In the heart of a bustling Arabic city, a sultry Sultana, Aisha, reclined on her opulent divan, clad in a sheer, diaphanous gown that revealed more than it concealed. Her dark eyes glittered with desire as she contemplated the handsome, half-naked slave boy who stood before her, nervously awaiting her command.
“Come hither, boy,” she purred, beckoning him closer. “I would taste the nectar of your desire.”
The slave boy, Ahmed, obeyed, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached the Sultana. He could see the outline of her full breasts and the dark curls of her womanhood through the thin fabric of her gown. He swallowed hard, his own desire growing as he knelt before her.
Aisha reached out, her delicate fingers tracing the contours of Ahmed’s muscular chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath her touch, and she smiled. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his, her tongue snaking out to taste him. Ahmed responded in kind, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace.
The Sultana pulled back, her eyes dark with desire. “Undo your trousers, boy,” she commanded. “I would see your desire for me.”
Ahmed did as he was told, his trousers falling to the ground to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. Aisha’s eyes widened with desire as she took in the sight of him, her own womanhood growing wet with need.
She reached out, wrapping her fingers around Ahmed’s cock. She stroked him gently, her thumb tracing the sensitive head of his penis. Ahmed moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as he felt the Sultana’s touch.
Aisha leaned in, her lips closing around the head of Ahmed’s cock. She sucked him gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. Ahmed groaned, his hands reaching out to tangle in the Sultana’s hair.
The Sultana took Ahmed deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching wide around his girth. She sucked him harder now, her head bobbing up and down as she pleasured him. Ahmed moaned, his hips thrusting in time with the Sultana’s movements.
Suddenly, Aisha pulled back, Ahmed’s cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. “Not yet, my love,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I would taste more of you first.”
She stood, her gown falling to the ground in a pool of silk and satin. She was completely naked now, her body bared for Ahmed’s pleasure. She lay back on the divan, her legs spread wide.
“Come to me, my love,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire. “Taste me, and make me yours.”
Ahmed did not need to be told twice. He crawled between the Sultana’s legs, his tongue snaking out to taste her wet, swollen womanhood. Aisha moaned, her hips bucking as she felt his hot, wet tongue on her.
Ahmed licked and sucked at the Sultana’s pussy, his fingers tracing circles around her clit. Aisha moaned louder now, her hands reaching down to tangle in Ahmed’s hair.
“Yes, yes,” she cried out, her hips grinding against Ahmed’s face. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
Ahmed could feel the Sultana’s orgasm building, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling faster as he brought her to the brink.
Suddenly, Aisha cried out, her body shaking as she came hard. Ahmed continued to lick and suck at her, drawing out her orgasm until she begged him to stop.
Panting, Aisha pulled Ahmed up to her, his cock pressing against her still-sensitive pussy. “Fuck me, my love,” she whispered, her eyes dark with desire. “Make me yours.”
Ahmed did not need to be told twice. He entered the Sultana slowly, savoring the feel of her hot, wet pussy around his cock. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to thrust.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they fucked. Aisha moaned louder now, her hips meeting Ahmed’s thrusts with her own.
“Yes, yes, fuck me,” she cried out, her nails digging into Ahmed’s back. “Fuck me harder, my love.”
Ahmed complied, his hips pistoning faster as he drove into the Sultana. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he approached the brink.
Suddenly, he cried out, his cock throbbing as he came hard, his hot, sticky cum filling the Sultana’s pussy. Aisha moaned, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt him come inside her.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Aisha stroked Ahmed’s hair, her eyes soft with love as they caught their breath.
“I am yours, my love,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the contours of his face. “Forever.”
