Atza Nice
Lovers at play

CHAPTER ONE

Sheik Abdullah tilted back in the big leather chair in his Houston hotel room, watching the voluptuous young salesgirl, Dawn Peters, lean forward across the coffee table to show him another one of the new fall negligees. Her long beautiful legs were crossed and angled to the side. He let his eyes surreptitiously slide down their silken length when his third wife, Saraifa, turned to the long racks of sensuously colored negligees. Dawn lifted her arms toward the rack, and Sheik Abdullah felt his whole gut tighten at the hugely billowing mounds of her tits under the light cotton dress. What the hell was he sitting here arguing with the beautiful salesgirl for? He didn't give a damn right now whether or not his wives wore pink or blue in bed, or if they ever got their cursed negligees. To hell with them. This salesgirl was made for fucking, and fucking only. He should know; he had enough wives!

"You see, Sheik, beige is the 'in' color for negligees this year, and though it is a lovely shade, I think a woman feels more… sensuous in the other colors." Her blue eyes were earnest and sincere, so beautiful in their fringe of startling long lashes that a man could agree to almost anything just from looking into them. Sheik Abdullah took in her silky auburn hair tied loosely back in a ponytail, a severe hairdo except for the soft bangs that curled over her high smooth forehead. A man could also imagine what that hair would be like flung out on a pillow. The thick cream color of her skin set off those blue eyes and auburn hair. He looked at every bit of that skin that was visible, from her beautiful face with its straight aquiline nose and small determined chin, long delicate throat, graceful hands, then back to the throat and the creamy "vee" where her neckline cut off the view. But it didn't take much imagination to know that the rest of the skin on her long slender body was just as white and silky.

"You mentioned that you wanted to buy a number of articles from the store, so I've brought you a catalogue of the quality items that we sell." Dawn tugged her briefcase from the inside arm of her chair.

The sheik's wife, Saraifa, had had about all she could take. Her husband had been undressing the voluptuous salesgirl with his eyes ever since she had come into the hotel room. The Great Sheik of Rhadd with all of his wives and mistresses! Her husband always thought first of the cunt in a woman and then maybe if she was good at fucking, he thought of the woman herself. Easy, she cautioned herself, jealousy is not good. The beautiful salesgirl was making a bad job of selling her items. She, Saraifa, could make her do worse, but this time she would help the pretty cunt.

"Husband," Saraifa spoke up, taking a chair by the rack. Her husband permitted her to smoke, so she lit a cigarette. "Husband, if I may speak a moment, I think the girl's right. I think the colors should be more sensuous than beige."

Saraifa was a tall attractive Arab woman with long black hair twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck. She was beautiful, but underneath her beauty there was a hardness that should not be in anybody. It showed through the loveliness and marred the perfection of her features. Her face was hard now as she thought out a way to please her husband for she knew that his pleasure meant hers – her favors were returned. She would give him the beautiful little salesgirl.

"I think you are correct," Dawn said in her soft insinuating voice. "And I hope your husband will be willing to let me show you our full line." Dawn kept her eyes on the sheik, her heart thudding, her mind beating out an insistent prayer that she hoped would influence him. She had to get this sale! Her boss, Warren Mathieson, had made that perfectly clear before she left. "The Sheik Abdullah is one of our best customers. When he comes to town you can count on him to spend anywhere from ten thousand on up. We do not want to lose him as a customer. You must do anything he wants. And if you don't, and you lose his patronage, you're finished. Do you understand?"

She understood, and she swore she would do absolutely nothing that would jeopardize her job and career; she was too ambitious for that.

Saraifa looked at Dawn sitting there so intensely, willing the sheik to go for it. She was so beautiful she didn't look real, with the kind of beauty you didn't see very often, the kind that launched ships. "Husband, it is time I was leaving," the sheik's wife said suddenly, and stood up from her chair. "You will have no trouble in choosing what is right for us. Miss Peters, I trust you will be well?"

Saraifa was already at the door. She had much to do, and it would not be good if she stayed to see her husband fuck the little salesgirl.

The sheik excused himself to Dawn and walked his wife into the adjoining room. He caught her elbow. "You have something in your mind, do you not?"

Saraifa smiled maliciously. "No, Abdullah. You know me better than that. I am just thinking of your pleasure. There are not many beautiful girls like her in our country. I am handing her to you, darling. She's all yours. All you have to do is make her think that you are going to buy much but only for the price of her cunt."

"You are a most devious wife." He laughed, showing beautiful white teeth.

"Something like that, darling." Saraifa smiled conspiratorially.

"And you know me too well. One day there will be trouble with this knowledge."

"But not today?" She laughed softly as Abdullah kissed her cheek and gave her bottom an affectionate pat when she turned down the thickly carpeted hall lined with doors leading to the other rooms of the huge hotel suite.

Dawn heard the door close, but the carpet muffled the sheiks footsteps. She didn't realize he'd crossed the room again until she felt his hands on her shoulders.

"Now, would you like a drink, my dear?" His hands, big and well manicured, squeezed her, then trailed away as he came around to lean on the table right in front of her. There was something almost palpable in the air. Sheik Abdullah exuded such magnetism and charm that it was almost as though the atmosphere were full of electricity.

"I don't think you realize what's in store for you. With the amount of things I wish to buy, I demand a lot of work." He opened the ornately carved bar and began mixing drinks. His rich brown velvet eyes with the shaggy dark eyebrows burrowed into her as he worked. Dawn felt a warning signal go off in her head.

"Yes, I know that, Sheik, but we're prepared for that. That is why I am here."

"But buying the items from you doesn't mean that you get the commission for them if you displease me. I can even have you fired," he said slowly, letting each word sink in. He handed her a very large, icy martini.

Dawn's blue eyes widened as she realized that he knew how important this sale was to her. "But, I mean surely you don't expect…"

"I don't expect anything," Sheik Abdullah said sharply. "But I don't know if I will want to buy any merchandise yet."

"Well, I must admit… that's a blow, but I still want to try," Dawn said as calmly as she could, taking a long sip of her martini. God, she was tired, and he was giving her the creeps. An involuntary shudder ran up her arms.

"Very well." The sheik was looking her over frankly, mentally seeing the hugely billowing tits tumbling out so nakedly voluptuous. Her long thighs were still crossed, outlined by the light cotton dress that lay on her leg just above the knee, their shape, proportion, and angle making a small "vee" at the bottom of her lap that drew his eyes like a magnet. Yes, he was more than willing to let Dawn Peters try anything.

The nervous young girl stood up to edge away and out. This Sheik Abdullah was making her uneasy and uncertain by his insinuations and his efforts to throw her off balance. His wife had made him give in, but she had the terrible feeling that she, Dawn Peters, was going to reap the consequences.

"Thank you, Sheik. I do appreciate the opportunity."

"Finish your drink," he snapped.

"But I have to get…" Her words were cut short, for Sheik Abdullah grabbed her, crushing her against his well tailored body with the swiftness of a bird of prey. Dawn found her open mouth caught by his in a fierce kiss, the iron arms completely surrounding her, pulling her forward and into him. She was so surprised that for a moment she wasn't quite sure what really had happened, but she could feel his bruisingly demanding lips and hot breath. The expensive tobacco and linen smell of his clothes hit her nostrils, and the warmly hard, muscular domination of his arms and hands circling her rib cage and his fingers digging into her softly yielding asscheeks… and the unmistakably throbbing bulge of his cock, under the trousers, pressing insistently against her belly disturbed her. Did he truly think she was some naive little slut who'd be willing to use her body in order to sell him what he would probably buy anyway? She pushed hard against his chest with doubled fists, her briefcase falling to the floor unheeded.

Sheik Abdullah held her easily, hardly exerting himself. Despite her height, and she must have been at least five seven or eight, taller now in her wedged sandals, she was completely defenseless against his strength, her sensuously curved form cushioned in firmly ripe flesh. The lusciously trembling tits were crushed hard against his chest. So this hot little bitch doesn't like paying the price, he thought, amused. Well, they all decide differently when things get right down to the pay-off. Sheik Abdullah shoved his tongue brutally into her warm wet mouth, forcing it past her teeth. He clutched her even closer, one softly curved little asscheek in his big hand. She was a wild thing, trying to claw at his face now. He ignored it, concentrating on the feel of this delectable creature, already imagining undressing her. He liked wild things. Taming them made him master of himself again.

The beautiful salesgirl struggled hard, panting through her flaring nose in tortured breaths, but her beating fists and clawing fingernails didn't seem to affect him at all. This monster went right on kissing her, French kissing her with his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth, the hotly pressing hand covering and clenching her asscheeks. She could even feel his heavily pulsing cock beating like a heart against her belly, flicking rhythmically against her like a pulse.

With a superhuman effort born of necessity, Dawn wrenched her mouth away and gasped, "Stop it. No, I won't," only to have his huge paw catch the back of her head, forcing her straining mouth back to his. She felt the strong fingers push through her tied-back hair, and the barret fell noiselessly onto the carpet.

This little cunt has to learn. It's me, Sheik Abdullah, who gives the orders. When I'm ready to let her go, I will, and not until then. He tongue-fucked into her mouth mercilessly, his fingers tearing out the pins in her hair while his hard muscular thigh forced itself between her long lithe legs to rub against the pubic bone arching beneath her clothes. She was whining now deep in her throat and straining as though his arms were a hated cage and she an animal wanting freedom. The sheik grabbed the salesgirl's flailing arms, pinning them down with one of his behind her back, his thigh shoving up even harder into her panty-clad cunt, which freed one of his huge hands to close over her wildly trembling tits.

Dawn was shivering with rage now and frustration – and fear. This brute was so strong and so determined that panic began to gnaw at her insides. How was she ever going to get out of this one? Even her legs were pinned with his hard thigh thrust obscenely between her own and his lewd grinding and rubbing of her pussy made her want to scream. She could feel her hair flowing down over her shoulders to the middle of her back, but that brutal hand still held her skull as though it were a shell he could break with his hands. The sheik had looked so gentlemanly, she thought hysterically, in his expensive tailor-made suit. They say clothes make the man. Hah! She would never believe that line again.

The feel of this lush young salesgirl's wildly quivering titties in his hands sent the blood coursing up into the sheik's already rigidly pulsating cock in ever-increasing tides. He could feel its long, growing length bundled painfully in his shorts, crushed against the yielding softness of her belly. Hefting her voluptuously rounded tit in his palm, he marveled at its perfect roundness. These were a real woman's tits, made to kiss and suck and bite, and by God, they'd soon be in his mouth!

The hotly caressing hand holding her tits sent an unwanted lassitude, like a cloud moving over the sun, wavering through Dawn's unwilling young body. Oh God! How had she let herself be trapped? She'd had men try to fuck her before, but she'd always managed to feel it coming and side-step them or laugh them out of it. But there'd only been the tiniest of warnings just before this beast of a sheik had grabbed her. Maybe her father had been right about her after all. Ambition would destroy her in the end. But her father had been so harsh to her, always trying to dominate her every thought. She'd felt more than justified in leaving home and living her own life, so that at the age of eighteen she'd been a young girl on her own. Now, four years older, she was on her way up to real success, or had been, until now.

Sensing her change in mood, Sheik Abdullah let his lips slide at last away from Dawn's wetly bruised mouth, down her cheek to the white column of her throat. His hand wormed its way inside the vee neckline to feel her hot satin flesh, his fingers snaking across one softly rounded shoulder inside the cotton dress, then poking down inside the edge of her bra toward the softly trembling mound of her tit. His mouth nibbled gently along her throat and ear and jaw. "Such a beautiful woman," the sheik muttered against the perfumed heat of her skin.

"Nooooooooooooo…!" The entrapped young girl moaned as she felt his eagerly searching fingers reach their soft goal, her sensitive little nipples, which hardened instantly to erect attention. An almost electric thrill jolted through her frantically struggling body as he pinched the nipple to a quiveringly hard peak of desire. An equally traitorous hotness had started in her shamelessly responding cunt and was gradually spreading its way upward like a flame engulfing a house. There was a chance, a small chance, that she might get away if she fooled him into thinking she was going to give in and really let him fuck her. Oh how could she have been such a fool? Such a blind ambitious fool! She relaxed a bit, hoping to trick him.

Grinning in triumph, Sheik Abdullah brought both hands around to fondle the succulent billowing tits, and began fumbling at the catch of her lace bra as his hotly searching tongue tip probed her inner ear like a small wet cock. Dawn forced herself, despite her erotically responding body's protests, to throw her arms up and push hard, then spun away from him, and ran desperately toward the door of the elegant hotel suite.

"Goddamn!" she heard him roar just as her hand closed over the huge brass knob. He caught her by the arms, his powerful hands like iron bands. Sheik Abdullah jerked her around brutally. "The door's locked."

A sudden fury shook her; the red haze of rage before her eyes made him look like a raving maniac. "I am not any little slut who's going to persuade you to spend your money. Let me go!" she panted as he shook her. "I'll scream." Tears of rage began pouring down her face.

"Who'd listen?" the sheik snarled. "And if they did, I'd only insist you were pulling the old 'rape' trick. Who's going to believe you over a rich man like me, you stupid little bitch!"

"Please, please," she begged, the helplessness closing in on her again. She knew the moment he had said it that he was right. He had only to say that she had started tearing her clothes off and stood there screaming rape in order to humiliate him. No one had to tell her Sheik Abdullah was an important man in the business world. Without a doubt, he'd be believed. The great Sheik Abdullah would never be accused of fucking her against her will. She was only a salesgirl, and a new one, with only two months as the head of the lingerie department. Her boss, Warren Mathieson, would fire her as ruthlessly as he'd fired the girl before her.

"And if you have any ideas about telling about this, forget it. I'll have you blackballed with every business in the country!" His hands bit into her arms cruelly, his lust-contorted face above her spitting out his anger. It couldn't be happening, but it was. She was going to be raped right here and now, and there was nothing she could do about it. Why had she even asked for this job? But she knew. She'd wanted this job as salesgirl more than she'd ever wanted anything! But how could she have predicted this insane performance by one of the customers whom she had to persuade to buy as much as he could? This was the last thing that would ever have occurred to her; that he'd expect her to let him fuck her in exchange for his buying out half the store.

The anger and terror on Dawn's face only made her more beautiful than ever. Her auburn hair streamed in silky wealth down over her shoulders. The blue eyes were wet, her abjectly tear-stained face more white than ever. The cotton dress had come unbuttoned so that the "vee" between her titties had widened and deepened, showing the white lace bra and the hugely billowing mounds foaming over the top. The sheik felt the hardness of his painfully jerking cock once more in his pants.

"Now you listen to me." He twisted her arms behind her and held them in a bruising grip. Then he ran his other hand up the back of her head to catch a handful of shining red waving hair, tilting her face up to him.

"You want to sell me some goods? Well, you'll have to sell yourself first."

Dawn stared in disbelief and horror as she was held completely captive by the desire-driven man, her face turned up to his snarling one, the brutal hands punctuating his words by tightening in her hair. Her brain was still refusing to believe that she was living this here and now. It's really just a dream – you'll wake in a minute. But her sensuously excited body, bruised and humiliated, but strangely aroused, knew only too well that it was real. The pain in her scalp and arms was real. The shuddering sobs rising in waves from her chest were real.

Even as she tried to believe it was a dream, some hidden part of her mind was functioning, telling her that this was her only chance to sell the sheik as much as she could. Besides, women were fucked all the time. She wouldn't die. She'd get the commission, secure her job, everything she wanted and needed. She really wouldn't be giving up that much except an exaggerated sense of pride.

"Now get your clothes off!" Sheik Abdullah flung her away from him. She stumbled, almost falling, but caught herself with a hand on the back of a chair. She was sobbing, struggling for breath, as he watched her cling to a chair back, fighting for control. By God, that was better! He hadn't fucked an innocent like this huge-titted little salesgirl in almost two weeks. Sheik Abdullah took off his suit jacket and began unbuttoning his vest.

"I said… get them off!"

Dawn's hands fluttered up to her gaping dress and found the last three buttons that closed over her slender waist and hips. It was as though she were blinded by the tears and the dress were an unfamiliar one. Her hands shook as she fumbled and struggled with the buttons.

Stripping swiftly, Sheik Abdullah walked over to the big armchair. He threw all his clothes on the floor and sat down to watch the helplessly weeping girl. His massively throbbing cock was jutting up like a gigantic redwood, and he stroked it fondly as he watched the show.

Dawn Peters was just reluctantly pulling her cotton dress off her smooth white shoulders when she turned slightly to free one arm at a time and saw Sheik Abdullah sitting there completely naked, the olive skin of his face and the smooth hairless skin of his chest giving him a Godlike appearance. His arms were enormously bulging logs, the muscles standing out in armored swells, forearms again barely covered with hairs. Dawn caught her breath as her eyes traveled down the great bellows of his chest to the hard flat belly that was bisected by his gigantic, heavily pulsing cock. It stood up like a battering ram! He was stroking his huge thickness tenderly, his brown eyes hooded by his heavy arrogant lids, as he watched her intently, the prey that had inadvertently stumbled into his lair.

The young salesgirl stood as if caught by a still photograph in the act of undressing, poised and startled, her dark auburn hair tumbled over her white shoulders, the bangs partially covering her frightened, wary eyes. One round white shoulder was bared, as well as her two billowing tits in the inadequate restraint of her small white lace bra. Her dress was opened all the way down to the beginnings of her copper-colored pussyhairs. Her skin was just as smooth and warm over her firmly flat little belly that was dimpled by the indentation of her navel. Remembering her long silken legs, Abdullah wondered what held the stockings up, for in this pose, she looked as though she might have been wearing no panties or pantyhose.

"Get on with it," he ordered, though he really was in no rush, for his eyes were feasting as they hadn't for a very long time. Slowly, she freed the other shoulder and then both arms, the light cotton dress clinging like a drapery around her gracefully curved hips. The sheik could see that she was still trembling as she stood for a moment watching him with fascinated, unbelieving, yet still frightened eyes as he deliberately stroked the shaft of his thickly pulsing cock. Her eyes widened even further. She'd never seen anything to equal the size of his prick, he thought with satisfaction, and she's not likely to see one bigger in the whole city.

The heavily throbbing prick with its thin little cum-slit in the head held Dawn's attention as though it were a snake that had cast a spell over her. Its sinister size and naked need, thrusting up obscenely to the light like a serpent, held her as it stuck up from the dark, pubic-haired basket of the sheik's lap. It would be rape, she thought in panic. No woman could ever willingly let that thing be fucked inside her cunt, for she'd be split open. The young, innocent salesgirl trembled more violently at the thought of being skewered by his heavily pulsing cock. All vestiges of the gentleman had been stripped away from the sheik with his clothes. She saw now a naked savage with only a need that must be satisfied regardless of cost or damage. Some deep inner knowledge recognized, knew, and answered that fact. Her dress slid down her hips to curl in a coil of cotton around her feet.

She stood in two wisps of white lace that were scarcely whiter than her skin except that they were cold white and her body was a white warmed by blood coursing through it and underneath the surface. The bra was hinged in the middle like an opened clam shell; it barely contained her softly trembling tits. The bikini panties were only a strip of white lace, and her pantyhose encased her long, perfectly formed thighs, knees, and calves. The sheik felt his belly constrict, and his hotly throbbing cock jump excitedly in his hand. He couldn't remember ever seeing anything so luscious as the almost naked beauty of the young salesgirl, Dawn Peters! Right now he felt like thanking his wife, but he already had. God knew what she would expect from this. His breath was coming in pants, stopping and starting, as he watched the beautiful, young innocent hesitantly perform the strip tease before him.

Next came the bra. The sheik sat very still, slowing his cock-stroking motions as he watched Dawn's shaking hand reach up to the hinge between her hugely billowing tits. A little fumbling and the white lace cups were slowly peeled aside to reveal the smooth, whitely trembling titties. They were even more beautiful than he could have imagined. The bra had been only an adornment, a convention, for it did nothing to support their immense weight. Her softly trembling tits hadn't sagged a millimeter when she pulled the bra cups away. The lacy wisps dangled by their straps down her arms and, as her arms fell, the useless garment slid off her hands to join the cotton dress.

A strange thing was happening inside Dawn for she was suddenly getting a perverse enjoyment from watching Sheik Abdullah's arousal as her nakedness increased. The magnetically hypnotic effect of the man was somehow working on her, easing her terrible fright to a weird tingle of anticipation, a curiosity, and an ambition to see what would happen next. She could feel his hungry eyes nuzzling and mouthing and sucking her nipples, and those eyes were almost as tangible as his huge hand had been before on her still tingling tits. Oh God. What was happening to her? Hid she been too long a single girl with no man of her own that suddenly the prospect of a man watching her strip completely naked and wanting to fuck her crazy was driving her insane?

In the five years now that she'd worked for the store, she'd never had time for men, for she'd been too busy rushing through her college degree and getting the work experience that she needed. A few furtive scattered experiences in the backs of cars and on couches of a roommate's apartment had been too few and so meaningless. Her hours had been too full of getting her career started, of making it on her own, and success had been enough.

The sheik's lecherous eyes were laving her body gluttonously, every sensuously voluptuous curve of it. The slenderness, the whiteness, the smoothness were unbelievable in their beauty. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, for the lush young redhead stood in only the strip of white nylon covering her soft, puffy cunt mound and the tan-colored pantyhose encasing her beautifully long legs. Her fingertips eased down her silky sides, slipping inside the lace bikini and the elastic of the pantyhose as she stepped out of the wedged sandals. Dawn began peeling the lace strip slowly down with the pantyhose, and the softly curling hairs of her reddish tinged pussy came into view, looking like a hotly blazing fire between her thighs.

The young salesgirl stripped the thin nylon down her legs until the white lace-topped bikini and pantyhose lay around her ankles. Slowly she toed them off her feet. The trembling had stopped now, as well as the quaking inside. A resignation had taken over. What had seemed an unreasonable and unlikely way to get to keep her job, a degrading and unfair way, she began to accept, since there was nothing else to do. Sheik Abdullah had blocked her every avenue of escape. He'd outmaneuvered her, and there was a grudging respect for that, even if she couldn't admire his methods. Somehow, with every increasing inch of her exposed nakedness, his mastery seemed to wane, and Dawn Peters felt stronger and more sure of herself. He was clearly mesmerized by her sensuously curved young body. She felt almost calm as she stood naked before him, clad only in the wealth of lustrously waving auburn hair falling down her back and the echoing, curled triangle of pussy fur up between her legs.

Again he stared at her, inventorying the incredible delights of this beautiful American girl whose perfection of face and body was unreal, a fiction, an image. Round where a woman should be round, slender where slenderness was needed. He sat for a long moment, his eyes locked on hers, but his peripheral vision saw all of her as she stood. One knee was bent slightly so that her cunthairs formed an apex for her long slender legs and a support for the flatly smooth plane of her belly. The curved hips swayed into a narrow waist and a fragile rib cage that looked incapable of supporting her white, hugely billowing tits. Dawn's lips were wetly parted, the lipstick gone, dissolved somewhere between their mouths earlier, but a natural, ripe color had taken its place.

Something about his gluttonous eyes changed suddenly. Dawn felt a clutch of fear in her diaphragm again. The sheik was looking at her as though she were one of the pieces of merchandise that she had been sent here to sell him, and his greedy eyes were assessing her value to him. His huge, thickly pulsating prick looked more menacing than ever. She shuddered and closed her eyes, her arms coming up to cross and shelter her softly quivering tits.

"Please… please…" she whispered.

"Come here," he commanded, the lust in his guttural bark tinged with venom.

The young redhead opened her eyes reluctantly and stared, somehow frozen to the spot of carpet where she stood, her toes sunk in its thick richness. "I… I don't want to sell you anything anymore," she whispered fearfully. "Please, please just let me go."

"You don't want to sell me anything!" he roared sarcastically. "Like hell you don't, you lying bitch. Don't pull that shit on me." Sheik Abdullah sat back in the high-backed chair again, turned her brutally to face him. One hand came out to spread her legs apart as he sat down. He was panting in great torturous breaths as he looked up at her helplessly shrinking body nakedly opened at the thighs.

Dawn felt him lift her then, the strong hands digging into her tender flesh as he grinned, fitted her into position above his lap, and then hammered her widespread cunt in one mighty thrust down onto the vicious, hotly pulsating spike of his huge cock. The pain seared through her pussy, tearing at her very vitals in one excruciating, rippling agony.