CHAPTER 1
Michael felt hazy in the desert heat; the blow to his head during the battle had done its damage. 
He stumbled towards the spot of green on the
horizon, hoping that he wasn't imagining it... If he hadn't been so dry in his throat he would have shouted the Lord's praises as he reached the green bushes, seeing a house in the interior. 
Perhaps it would belong to one of the infidels, one of the Muslims that he had come to fight in order to win back the Holy Land... but at this point he didn't care. Whether they killed him or helped him, his journey was finally at an end. 
He fell to the ground, hearing shouts and wondering if he was dying... if so, where were the trumpets and the light? All he saw were running feet and flying sand... and then darkness.
He awoke much later with a cool clothe on his head and a wet spongein his mouth, keeping it moist. Female voices murmured around h

CHAPTER 2
Then, one day, he walked in on her when she was bathing... she was standing with her back turned in the tub, water glistening over her tan
form... he could feel his groin tightening under his tunic.
 It had been a very long time since he'd been with a woman, and he knew that he was already having feelings for her anyway.
 Those emotions that roiled through him
made his arousal that much worse as she turned and her eyes widened; her entire body was on display before him. 
Rounded breasts and hips, dark brown nipples and a patch of black hair on her mound... long slender legs and her bright startled eyes.
Realizing that he was just standing there, staring, he let out a low moan and turned, practically running as he retreated.
A few moments later he was in his room, standing next to the bed and sweating... his head was filled with the vision of her naked beauty and also his shame 

CHAPTER 3
He rolled on top of her and she parted her legs. She took his cock in her hand once more and pulled it towards her sopping panties. 
He pressed forward and she guided his tip to the wet triangle of smooth shiny diaphanous silk that clung to her labia. She slid it up and down across the silk until she began to shiver. 
He felt the plentiful wetness contact his
sensitive skin, then she reached her other hand down and slid her panties aside so his cock touched her sex flesh for the first time. 
Terry gasped. "Oh God I never wanted anything so much as I want to be inside you. I
want to fuck you so bad it hurts.' He pressed forward and her tight lips parted to take his distorted cock tip.
She held him at the entrance momentarily and kissed him sweetly as the trickles of her juices began to run down his shaft. 
Then he lunged forward to fill her as deep as he could and felt the tightness that had enveloped his finger earlier.
 It was even better than he had imagined. Better even than his first time. Better than his wife had managed in seven years of courting and marriage. 
Better than the most expensive call girl he had been with. He held his cock deep inside her and they kissed longingly. ‘Oooooooh so big for me. I want you to fuck me hard and make me cum with that big hard cock.' 
She panted into his mouth then wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to slide in and out of her, building in intensity.
He was guided by her moans until his pile driver pace elicited first one then multiple orgasms from her. 
Her screams muffled by her insistent hungry
kisses. Her fingernails clawed at his back like a wild animal and she bit his neck and sucked at his ear lobes like a greedy child with candy. 
After each climax he repositioned her and pushed her supple legs around like a rag
doll, fucking her to successive orgasm in multiple positions. The flexibility he had witnessed at the gym being applied to every wild fucking position he could twist her into.
 He adored her from behind, doggy style, bending over the bed, pinned against the bed head, standing, pressed on her back on the
bed with her legs hard against her breasts and his cock pounding her into orgasm upon orgasm. 
He was surprised how long he had lasted and how often she climaxed. He never tired of hearing her moan and seeing her
shiver. ‘You need a rest sugar. Leeshi's gonna ride that cock for you.
' She let him lay back and straddled him, reaching down and sliding her panties aside
once more and guiding his cock inside her. She tightened her pelvic floor muscles around his swollen cock and rose up so that her juices drizzled down his shaft. 
Then slid down hard and ground against him. She was impossibly tight and Terry felt the throbs return to his cock. Each Movement of her body on his cock made it more and more impossible to hold off. 
Her hot titties bounced with each movement and he clasped them lovingly.
‘ Its ok sugar, do you want to cum in my pussy? I'd love it if you came inside me.' 
She leaned forward cowgirl style and kissed him as he thrust insistently upwards to greet her pussy. She began to moan and the familiar sound of impending orgasm filled his ears and drove him to a frenzy of pounding hip movements. 
When her orgasm hit her pussy clenched his cock like an over firm handshake crushing his throbbing cock and streaming her juices over it in warm spurts. 
She kissed his lips as she came and moaned
into his mouth. He burst inside her in long hot shots that seemed to rapid fire into her. Waves of endorphins filled his mind and body. 
He held his cock deep inside her and they both shivered and moaned relentlessly.
There was no doubt how much he wanted her. His frequent visits long weekends away.
 He showered her with gifts and she exhausted him in bed time after time. He was totally addicted to her. He didn't know whether it was addictive lust or unbelievable lust or both. He knew he didn't want to let her go.
 He would be her patron. Alicia knew how to draw men into her. She knew how to make his dream come true. He would be Alica's new patron.

CHAPTER 1
Michael felt hazy in the desert heat; the blow to his head during the battle had done its damage. 
He stumbled towards the spot of green on the
horizon, hoping that he wasn't imagining it... If he hadn't been so dry in his throat he would have shouted the Lord's praises as he reached the green bushes, seeing a house in the interior. 
Perhaps it would belong to one of the infidels, one of the Muslims that he had come to fight in order to win back the Holy Land... but at this point he didn't care. Whether they killed him or helped him, his journey was finally at an end. 
He fell to the ground, hearing shouts and wondering if he was dying... if so, where were the trumpets and the light? All he saw were running feet and flying sand... and then darkness.
He awoke much later with a cool clothe on his head and a wet spongein his mouth, keeping it moist. Female voices murmured around him and with a jerk he sat up. 
The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life was at the door, 

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