. “You are very strong, my Pharaoh” I said as he carried me and kissed my neck.

“Let me show you how strong I am” he replied as he makes his way to the well laid bed.

He lay my back on the bed first and he, on top. With his body in the mood, he hold my two hands above my head and give me an intense French kiss that made me breathless. He move to my bust and loosen the lace that was holding he dress firm on my body. As he loosen the lace, my top fell off exposing my bust to direct grappling of my n*****s by his broad hands. As he grabbed it, he made it wet and hard with his tongue. “Oh, he has awoken the sleeping dragon and the dragon is about to spill fire” I thought as he continued sucking my n****e hard and I moan as he did this. But the fire my dragon is about to spill is not a destructive one but a seductive one and a love intense fire.

Few seconds after he’s done sucking my n*****s, I rolled on top of him, took off his kaftan and get myself busy with his brown n*****s- I mean two can play the game. I sucked his n*****s so hard I made his veins shooting out. He give a soft moan as he utter “suck my…suck my, my, suc…k”. Before he could finish the statement, I moved down to his lower part, to where his length is located. It was as if I knew what he was going to say. I reached for the hems of his pants and took it off. I grab his erected length and dip it into my mouth. As I took the first dip, I felt uneasy, I want more, I want more of this. This was all I was thinking.” Damn, I’ve never felt this way. It was as if this would be the first time I see his nakedness. I didn’t feel this way even on our wedding night. Having an uncontrollable urge, I forget about the dinner, about Kate, about….everything. Don’t get me wrong but I’m a good mother but also need to be a good wife to my husband also and vice versa. The last time I felt this type of urge was when we were trapped and stocked on an unknown island and….”

“Heather” his husky voice brought me back from the land of ‘flashback’. Regaining my demeanor, I grabbed his long, brown, hard length and dipped it in my mouth the second time. I tried to put the whole length into my mouth but wasn’t able to. I gag and choke as I try it because it’s too long to be sucked at once. His length was as long as his full name- Al Fareed Nasir. ”GAH!” I moan as he begins to bop my head against his length easily putting it in my mouth. Soon, I made his length moist and played with it like toy with my hands and then I moved my body seductively back to his lips. I kissed him over and over again adding a bit of tongue too. We rubbed hands all over each other’s body before he stopped his hands at the hem of my skirt.

NASIR’S POV

“I love your outfit, but you would look way better with all of that on the floor” I said seductively as I began to unzip her skirt and nipped at her back. I took off her white panties and sniffed it so get a smell of her p***y- naughty right? I love it naughty and rough. I kissed her panties as I throw it to one side of the room. I kissed her leg, sucked her toes and she moan sharply as I do all this to her. Definitely, I got her at her weakest point. Without hesitating, I dipped my middle finger into her tight p***y. “Oh so warm” I thought as I finger her. She gasp and hold my hair tight as if she wants to pull it off of its root, my head. The fingering got a little fine-tuned when I increased my finger from one to two. After fingering her for some moment and making her squirt, I wash and cleanse her p***y off all iniquities with my tongue.

I moved back up again and kissed her before raising her thighs up making it easily exposed to penetration- my penetration and positioned myself by kneeling on the bed making my length parallel with her asshole.

“Are you ready?” I asked her and she replied in a panicked voice.