<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>Khalida worked the inner muscles of her cunt around the Prince's cock as he thrust into her. The strength and finesse of her muscles had been honed in the qu'ellar d' orlinggrothen and with any normal male she could have felt confident in milking the seed from his balls at will. With the Prince it was not so, he had the willpower it seemed to resist her stimulation and would only ejaculate when he wished it.<br/><br/>The Prince's shafting ceased abruptly, before Khalida had guessed his intention his cock was withdrawn and the slave found herself unceremoniously flipped over onto her back. The Prince reached beneath and lifted her into the air. A thrust of his hips and his cock sunk to it's hilt inside her. He started to pound her again, with even more force than before.<br/><br/>Khalida gave a cry as the head of his cock found the sweet spot in her sheath. She realised that her body had been precisely held at the angle necessary for his thrusts to press against the small patch of sensitive nerves. As she moaned in lust at the stimulation such action gave her, she appreciated the skill the Prince had shown in locating the pleasure zone. She knew of it's existance from her bedslave's training and made good use of her knowledge when pleasuring her mistress. For one who was not a bedslave to know and be able to exploit the sweet spot was unheard of.<br/><br/>The slavegirl felt herself climaxing once more and she cried out as her cunt's muscles rippled and clutched at the Prince's cock. She was half delirious from the ecstasy and pleasure she was receiving.<br/><br/>"Oh my Prince, fill your poor slave with your seed." Khalida pleaded. "Empty yourself into my unworthy cunt I beg you master."