The Lesson Ch. 02: Dinner

"My turn, I think." Amir finally said, undoing his trousers and moving closer between her spread thighs. His cock sprung to life, long, thick and obviously in need of attention. He held it and circled the swollen purple head around and around Kajira's dripping slit until she began to moan again. "Mmmm, does my little slave slut want some more?" he asked silkily

"Oh, yes please Master! This girl wants everything her Master pleases to give her! Please, Master, I beg you!" she squirmed beneath him and he introduced the tip of his cock to her tight opening slowly.

"AAAAaaahhhh!" she cried out, feeling him moving incrementally forwards, deeper and deeper inside her tight pleasure hole. "AAahhh, Master it hurts!" she whimpered, but he pressed on.

"Shhh, only for a moment my dove." And with that he thrust forward, breaking the seal of her virginity and making her a woman. His hips moved slowly at first to accommodate the unaccustomed bulk inside the tight girl, but soon his lust had ensorcelled him and he grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out more rapidly. The stunned girl lay there, gasping and panting, the pain a memory and the pleasure of this moment mounting.

He reached down and found her clit, stroking it gently. She winced, as it was still sore from its smacking, but he was careful and she began to moan once again. Their bodies moved together, the wet, sticky residue of her first orgasm providing more than adequate lubrication, and the room took on a sultry, musky scent of sex. The only sounds were the soft, squelchy noise of hard cock reaming wet pussy and the moans and murmurs of Kajira and Amir.

After a few minutes, Amir said, "I'm going to cum inside you, Kajira. Raise your legs up and wrap them around my body."

Kajira brought her legs up and around his lean hips, feeling him enter her that much deeper. She let out a groan at the intensity of the sensations and he thrust into her in earnest now, gathering his strength for his ultimate finish.

"Oh, Master, it feels so wonderful!" she cried out, impaled on his thick member. "I had no idea that it could be like this!"

"Mmmmm often it isn't for a woman." He admitted, breathing heavily. "But we are different." And with that, he gave one almighty thrust and his seed spewed from him into her womb, filling her and making her throb and pulse with her own climax. Feeling the ring of muscle tightening around his cock gave him such exquisite pleasure that he moaned deeply, collapsing on top of her.

They lay there, spent, for some minutes. The soft susurration of the breeze at the curtains, the insistent tick of the grandfather clock, the increasing regularity of their breathing were the only sounds to be heard. Amir raised himself off Kajira with a grunt, standing and fastening up his trousers. Then he helped the girl off the desk and they stood, holding one another. He kissed her deeply, intertwining his tongue with hers, and they kissed like that for a long while, losing track of time.

"Come. Let Dima get you bathed before supper." He led her out into the hallway and to her room, where Dima sat sewing.

"Draw her a bath, Dima. Give her almond milk in the bath and one of cook's herbal tisanes to calm the nerves. I will be in my study until dinner."

Dima led the girl silently to the washroom, which was a large, black and white tiled room dominated by a dais in which a large tub sat. Dima turned the tap and the water began to sluice out, warm and inviting. Dima poured the rich-smelling almond milk into the bath and tested the temperature with her elbow. She helped Kajira undress and step into the tub gingerly, the stinging pain in her nipples and clit intensifying in the nearly hot water. For a moment she winced, but then the soothing almond milk did its work and the pain melted away into a satisfying glow.

Kajira lay there, arms outstretched on the lip of the tub, thinking. Just two days ago she had been the lowliest of the low, sent to empty slop pails and rub aching feet, wash the Sultan's soiled sheets daily, mend the wives' garments with tiny, fine stitches until her eyes ached. Now she was owned by a rich and powerful master, and living in a beautiful home. She had a servant of her own, and was lying in a scented bath, languorously enjoying the afterglow of exotic lovemaking. It seemed like a dream.

What would tomorrow hold?