Six Of The Best

By Beverley Ashton

An anthology of six of the best loved erotic stories by Beverley Ashton. Originally writing for sexually liberated women Ashton has found a strong following with men too. This anthology caters for various tastes but includes such favorites as The Stage, The Group (CFNM) and The Sheik's Procurer. If Ashton hasn't lived some of the experiences she describes, then she has one hell of an imagination. As they say in the movies, 'it's like being there!'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Beverley Ashton
• Release date: Apr 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311493767

Beverley Ashton

I'm a writer of erotic fiction. I'm in my thirties and I've had some adventures. I like tall shoes, sexy clothes and red lipstick. I take very good care of my hands, feet and nails. I love to feel sexy and to get looks from men and women. Which stories are pure fantasy and which have a basis in personal experience you'll have to try and work out for yourselves.

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Six Of The Best

Beverley Ashton

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The Sheik’s Procurer

Being a debutant was so exciting, the war had been over nearly five years and every year there seemed to be more glamour coming back, more life and razzamatazz. Diana had waited so long for this year of social whirl and parties and now she was being courted by this amazing, handsome, wealthy, tall, dark, mysterious, yes so mysterious, but so captivating man.

Everyone seemed to know him, but no one seemed quite sure where they knew him from. Money was certainly no object and at nineteen, well, nearly twenty Diana felt she was a fully formed woman. She certainly looked the part, in the sequence of glamorous, not to say bank breakingly expensive, clothes her parents had splashed out for; satins and silks and the lingerie, the shoes, the jewelry, yes she had it all.

She was educated, could talk about the arts, history, politics, religion and she spoke the King’s English as the King, or at least as one of the princesses would. Sexually an inexperienced, untouched even, virgin, Diana nonetheless saw herself as a sophisticated socialite, free spirited and independent.

This was something Amir encouraged. He encouraged her to meet him clandestinely when parents and chaperones were out of the way. He treated her with great respect and charm. He romanced her with words, kissed her gently, kissed her deeply, but never took his hands from her waist or back. Yes clearly he was a gentleman, a rich, kind, educated, attractive, witty, sophisticated man. Her knees buckled at the thought of him.

And what delicious knees they were. She stood naked but for her shoes in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom and took in the sight that greeted her. Her hair was glossy, dark and smooth. With the cosmetics she wore, expertly applied, by herself, as taught at finishing school, and not at all overdone, she did indeed look like a sophisticated, sexually aware woman. Provocative but subtle.

She stood well, her shoulders square, her round breasts firm, high, pert and her nipples hard. Her rib cage was visible but nicely so, neither excess fat nor bony just a lovely shape that slanted in ripples down to her flat smooth stomach and the neat little slit of her navel. Below that, her pubic hair was a tight mass of dark intoxicating curls.

Her thighs were long, smooth and slender, her knees small and smooth, her calves were just beginning to fill out, helped in their shape by the tall satin shoes that enclosed her tiny feet. Her arms and hands were similarly elegant and the painted nails, the necklace and two small rings did not so much gild the lily as draw attention to her pristine, flawless beauty.

Yes she was a rare flower, so perfect, so lithe and fresh and young. Amir knew this was a treasure his master would relish. And, she thought herself so sophisticated. Getting her away long enough to smuggle her safely on to the boat would be all too easy. He would have felt guilty had he not done it so many times before, but strangely, this time, he felt a pang of jealousy, that he would acquire her for another man. When he screwed Nooriya he found himself thinking about Diana. It was a bizarre life, sexy, exciting, fun, dangerous, but sometimes so frustrating. The rules by which he lived were beginning to punish him.

Nooriya was his and she was a beautiful woman, with more sexual arts than anyone he’d ever met, or slept with. She could create an erection for a dead man he sometimes thought. Her technique, her skill with fingers, tongue, mouth were incredible, the sensations she could create in his body were remarkable, unbelievable, virtually indescribable. She would take his balls in her mouth, and she knew, she just knew, as if by magic exactly how to suck them, move them around with her tongue, to create a sensation that was close to agony, spiced with fear and yet was ecstasy.

She would insert a finger in his anus so deftly and she would do something, what, even he didn’t understand, at precisely the moment of orgasm that would, double, triple, quadruple, the power, he didn’t know exactly, so intense was what happened he couldn’t know anything. So powerful an orgasm resulted, as might rock a mans belief in everything, turn his brains to jelly, make his thighs quiver and produce a reaction so long, so intense that the ejaculation pumped and pumped and pumped again, even when all hope of semen and sperm must be exhausted. She could make him come so hard that every muscle in his body ached afterward from being so tensed up, so tight. The uncontrollable clenching and shuddering of every part of him, meant that when he at last relaxed he felt like he’d been through a war.

And war it was. Nooriya loved him, deeply, intensely, insanely even though she’d never dare tell him. When she fucked him she wanted him to feel it then and hours later, this was her only power over him. Her hold on him.

It was a drug though and he was hopelessly addicted to it, but just occasionally the idea of a fresh, young, inexperienced virgin like Diana appealed so much, too much. Was it the variety he needed or was it the feeling of power it would give him? The idea of taking this beauty and being the first to penetrate her, to make her feel things she’d never felt before, to make her bleed and gasp, to fill her and imagine what she felt being taken for the first time.

But from the moment Diana entered the ship she would be considered the property of the harem. She would have to be educated as Nooriya once had been, but no whole man would ever look on her face again except the sheik. Sailors would be bound and blindfolded for her to practice on, with hands and mouth, feet and breasts, in fact any and every part of her except her pussy, and Amir would fuck Nooriya in every conceivable way, every biologically possible position, for Diana to learn from, but she must watch through a window and Amir, who knew her face so intimately, who had kissed her and held her tight in the trapping phase, must no longer look at her. She was for the sheik, the other women of the harem and the eunuchs, but would no longer be for Amir. Perhaps this was why he’d drawn the kidnap out just that little bit longer than it really warranted.

Diana had to become that perfect contradiction, a woman who knew every way to make a man hard, excited, needy. She would have to be a tantalizing, cock-sucking, teasing whore but untouched and chaste herself. The sheik was not getting any younger and beauty he’d had many times, variety excited him, but for sustained success Diana needed schooling. But not just yet, a day or two more for me thought Amir, for me.

And so, when he took Nooriya that evening he fantasized about Diana and Nooriya knew it and loved him anyway.

How did she get here? Where was here? Why did everything seem to be moving? Was it a nightmare? Who were these other girls? Why did they look so, so, shocked was the only thing that came to mind. Then suddenly there was Amir, her beloved Amir everything would be fine, he would explain, the fear evaporated.

Where are we Amir? Who are these people? How did I get here? The questions tumbled out. You are on a ship, bound for the desert, these girls are property of the harem, as are you now. How did you get here? I drugged you. This is the last time I shall ever see your face, you belong to my master now, but you will see my face, through that window. It’s a mirror on the other side, I will not be able to see you, no intact man will ever look on your face again, except the man who owns you now. You think you’re so grown up, don’t you. You’re not, but you’ll learn a lot on this voyage. You’ve never been taken by a man, but you must become an expert lover, even before you lose your virginity.

The first part of your education will begin today, you and the others will watch me take Nooriya, through that window, you will watch many times and if you do not watch Aaliya will take great delight in forcing you. I should warn you, she likes inflicting pain on the girls, and other things. This isn’t happening, what are you telling me, I love you, you love me. "No, I don’t, I serve my master and you will to. Learn well, make him happy and you will live in luxury, bejeweled and with power over others, fail and you will be little more than a servant to those who do satisfy him. He will give you a new name and will control all aspects of your life, forget Diana, forget your family, forget your