<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div>As she cleansed her master, Khalida was unsurprised to feel his fingers on her bald sex. What did surprise the slavegirl was the skill with which those fingers caressed her. Males in her experiance lacked the finesse to gauge a female's body's response to stimulation and either proceeded too quickly or too hesitantly. This was only to be expected. Males were simpler creatures, their stimulation was easy to judge unlike a woman's and lacking the soft folds of the stronger sex were ignorant in such matters.<br/><br/>The Prince though showed the subtle skill worthy of a trained bedslave. His touch was light but insistant, caressing the soft folds of her labia and waking her sexual arousal with it's persistance. His fingers advanced and grew bolder in their assault in carefully measured stages, to inexorably heighten her stimulation.<br/><br/>Her master's own arousal was clearly evident, as she had caressed him with her loins his cock had swollen to impressive size and rigidity. In her state of increasingly heated arousal, Khalida felt her cunt clench and spasm at the thought of it entering her and relieving her need.<br/><br/>"Now what were you like before the collar? I'm sure you were a proud warrior" He asked her casually.<br/><br/>"Oooh master." Khalida began, her words tremulous as his finger assaulted the bud of her clitoris and her sensitive nubbin swelled at the touch. "My clan, if truth be told were more brigand than soldier."<br/><br/>"We ranged the desert far and wide, striking caravans and villages swiftly." Khalida said. "The choicest of the women, free or slave we would throw across our saddles and make off with. The rest we would rob and rape and leave to mourn their loss."<br/><br/>"I was a young warrior, lusty and headstrong." I took whatever I desired with no thought to the risk. "I carried away merchant's daughters and abandoned them when my lust was sated. I laughed and whored and bragged and fought with my sisters in arms."<br/><br/>Khalida gave a soft moan as her folds were parted and the Prince teased the interior of her sex with the lightest of touches. She was damp and hot to his touch and the muscles of her cunt fluttered and spasmed beneath his caress. He took her breasts in his hands, abandoning her aroused sex and soon her nipples were engorged and stiff.<br/><br/>The Prince commanded that Khalida wash his hair, promising her release if she did well and continued teasing if not. Khalida set to her last, lathering the prince's hair with the rare oils that the Nei's guestchambers were supplied. Her fingers caressed his scalp, working the oils and lather deep into his hairs roots.