Desert D-Lite
By: Michelle T
© March 2000
"Cut!" I sighed with great relief
upon hearing that magical word. Today
had been the most grueling of days since filming had started last week. The temperature peaked at 110 degrees at
noon and threatened to remain at 105 for the rest of the day.
As I thankfully accepted
the cool cloth from an assistant, I reminded myself of my earlier anticipation
and excitement over landing this role as a member of the Sultan's harem. This movie was going to be the next biggest
summer blockbuster and I lucked out royally being in the right place at the
right time when casting was announced.
Nevermind that the one and only Howie Dorough, of BackStreet Boy's fame,
was the lead! I almost peed my pants
upon hearing that delicious piece of news when I received the call that I was
hired.
As I ran lightly through
the burning sand towards the trailers, I thanked my lucky stars once more and
decided a cool beverage was in order. I
made it to the canteen truck within moments, panting heavily and feeling the
droplets of sweat pool beneath my generous bosom. My wardrobe for this film was incredible. A harem costume of a light lilac color, my
middrift left bare, and thin transparent leggings. The darker shade of panties I wore were highly visible as was the
tiniest of strapless tops that threatened to pop off at the mere thought of
taking a deep breath. I greatly
welcomed the shade of the canopy over the truck as I debated what to
have..
"The iced tea is
considerably satisfying today."
I looked over my
shoulder and gasped lightly. "Mr.
Dorough! Hello, I didn't notice you
there, I'm sorry." My insides were
quivering just having his presence so close at hand.
He chuckled lightly and
ordered two iced teas before joining me under the canopy. I blushed slightly as he handed me one of
the tall, cool, dewy glasses.
"Thank you, Mr.
Dorough. You are too kind." I
licked my lips unconsciously as I gazed into his large soulful, mesmerizing
eyes.
"Michelle, isn't
it? I've noticed you on the set lately.
You are doing an excellent job.
In fact, I've suggested to the director that he bring you more into the
main scenes. Perhaps as my number one
wife?"
My hand shook
uncontrollably as I caught his wink. He
quickly set his glass upon the counter and placed his tan hand over mine
preventing me from spilling the cool tea.
"Oh, thank you, Mr.
Dorough. I can't believe it! I don't know what to say!"
"Perhaps we can discuss this further in
my trailer? The air conditioning is on
full blast and I can see you are in need of some cool relief." He gently guided me towards his trailer
after I mutely nodded.
The air conditioning was
indeed on full blast and my body reacted instantly as my nipples hardened in
that oh so embarrassing way. He led us
over to a plush white sofa and I collapsed upon it gratefully as I felt sure my
legs would no longer carry me. His
touch had been driving me insane for the few minutes it took to arrive
here.
I blushed once again as
he handed me a second glass of iced tea.
"I've added a bit more lemon and sugar to this brew. I like it tart, but sweet as well."
I groaned slightly as he
removed his white turban allowing his mass of wavy brown hair to fall below his
shoulders. I was transfixed. His golden shoulders, covered by a rich
ornate satin vest, led down to his brawny, muscular arms. His bare chest roared out to me to touch
it. I couldn't help it, my legs found
themselves again and I slowly rose and inched towards him. His smile teased me further as I timidly
reached out a hand and lightly brushed his smooth chest. My eyes were glued to his, drawn
inexplicably and captured by the gleam contained therein. He quickly caught my wrist and pulled my
hand upwards towards those luscious full lips.
He nibbled my fingertips lightly before drawing my index finger into his
hot steamy mouth. I moaned
lustily. He used his other hand to
brush my damp hair away from my neck and pull my face closer to his. My finger was removed from his mouth as his
lips sensuously overtook mine. The
sweet scent and flavorings from his tea sent my body spiraling. I boldly placed my free hand on his waist
just above the elastic of his white satin trousers. As he skillfully maneuvered his tongue between my lips, he
lowered my other hand to his crotch. I
gasped once again upon feeling the enormity and firmness of his member. He sucked my shy tongue into his mouth and
left my hand to its own devices as he cupped my buttocks and pulled us closer
together. My fingers trailed the length
of him, absorbing his greatness. My
tongue awoke and commenced dueling with his.
I nibbled on him coyly at times, evoking a throaty groan from him.
He pulled away quickly and backed me towards
the sofa. I sat willingly, quickly and
pulled his thighs towards me, burying my face against him and brazenly explored
his shaft beneath his trousers. His
hands wove through my golden hair and assisted me in my travels. I was hungry, craving more! I swiftly eased his trousers down and caught
the nob of his glorious extension between my lips. I sucked passionately as I ran my hands along him and below
him.
He thrust his pelvis
deeper, choking me almost, but I didn't care.
I need more! Much much
more! I groaned and moaned as much as I
could while my mouth was filled to capacity.
He suddenly pulled on my hair drawing me away from him.
"You need a cooling
off!" he said seductively while reaching for the glass of iced tea. I eyed him skeptically but was soon aroused
beyond belief as he knelt by my side and slowly allowed the cool liquid to fall
upon my abdomen. As he slowly sipped
from my body, he drew my clothing down and off. I arched my back savoring his sweet sucking motions. His fingers found my hidden treasure and
explored it like a hungry pirate. My
head lolled back and forth as again he poured more of the delicious brew onto
my stomach. My breasts heaved and
quivered mightily as a hand suddenly discovered them. I quickly grabbed the edge of my top and flung it over my head,
releasing my aching, wanting breasts.
After several of his skillful manipulations to my buds, I finally begged
for him to fill me, fill me with his greatness.
He complied quickly and
with the utmost agility began to drive me into oblivion. His thrusts were masterful, powerful,
befitting that of a Sultan. And I, as
an adoring, fanatic, acquiescent member of his harem, gave myself fully, completely and without inhibition.
The End
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