Egypt

Egypt

In the mist of a spring evening in Egypt, the Princess was indulging in her routine pampering. The Princess was born into perfection. Princess was caramel in complexion. The sun perfectly tanned her body in gold. Her body was finely shaped like a Coca-Cola bottle. Her hair was silky black, straight, and cut off at the shoulders. She always wore her makeup at all hours of the day during whatever activity she was involved in. Black eyeliner swept her eyes, as tiny gemstones set off the corners of her eyes. They only deepened her green eyes as they bear all the innermost secrets of her soul. Her lips were full and plump and touched with a ruby red tint that glistened with desire. Her voice was as tender as a summer breeze and the way she walked made her seem like she glided through air. To finish Egypt’s greatest creations, the Princess was wrapped in grace.

Princess was in her tub which was outlined with fine limestone and marble. The inside was filled with milk and mineral salts. Candles outlined the tub, and the sweet scent of jasmine filled the air. The Princess had a golden goblet filled with red wine and was being fed passion fruit by one of her servants. She usually has two to three handmaidens by her side at all times. On some occasions, she had male servants. She considered them her eye candy. However, on this day our Egyptian Princess wanted something to devour. Her favorite servant was overall rugged. His skin is tainted by the sun in uneven patches due to working in the fields. His black hair covered his hazel eyes which showed his gentle soul. He was shy by nature but he was able to follow every direction that the Princess coded. She signaled her servant that she was ready to be cleaned. She positioned herself so that her servant could help her up. The milk drops slowly rolled down her chest and turned down her breasts. It reached to the tip of her perky nipple and right before falling completely off her body, drops of water had begun to fall onto her body. Her servant held a container similar to a watering pot and began to rinse his master. She slowly began to turn as if she were the ballerina found in many music boxes. The water drops continued beading off her body.

The servant stepped away for a moment and came back with a fine linen robe to dress his Princess. He wrapped it around her and she introduced her arms into the sleeves. His fingers slightly caressed the side of her arms. She realized what he had done and how he actually enjoyed it. Then he finished putting the robe on her shoulders. He kept his eyes focused on the floor. Princess then lifted his chin so that they were staring at each other. She had sent him an undercover command but he was unwilling to obey it. Princess caressed Servant's face and brought it close to her. He felt her breath on his lips. She pressed her lips on his. He maintained his composure to Princess’s seduction. Princess insisted with her passion as she guided his hand onto her firm breast. He sighed. It was a perfect handful. He fell weak to her bidding with his available hand he peeled her robe off her shoulders.

The Princess stood before him as if she were one of the eight wonders of the world. He placed his lips on the nape of her neck and slid his lips as he lowered himself just as his hands slid down her profile. His lips slowly stopped at her breast. His tongue left his mouth as it wandered on her silky skin. Princess felt chills going down her body. Her nipples got harder as he placed them in his mouth. She couldn’t help but to moan in arousal. She participated by running her hands through his hair and pulling it back to see his sexy eyes. His eyes were full of hunger as he glided his hands to her back end and held it tightly. He started kissing underneath her breast as he aimed down to her naval. He felt goose bumps arise through her skin as she started to breathe heavily.

Servant’s hunger grew as he looked for her buried treasure. He worked lower onto her pelvic bone. For the first time, he took a look at the Princess’s treasure chest. It was well groomed, with a little landing strip aimed at her ultimate pleasures. With his hands, he pried her legs open a little. It was just enough so he could nest his mouth on her perfectly shaped clitoris. His tongue commenced to probe her intimate areas. Princess began to quiver at his technique. The servant tasted the forbidden juices. For a second, Princess tried to step away, but Servant brought her closer to him. Princess’s resistance ended and she enjoyed this stimulation. She played with her breasts to keep them lively.

Servant continued to please the Princess as he slowly lowered her onto a mound of pillows that she had on her bed. She sat upright as Servant inserted a finger into her uncharted cave. A loud moan echoed into his ear as she lowered her torso onto the silky pillows. She kept her back arched and tossed her head back as Servant recaptured his lost treasure. He enjoyed how his Princess’s body quivered in enjoyment. Princess then held onto one of her silk-covered pillows. Occasionally, she placed the pillow over her mouth and a loud moan escaped.

As Servant continued to excavate her treasure, her river began to overflow. The servant was ready to let his ship sale into the wild waters. He had pulled Princess closer to the edge of the bed where he could easily set sail. His massive yacht might not fit into her small tunnel, but with skill, Servant pierced the entrance. The servant felt the tightness. It was very pleasing to him and curious to know how the rest felt. Trying to be as gentle as possible, he pushed himself deeper inside. Princess moaned with every little thrust that went into her. She felt herself grow weak as she lost herself in the pleasure. He felt her wrapped tightly around him. Princess got more involved by wrapping her legs around his waist. He grinned since he knew he was doing Princess’s bidding. He leaned over to her still holding himself up with his well-built arms. The thrusting became more intense and more frequent. Princess slid up and down the shaft. She squeezed tighter on his shaft as she reached her climax. Her back was fully arched as she pressed her chest on his. Princess wrapped her arms around Servant’s torso. She dug her nails deep into him and she left scratch marks. Climax made its mark as they both exchanged their ecstasy with each other.

The event ended with a sigh. Then there was a deep breath. They stared at each other. A moment of silence filled the room. The servant suddenly remembered that he was just a servant. He quickly stepped away and placed himself at a proper distance from his master. The Princess laid on the pile of pillows admiring her Servant. She smiled at him as she sent him away.