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Twenty-six year old Anna Snow stared out the airplane window over the Arabian landscape beyond the horizon. In her lap she held a copy of a magazine whose front page donned the picture of the man she was coming to the Middle East to interview. He was a reclusive, multi-billionaire, mogul and son of the infamous Padishah, Sultan Amood Al-Haddin. At thirty-one, Hamid Al-Haddin stood on the cover of Forbes Magazine an unlikely Arab sheik with his chiseled body and honey brown locks falling over the shoulders of his Salvatore Ferragamo suit. Anna had decided he looked more like a Greek statue, monumental, strong, and sculpted. She was nervous; somewhere over the Atlantic she had begun to doubt her ability as an objective reporter. At twenty-six she had seven years in the journalism field and she had done interviews with billionaires before, mostly internet moguls, muti-national CEO’s and oil barons, however none of these people were royalty and never before had they flow her!
overseas in their private jet for a week’s tour of their home.

Anna tossed the copy of Forbes on the adjacent seat and pulled the pin out her French up-twist, she let the long chocolate tresses breathe a little before landing. With her dark business suit, briefcase, tape recorder, writing pad and notes from the office, she stepped of the plane to the awaiting Hummer motorcade.
“Miss Snow,” said the welcome-committee host who stood behind eight armed security agents, “Welcome to Arabia.”

Anna thanked him and a porter came out to put her luggage in the furthest of the armored vehicles. “Five cars?” she asked him.
The host nodded. “The prince insists on the safety and security of you, his guest.”

Pulling out the airport Anna could see the city was a mix of old and modern. Old mosque mixed with neon buildboards, coastal high-rises and BMW’s that sped along side the motorcade. ‘Looks like Miami’ Anna chuckled to herself, making a note in her book. Hours later the vehicles had driven out of the metropolis to the outer arid and fertile valley. A large structure roughly twice the size of LaGuardia airport appeared out of the horizon like an oasis. It was white marble, with golden roofs and towers inlaid with deep blues and turquoise. All around the compound were fields of towering date palms that shaded the path that the cars sped down. The Hummers circled once around the courtyard that had a large bubbling fountain of a golden horse before coming to a stop at the front of the entrance. Anna stepped out the vehicle in wonder.
“Miss Anna Snow, I presume?” said a deep calm voice behind her. She spun around to come face to face with the man who had dominated her thoughts for weeks now. He stood in a light and simply adorned kaftan with his hair held back by an Arafat scarf.
“Prince Al-Haddis…” she said breathlessly in awe. He took her hand and smiled warmly, “Welcome to Arabia, Miss Snow. Welcome to my home.”

The hours after that were a worldwind. The Al-Haddis residence was a citadel alive with bowing servants, aids, guards, kitchen staff, roaming animals, aviaries, studies, forays, entries, dinning halls, staircases, offices, bedrooms, ballrooms, boardrooms, state rooms, great rooms, wardrobes, gardens, libraries, mews, courtyards, foreyards, room-upon-room-upon room and the prince took her to each one, introducing her to each of his three-hundred and seventy-five servants by name. It was all very overwhelming to Anna who had scarcely caught her breath upon their first meeting. She managed to ask him a few questions as they walked.
“Is it true? I read in Forbes that your mother was a Dutch doctor, and then your father was of course Sultan Amood Al-Haddin,” she probed. Hamid nodded in agreement, “That must have been *extraordinary*”
He understood at once what she was getting at. “My mother was my father’s third wife, one of four permitted by Islamic law.”
“That must have been difficult, the position of third wife,” Anna commented on the heels of his last statement.
“It is not how it seems. My father was very loving and very devoted to my mother and I; as he was to all his wives and children. My childhood was very happy and the relationship between myself and all of my nineteen my brothers and sisters is one without rivalry, jealousy or want. - - Can you understand this?” he asked genuinely concerned. “As someone from The West it must come across as… *strange* to you.” He was picking his words carefully for her. “Think of it—like a garden,” he continued. “One has all this land, all this water and sun. Do you plant just one flower or do you plant a garden as long as you are able to care for it so every plant grows, flourish and bears fruit?”
“You look at yourself as a gardener then?”
The prince smiled patiently at her, “It is the same as it was with my father, when you have so much, it is better to share your resources with those you can.”
“I just meant…” she paused trying to come up with a lie, “- that it must have been hard for you; being torn between two cultures.”
The prince undocked a fair wisp of hair from his Arafat scarf.
“You mean this?” he asked tugging on it. “It just means I have had the best of both worlds, both Arabic and European. The Muslim world accepts all kinds and it was very tolerant to my mother and it has been very good to me. I would not ...” Hamid’s words were stopped by loud commotion from behind them that cut him off mid-sentence. A woman’s voice, followed by several others was talking very loudly in a French dialect that Anna could barely follow.
“Of course you can come!” the voice said, though it seemed evident she wasn’t talking to anyone in particular. “Of course, darling. Yes darling. - - At Pasha darling, we have the whole club. Only the best for my friends.” The disembodied voice came into focus and a very stylish woman on a mobile phone strode confidently into the room primping her perfectly quaffed hair and biting on her dark rimed sunglasses. An entourage of women filed past her, their arms stacked with boxes marked, Versace, Gucci, Ferragamo, John Galliano, Escada, Louis Vuitton, Dolche&Gabana, Channel and Armani. She stood in the door way and looked at Anna in a way that seemed as if she were deciding whether or not to eat her.
“Yasmine,” the prince said acknowledging her in a cool tone before turning his back to her.
“Bey-Al-Haddis,” the woman answered back.

Yasmine was of medium height, Iranian, with dark hair and dark eyes that appeared slightly venomous as she stared down Anna. Anna was slightly relieved when she was soon sidetracked by her phone and dropped her gaze.
“Of course darling! I just got back from Milan and thought ‘what the hell’,” she said into the phone admiring a glittering canary yellow diamond on her hand.
“Yasmine, we have a guest.” The prince told with a warning bite in his tone.
The woman was obviously annoyed at this and put the phone to the side for a moment covering the mouth piece with her hand. “Look – I have more important things to do than deal with whatever Euro-trash designer Samra chose to re-do the west wing.” With this the woman went back to her phone conversation. Anna felt awkward; it seemed as if she were caught in the middle of some marital squabble though she couldn’t quite tell what was being said.
“This is Miss Snow, Yasmine. The American reporter,” Yasmine suddenly looked interested and cut her conversation short as she clicked off her mobile.
“Ah, the American,” she finally said in English.
A short servant rushed into the room behind them and whispered something inaudible to the prince, Hamid looked concerned before he assured the man who ran off in another direction.
“A thousand apologizes Miss Snow, there is a matter with the horses that requires my immediate personal attention… My wife will see that you are acquainted with the rest of the house.” He gave Anna a cordial nod and went in the direction of the servant.

It was just Anna and the fashionable woman in the room now which was no small source of anxiety for the twenty-six year old reporter.
“Come to see how the ‘other half’ live?” she quipped smugly. Anna could only smile politely hoping for some rescue away from this person. “I am Yasmine Al-Haddis,” the woman said introducing herself with a slight British accent. “… second wife,” she added under her breath as Anna gave a quick curtsy. Diamonds hung off every inch of her and members of her entourage were still filing quickly past with parcels in their arms. She wore no hijab, instead opting for a chic cream pant-suit and a pair of diamond studded shades that was pulled back to the crown of her forehead. Yasmine let out a bored sigh. “Look darling, - - Maybe one of our servants can finish showing you about, or maybe we can just …”
“- - Cut the tour short?” Anna volunteered cutting her off. “Yes of course. I’ve taken up too much of your husband’s time already and I would like to settle down and unpack if you don’t mind.” The sultana nodded and inclined her head towards the exit prompting Anna to follow her out.

The two women walked alongside each other down the lavish halls with Yasmine’s entourage falling an appropriate distance behind them.
“You work for a prestigious journal Miss Snow, where were you educated?” Yasmine said after several minuets of uncomfortable silence, it was clear to Anna that she wasn’t at all interested in the answer.
“Uuhhh- I went to Yale where I studied literature, and then a M.A. in journalism at Brown. Uhhhh – and you?”
“An Academy in Switzerland darling. It was very exclusive - you wouldn’t know it.”
There was another pregnant pause between them. The floors that they walked on were pristine, bejeweled mosaics with golden etchings that reached from the floor to the gilded ceilings above. Along the sides were priceless Arabic tapestries that ran the length of the silken walls.
“Your home is beautiful,” complimented Anna who was again awestruck by the ornate beauty of the compound.
Yasmine seemed cheered by this, “Thank you, you’re such a lamb to say so,” she said. “In truth, this is the east side of the compound so it was decorated by the first mistress of Sharazade. Its all third-world tacky, you see?” Yasmine pointed to the Turkish tapestries. “I wanted to rip it all out darling, to make it all modern. But Bey-Al-Haddin can’t bear to change it. There’s nothing much on this side anyway, nothing but the mosque and the guest apartments. Anyway, I spend so little time at Sharazade; what’s the point darling? There are many more interesting places to be than the developing world.” Yasmine stopped to fuss at a servant over something in the room not up to her standards. “Give me Paris any day darling,” Yasmine continued. “When the old Sultan chose me to be his son’s wife… well, it was all understood,” she said nonchalantly with her neck craned upward to inspect the ceiling.
“Oh!” Anna said surprised, “Then it was an arranged marriage?” Yasmine looked down to guffaw at the innocence of the comment.
“Of course darling, don’t be a goose!” Anna was sure Yasmine was chiding her for making such a rookie mistake, but she continued talking. “Its not that Bey-Al-Haddis isn’t attractive; I’m sure you noticed that, but his father wanted my family’s failing oil business and my father wanted connections with the Shah… so here I am; second wife.” Yasmine muttered something about the chandelier to the many servants who followed some twenty-feet behind them before she continued walking with Anna.
“Is this what you wanted to do? I mean marriage with the prince?”
Yasmine smiled and shrugged, “How could I hope to do better than Bey-Al-Haddis? He’s not demanding, he’s not ugly, he is no cruel, he takes care of the children so I come and go as I please… Being the wife of an Arab prince…,” she gestured to the packages from the couture houses behind her. “…it is everything I ever wanted.

Yasmine went on to explain how she spends her time at her many European villas with her rather notorious entourage who followed her every step. She showed Anna to her lavish apartments on the citadel grounds before quickly waving her off to go her own way. Anna settled down in her apartments trying to relax and to get some work done. As she lay on the silken chase lounge of her guest apartment she read a few paragraphs from a celebrity magazine faxed to her from the New York office.
‘Yasmine Al-Haddis socialite a wife billionaire business entrepreneur, Prince Hamid Al-Haddis recently stunned crowds at a Monte Carlo resort this week by placing a thirty-million dollar bet on a single roulette spin. It was estimated that - -”

Anna put the paper down, not wanting to read anymore. She looked around at her surroundings; the palm fields outside, the detailed stonework, gildings, bubbling fountains, priceless art and tapestries, servants at her beck and call. ‘Must be fun’ she laughed to herself, but then she remembered the vacuous look in Yasmine’s eye as she describes her life and it occurred to Anna just how superficial it all was. Yasmine was a woman filling her days with shopping and partying with friends who were not her friend, but servants hired by her husband who she loved only for his money.
A serene singing voice boomed over the compound in chant. ‘It’s mid-day must be The Dhuhr,’ she said to herself as she walked across the apartment to a veranda overlooking the smaller gardens with the Turkish pool and roaming peacocks. She looked over the railing and saw the prince kneeling on the mat facing the sun. To his left, right and two behind were his children who copied his movements of kneeling and bowing. Anna sat on the balcony and watched him assist his babies in prayer until the chanting stopped and they all went to the adjacent pools for an afternoon swim.

The prince stood in the water stripped naked to his waist while the water beaded off is sculpted core. He held his youngest on his hip while another hung onto his arm and two more dashed ahead of him in the pool. His golden hair tangled is his daughter’s hands as she clutched him around his neck. Anna watched as they played. She listened to their roars of laughter as all four children would pile on him dragging him under the water, or as he hoisted them onto his bronzed shoulders. Suddenly, there was a flash of light on her face. Anna looked up to see a window opening above her by a dark-headed woman with short curly hair. She seemed to be screaming at someone in the room with her, though she was too high up for Anna to hear what she said. The woman threw something across the room and a stack of papers went flying. The prince had introduced her to everyone in the citadel at Sharazade, yet this was not a person Anna recognized. Abruptly the woman stopped, it seemed as if !
she could sense Anna watching her. The woman looked around her, feeling uneasy before she locked eyes with Anna staring at her from below. She cut her eyes at the young reporter and pulled a cord so a dark curtain fell over the window. Anna said nothing and withdrew from the veranda.

The next day an invitation had been set to Anna from the prince requesting her presence in the mews. Anna met him later that afternoon in the stables. He was patting the muzzle of a white Arabian mare whose low belly and swollen splints indicated that she was about to give birth. The prince had swapped his kaftan for a chic linen suit and let his tussled golden locks loose from the Arafat scarf. Anna cleared her throat to announce her presence.
“Miss Snow,” he smiled as he turned to her, “I am delighted you have come. I would have been let down had you not shown.”
Anna grinned, walking to the mare “Somehow, I don’t think you are a man who gets disappointed very often.” They both laughed a little before Anna changed the subject, “- - it looks like you have one about to deliver.”
The Prince nodded in agreement. “Not long now. She was showing signs of labor which is why I was forced to end my first meeting with you, but it seemed to be a false start. Do you know much about horses Miss Snow?”
Anna shook her head and stroked the mare. “I grew up in Chicago. Not a lot of horses in the city.”
“No?” his eyebrows lifted in surprise. “I thought you were all *cow-boys* in America,” he joked trying to imitate a Texan accent. Anna appreciated the joke, she never expected to feel at ease in the presence of royalty, but here it was, the two of them joking like old friends. “I had these horses imported from the Netherlands. They were my wife’s passion, you see. She loved these horses, which is perhaps why I am so protective over them.”
Sadness came over him as he spoke. He laid his hand flat on the horse and suddenly turned away from Anna. She wanted to reach out and take his hand to comfort him, but she resisted the urge.
“What happened to her?” she asked.
The prince breathed deeply and swallowed hard, “She died… a plane crash.” Anna gasped inward. She didn’t know, she didn’t anticipate and she felt suddenly bad for having asked the question. Hamid tossed his head for a moment as if to shake the tears away. “She was my first wife, Ayeisha. She was like these horses; gentle, beautiful, strong. It was just the two of us and the horses for a long time, but then my father learned she could have no children… and there are expectations in my family.” Anna noticed he was uncomfortable and choosing his words carefully as if to guard himself. She told him he didn’t need to explain himself in an effort to put him at ease, but he continued talking. “I don’t know why I’m telling these things to a reporter,” the self-admonishing nature was somehow endearing to the young journalist. She was use to the pomp and smugness of billionaires who seemed so controlled all the time. She found his open cantor charming despite the unpleasantness of the!
subject. “For some reason I want you to understand me.” Anna thought while he spoke, ‘It must be difficult for him being so wealthy and guarded all the time, having no one to talk to, no confidant.’
“I think I do understand,” she assured him.
The prince uttered a word of thanks and beckoned her to walk with him, “I wish to show you something.”

They walked into another room of the mews where three stable-masters were holding an anxious, rutting stallion that neighed and reared on two legs upon their approach. The horse trotted around the far end prancing and bucking until two men grabbed his bridle to calm him. On the other end of the room was a docile mare that was crated between two close-fitting stalls near the wall.
“Yalla! Yalla!” The stable hands yelled as they tried to calm the raging animal.
“These are the breeding stocks,” the prince pointed out to her. Anna had already surmised this when she spied the mammoth, spotted phallus that hung more than a full two feet from the body of the stallion. One of the men bid the other two to bring the excited horse forward. “That horse there is an international champion. He has sired twelve folds this season and his father sired hundreds in his lifetime.”
“That’s a lot of pressure for a horse,” Anna quipped.
The stallion dropped his head upon approaching the female, flaring his nostrils to inhale her backside deeply. The mare looked indifferent as the male situated his muzzle to her rump. The prince moved behind Anna to let her have a better look.
“The stallion is checking to see if she’s ready,” he said in a hushed tone. Hamid was so close she could feel his hot breath on her shoulder as he spoke. Anna was finding this proximity quite distracting and she was having noticeable trouble concentrating as he talked to her. “If the mare accepts him she will move her tail to the side to give him access to her; just like that,” he said as the mare’s tail swept to the left exposing her vulva to the stallion. Anna jabbed her tongue into her cheek and struggled not to giggle like a child. The prince was very close. She could feel the warm counters of his body as she leaned her back into him slightly. He smelled so arousing to her; she wanted to lick the sweat off his body. Anna started to say something smart and witty when the stallion suddenly lurched onto the back of the mare startling her so badly she fell backwards into the prince.
“Shit!” she yelled as she felt her balance go. She was mid-topple when Hamid’s strong hands caught her around her waist. Her hips bent over double as he steadied her by holding her firmly in place at his torso.
“It’s alright, I got you,” the prince assured her as he gripped her tight. If Anna wasn’t so embarrassed she might have enjoyed the irony of being in the same position of the mare, but things being as they were she was mortified. She righted herself, thanked him quickly and turned back to the horses.

Meanwhile, the stallion was nipping at the neck of his mare that struggled slightly underneath him as she was penetrated by his massive equine organ. Anna was entranced watching the stallion pump its length into the female, rutting its whole body into her sex. Within a few minuets Anna could see the stallion’s heavy testicles begin to contract, releasing his champion seed deep into the mare.
“Walk with me,” the prince said softly in her ear.

Hamid led her outside to stroll the paddock grounds beyond the mews. Restrained after having touched her in the stables, the prince had his hands clasped firmly behind his back as he led Anna around the green. He studied his feet in quiet contemplation as they walked. Anna was still a little flushed from the experience in the stockade, but decided to break the silence.
“Your stud certainly seems to be good at what he does.”
“That is his job; to make babies,” Hamid’s tone was quiet. This concerned Anna, she wondered if she had done something to offend him. She was still trying to put together his mystery when a thought occurred to her.
“Prince Al-Haddis?” she asked. “This is inappropriate for me to ask, but are there moments in your life when feel like that horse?”
Hamid’s brow furrowed as he continued walking. He knew what she was insinuating and his manner had become intensely stern as he spoke, “I love my children, Miss Snow.” The young reporter was sure she had over stepped her bounds and the prince was now angry with her because he said nothing for a very long time before he spoke again. “Did you want children?”
The question took her off guard, “-With you!?!” she blurted out in shock.
“Rather,…I meant …*ever* in your lifetime,” Hamid clarified with quiet laughter. Anna let out a groan and covered her face in embarrassment. “Perhaps we both passed up a great opportunity there,” he said in an effort to put her at ease.
It was the second time she had humiliated herself that afternoon, but this time Anna took the opportunity to laugh at herself. She explained an episode in her life three years earlier where she though she may have been pregnant and how happy and excited she had become at the thought of being a mother.
“What happened?” the prince asked.
“My fiancé at the time said he didn’t want the baby. So he gave me an ultimatum to terminate the pregnancy or put the little one up for adoption else he would call off the wedding and leave me. It turns out that it was all just a false alarm, but at least I got to see his true character. I think its better I found out then than if I had married him or if I had really had been…,“ Anna trailed off and Hamid nodded in understanding.
“Heaven smiles on you with fortune, so many are locked into situations before their lover’s true nature is revealed,” he went on to seemingly to change the subject. “I have four children. Three girls and one boy, my eldest Haythem is seven and my youngest is four. I wanted more, but my wives are very…independent,” he said carefully. “Samra as her career in New York, and Yasmine - - Yasmine doesn’t have time.” A shy smile came across his lips, “So God compensates for their absence and has made me virile,” he laughed. “He made my father virile and his father before him. We all have powerful loins like that horse.” Anna was blushing profusely imagining this. “All my children are a gift from heaven and I should not complain. Only it has been a long time, and my heart is longing, but I trust in Allah’s will and if he allows me more children… he will find a way. You see - - I always wanted a house full of the laughter of children,” he said beaming so his whole face lit with joy. !
Anna smiled at this sentiment.
“That sounds nice.”

The rest of the day passed without incident. Anna retired to her apartments to write her article and worked until her fingers cramped and she fell asleep at her desk. When she woke the soft red light on her digital clock was flashing 2:15am. The jet-lag had gripped her and she knew she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. Anna pushed away from her desk and dressed in her warm coat. She decided to walk the halls of Sharazade to observe the architecture and hopefully learn more about her host.

Anna had only been walking a few minuets on the north side of the compound when there was a high pitched squeal, something akin to the sound a pig would make from the room at the far end of the hall. The door was slightly ajar with light spilling through the crack into the darkened corridor. Anna though she should not look, but curiosity got the better of her. She crept close, smoothing her long dark hair out the way as she peeped through the door.
The air was heavy with the sweet, musky, smell of sex. The lights were dim, but as Anna’s eyes adjusted she could see Yasmine’s tall naked frame. The sultana held herself steady in a chair with her back arched like a cat; squealing as her beautiful husband fucked his cock into her from behind. Anna could hear the wet smacking of his groin connecting with her tight buns, Yasmine’s knees buckled a little which each thrust of his hips.
“Do you like that?” he asked her in a foreign language Anna immediately recognized as French. She was glad she had taken French in collage and could at least understand them. Yasmine winced as he drove into her with a good steady pace.
“Ow! No darling, you’re too big. You’re hurting my kitty-cat,” she complained. Anna held her breath and craned her head further in the door to get a better view of what Yasmine was protesting about. Even with his fuck-pole buried half-way up Yasmine’s neatly trimmed sex she could see the impressive size of his scrotum. He slowed down and buried his hairy sausage into her wetness, grinding slowly into the sweet cum-sucker in an effort to please her.
“And now?” he asked seductively. The prince ran his hands the length of her flanks and around her toned belly. Yasmine closed her eyes and wrinkled her nose.
“Unuff…,” she grunted. “It feels like a giant twisting snake inside me, I don’t like it!” Yasmine’s perky mammaries jiggles as Hamid stopped the action and started to bang her fur-pie. The prince said something inaudible and cupped his hand over his wife’s cunt. Anna watched as he spread Yasmine’s slick pussy lips and massaged the button of her honey-pot with his fingers. He stoked between the sultana’s legs until Anna could see the liquid from her snatch dripping over his sperm-sack. Yasmine, who up to this point seemed rather bored with the experience, begun to push back on Hamid’s fucking sex-meat. The prince’s entire body was glistening with perspiration, making him almost glow. The tight cheeks of his tanned ass rammed his lust-bone with powerful force into its target. He owned her pussy as his well-hung cunt-stabber filled every inch of her cum-dripper. Yasmine was rolling her ass as he pounded her love-hole and stretched her insides to excess. Anna watched them!
from her hiding spot while she precariously balanced on her toes.
“Ahh!” Yasmine yelped as he packed her with dick. “Darling! Its too much! Its too much! Finish quick so I can go back to bed.” Hamid seemed exasperated. He grabbed hold of her hips and began slamming himself in and out of her. Yasmine squealed like a swine as he battered her pussy like a piece of meat. Her flesh-bags bounced wildly off her chest as she clutched the chair to withstand the onslaught. Anna could hear the wet pounding in the room as he humped her sloppy genitals with abandon.
“Let me cum inside you,” Hamid entreated, his whole body shaking with lust, but Yasmine rounded on him.
“Not until I see the cash,” Yasmine could tell her husband was close now. His breathing had changed and he was fucking violently into her. “If you want this pussy to give you another child, you’re going to pay for it.” The prince struggled with himself for a moment. He grit his teeth and made a guttural noise pushing her away and letting all eight-inches of his cock slip out of her velveteen slit.
“I can’t!” he said as his hot meat pulled out her wet folds. “I – I can’t let you keep extorting me for a baby.” Yasmine was annoyed and slumped down naked in the chair folding her arms across her chest.
“Come off your moral high-ground darling; Ayeisha was barren, Samra had herself sterilized and I’m your last option. Anyway it’s no loss to you, you have the money. You get something you want. I get something I want.”
“It’s not right Yasmine.” The prince gripped his erection and jacked himself off until his load emptied over his hand; the wasted, pearly fluid sliding over his palm in frothy globs. “It doesn’t matter how badly I want it. It’s just not right.”

They continued to argue as Anna tip-toed back to her room. It was an odd mix of emotions for her. She had learned Yasmine was a gold-digger holding her body for ransom. She felt sad and giddy all at the same time, moreover she felt horny as hell after watching the prince expertly fuck his wife. She went to the desk to take notes, but she couldn’t concentrate. Her thoughts were dominated by images of the prince’s tool pounding into his lover’s pussy.
Anna idly sucked the end of her pen and rubbed her things together as she thought about the object of her desire. She wished she were Yasmine. She longed to be bent over a chair and have Hamid take her from behind. Her eyes closed as Anna imagined the man of her dreams filling her tight box with the dripping cock she had seen earlier. Slowly her hips started to make circular motions. She rubbed her ass into the seat, feeling herself get noticeably wet while she dreamed about the prince running his hand all over her body. Her heart was racing and her breasts were heaving at the thought of him touching her.

Anna’s hand fell on her thigh. She parted her legs slightly and pulled her skirt up to her waist so she could stroke the insides of her smooth thighs as the fantasy went on. When her hand made contact with her hot flesh her face flushed noticeably and her breath got heavier. Anna was aching to touch herself deeper. Her hand lengthened to brush up her sweating upper thigh; she stopped just short of her pelvis. Already she could feel just how wet she was. She couldn’t hold back anymore. Anna moved the material of her silky panties aside and slowly slid her fingers through her soft, warm, bush. The young reporter shamelessly teased herself by rolling her mini-skirt over her ass so the material tickled her cheeks. She lifted her pelvis while she dreamt of the prince and slid her fingers into the slimy depths of her vagina. Anna was despairing for his touch as she masturbated. She let out a soft moan as her fingers pleasured her aroused pussy. The heat rose from her moist lip!
s as she teased her furry, excited, cunt. For a time, Anna continued to rub her folds, making herself wetter and wetter until she slid her middle finger deep inside her honey pot. She gasped loudly and braced herself on the edge of the table as she fingered her hole. Her pelvis worked up and down like a horny rabbit, fucking herself on her sweating hand. She could feel herself loosing control. The sweet smell of her aroused sex wafted through the air. Anna finger-banged herself fantasizing it was Hamid touching her, it made her feel sexy and dirty all at the same time. The slick walls of her opening were clenching at her probing finger, as she felt her body start to cum. She was panting and bouncing wildly in the seat, holding onto the desk for support. Suddenly her fuck-hatch clasped down and waves of pleasure washed over her.

Anna moaned loudly letting the orgasm take her. She pulled her hand back and forth over her juicy twat as she came. The young reporter stayed like this for a long time before she removed her hand from her crotch and slumped in the chair. Pleasuring herself to satisfy the burning, lustful, urges in her body was hardly quenching her desire anymore. It had been over two years since a man touched her naked flesh and being near the handsome prince Al-Haddis was doing nothing for her raging sexuality.

By mid-week Anna had four books full of interview notes on the prince, but she didn’t have her story. She still hadn’t solved so many mysteries about him. Why was he so reclusive? Why did he sleep alone on the north end of the complex? Who was the woman in the window? Why was he apparently the sole parent of his children? What lurked behind the unhappiness she saw in his eyes? What made him so isolated? She decided she had to get some aggressive reporting done. Anna’s efforts did not pay off until days later when late in the night she made her way to the upper-east end of the compound where she had seen the shadowy woman at the window. There was a dark office where a stoic brunette sat at a computer as figure walked up and down the room. Anna ducked into a sharp alcove in the hall next to the door watching them from a place she could not be seen.

It was Hamid who paced the length of the dimly lit office. The woman in the chair seemed not to notice his presence while she punched numbers into her computer; Hamid said a string of angry words in Arabic that the woman responded coolly to. This only seemed to enrage him more and he pounded his first into her desk.
“Look Hamid – What do you want me to say? That I’ll give it all up? The firm? My career? The New York office?” she gave a disgusted look to him. “I’m sorry. I’m not.”
“What *I* want is for you to pretend that you give a damn about our children.” The woman continued with her work and pushed the smart glasses up the bridge of her nose. “I require so little of you Samra. A few weeks out of the year at Sharazade to visit with the children, that is all I asked!” He sat down in her office chair and put his head between his knees as if he were going to vomit. She was still acting cool and controlled.
“I built this firm,” she said finally. “I’m sorry you don’t understand how important it is to me.” He held his head in his hands and groaned a little, “and I made you millions so—“
“—What do you think money means to me? What do you think ten, twenty, fifty million means to your children when they don’t even recognize a picture of you on the wall? The firm is finite! Your job is finite! All of it means nothing, Samra!”
“What is this really about Hamid?” she asked. “Is this because of your infatuation with the American?”
“She has nothing to do with you and I.” The prince shook his head, letting his golden mane spill over his face. Anna couldn’t understand the exchange between them, but from the troubled expression on Hamid’s face she could grasp the gravity of the conversation. ‘This is private stuff,’ she said to herself. She thought better of spying on them, but she couldn’t look away.
“Its disgusting Hamid; falling over yourself for some Yankee. You disgrace those in our echelon.” The prince gave a shout from his chair that startled Anna sending her careening backwards into the wall. She gasped in and held her breath, praying she had not been heard.
“You lecture me on dishonor!?!” he shouted. “You were pregnant by your university professor when I married you!” Samra jumped to her feet and put her fingers to her lips in a plea to quiet him, but he would not stop yelling at her. “It was Ayeisha who begged me to take you in because your family was going to have you executed… I embraced your son and I never - *never* let anyone believe that Haythem wasn’t mine and now you conduct yourself like he doesn’t even matter to you! God help me, Samra, do you even care?!?” Samra stopped a moment and sneered at her husband.
“How can anyone love a stone around their neck?”
The room was quiet after this. You could have heard a pin drop in sand, and Anna was afraid that the feuding couple could hear her pounding heart. She pinched her nose afraid to breathe. All seemed suspended in time. All was silent. The prince looked so angry she thought he may shout again, but he did not. The rest of their conversation was spoken so softly their voices were barely a whisper.
“Buy me out. I’ll give you my share in the company for Haythem.” Samra finally stopped and shut off the monitor of the computer.
“I don’t understand,” she said.
“I won’t divorce you, and I’ll give you enough money to live comfortably, but I want you out of my house,” he was unable to look at her as he spoke. “Buy me out. Go back to New York. Take the company and leave me Haythem.” The woman across the room was cool as he continued, “but, whatever you decide; I want you to know, from this point on … you and I are done.”
Later that night the tail lights of a black Ferrari sped away from Sharazade. Hamid tucked his son into bed as he had always done and made an appointment to relinquish all rights and assets to his American corporation; all the while feeling better than he had in years.

With Samra gone and Yasmine occupied with shopping, a sort of peace had descended on Sharazade. It seemed to Anna that the prince smiled a little easier. His words were not so guarded and the warmth that exuded from him had none of the smug regality she expected from an Arab prince.
“I don’t know why I’m saying this… and maybe I shouldn’t,” Anna told him as they strolled through the date fields, “but, I feel really good with you and I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”
He gave her a slightly shy and embarrassed smile as he picked up a date nut and skipped it along the path.
“…Stay,” he said suddenly. “Stay another week as my guest. Tell your office I insisted, or that you need more time to finish your editorial. You can meet the children and see more of the ranch.”
Anna though a moment; she did want to stay, but she felt it wasn’t appropriate. She was a journalist; she had deadlines and an apartment in Brooklyn. Besides, she didn’t want to fall for the prince any deeper than she already had, it was all just postponing the inevitable when she would have to say goodbye and return to the States. Anyway, how could a girl from the Midwest fit into his world of money and royalty? Anna’s mind raced as she weighed the prince’s offer. She wished that he was somehow different; that he wasn’t a prince and a billionaire; that he wasn’t so kind and grounded. She wished he was some fat, cruel sheik out of a book like ‘1001 Arabian Nights’ and not a golden god of a man built like a Greek statue. ‘But he isn’t a statue, is he,’ thought Anna. ‘He’s flesh and blood and warm and sensual.’ He thoughts went back to the night she had watched him take his wife’s pussy with animal-like sexual prowess.
“Okay,” she told him. “I’ll stay.” The prince was delighted at her decision, but did not say so to her about it.
“I’ve come to think of you as a friend, Miss Snow. I hope you will come to think the same of me.”

In the week that followed. The prince saw that Anna was treated like a princess in his home. Yasmine left for a vacation in Paris which was no small joy to Anna, although after their initial meeting Yasmine no longer treated her with cruelty while she was around Hamid. Anna spent her mornings with the prince and his children who delighted in showing-off to her and often presented her with small desert flowers they had foraged from around the compound. In the afternoons she worked on her article and the evenings after the Isha’a’s evening prayer she would have dinner with the prince who laughed and chatted with her like she was an old chum.

“Tell me a secret about yourself,” she asked him as they lounged on the veranda, sharing a plate of grapes and honey between them. The prince thought for a few moments.
“I’m afraid to fly,” he said finally as he plucked a grape and placed it in his mouth. “I have seven aircrafts and I haven’t set foot in one of them. The plane crash was almost four years ago, and I still… I just can’t.” Anna edged sympathetically close to the prince on the velvet pillows in effort to comfort her friend. He turned to her and smiled sweetly, “Not that it matters. I was never a jet-setter. I always wanted to be like Aoles in ‘The Odyssey’; contented to be alone on my little floating island with my family.” Hamid pealed another grape and placed it on Anna’s plate. Over the past few days she had enjoyed this cozy affection with him as they talked openly about all manner of things; though, aside from the mishap in the stable there had been no contact. “Now, you tell me a secret, Miss Snow.”
Anna considered for a moment. She had lived a pretty tame life and didn’t really have any dark secrets. She was afraid of spiders and allergic to cats, but she would hardly consider that a secret. There was one surreptitious fact about her life that she tried hard to keep covered, but she decided to trust him.
“I can’t spell,” she confessed humiliated. “I’m an award winning journalist… that can’t spell.” Hamid found this extremely entertaining and expressed his amusement until Anna covered her smile in embarrassment. “Ok, it’s your turn.”
He grew serious and still, turning away to look into the dark horizon. The golden lanterns on the table illuminated the veranda, but shaded his face from her. Anna moved her body closer to him, although she did not dare let her body touch his. Hamid seemed not to notice her proximity as he didn’t look at her for several minuets.
“Because of the people around me, I have learned to hate my wealth. It is a source of great guilt for me. I am upset with myself for it, because it means I am rejecting the success granted to me by God.” He never mentioned Samra or Yasmine as he spoke, but Anna had a suspicion of who he was talking about. Little more was said between them that night and Anna retired to her room. She couldn’t deny how ardently she was drawn to him. As a person, he was warmhearted and good; but, there was a mystery to him that hid his unhappiness. It was a mystery she set upon herself to solve. Anna sat at her desk and pooled over her notes trying to draw a connection.

‘Educated at the Zurich Imperial Academy , Double Major: economics and international business.| M.B.A with First Honours and a further studies in Finance at Cambridge.| Mother was a Dutch pediatrician from Friesland; Father was the Arabian Padishah Sultan Amood Al-Haddin.| Five years at the I.B.R.D branch of the World Bank is now independently wealthy with nine privately owned international companies.| Philanthropic Interest: Children’s Hospice; International Children’s Hospital: Infant Clinic; Al-Haddis Public Schools foundation; Educational Grants…,’ She read on for a few minuets before she put her writing pad down and covered her forehead with her hand. “My god Hamid…” she said to herself. “Why aren’t you happy?” She went over her notes all night until she fell asleep at her desk.

The week drew to a close. Anna’s bags were packed and stood by the door. For their last night she had dressed in a dark Arabic kaftan that wrapped around her as they lounged in a colorful Arabian lounge with golden lights, mountains of pillows, and rich Turkish tapestries depicting running horses. The prince had been in good spirits as he sipped his tea, even though he dreaded that it was their last evening together and he could no longer hold off the conversation he needed to have with her.
“I like this room… it’s a bit of an Orientalist nightmare,” she joked, “but, I like it.” The prince chucked and rested his head in his hand, growing still and serious.
“-Anna…” he said with sudden earnest. “- I can’t continue hiding my affection for you. You must know, I believe you’re going back to America would be a mistake when I so ardently believe that you belong here with me. I don’t know how to explain it, but since you arrived at my home it is as if you have given my spirit breath.”

Anna had no words, but cupped his face. In an instant her lips found his, her hands clutched his hair, and her nose pressed hard against his in a rough kiss. Intently he kissed her back with his wet tongue and lips that pressed deeply into her blushing mouth. Supporting her weight against him, she kissed his lips deeply before she came to her senses and let him go.
“How can this work? You’re a prince! You have two wives.” It was a legitimate concern. How could she fit into his world?
“Anna,” he said as he placed a calm kiss on her throat, “This path was chosen for me. Eight years ago, my father demanded a debt of loyalty be paid to him. He had me marry to solidify our family alliances and continue his line …. I didn’t ask for it, or choose it for myself, but it was expected of me and he had given me so much that I could not refuse him.” Anna was dumbstruck. It all made sense. It was as if the final piece of his puzzle had been snapped into place and his mystery was solved. “I have married for my father and I have married for my country… but, now I want something to satisfy my own heart. I want to make you happy. I want the world for you. I want to give you babies. I want you to live here with me in love.” At this moment Anna felt the same way though she couldn’t express it. She wanted to be his in every way. Lover, friend, confidant, mother to his children, but she was afraid she couldn’t; their lives were so different. Her mouth opened to say something!
, but the words choked in her throat and she had to cover her mouth to keep from sobbing. The prince held her close and stroked her hair, “I won’t rush you into a decision. Just know that I feel very deeply for you, and tonight I want to show you how much.”

With that final sentiment the prince pulled her into him and laid her like a jewel in the soft cushions. He could feel Anna’s heart pound and her hands shake as she kissed him briefly before submitting to the floor. Unhooking his kaftan at the neck, he allowed her to slip his clothes off his toned bronze shoulders and down his trunk. Anna pressed her lips to his nude torso and tenderly kissed his pectoral muscles before she dragged her tongue down his mid-chest to taste the flesh just below his stomach. The sensation was incredible and Hamid gave a sharp intake of breath as she teased and sucked the ridgeline of his pelvic joint. From the vantage point on her knees she could feel his stiff erection swell against her clavicle. She paid special attention to his lower body, as she bathed his body with her warm, wet tongue. His skin tasted like the desert wind, hot and enticing.

At the moment she breathed him in and surrendered to the pleasure of his body she was his. It was all effortless; it felt like she belonged to him. Hamid held her strong at the back of her neck as she lightly kissed his flesh.
“You’re an angle,” he said breathlessly. “I knew it from the moment I saw you.” With a firm hand, he pulled her up and dominantly brought her to the wall. Anna held her hands above her head, while she let him undress her to a brief pair of silken panties. Lightly, he ran his hand down Anna’s creamy contours and molded his hands over her soft, heaving, breast.
“Your heart is beating very fast. Does it please you when I squeeze?” he asked as he kneaded her tits in his hands. All Anna could do was wordlessly nod to him. “Then it must arouse you when they’re tasted,” he teased. Hamid bent his head and took her fat, pale, teat into his mouth. She almost gagged with pleasure as he tongued over her supple breast. He moved his mouth over her other nipple and suckled the areola until it was hard and wet in his lips. It felt wonderful to taste her, soft, tits; and the grateful nature in which she responded only made the prince want to please her further. With a gentle touch, he trailed his hand down her body and rested it on her warm, panty covered, crotch. Erotic tingles went through her body as he ran his finger over the outline of her wet sex-slit. Anna bit her lip as she felt him massage her hot genitalia through her lingerie. Already wet, she could hear the intimate squish of her excited pussy as he fondled her.
“Your pussy is talking to me,” he said. He pulled her panties to one side and exposed the damp, cum-whiskers of her gap. “Your pussy is telling me it’s very hungry,” he concluded as he delved past her hairy lips and into the wetness of her folds.
Her body screamed for him. She whimpered like a hungry dog as he began to pet her aroused slit. Like a wanton, sex-starved, whore Anna rocked her pelvis with each caress over her clitoral-hood.
“Unnnugh… don’t tease me. Oh please, it feels so good. Touch me deeper,” she pleaded as Hamid continued to finger-bang her juicy twat. His knuckles dipped past the soft petals of her sex and into her steamy fuck-hatch, where he pleasured her until Anna’s knees buckled from the salacious petting. Just as her lusty body could take no more, he pulled out of her folds and dragged his hand to her panting mouth, coaxing her to suck the fluid off his fingers.
“I want you to taste yourself,” he directed as he ran his wet, musky, fingers over her tongue. Anna opened her mouth wide to gratefully receive his hand as she licked her womanly sent off his knuckles. “Do you know what you taste like?” he asked her. Anna shook her head. “You taste like your ready.”

Hamid swept her off her feet and carried her effortlessly to the soft Arabian pillows that lay on the floor. Anna settled on her back and watched memorized as the prince spread her legs and knelt between them.
“Tonight, your body belongs to me,” he told her as his fingers hooked around the band of her panties. In the delirium of lust, he tugged at the sodden cloth until the seams popped and he was able to rip them away from her body. Anna screamed with delight as the material was pulled away and she was surrendered naked before him, except for the tattered lingerie that hung off her feet. The prince smiled in admiration at her body as his hands ran over her creamy, wet, thighs.
“Surrender your body,” he commanded as he moved his fingers over her puffy vaginal-lips. Anna closed her eyes and let him push her legs lewdly apart so that her soggy pussy opened to him. Hamid scooped his palms under her bottom and pulled her ass into him. He gazed at her steamy crevice and wet his lips with his tongue while he leveled his mouth with her aroused sex. Hot breath fell on her impassioned love-box before she felt his tongue draw over her velvety outer-lips. Hamid moaned slightly as he parted her folds to taste more of her cunt. “Delicious… Give me more Anna,” he ordered as he pressed his entire mouth to her quivering snatch.
“Unnnnug! Ohhhh God!” Anna screamed as she became unhinged and almost crushed his head between her thighs. “Oh yes… Lick me! Lick my pussy…give it to me deeper,” she gasped. Forced hold her legs down on either side of him, Hamid braced himself against her thighs as he lapped her succulent clit. He nestled his nose in her thick patch and teased her fleshy lips as his tongue penetrated into the juicy pit of her pleasure-hole. Anna could feel him as he licked her core and slopped his tongue around her grasping fuck-hole.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop… Ohhhh! Please, please…I can feel your mouth bathe my pussy.”
He cupped her twat and slid his thumb into her in order to gingerly stroke her sensitive nub with circular motions. The wet, sticky, pleasure of having her pussy licked was incredible and she could not help herself as she rocked her body towards his face. As his mouth moved inside her, he ran his tongue along her vaginal walls and feathered her clit with his lips. Hamid loved the lustful taste of his lover as her hot liquid-sex poured over his taste buds. To him she tasted like an exotic fruit; juicy, warm and sweet.
For Anna, the feeling was beyond anything she had ever experienced before. His tongue lapped at her clitoral hood and expertly made slow gentle circles along her folds. She moaned in appreciation and begged him not to stop. The prince was thrilled by the way her body responded to this touch; she was so wet, her pussy was so grateful to him. He pulled back and licked the entire length of her slit, leaving her wanton genitals dripping with his saliva. He continued to pry her knees apart as he ate her, only occasionally coming up for air as he powerfully anchored himself on her legs. Anna was close now. She felt the familiar tingle in her body as he bathed her cunt with his wet tongue.

“I’m going to cum,” she warned as she felt his tongue slither inside her hole. “Oh yes! Oh yes! You’re making me cum!” Anna shouted his name as he pressed his mouth deep inside her inviting twat. The reporter’s hips ground her pretty snatch into his face, while Hamid delved deep into her wet folds. Sensing her approaching orgasm, the prince furiously lapped her pleasure-slit. The wetness engulfed him as she twisted her wanton body underneath him. Blinding erotic heat surrounded Anna who clenched her teeth as her pussy begged for release. Her ass bucked off the cushions as she felt herself start to peak.
“Oh Hamid! I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Unnug- Unnug -Unnnnug!” Suddenly, her genitals exploded in erotic contractions as he moaned inside her pussy. She tensed him his arms; her whole body trembled violently as she orgasmed in a frenzy of ecstasy. She screamed his praises as the prince took her to new heights of carnal pleasure. “Mmmmm… thank you! Mmmmm…I’m cumming so hard.” Hamid held her legs down until he felt her body calm and he was able to pull his drenched face away from her hungry snatch. Once more, he slid his hand over her shuddering pussy before he pulled himself up and stood before her.

Anna reached up and slid both her hands down his chiseled body while she got on her knees in front of him. Her hungry eyes fell on his jutting phallus that lolled eagerly from his body. His cock was beautiful. It was perfect. The soft prepuce unsheathed his flawless organ that was ingrained with deep veins and a thick, meaty, cock-head. Full, cum-laden, balls hung low and heavy below his engorged scrotum. She brought her face to his huge staff and grabbed him at his root with her fist. The prince gasped in acute agony.
“I promise it won’t bite,” he joked as he felt her grip tighten on him. Anna blushed and relaxed her hold. His meat swelled in her hand as she adoringly kissed the hot, pulsating, shaft. It had been so long since the prince felt a woman’s lips on his hard flesh, he could barely control himself as her tongue rolled over his meaty dick-head. Anna felt him shudder as she swabbed the rubbery cap of his fuck-muscle; she enjoyed his bliss filled groans as her tongue spooled over the oozing piss-hole. The gooey pre-cum stuck to her lips and left long seminal ropes dripping from her mouth. The prince took her lightly by the back of the head as she ran her tongue the length of his shaft. She caressed his swollen glands with a slow steady rhythm while his aroused dick throbbed in her hand. The lust-bone was so strong in her hand, Anna couldn’t close her fingers around it. She looked up at him from the floor. She had some anxiety about being able to swallow him, but she braced her !
arms around his thighs and puckered her lips over his hulking pleasure-tool, sucking the bulbous head past her taste buds.
“Mmuummph,” Anna gagged as he slid down her mouth a few inches before she bobbed her head back up and gasped for air. She tried again, her mouth filled with cock. She could taste the salty pre-cum as it trickled onto her tongue and dripped out the sides of her mouth and down her jaw. Anna’s head again pulled up from his organ as she caught her breath.
“Please don’t stop. Your mouth feels so good against me. Do it again,” he begged her.

Anna moaned and closed her wet lips over his throbbing love-meat; she slid his shaft down her throat until his erection bottomed out at the back of her esophagus. Her sucking lips on his hard organ felt so good that he could not resist pushing his hips forward, driving his shaft down her mouth until her nose hit his groin. Anna swallowed his throbbing loins and nursed the hot genitalia in her mouth before she came up for air. She pulled up and ran her hand the length of his penis to rhythmically caress the hard shaft while her tongue swirled around his meaty head. She opened wide, her jaws locked around his girth as she suckled him noisily. The lusty reporter struggled to keep from gagging as she bobbed her head along his tool. The prince pumped his hips, fucking her face as she sucked him. He banged his crotch into her nose as he jammed his huge, mushroomed, head down her cum-coated esophagus. His sweating balls slapped her chin and she gulped down the cocktail of saliv!
a and pre-cum in her mouth. The messy juices slipped out her jaws to her chest. The prince couldn’t help but notice how the pearly cream dripped off her teats that bounced wildly as she blew him. The sight of her and feel of her soft tongue on his cock was too much; he struggled and pulled himself away before he ejaculated down her throat.
“No,” he told her. “Not yet.”

The prince flung her down in the cushions, where she supported herself like a dog on her hands and knees. She reached back to feel her tight slit that begged to be filled with his hot meat. She spread her knees apart as he knelt behind her. The prince pumped his throbbing erection in his fist before he let it rest against her entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he pressed his bulging dick into the soft nest of her prostrated genitalia.
“Yes…,” she whimpered. “Please, give it to me. I want you inside me.” That was all the encouragement Hamid needed. The prince took aim. He teased her folds with his hard cock by running the shaft flat through her fat pussy-lips. He pressed forward. Slowly, the crown of his stiff hard-on penetrated into her dripping sex. Anna’s knees buckled as his blunt fuck-muscle forced past the lips of her pussy and entered her. She gave an animalistic grunt as his sex-meat poured into her wet hole.
“Uunnnnugh! I can feel you filling every inch me,” Anna cried out. The prince marveled at how tight she was as her stretched fuck-hatch embraced his shaft. He thrust into her and fed his pussy-splitter to her body until he was able to sink balls deep in her steamy cunt. As she submitted to his touch, Hamid stayed still with his length buried in her for a long time, to let her get use to his size. Her pussy was stuffed with his incredibly sizeable cock. Anna pushed back in desperation to get him to plunge inside her, but Hamid controlled her at the waist. Instead, he yanked her into his body and viciously impaled her on his fuck-meat. The force drove him deep into her pussy like she wanted.

“Oh god…like that! Take me,” she begged. Her love tunnel clamped tightly around his dick as he began to take her with violent thrust, letting his heavy balls spank her horny twat. Anna hardly had breath as he pumped his burning erection into her hot snatch. She could hear her hungry fuck-hole slurping obscenely as it clutched at his pleasure-tool. “Fuck me… make me take it like a dog,” she cried on all fours as she was fucked from behind.

Hamid held her waist and slammed into her, he savored the sight of his rapid cock as it disappeared into her fleshy meat-hole. He felt her wetness as he hammered his cum-makers against her mound.
“Tell me how I feel inside you,” he demanded.
Anna was lost in ecstasy as he filled her deep and hard. The fuck-juices from her scorching twat drenched his groin as she struggled to find the words.
“I can feel your baby-maker deep in my pussy. It’s so hot, plunging in and out of me. Uunnnugh! My pussy is stuffed with your cock; it’s like your splitting me apart.” Anna spread her knees wider to let him drive into her sex-slit with increasing speed. She was in heaven as his hips battered his cock into her sweet hole. It felt as if his hot tool had plunged into her core as pounded her ass with his torso. “Unnnug- You fuck me so good. Don’t stop. Nhhhhh- make me cum,” she cried.

Anna looked down to watch his shaft slide in and out her pussy as the walls of her sopping cunt squeezed him from inside. She felt packed as Hamid’s warm loins humped her twat. She barely maintained to herself on her hands and knees as he fiercely pounded into her. Her tits bounced wildly in rhythm with the prince’s vigorous thrust in her slippery canal.
“Please give it to me! I can feel you so deep. Fuck me harder... make me take it,” she panted while he viciously slammed his dick into her pussy-lips. Her cunt was swollen with ecstasy as the prince fucked her from behind. She moaned with desire as the prince pulled her into his pounding crotch with fast, furious, strokes. His heavy balls smacked the tender flesh of her dripping folds as he drove into her tight fuck-hole.
“Please don’t stop fucking my pussy … please, I want it so bad. I love it; my body is on fire…”

Aroused by the pleasure of his powerful organ stuffed into her wet box, Anna shouted his name over and over as she begged him for more. Her whole body shook from the onslaught she received from the force of his hips connecting with her buns.
“Fuck my pussy like you own it,” she growled through the lusty haze of her coitus. His balls were drenched with her juices as they collided with her pussy. His body moved violently as his thick shaft thumped her snatch. Anna’s tits heaved forward with each of the prince’s strokes between her legs; and her breathing was ragged from the sensation of the erection relentlessly being fucked into her. “Yes! I like it… ohhhhh, give it to me! You’re so deep inside me!”

With his heavy balls nestled beside her slit, he began to move his ass in small circles; slowly turning his cock inside her so she could feel the full length of his hairy sausage as it throbbed deep in her cunt. He ground his hips against her, letting his balls rub against her sensitive pussy as he moved. Anna trembled as the shaft burrowed in her cum-craving twat, the erotic sensation drove her to the edge. The prince slowed his pace then slammed deep into her, corking his dick into her fuck-slit. The wind was knocked out of her and Anna fell prone on the floor with his giant phallus still embedded inside her. The prince caught his breath and slid his hands down the small of her back before he pulled himself out of her juicy hole. Anna gripped her abandoned pussy as Hamid lay on his back and beckoned her to him.
“Ride me,” he demanded. Anna went wordlessly to him. She straddled his body and slid her wet sex over his hips until the blunt head of his cock nudged against her cunt. Seductively, she pulled her pussy-lips apart and guided his dripping meat into her fuck-hatch. The prince let out a groan while his love-pole split her hairy curtains apart as she slowly sank onto his staff. His hands reached up and cupped her breast until she was eased down, fully impaled on his shaft. Anna gently rocked her hips forward. The prince strained underneath her closing his eyes to concentrate on the amazing feeling of her sensual body on top of him.
“You’re my angle,” he crooned as she began to ride him. “The way I fit inside…- it’s like you were meant for me.”

Anna threw her head back and slid her ass back and forth to rub her pubic mound against his hairy crotch. She drove his naked cock hard and deep as she cradled it in her damp hole. She wanted his love, she wanted his body, she wanted him to cum inside her and plant his seed in her belly. The prince lifted his head and licked the nipple of her breast. He rolled his tongue over the sweet teat which excited the young reporter that moaned and bucked faster over his groin.
“Suck me,” she begged. “I want to feel your mouth on my tits while I ride you.”
Hamid opened his mouth over her plump breast. He slathered his tongue around the protruding nipple until he felt it grow hard against his rough tongue. He coated her breast and fleshy areola with his saliva as he sucked her aroused teat with long strokes. Anna held onto him tightly and humped his dick while he pleasured her soft bosom. Their bodies clapped together with the lewd, wet sound of their love-making. She bounced her eager cunt along his rod until her legs were jelly and she collapsed exhausted on top of him. She held him panting until Hamid loosened her grip on him and placed her down in the pillows.
“My poor angle, I’ve exhausted you,” he said as she lay spent on the floor. He took her in his arms and gently kissed her over her face. “Its okay…” he assured her, “You’ve made me very happy and nothing more need to happen tonight.” Anna hugged him at the small of his back while he covered her forehead with light kisses. She loved him. She loved everything about him. His spirit, his kindness, the taste of his skin on her tongue, his masculinity, the way his hard shaft filled every inch of her tight pussy; but most of all, she had loved him for this; his tenderness, his generosity, the way he made love to her as if only to fulfill her desires.
“Please…” she pleaded with him. “Please… I want you to cum inside me. I’m asking you – I’m begging you. Give it to me.” Hamid kissed her soundly on her lips, and asked her if she was certain. “Please, please, give it to me. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow when I get on that plane, but I know that right now this feels right.” The prince kissed her again and climbed on top of her body. He put a hand on each of her creamy legs and gently pulled them apart so her pussy was exposed to him. It looked like a jewel.

Hamid placed the mushroom head of his cock at her slit and started to push his hips into her. The prince penetrated her tightness as his fat dick slid into her juicy cavern. Anna could feel his shaft ease slowly forward until the swollen cap forced its way past her lips and disappeared into her fuck-hole. Her legs extended as far apart they could so she could feel her naked, open, pussy stretched around his dick. Now that he was inside her opening he started to slide into her oily cum-hole. Driven by the sensation of being gripped by her contracting pussy, the prince gave a few hard strokes into her body. Anna pushed her up at him as he worked his length into her cunt. Exhilaration absorbed him, he couldn’t hold back any more and plunged his hips into hers, ripping his meat into her pussy as he buried himself inside her.
“Ohhhhh!!” Anna screamed as his vicious organ sank into her tight sex. Hamid could feel the walls of her pussy clench around his cock. He moved his ass back and forth as he started to fuck her. Anna’s lips opened in ecstasy as he drove his hard organ into her tight snatch.
“Unnnugh… please cum inside me. Let me feel you fill my pussy with your seed.” Hamid held onto her, lost in his own arousal as he crammed his shaft over and over again into her stuffed pussy. Her genitals were stretched taunt around his thick cock as Hamid fucked his meat into it. “You’re so deep inside me, I can feel my vagina clutching you as you fuck me.” Anna couldn’t believe how satisfied she felt with Hamid’s massive loins in her tight hole. The prince lengthened his strokes and pulled his erection just far enough so the tip remained buried in her opening before he fiercely drove it far inside her pussy.
Anna’s drenched fuck-hole was raw with lust as his shaft pummeled her. She pulled her haunches a few inches off the ground, to let his balls flog her leaking snatch. The muscular action of his hips humping into her ravished cunt was proving too much for her.
“Take my pussy! Uuuunugh…. Take it! Fuck your hot, sticky baby-juice inside me,” Anna cried. The prince kept a brutal pace while he watched his lover scream his name in total abandon. She knew she couldn’t hold on much longer, her hot pussy begged to have his cum flood deep inside it. The prince thrust into her cunt with greater force so that his heavy ball-sack spanked her well-fucked thwat as he plunged into her fuck-hatch. He savored the noise of his body clapping against her and the feel of her drenched pussy contract around his cock; he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Oh Anna. I’m going to cum inside you. I can feel it approaching; I’m going to drown your sweet pussy with my seed,” he roared as he fucked into her with short brutal strokes.
“Yesss! Oh God!! I want it! I want you to cum inside me!! Please!! Give it to me! Give me your cum!”
He was deep into her wet hole when his body exploded in a mind shattering orgasm. The prince gave a carnal grunt and slammed his cock into her; filling her snatch with his thick, creamy, seed. Anna felt his throbbing fuck-rod swell inside her as he poured his hot ejaculate into her cum-dripper. It was too much; her whole body tensed and she began to shake violently as the earth shattering orgasm took over her. Anna screamed his name as her pussy clenched down his unrelenting cock and she felt his warm sperm fill her hair-pie. The prince’s balls continued to unload and flood her cervix with his hot cum as he shot jet after jet of creamy spunk inside his lover’s drenched canal.
As their climax began to subside, he gave a final thrust into her to let her feel the last spurts deposit deep inside her cavern before he withdrew his cock from her ravished cunt. A surge of thick cum gushed from her slobbering pussy as he pulled out and collapsed exhausted next to her. Anna was still trying to catch her breath from the intense fuck she had just received. The prince ran his hand down her belly and through the cum-soaked bush as his pearly ejaculate bucketed out of Anna’s drenched pussy.

She curled into him and fell into his embrace. It was a wonderful feeling as she drifted to sleep in his arms of being in love and beloved by her man. Hamid watched her long after she had fallen asleep, unable to take his eyes off her. It was as if he was trying to savior every moment he had left with her. He couldn’t force her to stay, even though he knew her leaving was a mistake.

Before sunrise the next day Anna left Sherazade without waking the prince who slept serenely at her side. The Hummers were waiting in the dark morning to drive her out the country side and away from his life forever. Anna sat dejected in the comfortable chairs of the jet. She had everything. She had her story, she had the world, but it seemed so hollow now. The only comfort was the belly full of her lover’s seed that she could still feel inside her. The plane took off, as Anna held her stomach; wishing and hoping.

Six weeks later Anna sat alone in her apartment condo overlooking the busy New York skycape. The article on ‘The Sympathetic Prince’ had run in the Times weeks earlier and had earned Anna a top office and the respect of the journalist world. None of this seemed to matter anymore to Anna who stared out the window as a rainstorm pelted the grey city below. She ran her hand over her expectant belly. She still had about eight months before she was due, but it was weighing heavily on her mind. The city was grey and the honking horns and flashing lights no longer excited her. She watched the yellow cab lines pull off from the curb. There was a flashing police light reflecting off the wet pavement and the sound of sirens from down the block. She closed the drapes and sunk into the chair and held her head in her hands. ‘How can I go back to him now?’ she thought. She had run off like a thief in the night and hadn’t even told him when the doctor said she was having his baby. Even!
though they both wanted to be pregnant, Anna didn’t want him to feel obligated to marry her for it. Maybe he had fallen out of love with her. Maybe he was angry at her for leaving. Maybe he had paid Yasmine and conceived a new baby with her. It was silly and irrational she knew, but what could be done now? She couldn’t go back even though she still loved him.

There was a knock at the apartment door and Anna got up to answer it. Three police officers and an agent in dark aviator sunglasses stood in the hallway with vacant expressions. The agent went to say something to her, but a man from his left pushed past him.
“-Let me pass,” said the man in the dark suit in earnest as he moved the agent aside and came into her doorway.
“Hamid!” Anna gasped.
“Anna - -”
He was soaked through with rain as he stepped through her threshold closing the door behind him.
“Your majesty; for security, we must insist that the door- - ,” started the agent but the prince quickly cut him off.
“- - Give us a minuet!” he shouted back.
He took her arm and led her wordlessly to the back end of her condo so they wouldn’t be heard.
“What are you doing here?” she asked him nervous, but at the same time so grateful to see him.
“I keep going over it in my head,” he told her still holding her arm. “And I can’t let you go. Everything in my soul says you’re meant to be with me.” Anna couldn’t find her breath. “It took me six weeks of security clearance, but I took a plane to America -”
“-but your afraid to fly!”
“-I did it to find you and claim you and take you home to Sharazade. See me not as a prince, but as the man that loves you and is asking you to be his wife and leave with him now.”
There were no more words. Nothing left to say or be said. No one even noticed as a presidential motorcade sped down the busy boulevard. No one would have known she was gone had it now been for the empty brownstone or a small editorial in the New York Times titled ‘The American Princess.’

The prince married her as his first wife only grew more in love and devoted to Anna as her belly swelled with his child. Humiliated that a foreigner had usurped her position for financial gain Yasmine opted to remain in Paris out of spite. Anna made a home at Sharazade and was received with all the love, attention, and affection as that of a Queen.