Chapter 15: Multiplying

The next morning Ramzy El-Najjar came to see her and asked after her health with a concern for her welfare which was uncharacteristic, and Zubeydeh was very suspicious. It turned out she need have no worries, he wanted something he could not order her to do.

"Will you teach me to do that trick the General did?" he asked, almost diffidently.

"Of course, Master. It isn't difficult if the woman knows what to do. The General was just making it look harder than it is."

Ramzy El-Najjar brightened up considerably.

"Then will I be able to teach Selima," he said.

"Master," said Zubeydeh in a shocked voice, "She is your wife. This is a concubine trick."

"Your husband taught you," he objected.

"Master, I was only his concubine at the time," she said, not wanting to go into the differences between a girlfriend with no definite plans for marriage, in London, and a member of the harem here.

As it happened she was never asked to start to teach him because, though he never told her, he was afraid he would fail to learn and did not want her to see him as anything less than perfect.

A week later, Ramzy El-Najjar sat watching in her bathroom as Zubeydeh was being prepared for the next party and remarked, "You did well last time."

"Master, thank you for praising my poor efforts."

He toyed with one breast for a few moments and the rose to leave.

"I hope you have concocted a really good 'something special' to be offered this time," he said as he left the room.

Zubeydeh panicked at that. She had not even thought about it, let alone concocted something that these jaded old roués would not have tried a thousand times. Eventually she decided that this time the "something special" he mentioned would be something she had read about for years, lately wondered about, but never had the opportunity to try.

'I am prepared to bet they haven't either, ' she thought, 'These are men with many women in their harems and they've often had threesomes or foursomes, and some of them moresomes, but always one man with lots of women. I bet few of them have shared a woman with another man. If I play my cards right I can certainly suck one while another fucks me, and maybe get three pricks inside me at once.'

When the party started she shook off the hand of the guiding eunuch and sidling up to the first guest she took his hand, a daring gesture in itself, and raised him up off the couch. Then she led him to a second couch and was about to start a twosome when she decided to go for broke straight away. She led both of them to a third couch. Now all was silence and she felt an enormous thrill that every eye in the room was on her, avidly watching to see what miracle of the Emir's harem she would offer. The third man she persuaded to lie back with his prick erect, and lowered her cunt on to it. Lying forward across his torso, slightly to one side so her chin was on his shoulder, she drew one of her two 'captives' to her mouth and took his engorged member firmly between her lips and sucked. Waving the third man behind her, she reached back and spread the arse crack wide, offering the darker entrance for him to use. The three men all seemed to like the idea of a joint fuck, and she soon got the hang of moving in time with their needs.

As skilled horsemen, they quickly adjusted to her timing and things were going very smoothly when Ramzy El-Najjar said, "So you see, gentlemen, two Emirs and a Prince can be handled simultaneously by such a one!"

After that her first orgasm of the night was not long coming and the trio fell apart as she bucked and screamed in ecstasy. Only the man below her actually came, filling her vagina with his outpourings as the one in her arse was unseated.

The prick in her mouth she lost as she gave tongue in her exuberance, yelling "Yeeeessss. Fuck meeeeee," in a most un-princess-like manner.

There was no shortage of volunteers to try this three-way novelty and most tried all the variations. It was a long, long evening and through it all Ramzy El-Najjar only watched, and smiled as he thought how pleased the Emir would be if he only knew how well his little scheme was being carried out. In a small crevice above the cornice in the far corner of the room a tiny piece of curved glass gleamed unseen and nobody heard the almost silent whirring as the servo-motors adjusted the camera angle at the behest of the watching Emir.