In the heart of the Middle East, in a palace adorned with gold and jewels, a Sultan lay on his bed, his chiseled chest glistening with sweat. His curly hair was disheveled, and his dark eyes gleamed with desire. He was partially naked, only a silk garment wrapped around his waist, revealing his toned abs and muscular legs.
Tonight, he had summoned his favorite concubine, a young woman with olive skin and dark hair, who had been serving him for months. She entered the room, her hips swaying gently, dressed in a transparent veil that left little to the imagination.
The Sultan’s eyes wandered over her body, taking in her full breasts and curvy figure. He beckoned her closer, and she obeyed, her heart pounding with anticipation. He reached out and stroked her cheek, then trailed his fingers down her neck, making her shiver with pleasure.
Their eyes locked, and the Sultan pulled her closer, crushing his lips against hers. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lipstick. She responded eagerly, her body pressed against his, feeling his hardness against her belly.
The Sultan’s hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her veil. She moaned with pleasure, her body on fire with desire. He pulled the veil aside, revealing her erect nipples, and took one in his mouth, sucking and biting gently.
The woman arched her back, her breathing quickening as the Sultan’s mouth worked its magic. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, while his hand slid down her belly and slipped inside her panties. She was already wet, her pussy throbbing with need.
The Sultan stroked her clit, making her moan louder. He inserted a finger inside her, then two, stretching her tight opening. She was panting now, her body trembling with pleasure. He added a third finger, preparing her for his cock.
The Sultan removed his fingers and positioned himself between her legs. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock. She gasped as he filled her up, her body adjusting to his size.
He began to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She met his thrusts, their bodies slapping together, making loud, carnal sounds. The Sultan reached down and stroked her clit, making her moan louder.
Their bodies moved in a rhythm, the Sultan’s cock hitting her G-spot with each thrust. She felt the familiar tension building up inside her, her orgasm approaching. The Sultan felt it too, his balls tightening as he prepared to cum.
With a loud moan, she came, her pussy clenching around the Sultan’s cock. He followed soon after, filling her up with his seed. They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined.
The Sultan pulled out and got up, leaving the woman on the bed. He walked to the window, looking out at the city below. The woman watched him, her body still humming with pleasure. She knew she had pleased him, and that was all that mattered.
Tomorrow, another concubine would take her place, but for now, she was the Sultan’s favorite. And she would savor every moment of it.
