In the heart of the Arabian desert, there was a grand palace owned by a wealthy and powerful sultan. He was known for his harem, a group of beautiful women who were tasked to serve and entertain him. Among them was Farrah, a young woman of eighteen with a voluptuous figure and a pair of inviting brown eyes. She was known for her unique fashion choice – a lipstick red bikini that accentuated her curves and drew attention to her whenever she walked.
One day, a handsome stranger arrived at the palace. He was a merchant from a distant land, and he had heard tales of the sultan’s harem. The merchant was intrigued and asked if he could see them. The sultan, amused by the merchant’s audacity, granted his request and allowed him to choose one woman to spend the night with.
The merchant’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the beauty of each woman. But when he saw Farrah, he knew he had made his choice. He approached her, and with a charming smile, he asked if she would join him for the night. Farrah, who had never felt such attraction towards a man before, agreed.
They retired to the merchant’s chambers, and the moment the door closed, the air was filled with tension. The merchant took Farrah’s hand and led her to the bed. He looked into her eyes, and she saw the desire burning within him. He leaned in, and their lips met in a passionate kiss.
The merchant’s hands roamed Farrah’s body, feeling the curves beneath the lipstick red bikini. He trailed kisses down her neck, leaving a red mark on her skin. Farrah moaned, her body responding to the stranger’s touch. She pulled him closer, wanting more.
The merchant obliged, removing Farrah’s bikini top with a flick of his fingers. He took a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Farrah gasped, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her. The merchant continued to explore her body, his hands and mouth driving her wild with desire.
Farrah, not wanting to be outdone, undressed the merchant. She traced her fingers down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath. She took his hard cock in her hand, stroking it gently. The merchant groaned, his hips thrusting forward.
Farrah, eager to taste him, lowered her head and took him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the taste. The merchant moaned, his hands tangled in her hair as she took him deeper.
But the merchant wanted more. He lifted Farrah off of him and laid her on the bed. He spread her legs, exposing her wet pussy. He leaned down and licked her, causing Farrah to cry out in pleasure. The merchant continued to tease her, his tongue flicking against her clit. Farrah writhed beneath him, her hands fisting the sheets as she approached her climax.
The merchant, knowing she was close, slid a finger inside of her. He curled it, hitting her g-spot. Farrah’s back arched off the bed, and she came hard, her juices coating his hand.
But the merchant wasn’t done yet. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside of her. Farrah gasped, her body adjusting to the intrusion. The merchant began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. Farrah met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in sync.
Their moans filled the room, drowning out the sounds of the palace outside. The merchant, feeling himself close to climax, reached down and rubbed Farrah’s clit. She cried out, her body tensing as another orgasm washed over her. The merchant followed soon after, his cock throbbing as he came deep inside of her.
They lay there, spent and satisfied. The merchant looked at Farrah, his eyes filled with affection. Farrah looked back, a small smile on her lips. She knew that she had found someone special in this stranger. And for one night, they belonged to each other.
