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Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

A soft moan escaped Camellia's lips. It really had been so long... She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this good. "Oh... Yes..." She breathed softly. Her slave seemed to have already shown her value, and that was just with her tongue.

The slave's tongue had now penetrated Camellia. She felt like she was going to scream out in pleasure. It was already so close, she was on the brink. Her knees felt weak. She just wanted to lie back and let her slave lick forever... But she couldn't, she was standing here, knees quivering, about to... About to...
 
It didn't take long for Farrah to feel her Mistress' tight walls closing around her exploring tongue, trying to hold it in place as she bent it upwards to stroke over her pleasure nub within her body. Farrah worked diligently, her training and experience shining through each of her deliberate movements. Each insertion of her tongue was followed by a light flick over her outer lips, teasing her Mistress as she felt her body tense slightly.

Then her knees began to shake and her muscles weakened slightly as Farrah kept working. Her Mistress had not told her to stop so she continued, moving quickly inside, slowly outside, lapping up her Mistress' juices as they dripped from her.
 
It happened so fast. Over in an instant. One moment Camellia was being driven up the wall to intense pleasure by her slave's tongue, next she was moaning very loudly, and there were more juices... All over her slave's face.

Camellia's head felt heavy. She was lying on the ground now. Resting for a moment, breathing heavily, panting. "That was..." She gasped. "Was very good, slave. We'll done."
 
Farrah didn't know what to expect as her Mistress' muscles tensed. As her voice grew louder. She did however know that those were the first signs of climax as the other woman quickly exploded, her juices flowing out of her and coating Farrah's face in the sticky, wet fluids. Then, right after, the other woman began collapsing onto the floor. Farrah's head came out from beneath her Mistress' skirts as she lay on the ground in euphoria for a moment from the pleasure.

"Thank you Mistress," Farrah replied, returning to her kneeling position at her Mistress' prone feet. Her face was still covered in the thick juices, some of the liquid dripping onto the floor as it left a sheen over Farrah's face.
 
Camellia slowly got to her feet, smoothing out her dress as she did. Her gaze slowly wandered to her slave, kneeling at her feet. It seemed to be her default position.
Some of Camellia's juices were on her slave's face. Camellia wondered why the slave had not tried to get them off. Wiping it away or even licking it. Maybe she needed permission. Permission which Camellia would not grant her. This could temporarily be a sign to show she owned this woman. "Look," she said, lifting her skirt up to show a dark patch on the inside. It was some of her cum. "This is an expensive dress." Camellia informed her. "It's worth is beyond a mere slave girl's comprehension. Clean it up." Camellia held up a finger, pausing for a moment. "With your tongue."
 
Farrah knelt for what seemed like an eternity as her Mistress came down from her climax and then slowly rose to her feet. The younger woman towered over her kneeling slave as a silence extended between them. Farrah's eyes rose as her Mistress commanded and she looked to the dark stain on the lining of the dress. Farrah knew immediately what it was and the girl's demand that she clean it was obeyed without argument.

Farrah moved her head to the stain and began to lick the dark stain from her dress. However her saliva mixed with the sticky liquid from her Mistress' womanhood only grew larger and darker, staining the dress even more.
 
Camellia gasped and pulled the dress away from her slave. "The dress... You're ruining it!" Sighing and shaking her head; she took a step towards her slave so that she could look down on her in an attempt to seem intimidating. "Slave... You have displeased your Mistress with your incompetence." Camellia raised a hand like she was going to hit her slave, but she couldn't do that really... It was more of a threat. "I'm not going to punish you, as long as you beg for forgiveness."
 
Farrah moved back onto her knees as her Mistress yanked the fabric of the dress away from her. She moved her hands into her lap and bowed her head, fully expecting a punishment to ensue. A punishment that did not come. Merely a command to beg for forgiveness for ruining her Mistress' dress.

"Your slave apologizes Mistress," Farrah begged her as she began lowering her head even further, "Please forgive this incompetent slave for doing such a thing to such an expensive garment. I did not mean to ruin it with my tongue."
 
Slipping off the shoulder strap, Camellia let her dress fall to the floor and threw it at her slave. "You must clean this, properly. Otherwise you be forced to pay it off yourself. I imagine me having your head cut off and sold would garner a nice price." She threatened, it was rather empty, and probably not too intimidating. But she tried. "And run your Mistress a bath."
 
Farrah caught the flying piece of silk as it crossed the space between her and her Mistress. She nodded and bowed, lowering her head as she lay the fabric over her arm.

"Yes Mistress," she replied before scurrying out of the room to fulfill her Mistress' wishes about her dress and her bath. She quickly moved to the bath house and stoked a fire before running outside to the well in the courtyard to fill a pot with water. Returning to the bath house, she slipped the pot over the fire and waited for it to heat. Laying the dress over a bench in the corner to wash after her Mistress was pleased, Farrah began to gather the scented oils and herbs to make the entire room cloudy with fragrance.
 
Now naked, Camellia made her way across the room to look upon her body through her mirror. Her dark hair was slightly ruffled from having laid down on the floor, which she attempted to correct by running her hands through it, but acknowledged she would soon bathe.
Her eyes scanned over her body with scorn. Her body should have been something to desire. Yet her husband, would not touch her. Yet he himself was far below the standards of any woman. And that got to her. Her large breasts showed she would be perfect for bearing him a son, but he would not even do that. Why? Was something there he disliked?

Her hands roamed her body, which was quite sensitive. Her nipples were hard and her sex was still exposed after her session with her slave. Cautiously, Camellia began to play with herself using a finger.
 
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