Desert D-Lite

By: Michelle T

"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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