<strong>Sumara the slaver</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/Death_In_the_Harem2_by_Ferres-1.jpg)</div>Sumara gasped and hissed from animalistic pleasure as she rode her slave's cock fiercely. Her internal muscles tightened around the shaft within her, clenching and squeezing at the wonderfully rigid and hot masculine flesh. One hand frotted her throbbing clitoris as she rocked back and forth, milking Wanre's cock for all she worth.<br/><br/>The two guards watched their mistress pleasuring herself on her new male toy, wide grins betraying their appreciation of the scene. Though they remained at their posts, subtle movements gave their own arousal away as they clenched their thighs and fidgeted as their quims became moist and hot.<br/><br/>The slave trader slapped Wanre once more, this time reversing her hand after striking him once to backhand him across his other cheek. Her fingers curled into claws and she scratched her long nails across Wanre's chest leaving five vivid red scratch marks. Sumara was moaning loudly each time she bore down onto the slave now, her arousal reaching the point of no return. Her movements became more desperate and urgent as she sensed her orgasm approaching.<br/><br/>Abruptly the slaver threw back her head and cried out inarticulately. The velvet sheath of her cunt gripped at Wanre's cock in spasms as she climaxed hard. For several seconds she convulsed upon Wanre's groin, gasping and panting as her lust was sated. She quietened as the moment of release peaked and then subsided, her kohl rimmed eyes closed as she savoured the afterglow of sexual release.<br/><br/>When her senses returned she lifted herself from her pet's cock, her labial lips gaping wide and feminine juices seeped out to coat her bald mons and the tops of her thighs. She padded across to the doorway after recovering her belt and scabbarded scimitar. Standing before her guardswomen she buckled her clothing back around her hips. Her hands cupped each of the guard's hairless pudendas and she slipped a finger into each woman's sex to confirm that they were dripping wet with arousal.<br/><br/>Sumara grinned at her warriors, one a nubian from the far south of Takrin and the other a tall blonde from the northern mountains.<br/><br/>"Lusty sluts, the pair of you." She whispered. "You can share him for the next hour. If he asks who rode him first you are to say nothing."<br/><br/>Sumara left the room to bathe in the courtyard pool and receive the report from her caravan.