The Inside Job ((LitShark & haremfaery))

[LitShark]

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Prince Farooq Kalifa was on a roll. He’d come away from the high-limit Baccarat room up 1.5 million Euros, and now he was throwing number after number at the main floor Craps table—all-in-all, it was shaping into a delightful last night in Monaco for the young prince. He ordered another Scotch on the rocks by wiggling two fingers in the direction of the nearest hostess just as he began rattling the dice again.

“Twenty on the hard six,” Farooq told the pit boss, letting the bowtie-wearing stick man slide two rectangular plates off of the stack in front of him, once the bet was placed Farooq let the dice tumble down the table.

“Six! The hard way, player makes his point.” the pit boss announced as the dice came to a rest, eliciting a loud cheer from the ever-growing crowd around the Craps table.

There was a brief pause while the pit bosses made their way around the table, paying out bets placed all around the pass line. Farooq’s payout came last, as they had to carefully stack the ten-thousand Euro tiles beside his various wagers that he’d placed during his roll. He passed the dice to the next shooter and laid three tiles on the pass line as his drink arrived. Tipping the hostess with hundred Euro chips, Farooq made room for the young Spanish woman who seemed eager to take over the roll. Some among the crowd around the table made dismayed sounds and backed off their bets, irritated at the slight breach of etiquette she’d committed by taking the dice away from the hot hand.

“Majesty, don’t you think that it’s about time to wrap up and return to your suite?” Ahmad whispered to Farooq, his personal bodyguard and oldest friend, “we fly back in the morning and you haven’t slept for more than four hours in—“

“Relax Ahmad,” Farooq replied, taking a sip of his Scotch before going on, “it’s not like we can miss our flight. I own the plane.”

“Just so, Majesty.” Ahmad answered with a nod.

“The point is three,” the pit boss announced, using the long, wooden stick that he carried to push the dice back across the table to the lady who’d rolled a three, causing those around the table to continue grumbling with dissatisfaction, some even hedging their bets by placing chips on the don’t pass line.

“Seven! Craps. No point.” the stick man announced as soon as the dice came to rest, causing a dismayed groan to ring out from those around the table. The stick man slid the dice back to the woman who’d just crapped out. “Next round, place your bets.”

“Oy! Why don’t you give it a rest there, missus. Let the Paki bloke roll again, won’t ya?” an Australian, who was visibly drunk, called from across the table, “you’ve lost us enough money, don’t ya think?”

“Cosa ha detto?” the young woman asked, puzzled that anyone could be upset with her in the tight fitting, gold minidress she was wearing.

“I’m Saudi, and why don’t you let the girl roll her point?” Farooq responded, laying a reassuring hand on the woman’s back, left bare by her dress, “I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”

Farooq backed up his words by sliding eight of the ten-k tiles onto the pass line. When the Italian looked to him for reassurance, Farooq just nodded and smiled. The woman looked to be focusing very hard as she jostled the dice about in her fist, causing her breasts to jiggle faintly. The Australian just rolled his eyes and bet heavily on the don’t pass line. Just as the Italian woman seemed to be ready to throw, Farooq took hold of her wrist and planted a gentle kiss on the back of her wrist.

“For luck,” Farooq smiled when she gave him a puzzled look, but she smiled back before tossing the dice.

“Seven! A winner!” the stickman exclaimed, setting the table to cheering once more. The Italian woman jumped and let out an excited cry before kissing Farooq on the lips, briefly but passionately.

Unfortunately for the shooter, when she leaned forward to kiss him, Farooq caught a glimpse of a young woman who put this Italian beauty’s looks to shame. She was walking with a decided swivel to her hips and wielded all the confidence that her overwhelming sexiness entitled her to. Her long brunette hair was folded into a neat and gorgeous braid down her back and her breasts looked like something a Renaissance master would have carved from marble, except for the decidedly fleshy way that they moved subtly under her designer gown.

“Ahmad!” Farooq summoned his friend, “that woman over there, find out what she drinks and bring her the most exquisite iteration of that drink that exists in the world.”

To this end, Farooq slipped Ahmad fifty thousand Euros in tiles.

 

[haremfaery]

Lara Croft walked into the main room of the casino. People, mostly men, turned to look as she passed. It didn't surprise her, she was tall for a woman, statuesque. She stood out even when she wasn't dressed to do so. While most women in the room were dressed in black or red or glitzy metallics, she had chosen a sunny yellow gown by Emanuel Ungaro. Yellow diamonds hung from her ears, but no necklace broke the line from her throat to her cleavage.

She had traced Prince Farooq Kalifa here from Germany. She was sure he had the artifact with him. That he would stop to gamble while in possession of such a thing spoke volumes about his arrogance and nonchalance at having something priceless in his possession. If she could get close to him now before he returned to his palace it would be so much easier to lift it and slip away before anyone was the wiser.

The action at the craps table was boisterous and there he was, the center of attention. It seemed he was winning. Money loves money, she thought. Or perhaps he had a talisman to increase his luck.

She continued past the craps table. She could not let him know he was her target. He had to make the first move. Besides, he was currently focused on a dark-haired beauty.

"Excuse me, Miss? I have been asked to discover your preferred beverage. The gentleman at the craps table would like you to join him for a drink."

She looked over at Farooq who happened to look her way and give her a smirk. Self-assured bastard, she thought. "How lovely. I'd like a Ruby Rose, up." She gave the prince a smile.

Ahmad caught a hostess' eye, gave her the drink order then leaned in to whisper in her ear as he passed her the tiles in payment.

Ahmad took Lara's elbow and steered her toward the Prince. So far, so good, she thought.

 

[LitShark]

Ahmad winced slightly when Lara ordered the exorbitant cocktail—it seemed more like she cared about having the prince buy her extravagant gems than she cared about joining him for a drink, but the loyal guard placed the order nonetheless and paid with some of the Prince’s winnings. Still, Ahmed’s “Gold Digger” alarm was triggered and the Ruby Rose represented a big red flag for him. Ahmad wrapped his large, strong hand around the woman’s upper arm and escorted her—quite insistently, but not quite forcefully—over to the prince.

Prince Farooq had seen the beauty smile at him from across the room and the closer she got, the more radiant her beauty seemed, even to Farooq who had a harem of six of the most beautiful women on the planet who all called him husband. This woman put all of them to shame and Farooq felt a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, the feeling of desire—he’d only just sated his most recent desire, now his eyes had happened upon something that he desired again. He had to make her his.

“Why hello there, my beauty,” Farooq smiled, using his most polished English language and accent, “I noticed you from across the room, and couldn’t help but be awed by your beauty. I am Prince Farooq Kalifa of Saudi Arabia, but you may call me Kal.”

The hostess arrived with Lara’s drink and Farooq placed his hand casually on the small of her back, turning away from the action at the table and his money. The hostess also brought a fresh glass of Scotch for Farooq. When the hostess left, Farooq raised his glass to Lara, offering a toast.

“Let’s drink to new acquaintances, yes? Ahmad, watch my money and cash me out when the round is over. I’d like to show my new friend, here the view from my suite—if, that is, she’s agreeable to the idea. Would you care to join me upstairs? I have the best view in Monaco from my balcony.”

 

[haremfaery]

Lara stifled the urge to remove the prince's bodyguard's hand on her arm with excessive use of force. She didn't like to be manhandled. She decided she didn't like this man, and it seemed the feeling was mutual from the look he gave her after she made her drink order.

She assessed the Prince as they drew nearer. He had the astoundingly good looks that some Middle Eastern men possess. Tall, dark, and handsome with piercing eyes that currently sparkled with good humor. In her heels, their eyes were nearly level. His manicured beard suited him. She liked a man with a bit of scruff. His teeth were very even and very white against his swarthy skin.

Remembering her etiquette, she bowed slightly. "Your Royal Highness, I am very flattered--"

"I said, you may call me Kal. Such formality is not necessary. Please."

She smiled at him in what she hoped was a dazzling way. "Kal, it is then. I'm Lara. Lara Croft." Her own native British accent showed that she had also been impeccably schooled.

She took the drink from the hostess. She hadn't expected it to arrive with a four-carat ruby sitting in the bottom of the cocktail glass. No wonder Mr. Bodyguard had made a face. She would have to rectify that. It wouldn't do to have the man suspicious of her.

She made a show of discovering the gem at the bottom of the glass. "That can't be real, can it?" She looked at Kal with wide eyes. "I've never ordered a Ruby Red before and gotten one like this. Your Royal Highness--Kal, I cannot possibly accept this." She drank a little more and fished the ruby out of the glass. She put it in her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue then sucked her thumb and forefinger clean before pulling the ruby back out of her mouth. It would stain if she hadn't "cleaned" it. She tucked it into the prince's breast pocket and patted it. "There." She hoped this would put Mr. Bodyguard at ease.

"To new acquaintances." She clinked Kal's glass.

"I’d like to show my new friend, here the view from my suite—if, that is, she’s agreeable to the idea. Would you care to join me upstairs? I have the best view in Monaco from my balcony."

"I have no doubt, Your--Kal." She turned toward him so that her breast brushed against his jacket. She looked him right in his gorgeous dark eyes (something that was rather bold for a woman to do to Saudi royalty), "I would love to."


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((I am assuming that Lara's name is not known. If you think it would be then, she would give a fake name and have a fake passport with her.))

 

[LitShark]

Farooq was almost astounded by the brilliance of the woman’s smile, and he did his best to match its radiance, though he couldn’t be sure of how successful he was. The woman introduced herself as Lara Croft and her accent introduced her as British, only deepening the affection that the prince already felt for this beautiful stranger. He thought nothing of turning his back on the nearly million dollars in chips that he still had nestled into their carved slots around the Craps table. He knew already that he was in trouble with this one.

“Come now…” Farooq began, trailing off as he watched Lara’s full, pillowy lips touch the edge of the martini glass, “no one orders a drink like this out of ignorance, you must…”

It was increasingly difficult for Farooq to string coherent thoughts together as he watched Lara fish the marble-sized ruby out of her drink and slide it past those same luscious lips, the Prince had to clear his throat to keep from gawking. She wasn’t finished, though—she sucked—one—then two fingers, making a noise as she sucked them, Farooq’s cock was already stirring inside his tailored slacks.

When Lara placed the ruby into Farooq’s pocket, when he felt the gentleness of her fingers against his solid chest, the prince placed his own wide palm over hers, forcing her hand to remain there, flat against his chest for a moment longer.

“For safe keeping, I’ll watch the gem, but it, like the red stone deeper inside me, belongs to you now.” Farooq smiled before offering Lara his arm and leading her toward the elevator, trying to bridge the gap between rushing but seeming not to rush.

Keeping his back to the prince, Ahmed rolled his eyes at his leader’s cheesy line, rushing to collect on all of Farooq’s bets and the rest of the small fortune in casino tiles that he left behind as casually as a pair of Happy Meal sunglasses. Ahmed rushed toward the cashier’s cage, knowing that he’d have to forge Farooq’s signature once again, in order to exchange such a large amount of chips for cash.

Farooq felt Lara’s firm, malleable breasts pressing against his arm, further stoking the fires of his lust. He took another sip of the Scotch, trying hard to steady himself. He was no longer a pubescent youth, whose unbridled lust could be excused as a symptom of hormonal irregularities, he was a man—a crowned prince, he needed not to be so vulnerable to this ilk of Western beauty and seduction.

“I infer from your accent that you’re British, Lara. Is that so?” Farooq asked politely, quickly breaking the sudden and intimate eye contact that her sapphire blue eyes managed to snatch, “I dearly love that country, it’s one of my top five favorites in fact. I have a four-bedroom condominium overlooking Covent Garden. Where do you stay when you’re there?”

The elevator dinged and the golden hued doors slid open to reveal the exquisite marble and hardwood interior of the elevator. Farooq used his extended arm to gently lead Lara inside. When the doors shut again, Farooq dared to look back into the vicious blues of Lara’s eyes once more, still feeling the soft pressure of her breasts, pushing against him from behind the designer drapery of her expensive gown.

“Lara, I must admit something to you. I—well, I suppose you know that I come from a very proud house, and it’s not in my nature to act impulsively. I very rarely do anything that could reflect poorly on me or my family, for the sake of my name and title, which includes excessive—ahem, frivolity. But I find myself utterly unable to maintain my dignity around you, Lara. I desire you.”

In the heat of this grand admission, Farooq gently took hold of the side of Lara’s face and tilted her head back, faintly—just enough for him to gently place his lips against hers and give her the most sincere, tender kiss he could muster. It was true that the prince had several wives already, but he could not ever remember feeling this way about any of them, nor could he remember any of their faces in that moment that he was kissing Lara Croft—a practical stranger—in an elevator.

 

[haremfaery]

While Lara had been born to wealth and privilege, she had never taken money for granted. She could not believe that Kal could be so cavalier about it, simply walking away assuming his man, Ahmed, would take care of everything for him.

“For safe keeping, I’ll watch the gem, but it, like the red stone deeper inside me, belongs to you now.” Farooq smiled before offering Lara his arm and leading her toward the elevator, trying to bridge the gap between rushing but seeming not to rush.

Lara felt her heart flutter despite herself. The prince was very charming. He was making what she planned much more difficult.

"Yes, I'm British, born and bred. My parents' home is near Wimbledon. I attended a few boarding schools growing up. I'm on my own now Living in a small flat in Soho. I'm a freelance writer and travel when I can." She didn't mention that her father was listed in the British peerage or that her parents disowned her when she refused to settle down and get married. She much preferred travelling and adventure. Surviving a plane crash had made her a thrill junkie. Going on an archaeological dig with family friend, Von Croy, in Cambodia cemented her love of exploring and antiquities. Keeping certain antiquities out of the hands of those who would misuse there power fed all her interests.

“Lara, I must admit something to you. I—well, I suppose you know that I come from a very proud house, and it’s not in my nature to act impulsively. I very rarely do anything that could reflect poorly on me or my family, for the sake of my name and title, which includes excessive—ahem, frivolity. But I find myself utterly unable to maintain my dignity around you, Lara. I desire you.”

She looked carefully at him. Surely he was aware of the reputation he had as an international playboy. He had been photographed with any number of models and starlets. This must be the lie he told all the women he wanted to bed. He sounded sincere, his voice was thick and husky. Perhaps it was the lie he told himself.

His tender kiss surprised her. She placed her hands on his chest and slid them up to rest on his broad shoulders keeping him close. She parted her lips and continued the kiss.

 

[LitShark]

Prince Farooq moaned faintly into the kiss as Lara reciprocated and wrapped her shapely arms around him, parting her luscious, full lips. He turned his body to face her completely, feeling her large breasts pressing and expanding against his chest as he moved closer and slipped both of his hands onto her back, high and low, but not venturing outside of the appropriate areas for caressing touches on a first kiss, but suffice to say that he was skirting the limits as his tongue passed languidly over her bottom lip.

Just as Farooq was about to attempt forward expeditions with his hands, the elevator halted abruptly and a claxon rang out. The kiss was broken by the start of the halting car.

“Damnit! I always forget…” Farooq cursed, seeming genuinely angry at himself for the souring of the moment as he dug into his jacket’s interior pocket, “I ought to be used to it by now, but I suppose I’m too accustomed to moving about in my own palace where I’m recognized—there it is!”

Farooq held the black keycard aloft, as though it were King Arthur’s sword retrieved from within the legendary stone, he slid the card into a slot in the elevator’s console and within a few moments the claxon ceased and the elevator resumed moving upward.

“There,” Farooq turned back, smiling triumphantly, “now where were we?”

—Ding!—

“Son of a—“ Farooq whirled back on the elevator doors, sliding open fluidly, he snatched his floor-key out of the key reader with disdain, genuinely irritated at how a simple mistake had ruined the moment, the Prince was unused to not getting his way, “this is my floor, apparently. Won’t you join me, Ms. Croft?”

Once more, Farooq offered his arm to his lovely companion, leaning against the elevator door to ensure that it didn’t even begin to close until Ms. Croft had been escorted from the conveyance. He led her through the massive, floor-wide suite, up a marble staircase with a white, full piano perched atop it. The full moon shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and reflected off of every immaculately polished surface, the marble, the piano, the bronze sculptures, even Farooq’s shoes reflected the full moon as he swung open the double doors that led out onto his crescent shaped balcony, overlooking the Ligurian Sea which looked like a massive black mirror below them, reflecting both the surface of the wide, full moon and every light still burning along the Monaco coast. Farooq thought if he looked long enough, he might be able to sight the reflection of his own window on the water.

“Come quickly, Lara,” Farooq grinned, jogging out onto the precise brickwork of the balcony and leaning as far as he could over the stone column railing, “it’s almost as beautiful as you are.”

The Prince leaned back, standing up straight again and looking back at Lara with a charming smile that he hoped would be seductive, backlit by the moon and the sea. The dazzling moonlight even reflected off of Farooq’s hair, making it look like a patch of woven silver was laced into his hair.

 

[haremfaery]

Lara practically jumped back from Kal at the alarm. It was the first time since they met that she had seem him ruffled. It seemed the prince had a temper. She filed that tidbit away.

She took his arm and let him lead her into his suite. He didn't give her much time to take in expansive view before he jogged away to stand at the balcony.

He looked very dashing standing there in the moonlight. His dinner jacket, his teeth and the whites of his eyes shone brightly. His voice was thick and rich even when he wasn't trying to be seductive. Like velvet it caressed her. She wanted to roll around naked in it.

She took a breath and joined him taking in the view. "Breathtaking." She said quietly. She leaned over the balcony as she pondered escape routes and wondered--hoped-- that the artifact was here in the suite. If he had already shipped it back to his palace she might never get it away from him.

She turned back to the Prince, "So...no more interruptions, I hope." She took a step towards him. "No more alarms?" Another step to close the gap. "No bodyguard or servants to intrude?" She took his hands in hers and placed them on her hips. "Nothing but the two of us." She tipped her head up. Expectant.

 

[LitShark]

Farooq turned back to Lara, his smile widening as he watched the way that the moon silhouetted her extraordinary figure. His smile grew wider still when Lara began her meticulous approach. He didn’t resist when she slipped his hands onto her hips, instead he turned to face her more fully, letting his thick cock, already beginning to grow harder, settle between the outlines of her thighs. When she turned her face up to him, Farooq wasted no time in kissing her with ardent passion.

She wanted him—that much seemed clear now, perhaps as much as he wanted her—at any rate, he would have her tonight. Farooq wound his tongue gently around hers with this thought in mind, his hands moving lower to grasp her firm, spherical asscheeks in his hands, pulling her lower body tighter against the outline of his cock. He could feel her smooth, round breasts pressing against his chest once again and quickly felt the need to transition into the bedroom.

“No more interruptions,” Farooq promised, breaking the kiss hesitantly and letting one hand trail back up to the small of Lara’s back, “please, let me show you the bedroom now.”

The crescent shaped balcony wrapped around the side of the building and joined the Master bedroom in the suite through a set of tall, glass double-doors. Farooq led Lara inside and then spun her back into his arms once they were past the doorframe, kissing her again with renewed lust and vigor. He slid his jacket from his shoulders, letting the tailored garment fall to the marble floor while he continued to kiss her hungrily. He fumbled briefly with his buttons, undressing without seeing while intoxicated was proving a greater obstacle than he’d anticipated it to be.

Eventually, his shirt and tie joined the jacket on the ground and Farooq’s hands moved to the delicate straps of Lara’s dress, using them briefly to grasp and pull her into the kiss, then sliding them off of her shapely shoulders, letting the garment begin to fall away from her luscious body.

“My belt,” the prince whispered, breaking the kiss just long enough to gasp on a whispered breath, “help me to get my pants off.”

Farooq’s hands moved from Lara’s shoulders to the sides of her face, cupping her shapely jawline in both palms as he kissed her again, once more writhing his tongue against her full, pillowy lips. By now, his cock was almost fully hard, tenting the right pant leg of his slacks. Each time Lara’s body rocked back against him, his cock would twitch and grow harder. Farooq couldn’t remember feeling so single-mindedly excited—driven this wild by his lust. This woman was truly intoxicating.

It was in this moment that Farooq decided he would take Lara back to his palace and marry her. She was far too rare and singular a specimen to let leave his side ever again.

 

[haremfaery]

“No more interruptions,” Farooq promised, breaking the kiss hesitantly and letting one hand trail back up to the small of Lara’s back, “please, let me show you the bedroom now.”

She gave him a little smirk, "Your bodyguard doesn't share your suite? I thought he followed you everywhere."

Her dress hung for a moment at her nipples showing that she was braless, but then Farooq knew that already from pressing her against him. A slight movement and the dress slid to nestle at her hips. Lara shrugged out of the straps and pushed the dress down to pool on the floor, a puddle of yellow at her feet. She stood there revealed to him in nothing but her very expensive panties and heels.

She stepped out of her dress and pushed it aside with her foot. Then she turned her full attention on Kal. She undid his belt with a deftness that showed she had undressed a man before. She unzipped his fly slowly making him groan then unhooked his pants.

Giving him a lascivious smirk, she knelt before him and eased off each of his shoes. He wore no socks. How very Italianate of him, she thought. She tugged his trousers down and ran her hands back up his muscular thighs to the waist band of his boxer briefs. It was clear the Prince took good care of his body. She looked back up at him and smirked again.

 

[LitShark]

Farooq’s eyes grew wide for a moment, like a child witnessing a magic trick for the first time as Lara’s dress hung for a moment, held aloft simply by the erectness of her exquisite nipples which sat perfectly in the center of her luscious breasts, more beautiful the more he saw of them, slipping languidly into his view as her dress slid down—then all at once—as the dress slipped past her nipples it swept downward, her bust-line the widest part of her.

“Damn you’re beautiful…” Farooq sighed, almost timidly sliding his hand onto her chest, gently cradling her left breast in his palm and ever-so-gently sliding his palm under the nipple across the bottom half of her areola.

While his hand caressed her gently, she stepped out of her dress and reached for his belt. Farooq couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped him as Lara unzipped his pants so slowly, his own hands busy unbuttoning his shirt, which he did, just in time to feel her bare nipple graze across his chest just before she knelt, her breasts falling out of reach. She removed his shoes, dutiful and full of respect—like a wife ought to.

Her smooth palms drew another groan out of him as they traveled slowly up his thighs to the band of his boxer briefs, the long outline of his rock-hard cock was apparent in those tight shorts and as her hand rose, it brushed along her left forearm for its entire passage to his waist, falling almost to her elbow when her fingers touched the waistband of his underwear. She paused then, her lovely eyes looking back up at him with a smirk.

“Go on then,” the Prince nodded, turning a little to let his cock press harder and more deliberately into her forearm, “show me what you want to show me. I might warn you, though—mine is uncut, which you might not be used to.”

Farooq shrugged out of his shirt, letting it fall from his shoulders to the floor, leaving his muscular upper body exposed. He reached down to slide his hands over Lara’s, pushing downward as she clung to the waistband of his boxers. As she pulled them down, he exposed more and more of his thick, veiny shaft until at last she slid them past the head and it sprung out—thick, long and curving faintly downward like Gonzo’s nose from the Muppets. The head was still tucked inside the wrinkled foreskin and there was a bead of liquid reflecting the moonlight, just under the narrow opening behind which the eye was visible.

 

[haremfaery]

((I'm sorry, the Gonzo line made me laugh ))


She pulled his underwear all the way down so he could step out of them. She smirked up at him again, "Yours is not the first uncut cock that I have seen. Just tell me if I do anything that you don't like."

Perhaps is Kal had some mind-blowing sex, he'd sleep soundly and she could hunt around the suite for the artifact. It had to be here. From what she knew he was keeping it with him rather than shipping it on ahead.

She took a moment to appreciate Kal's firm muscled body. Then Lara took hold of his cock then licked the dewdrop before gently pulling back the foreskin to lick all around the head of Kal's cock. Then her plush lips surrounded it as she sucked lightly and then returned to swirling her tongue around it gauging his sensitivity. She moaned a little as she worked. She held onto the back of his thigh to steady them both alternating between licking and sucking keeping her attention on the sensitive head and foreskin.

 

[LitShark]

Farooq did step out of his underwear when Lara slid them down his legs and let out a long, appreciative sigh as he felt her warm, soft tongue swiping out the small drop of precum that had formed at the tip of his sheathed member—her mouth felt even better than he could have imagined. One of Farooq’s wide, powerful hands instinctively slipped to the back of Lara’s head as she slid back his foreskin and used those luscious lips to clean and caress the thick head of his large cock. Her tongue slid around his sensitive cockhead and he felt his knees begin to tremble faintly from the overwhelming pleasure of her mouth on him, until her gentle caress on the back of his thigh steadied him once more.

“Oh fuck, you’re good at this,” Kal sighed with an appreciative grin, using his thumb to gently guide a lock of Lara’s hair away from her face and behind her ear, “I may have to bring you back home with me.”

The sound of Lara moaning around the head of his cock made Kal’s knees tremble again for a moment, the sensation of her gentle moan resonating all the way through his shaft and into his balls. The Prince angled his hips back, sliding more of his cock into Lara’s mouth and giving her better access to the turgid underside and his dangling testicles—should she desire access to them. He wasn’t exactly pushing with his grip on the back of her head, but he was gripping the base of her skull intently, wrapping his fingers slowly inward around the base of Lara’s long, brunette braid that hung nearly to the floor from her position on her knees. Her hair was soft and her mouth was warm—Farooq knew right then that he’d have trouble living without her from now on.

“Go on, you can go deeper. I know you can. Show me how you can take my big cock in your throat,” Farooq encouraged, the pressure behind his hand growing slightly greater as he began to push and pull, using his grip on her hair to slide her mouth up and down his shaft, using her face like a toy, “that’s it, that’s a good girl! Suck that cock! Ughh, yes!”

It was partially Lara herself, but perhaps it was mostly Farooq’s insatiable desire that drove his hips forward and pushed Lara’s face into his lap, roughly wedging the head of his cock into her slender throat and smoothly forcing it down. In one movement he bottomed out, parking his balls on her chin and leaving his cock lodged in her somewhere just above her collarbones. He held her there for just a moment, savoring the feeling before releasing her head with a loud groan of satisfaction. His cock was now rock-hard and standing at its full size. Farooq glanced over his shoulder at the bed.

“Come with me,” Kal smiled, reaching down to take Lara gently by the hand, “let’s go to the bed so that you can sit on my face while you suck my cock and I’ll return the favor.”

When he reached the bed, Farooq released Lara’s hand, climbing into the center of the massive, four-post bed with his cock standing proudly upright in the very center. He looked over, into her breathtaking blue eyes and beckoned her playfully with a few curls of his index finger.

 

[haremfaery]

Lara smiled at Kal as she walked to the bed. She had a feline grace to her movements. Perfectly at ease in her nudity like a goddess.

In a calculated move, she climbed onto the foot of the bed and kissed his foot, then up his shin to his knee. She continued to his hipbone which she bit lightly. He would be eating out of the palm of her hand with this little act of submission. It made her grin. Men were so easy. The next step was to leave him thoroughly satisfied and snoring so she could find the artifact and slip away before he was any the wiser.

She positioned herself as he wanted her, lowered her cunt onto his mouth then bent forward to suck his impressive cock. Personally, this wasn't her favorite position. The angles were all wrong as far as she was concerned. But it was fine for foreplay. She held the base of his cock and licked and sucked the head. She gasped as he began licking her.

 

[LitShark]

Farooq watched as Lara crawled onto his king sized bed, her naked body moving with fluid grace and feminine poise. He sighed audibly as she placed her luscious lips on him, kissing and nibbling her way up his equally nude body. As she straddled his face, Farooq’s hands slid gently over the backs of her thighs, up to grasp the firm, round globes of her athletic ass, raising his face to meet her sex. His tongue swept eagerly from his mouth, sliding forward and up to caress the underside of her clit as she leaned forward, giving him better access to that sensitive little nub. When she resumed her attention on his cock, Farooq wrapped her clit in his lips and sucked on it, thrashing the exposed tip with his tongue while his lips continued to coax it further from behind its fleshy hood with suction.

When Lara’s tongue swept over the sensitive head of Farooq’s cock he gasped, losing his suction on her clit for a moment, but he recovered quickly, sliding his tongue inside her and using his grip on her ass to force his face further between her silken thighs and writhe his tongue deeper inside her. The muscles in his stomach clenched and trembled slightly, as he held himself above the mattress, stroking her inner walls with his warm, undulating muscle.

Soon, Farooq let himself fall back to the bed, returning to his work on her clit, making his tongue into a point and grinding it in circles over her clit, back and forth, to and fro, pressing hard as if he were trying to force the erect bud flat. He sucked it again, trying to coax still more of her sensitive cluster into the open—he wanted to feel her cum for him, hear her cry out as her body tensed and spasmed, then she’d be ready to receive his cock.

Once more, Farooq thrust his tongue inside of Lara’s warm, wet folds, writhing back and forth as he lifted himself to probe deeper. He imagined his tongue as a brush and used it to sign his name inside of her in the fluid, long strokes of Arabic, his native tongue—then it was Sanskrit—then Mandarin—then Hindi. Farooq wrote his full name with the tip of his tongue against the deepest part of Lara that it could reach in six different languages before he lowered himself back onto the bed, slithering his tongue back downward to again assail her clit from the underside.

“Cum for me Lara—cry out and give me your release.” Farooq sighed breathily from between her thighs, “I want to feel you climax.”

 

[haremfaery]

Lara had to stop her ministrations to Kal's cock periodically to gasp, moan and wriggle. It was hard for her to focus on giving him pleasure when his very gifted tongue was driving her mad.

She finally just gave up and rested her cheek on his thigh. One hand stroked his cock, the other clutched at the bedclothes. She moaned and rocked her pelvis. Her moans grew louder and louder. She blasphemed, calling on God as she got closer and closer to to coming. Finally she let go. Grinding against his mouth she came, she tossed her head in abandon. She cried out as her body tensed and then quivered. Her strong thighs pressed against his face. When the aftershocks subsided, she rolled off of him.

"My God, Kal." She still breathed heavily. "How would you like me to finish you off?" She sat up on the bed and looked at him and then at his cock which seemed to be straining for relief.

((I loved him writing his name with his tongue, that was unique.))

 

[LitShark]

Farooq’s tongue matched rhythm with Lara’s hips as he felt her writhing against his face, grinding her pussy down against his face as she moaned and drew closer to climax. His hands grasped strongly on the firm, round globes of her muscular ass, squeezing until her flesh bulged out between his fingers, relishing the feel of her athletic body tensing and squirming against him. Her mouth had ceased its attention on his cock, which didn’t bother him much at all—his cock was rock hard and the more she moaned for him, the more turned on he became. He felt the soft skin of her face laying against his thigh, the silken strands of her hair caressing his skin as her breath rushed against his cock and balls.

Lara’s moans were like music to Kal and the more he licked her, the more frantically she ground herself against his mouth. He could feel the muscles of her ass tensing and rotating as she began to cum, enticing Farooq’s tongue deeper inside her pussy as she began trembling and crying out for God.

When the intense orgasm finally subsided, Lara climbed off of him and sat up on the bed, still nude with her flawless body still exposed to his appreciation. She asked how he’d like her to “finish him off,” and Kal laughed softly, reaching out to grasp the side of her face and pulling her into a tender but passionate kiss, sliding his tongue gracefully against hers, still sodden with her pussy juices from his attentions before.

“I want to fuck you, Lara. I want to fill you up with my cock and spray my cum inside you,” Farooq smiled after the kiss was broken, “I want to feel your hot pussy wrapped around me, and I want us both to cum together. Now bend over.”

After that moment of tenderness, Farooq gently guided Lara into a position on all fours, sliding his palm slowly down the feline arch of her back while his other hand gripped the base of his cock. He gently slapped the uncut head of his dick against Lara’s already hard-used clit before sliding the head of his cock up through her weeping folds, stroking her pussy lips up and down before lining himself up with her warm, yearning hole.

“I want to make you mine tonight,” Kal said softly before pushing forward with his hips and stuffing the entirety of his thick, long cock into her pussy.

 

[haremfaery]

“I want to make you mine tonight,” Kal said softly.

Lara made a loud moan as Kal entered her. Kal was very focused on possession. True, he was a collector of antiquities and of women as well, since his womanizing was well known.

"Tonight, yes. Make me yours." She pushed back against his thrusts. "Or maybe, I will make you mine." She smiled at him over her shoulder. She imagined that every woman Kal had been with swooned over his looks or his wealth, or both. She was not that kind of woman. She suspected that was why he was so interested in her. She would keep him interested.

His cock thrust so deep into her. It filled her, stretched her. She moaned louder. "Kal." She moaned his name.

 

[LitShark]

Farooq groaned as Lara gave him a flirtatious look over her shoulder, grinning and suggesting that she might make him hers—she wasn’t in awe of him, like so many of his companions were, but he could also tell that she wanted something from him, something more than sex but he couldn’t quite place her angle. Nonetheless, he was more than content to enjoy her tactics while he could. He reached down to caress Lara’s firm, round breasts in his palms and drive his hips forward hard, just as he squeezed hard on her breasts.

“We will certainly see, won’t we?” Kal whispered into Lara’s ear as he held her body close to his own and continued thrusting hard with his hips.

Lara’s skin felt incredibly soft under his hands and chest, her British accent making it even sexier each time she moaned out his name. Her pussy was tight and warm, it coaxed and stroked at him from within while he felt himself growing closer and his thrusts grew more urgent. Rising back up, Kal grabbed Lara’s hip in one hand while his other hand grasped her long, brown braid and began tugging her back into his thrusts as his hips collided with her round ass again and again, leaving it faintly jiggling.

“Yes! Yes! Oh Lara! I’m going to cum, Lara! I’m going to cum inside you! Cum with me, cum again with my cock inside of you!”

 

[haremfaery]

Lara gasped and tipped over into orgasm. She cried out his name knowing it would stoke his ego.

She collapsed on the bed with him on top of her. He rolled off of her and she padded into the bathroom. On her way back into the room, she looked over the bookshelves on her way back to bed. "There is some very impressive decor here. Can the hotel really afford it, or do you bring your own objects d'arte with you to make yourself more at home?"

She climbed onto the large bed with feline grace and snuggled against him. "Round two?" She nibbled his earlobe. "Or some food? Or a nap?"

 

[LitShark]

Farooq smiled despite himself as he watched Lara moving around his suite, her grace and comfort in motion communicated a great level of skill in something beyond looking good and performing well in the bedroom. There was something about her that made Kal nervous—in a sense, she made him feel vulnerable, but he wasn’t sure yet that this was a bad thing. His arms slid around her as she climbed on him, turning his head as she nibbled on him to allow her easier access.

“As tempted as I am, I really ought to get some sleep. I fly out tomorrow and my pilot gets very stressed out if we don’t leave exactly when we’re scheduled. I ought to be able to do as I please, since I own the jet, but alas, it’s not so.” Kal muttered, with his arm gently moving down the center of her back, “I’d like you to come with me, to the airport if nothing else. I have something very special on my jet that I’d like to show you—something very rare and unique. Not to mention powerful… would you join me?”

Kal leaned back against the pillows to capture Lara’s gaze, seeking information as he scanned her face. If he could get her to the plane, maybe he could get her to agree to come back home with him. While awaiting an answer, he leaned in to softly kiss her bottom lip, slipping his hand down onto her ass and caressing her enticingly. He hoped she would agree, he hoped that she felt more for him than just lust.

 

[haremfaery]

Ah, so the artifact was already on the jet. That was unfortunate. "Rare, unique, and powerful . . . not unlike you, Kal." She gave him a kiss. "I would love to see you off. And that way we can have breakfast together." But how could she get the artifact off the jet without him knowing. She doubted there was any way she could make that happen.

If she actually went with him . . . but then she would have to get out of the country. With the artifact. That seemed to be the only way. She was sure she could get him to invite her to come with him. He seemed truly taken with her even if his man Ahmed found her distasteful.

She put her leg over his and snuggled against him. "Then let us sleep."

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Lara woke early and used the phone in the outer suite to call the front desk. She asked them to bring her bags from her room to the penthouse and leave them outside. She didn't want to wake Kal or Ahmed if she didn't have to. She also checked out. One way or another, she wouldn't be spending another night here. If she didn't get an invitation to travel with Kal, then she would find another way. She had to get the artifact.

She made another call and left a brief message. Just in case things went sideways, she at least wanted someone to know where she was going.

Then she carefully slid back into bed. She could probably get another two hours of sleep at least before Kal had to prepare to leave.

 

[LitShark]

Ahmad woke early and did his Fajr (pre-dawn) prayer before he dressed and packed his belongings, arranging his bags in the lobby before making his way back up to the Prince’s suite. It was no surprise to Ahmad that Farooq was still soundly asleep, even with the hour of their scheduled departure rapidly approaching, but he was surprised to find a cluster of unfamiliar luggage neatly arranged by the door. It seemed that Farooq had been successful in seducing the woman from the night before, but why she’d brought her bags was unclear, though Ahmad was afraid that he knew the reason behind it already.

“Good morning, miss,” Ahmad canted his head respectfully in Lara’s direction, already well practiced in the non-committal art of engaging with the prince’s sexual partners, “I assume His Majesty is still in bed, shall I bring your bags down to the lobby before I wake him?”

Farooq had his own top of the line cappuccino machine that he’d purchased in Sicily some years ago and now refused to travel without it, Ahmed was already in the process of pressing fresh grounds into the nozzle of the device in preparation of the Prince’s necessity. The two of them had been together for so long that Ahmad could instinctively predict the necessities of his friend and employer, often before Farooq himself felt the desire.

Once the expensive machine was hissing and whirring with the process of heating water within its brass colander, Ahmad moved past Lara into the bedchamber and placed his hand on Farooq’s shoulder. He shook him gently at first with increasingly more force.

“Majesty,” he began, speaking in Urdu in case the prince’s guest spoke Arabic, “we need to be at the airport in an hour. What would you like me to do with the woman?”

”Ahmad, I keep telling you, when you own the plane you don’t need to be anywhere at any time.” Farooq answered, his Urdu nearly as effortless as his mother tongue, ”I’m up anyway. Fix her and I some breakfast—and espresso—from my machine, of course.

”Of course, Majesty.”

“Good morning, beautiful.” Farooq smiled, moving from the bedroom into the main sitting room of the suite, dressed only in a pair of charcoal boxer-briefs, “I hope you slept well. I see you brought your bags, does that mean you’ve decided to join me on my journey home?”

 

[haremfaery]

“Good morning, miss,” Ahmad canted his head respectfully in Lara’s direction, already well practiced in the non-committal art of engaging with the prince’s sexual partners, “I assume His Majesty is still in bed, shall I bring your bags down to the lobby before I wake him?”

Lara gave the bodyguard a disarming smile. Since she had her bags she was able to access the rest of her clothing. She was already wearing a dress. It showed off her figure but was demure enough, she thought, without looking like she was trying too hard.

"I believe I'll be traveling with the Prince. That is, if he remembers asking me last night."

She slipped on her heels as the bodyguard woke Kal. Her Urdu was more scholarly, but she knew enough to understand it and speak it a little. Not that she wanted either of them to know, especially if it was their way of communicating privately.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Farooq smiled, moving from the bedroom into the main sitting room of the suite, dressed only in a pair of charcoal boxer-briefs, “I hope you slept well. I see you brought your bags, does that mean you’ve decided to join me on my journey home?”

"I have, Kal." She gave him a sultry smile as she stood and moved toward him. "One night was not enough. I hope that doesn't cause any problems." She glanced at the bodyguard then she gave him a light kiss on the corner of his mouth not wanting to be more blatent with the bodyguard there. She had sensed the man's dislike for her the moment they met. It must be difficult pimping for the prince.

 

[LitShark]

Farooq smiled brightly when Lara agreed to come with him, sincerely glad. A woman as fine as Lara turned out to be was a rare thing indeed, and he was sincerely glad not to lose her yet. She looked gorgeous in her understated but form-fitting dress, and when she came toward him his hand slid naturally to the small of her back, holding her closer, feeling her generous chest pressing against him again. Sure, he’d need for her to wear a scarf over her head when they landed, but he found that a lot of western women liked covering their heads for the sheer novelty of it, it made them feel more worldly and sophisticated to do the bare minimum to respect regional cultures. Perhaps Lara wasn’t one of those types, but he doubted she’d fight him too much when he suggested it.

“No problems at all, in fact you’ve made my day,” Kal grinned, kissing Lara back enthusiastically when her lips found hers, “I’m so happy in fact, that I’ll make old, crusty Ahmad’s day too and get ready right now so that he doesn’t have to continue nagging at me like some old hen.”

*-*-*

It may have taken Kal an hour to finish his grooming ritual, but it was still much faster than Ahmad was used to. They were all gathered together in the car with their belongings safely stored in the trunk. At the Prince’s insistence, Ahmad sat up front with the driver so that he and Lara could have the back seat to themselves. The driver flinched slightly at the sound of a cork popping.

“It’s not too early for you, is it Lara my sweet?” Kal asked, filling up one flute of champagne and hovering the bottle over the other glass, waiting for her to answer, “with a life as good as this, what should we do bur celebrate?”

The Lincoln towncar drove through a private gate directly onto the tarmac, pulling past the massive terminal building and moving to the private hangars where Farooq’s private jet was fueled and waiting. His pilot looked at his watch three times when he saw the car, absolutely shocked to see the prince and his small entourage so close to their scheduled departure window.

Kal’s hand had slipped onto Lara’s upper thigh at some point during the trip and had only moved higher on the trip. As they arrived, he was busy kissing her neck in between sips of champagne. He didn’t even notice their arrival until the driver had parked and opened the door.

“What, already? I suppose time does fly when you’re having fun… come, Lara. I have something really special to show you.” Kal began rubbing his hands together mischievously as he climbed out of the car and offered his arm to Lara, “I think you’re really going to love it.”