In the heart of the ancient Middle Eastern city, the Sultan lay on his opulent divan, a glass of sweet mint tea in hand. His eyes were heavy with desire as he watched the young servant girl, Aisha, enter the room. She was a vision of beauty with her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. She was barely eighteen, a mere teenager, but her body was already that of a woman’s. The Sultan had wanted her for himself ever since he had first laid eyes on her.
“Come here, Aisha,” the Sultan commanded, patting the space beside him on the divan.
Aisha hesitated for a moment, but then she obeyed, sashaying over to the Sultan with a seductive sway to her hips. She sat down next to him, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what the Sultan wanted, and she was ready to give it to him.
The Sultan set his glass of tea down on the table and turned to face Aisha. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She leaned into his touch, her breath hitching in her throat as he leaned in to kiss her.
Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, but it quickly grew more passionate. The Sultan’s hands roamed over Aisha’s body, caressing her breasts and her thighs. She moaned softly as he slipped his hand under her dress, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him.
The Sultan broke the kiss and looked into Aisha’s eyes. “I want you,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“I want you too,” Aisha replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Sultan stood up and pulled Aisha to her feet. He led her over to the bed and gently pushed her down onto it. He climbed on top of her, his body covering hers. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands continued to roam over her body.
Aisha reached down and undid the Sultan’s pants, freeing his hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it, her thumb brushing over the tip. The Sultan moaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.
Then, Aisha leaned down and took the Sultan’s cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked it, her tongue swirling around the tip. The Sultan’s hips bucked as she took him deeper into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down.
The Sultan reached down and tangled his fingers in Aisha’s hair, guiding her as she sucked him. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He groaned as he came, his hot cum filling Aisha’s mouth. She swallowed it all, her eyes never leaving the Sultan’s.
The Sultan collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty. Aisha crawled up beside him and laid her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, feeling her heart beating in time with his own.
They lay there in silence for a few moments, their bodies still entwined. The Sultan knew that this was the beginning of something new, something special. He couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them.
But for now, they were content to just lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion.
