Younger Than Springtime
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His arrival at Charles de Gaulle airport was quite satisfactory. The Embassy staff all made deep obeisance on the tarmac and his car was waiting at the bottom of the steps. There was none of the VIP Lounge flummery which he so disliked. When they reached the Embassy itself he was shown in past staff who were all strictly heads to the floor, and he was shown to an excellent suite of rooms. Within seconds of him walking in a naked young woman came into the day-room carrying a tray of coffee.
"Master," she said, and put the tray down.
Then she made the most elegant obeisance he had ever seen, while keeping her rear end high in the air. As he walked round her he could see every detail of her shaven pudendum, labia and anal cleft.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I am the Ambassador's daughter, Master," she replied, "I apologise that I am not a virgin, but one can be here in moments if that is my Master's wishes. The Ambassador thought the Master, may he live for ever, would want a young woman, but my mother also awaits any summons my Master may make."
Clearly the lessons of the Emir's visit to London some three years earlier had not been forgotten.
"Call both of them in, please, your mother and the virgin," he said, more out of curiosity than desire.
The young woman rose and pressed a bell push beside the desk three short rings. Immediately the outer door opened and two women entered. One was an older woman, of about forty he guessed, with no trace of shyness; the other was much younger, appearing only sixteen or so, and was obviously very nervous. They both lowered themselves into the French version of an obeisance, with the legs nearly straight and the forehead on the floor. He inspected them also from behind, and slid his forefinger into the older woman's vagina and his thumb into her rear passage. Both entrances were properly oiled and she did not move a muscle as he did so.
SLAP!
He used his bare hand to smack the young girl hard on one upraised buttock. To her credit she did not move far, and uttered no sound.
"Up," he said, and when both were upright he continued, "Who are you?"
"I am, Fathiyeh, the Head Wife of the Ambassador, Master," said the older woman.
"I am the youngest daughter of the Second Secretary, Master," said the girl, on the edge of tears.
"How old are you?"
"Just sixteen, Master."
"And still a virgin?"
"Master, I was born here in Paris and there are no suitable husbands here, so my father decided to keep me here. I think he will order me to replace my mother in his bed one day soon."
"Good. Now all three of you may go. If I need any of you later I will call. Send the Ambassador in."
The Ambassador scurried in and fell to the floor.
"Up," said the Emir, "Thank you. Your reception of me has been most proper. It is unlikely that I shall avail myself of any of your three women, unless the Second Secretary wishes me to deflower the child for him."
"Your Magnificence, may you live for ever, he would be most honoured..."
The Emir interrupted him, "Simply call me Master, that will suffice. The Second Secretary may petition for my time when he finds her a husband. What is the problem there?"
"He has ideas above his station, Master," said the Ambassador, bravely.
"Fool," said the Emir, "He can sort that out himself. Personally, I don't like virgins; they don't know what to do, and it can be messy. If I were to use any of your women it would be your head wife. Now I would like a couple of hours to myself, then I shall go out with only my personal guard. What social programme has been arranged?"
"Master, we were told that this would be a private visit and that no formalities were appropriate. There is only an Embassy reception here tomorrow afternoon."
"Good. That fits my wishes perfectly. Now you may withdraw."
A couple of minutes after he had left, the Emir opened the outer door of his suite. As he had expected, the Ambassador's head wife was standing there naked.
"Come in," he said, "Sit over there. You make the place look untidy standing outside my door."
The woman looked frightened, so he added, "At least sit and wait instead of standing to attention like a soldier. Your beauty will be pleasant for my eyes to rest on."
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Ian glanced across at Susie. He looked at her in profile, her beautiful young face partially hidden by her mass of shoulder length, auburn coloured hair. Aware of his look, Susie turned her head slowly towards him. Her small, white, even teeth glistened as she flashed him a delicious smile, a smile that made his heart thump and his cock jerk. For a moment, he was distracted by the French countryside flashing by behind her head as the Eurostar train they were on rushed towards Paris. Looking at...
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