WHEN desire becomes obsession

Ahmed was a man racial, purely Arabic features, dark skin, big nose, bushy eyebrows had buried their eyes sometimes hiding what they observed and the expression of them was leaving, under the robe the great mass of fat that was sensed by belly at the end of the sleeves their hands mulatto wearing rings and incredibly luxurious manicured nails that contrasted with his sweaty face and greasy appearance. Watching leagues Ahmed enjoyed care from someone of his position and wealth but definitely looked habit did not make the monk.

The shop was colorful, full of tulle funny colors hung from the tent, decorated with golden lamps and floor carpeted with rich carpets in iridescent geometries, he perceived its disposal several separated by curtains and veils rooms; reveled smell the aromas of spices and incense filled the tent.

Ahmed at his invitation addressed to Carl to a couch covered in gold burgundy silk topped located in one side of the median third. Beside a small table containing a silver tray with some fruit as a snack, pita bread and a jar engraved with matching red serving tray overflowing; several glasses completed the ensemble of metal waiting to be filled and some fine cloth remained neatly folded for use as napkins. The old man took it filled the two glasses of wine, offered a Carl and with the other hand suggested that some food picotease the young man with an appreciative gesture dismissed.

It was Carl son of bourgeois merchant, his father in peace rested, had opened the routes between the two countries and between their contact Ahmed was, years ago became right hands to each other and Carl firstborn had inherited the business and friendships forged by his ascendancy. The boy was inexperienced but had a structured and fitted in such a way over the years now that the only role was played by the previously signed documents reviewed by his advisers and to make an appearance at meetings with senior Muslim leaders, they never allowed congregations with errands and that’s how Carl was the visible head of the business of Morgan but not save her for it.

His appearance as well as their attitudes to trade was revealing, man of medium height, slim, with languid air wrapped in an air of false illness, melancholy and distracted expression following a brown bangs that fell over half a face. Ahmed was aware of the shortcomings of the boy but felt sorry for him, somehow friendship with the family forced him to sponsor him emotionally and therefore futilely disguised Ahmed Carl defects to the rest of businessmen, presenting the puppet as an observant man taciturn, not moving piece to be sure your steps and that made an intelligent, restrained and talented for the business person. But nobody really believed being protected from Ahmed, was not discussed.

The Moor slapped for a moment there was silence and Carl stood expectantly. After a few seconds the curtains of the adjoining room opened and they entered what Ahmed appointed as the ladies of paradise. A row of women stood before the two, all dressed in silky skirts semitransparent it revealed the charms and disappointments (to the boy’s eyes) of them. Ahmed made a rotating gesture of his hand and the slave one after another half turned around they got on all fours and away the clothes revealing rump and jewels that hid between his legs.

Come on Carl, do not incomodes- talking Ahmed as he approached the girls – it’s time to stop being a child, better than in the arms of one of my dear and beautiful pieces. You have to choose from, there is something for everyone, skinny or fleshy, never mind any of them will please you immensely, if you want you can taste before you choose – and as he said this happened almost by entering their index and middle fingers in the pussy of one of the girls did not even flinch, caught his hand to his enormous nose and sniffed, then he licked his fingers and closed his eyes in ecstasy.

He screamed it out of the trance and Carl took to divert events.

What is it, where it comes from that shout

Oh, it’s nothing young son, is merely an untamed horse.

-How?I found a girl – joined the couch pointing to the place of origin, another room after skirting right

. You want to see Carl -Curioso, dressage? Let’s see, let your gift and then – laughed Ahmed took him to the next room.

The image of that scene greatly impressed the boy. That room was not at all luxurious and carefully into the details, rather dingy and poor decor seemed more a stay of torture than a place dedicated to leisure.

Two burly cuarteleros they are guarding and subjected to a naked young woman who was tied to a horse quadrupedal about it were on it. One clutched a wooden handle with which violated manually to the owner of the screams.

No panic, how do you think how come my flowers to be so submissive and obedient as I showed you before ?, become part of my garden has a price.

Carl Ahmed listened with staring elsewhere.

Oh young boy, you are so ignorant of certain arts. What you’re so distracted from my words? I understand, you like that jamelga, do not want to aim so high, it is much filly to me even better ought to choose any other room.

Indeed meanwhile Ahmed explained his methods dressage, Carl had noticed that in the same room another girl was handcuffed waiting their turn to be subjugated.

I want that – Carl said a little hesitant – I do not like things rolled

. A laugh escaped again Ahmed throat.

-At The end it will be that our inexperienced friend is full of surprises. So be it.It is night that the campaign carried the boy – ordered henchmen – but be warned that it is wild, you can not do anything with it

. It had been a few hours since Carl discovered that apart from the business side of Ahmed, on the one hand he raised in another country, another culture, he was stunned; those modes, ways of having women as prehistoric remotely, such that if they were a commodity with which to treat and dispose of will. But he was at the feeling that he could not restrain the impulse to scuttle all its principles and launch a part of that humiliation. Anyway it would be best to go to bed and let it all dissipate as a simple thought, in two days back home and everything would remain as a mere anecdote.

He came in with his thoughts on canvas destined to his quarters and looked up was there, of course mandates Ahmed did not expect, against the soft cushions that served as the bed had been set; a crosshead knotted wrists and ankles, prepared as the other by a brief browse clothing that allowed the firm tanned teen meat. Leggy and ebony hair, berbiquís lips, fleshy inviting being bitten, but Carl was lost in his eyes deep and full of pride, dark, penetrating gaze and even challenging. He spent all night dazzled watching the girl that never wavered in attitude but will counteract that Carl would not have approached her.

The next morning the boy returned to his chores with Ahmed unexpectedly did not refer any more Gift Carl, before returning the boy told him that he would delay his departure a few days, Ahmed did not seem surprised.

-Occidentales, They offered a hobby and end up falling in love – muttered through clenched teeth.

It was the second night while dining something Carl sat in front of the girl, offered grapes extending his hand near her mouth and she even hungry withdrew his face.

Worse for you, I do not think you have the same strength if no evidence bite in a fall sick days.

The girl glanced at him and nodded, giving something in his posture. Carl rose and one by one was feeding him some barberry she took with her thick lips lightly touching the boy’s fingers.

You are so beautiful, so inviting … ahhhh – said the young man behind him whispered in his ear – should beat you – shouted while biting oppressed phalanges. Yet Carl took pity on the girl.

The next few days were spent almost equally, Carl worked as swiftly ran ended campaign eager to see the young. Transited almost sleepless night, he read aloud under the care of the maid, fed him and affectionately She cleansed. She put resistance, furious with every word and gesture of affectionate Carl, who endured all the slights without giving any importance.

That morning Carl again started to wash the sweaty from her body, grabbed the damp sponge and passed over his face, slowly down his neck and reveled in every pore of the skin of his obsession, he delighted in their breasts, belly and stopped there prudish, but this time could not contain himself and fell to his thighs; young and reacted with little movement that provided the bonds managed to strike with the knee Carl’s face. He could not restrain himself, he had tried to be kind, patient curb what she aroused in him and yet she was still the same arrogant woman who brought him in days. It exploded in anger and intense animal impulse seized lazy guy that good manners; He lunged at her and stripped of his garments, she tried to escape to the spider and bite but the young Carl Clement had nothing left. Licked the coveted breasts, pinch, sipped each of the corners of it, to tamper with the passage of his palms, he disturbed it down his pants with one hand swung his erect meanwhile the other clawed thighs struggling to close phallus. With a sharp blow got the girl cejase for a moment resisting and Carl take to sheathe his penis into her vagina tearing a howl Young, the rushing again and again, more and more furious as she increasingly overdue hardly put any intransigence … Carl spilled inside her exhausted and fell to his knees. As the seconds passed he realized the brutality and the monster he’d become. He took a knife and cut the knots tears that held the girl.

How can you forgive me? – Begged Carl

She stared at him with the little strength he had left propyne Carl slap it hurt more in the consciousness that in the face.

Get me out of this hell, take me to your country – were the first and almost last words she would dedicate her

. -But how? Would you still you come with me

No mistake, why would you think if you do not come out of here

The next day started with the young Carl course England, it was the least he could offer.