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BEE-6951B Lovers At Play by Atza Nice

Chapter 1

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

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