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she had not expected.
    Sula closed her eyes and kissed Maeve with all her
pent-up passion and desire. Dimly Maeve heard the gong outside of
the harem’s doors sound, but the awareness was swept away by Sula’s
tongue.
    Maeve groaned into Sula’s mouth as soft fingers
parted the silk of her skirts and stroked the bare flesh of her hot
pussy. The sheik would be here soon, and she didn’t have much time.
In an effort to keep Sula distracted, Maeve took control of the
kiss and turned it fierce and demanding. She was delighted to find
Sula’s nipples hard against her palm as she slipped her hand into
the other woman’s top. Running the tip of her nail over each
swollen tip had Sula making little pleading sounds deep in her
throat.
    Sula moaned, and her fingers, slick with Maeve’s
cream, caressed Maeve’s clit. The sensation was luscious. Not the
rough male fingers she was used to, but soft fingers similar to and
so deliciously different than her own. She rocked her hips on
Sula’s hand and wanted more.
    Though she’d fantasized about being with a woman,
she had never found the nerve in real life to actually approach
one. Certainly not anyone as exotically beautiful as Sula. And yet
now here she was, immersed in a world that felt so real, doing what
she had always wanted. There were no rules here, no right and
wrong, only pleasure.
    Maeve tore her lips from Sula’s and pushed her back
onto the cushion. She wanted to see the other woman’s breasts and
swiftly unlaced her top. Sula had tiny dark nipples that tightened
further under her gaze. Sula arched her back toward Maeve in a
silent plea. Unable to resist Sula’s need, she captured one in her
mouth and bit and sucked on the pebbled tip. Sula whispered
something in a foreign language and stroked her hand down Maeve’s
arm in a soothing motion.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the sheik and
his guards. A shudder ripped through her body, and she released
Sula’s nipple with a slow lick. He was so handsome, a strong hawk
nose and high cheekbones with full, sensual lips. His dark eyes
were entirely focused on her and Sula, ignoring the other
concubines as they strove to gain his attention. She was shaken by
the emotion and intensity of his gaze.
    Her movements took on a new grace as she lifted
aside the silken strands of her skirt. He was watching her—the
entire harem was—and she loved the attention. She straddled Sula’s
face and watched the sheik as Sula latched on to her clit in a
strong suck that bowed Maeve’s back and tore a gasp from her.
Movement came from behind her, and she turned to watch a lovely
blonde concubine kneeling between Sula’s legs and lapping at her
bare cleft. Maeve was glad Sula was fulfilling her fantasy too, and
the thought made her grip the woman’s silken hair and ride her
face.
    The sheik sported a very impressive erection behind
his white cotton trousers, and a brunette concubine coiled herself
about his feet. He ignored her and continued to watch Maeve have
her pleasure. The two guards with him stared as well and licked
their lips. She loved it, knowing they wished to be the ones
licking her cream, knowing she was the object of their desires.
    Below her, Sula worked a finger into her tight pussy
and began to stroke her in time with her tongue.
    “Harder,” Maeve groaned, and Sula obliged, sucking
on her clit and lashing it with her tongue. Small cries fell from
Maeve’s lips as she returned the sheik’s hungry stare, followed by
a scream as she began to orgasm. Sula’s fingers stroked in time
with the contractions of her delicate inner muscles, milking the
orgasm and drawing it out almost to the point of pain.
    She fell off to the side and lay there panting,
holding Sula and licking the side of her neck as Sula ground her
pussy into the blonde’s eager mouth. Maeve nuzzled Sula’s cheek,
and they shared a long kiss as Sula’s orgasm shook her. While
Maeve’s tremors subsided, she stroked Sula’s long dark hair