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I sat, cross legged, frightened and nervous. I just didn't understand him. The man, who I guessed was a very rich Sultan, was speaking quickly, and in another languange then my own. I was in a tent, sitting on plush pillows, and a beautifully woven rug. Was he mad because I had kicked him? I mean, what else was I supposed to do when he kidnapped me along with some of his guards when I'm washing clothes at the river. Very inconsiderate I say.
The man finally leaves and I watch as the guards file out, one by one. Am i free to go? I start to stand when 4 women come in. They are all about 16, a little younger then me, except the biggest woman. She is about 35 and is more rugged looking. What surprises me most is that they are barely wearing any clothes. A small covering over their breasts, and little more then underwear to cover their-womanly aspects. I look down at my own robes, my soft skirt that my mother made for me and wish I was back home. I look up as a large tub of steaming water is brought in.
The larger woman barks an order to the younger ones and they come closer to me and gesture for me to take my clothes off. I blush and back up shaking my head at them.
"No. I wil not take off my clothes." The woman just become more persitant and even agitated until finally one rips at my sleeve, tearing it at the seam.
"No! My shirt!" I fall over and suddenly they are on me, pullign off all articles of clothing. I lay on the ground, naked, feeling violated. They gesture for me to stand up but I refuse, whimpering. Finally the larger woman picks me up and dumps me intot eh tub, my head going under. I come up spluttering and the woman laugh. Then they start to wash me. They scrub my hair with expensive soaps and pour lilac scented water over me.
One young woman points to my large breasts and laughs then points at her own, giggling, but I see a look of envy come into her eyes. I cover my breasts self-concsiously. I've always had large breasts but everyone in my town was very modest. 'Never even show your calf to a man you have not been married to. You could be whipped.' My mother always said. And it was the truth. Finally the women finished washing me and helped me out of the tub, then dried me off with velvety towels. Once dry they hand me and outfit like theirs and I slip into it. The they lead me out of the tent.
I look around, surprised to see a small river in the distance. It must be where the water came from then was boiled on large fire. A collection of shacks and wood huts surround me and the smell of cooking me floats in the air. My stomach rumbles and I smile, thinking once more of my mother. Then I look up and gasp. A large building rises up out of the desert sands, looking like the Taj Mahal. Guards stan at all entrances and I feel a cold shiver down my back. Will I ever get home?
The next thing I know I am being led into a large room. A soft, plush carpet adorns the floor, and silk curtains, surrounding the door leading out to the balcony, blow softly in the breeze. The woman deposit me on the rug, smile and giggle then leave. I sit there, awkward and wonderign what is going on when the Sultan comes in from the balcony. He smiles and says something kindly, then sits down next to me. I inch away and he inches closer. He says something kindly, a question but I still can't understand him so I shake my head.
The man just smiles and puts his hand on my knee. I look him in the eyes and see something lighting in his eyes, a wild part of him. Truth be told, a tingling sensation was traveling through my body, making me quiver. The man moves his hand down my thigh to my.... I smack his hand away and shout in his face. Bad idea. The Sultan grabs my arm, squeezing tightly making tears come to my eyes. His face is red and he shouts at me, in his harsh, brutal languange.I shrink away and start to cry. The Sultan seems to calm down after a moment. He looks at my red arm and he says something. Even in his language I can understand it is an apology.
I nod but tears still stream down my face. The Sultan stands, pours a cup of hot tea from a pot sitting by the fireplace and hands it to me. I take a sip and smile at the sweet vanilla taste. I finish the cup in a minute and when I look up I see the Sultan leave. He shuts the door firmly behind him and I hear the click of a lock. I am still sad but the tea has amde me feel better. I sit back on the soft carpet, and think fo my name. Leona means lion. I must be as strong as the lion. I swallow and lay my head back, closing my eyes.
I open my eyes again. It is dark outside and I realize I must have fallen asleep. The fire has died down and a slight chill has rept into the air. As I blink the door cracks open and the Sultan walks into quietly. He sees me awake and sits next to me. I swallow and look at the Sultan then at the bruise on ym arm from earlier. He puts his hand on my thigh and I don't refuse him. He smiles slightly and leans closer to me. His eyes show truth in them and the wild part of him I saw earlier. His mouth touches mine and I feel a warmth come to my lips. His lips are soft and mold to mine. He pulls back and I smile at him faintly. He smiles back and, putting his hands on my shoulders, pushes me back onto teh carpet. He looks down at me, his eyes lingering on my chest and smiles again.
He kisses me again and I feel warmth in my stomach, and even down lower. The Sultan's ahnd roams across my neck, over my chest, pausing lightly on each breast then to my stomach. He rubs in a gentle circular movement, adding to the warmth. I moan slightly and he kisses me again, this time his tongue moving along my lip. I part my mouth and his tongue enters mine, my tongue touching his. His breath tastes of mint and feel a dampness in my pants. Slowly he kisses me, then pulls back and breathes into my ear, making me shiver. He licks my throat and I moan again. His mouth travels down my throat, over my chest. He pulls ont he thin covering over my breasts, pulling down to my stomach.
His breath tickles my chest and I sigh happily. His tongue flicks across the raised mound of my nipple, then he covers my nipple with his mouth and sucks. My breathe is comign quicker now and his other hand massages my other breast. He sits backa nd pulls off his robes, revealing a well muscled, bronze chest. He doesn't take off his shorts though, which I am thankful for. He leans back down and sucks on both nipple at once, pushing my breasts together. Then he pulls off my under garments. He hand strokes the silky mound of hair their then travels father down, touching the warm dampness and breathing heavier. I arch my back as his finger strokes the small nodule between my legs. He rubs it gently at first, then harder and faster until I'm about ready to burst. The he pulls his hand back and I look at him in dissapointment. He smiles at me though and pulls off his pants.
I gaps and immediately feel nervous, even a little scared at the size of his manhood. He is thick and long, throbbing with expectation and I gingerly touch the tip. His manhood jerks and I pull my hand back. He smiles again but his brething is heavy and I know what he wants. I lay back down and spread my legs, my warm pink well open to him. He gets up and straddles me. I brace myself, my enitre body throbbing. Gently his manhood prods my openign and I gasp at the sudden burst of pleasure. He guides it in slwoly and I feel it inside me. I am amazed to see his entire manhood fits in my deep pink well. The Sultan seems surprised too then smiles widely and pushes in hard.
I shout out in pleasure, feeling his cock penetrate deeply. He pulls out thenlunges forward again, and I moan. He does this several times, roughly, then slows down and is more gentle. He pulls out, pushes in, and I feel the pleasure mounting. Finally he pulls back shoves in hard, and I scream in pleasure. He moans and I feel him release inside of me, giving me amazing pleasure. Finally the pleasure subsides and he slumps onto me. His cock slides out of me, limp against my leg but I know it will take only a moment for it to rise again. We lay like this for a while then he sits up. I sit up too and look at his large manhood. I stroke it gently with one finger, finding it still damp. I hold it in my hand and slowly start to stroke it, up and down, up and down. His cock starts to harden and he moans slightly, once more feelign pleasure. I get on my knees and take his cock in my mouth, sucking eagerly. He sighs in pleasure and I rub his cock as I suck on the head of it. After a moment he moans, his body shudders and he releases into my mouth. I swallow the sweet cum and smile again.
He lays back, obviously spent. But I am not finsihed. My slit is still throbbing and I want more. He is already asleep but I slip my finger into my deep well and push in hard. I moan as my entire finger goes in. I pull out my finger, findign it damp and lick another finger, makign it damp as well, then slip them both into me. I do what he had done to me with his cock and soon feel pleasure. I reach my climax and release, sighing at the feeling.
Who would have thought that I would be scared of this? It was amazing. I knew now that I could never return to my plain, modest village. I would stay with the Sultan, sharing pleasures often. I smiled and sank into a peaceful sleep.
The man finally leaves and I watch as the guards file out, one by one. Am i free to go? I start to stand when 4 women come in. They are all about 16, a little younger then me, except the biggest woman. She is about 35 and is more rugged looking. What surprises me most is that they are barely wearing any clothes. A small covering over their breasts, and little more then underwear to cover their-womanly aspects. I look down at my own robes, my soft skirt that my mother made for me and wish I was back home. I look up as a large tub of steaming water is brought in.
The larger woman barks an order to the younger ones and they come closer to me and gesture for me to take my clothes off. I blush and back up shaking my head at them.
"No. I wil not take off my clothes." The woman just become more persitant and even agitated until finally one rips at my sleeve, tearing it at the seam.
"No! My shirt!" I fall over and suddenly they are on me, pullign off all articles of clothing. I lay on the ground, naked, feeling violated. They gesture for me to stand up but I refuse, whimpering. Finally the larger woman picks me up and dumps me intot eh tub, my head going under. I come up spluttering and the woman laugh. Then they start to wash me. They scrub my hair with expensive soaps and pour lilac scented water over me.
One young woman points to my large breasts and laughs then points at her own, giggling, but I see a look of envy come into her eyes. I cover my breasts self-concsiously. I've always had large breasts but everyone in my town was very modest. 'Never even show your calf to a man you have not been married to. You could be whipped.' My mother always said. And it was the truth. Finally the women finished washing me and helped me out of the tub, then dried me off with velvety towels. Once dry they hand me and outfit like theirs and I slip into it. The they lead me out of the tent.
I look around, surprised to see a small river in the distance. It must be where the water came from then was boiled on large fire. A collection of shacks and wood huts surround me and the smell of cooking me floats in the air. My stomach rumbles and I smile, thinking once more of my mother. Then I look up and gasp. A large building rises up out of the desert sands, looking like the Taj Mahal. Guards stan at all entrances and I feel a cold shiver down my back. Will I ever get home?
The next thing I know I am being led into a large room. A soft, plush carpet adorns the floor, and silk curtains, surrounding the door leading out to the balcony, blow softly in the breeze. The woman deposit me on the rug, smile and giggle then leave. I sit there, awkward and wonderign what is going on when the Sultan comes in from the balcony. He smiles and says something kindly, then sits down next to me. I inch away and he inches closer. He says something kindly, a question but I still can't understand him so I shake my head.
The man just smiles and puts his hand on my knee. I look him in the eyes and see something lighting in his eyes, a wild part of him. Truth be told, a tingling sensation was traveling through my body, making me quiver. The man moves his hand down my thigh to my.... I smack his hand away and shout in his face. Bad idea. The Sultan grabs my arm, squeezing tightly making tears come to my eyes. His face is red and he shouts at me, in his harsh, brutal languange.I shrink away and start to cry. The Sultan seems to calm down after a moment. He looks at my red arm and he says something. Even in his language I can understand it is an apology.
I nod but tears still stream down my face. The Sultan stands, pours a cup of hot tea from a pot sitting by the fireplace and hands it to me. I take a sip and smile at the sweet vanilla taste. I finish the cup in a minute and when I look up I see the Sultan leave. He shuts the door firmly behind him and I hear the click of a lock. I am still sad but the tea has amde me feel better. I sit back on the soft carpet, and think fo my name. Leona means lion. I must be as strong as the lion. I swallow and lay my head back, closing my eyes.
I open my eyes again. It is dark outside and I realize I must have fallen asleep. The fire has died down and a slight chill has rept into the air. As I blink the door cracks open and the Sultan walks into quietly. He sees me awake and sits next to me. I swallow and look at the Sultan then at the bruise on ym arm from earlier. He puts his hand on my thigh and I don't refuse him. He smiles slightly and leans closer to me. His eyes show truth in them and the wild part of him I saw earlier. His mouth touches mine and I feel a warmth come to my lips. His lips are soft and mold to mine. He pulls back and I smile at him faintly. He smiles back and, putting his hands on my shoulders, pushes me back onto teh carpet. He looks down at me, his eyes lingering on my chest and smiles again.
He kisses me again and I feel warmth in my stomach, and even down lower. The Sultan's ahnd roams across my neck, over my chest, pausing lightly on each breast then to my stomach. He rubs in a gentle circular movement, adding to the warmth. I moan slightly and he kisses me again, this time his tongue moving along my lip. I part my mouth and his tongue enters mine, my tongue touching his. His breath tastes of mint and feel a dampness in my pants. Slowly he kisses me, then pulls back and breathes into my ear, making me shiver. He licks my throat and I moan again. His mouth travels down my throat, over my chest. He pulls ont he thin covering over my breasts, pulling down to my stomach.
His breath tickles my chest and I sigh happily. His tongue flicks across the raised mound of my nipple, then he covers my nipple with his mouth and sucks. My breathe is comign quicker now and his other hand massages my other breast. He sits backa nd pulls off his robes, revealing a well muscled, bronze chest. He doesn't take off his shorts though, which I am thankful for. He leans back down and sucks on both nipple at once, pushing my breasts together. Then he pulls off my under garments. He hand strokes the silky mound of hair their then travels father down, touching the warm dampness and breathing heavier. I arch my back as his finger strokes the small nodule between my legs. He rubs it gently at first, then harder and faster until I'm about ready to burst. The he pulls his hand back and I look at him in dissapointment. He smiles at me though and pulls off his pants.
I gaps and immediately feel nervous, even a little scared at the size of his manhood. He is thick and long, throbbing with expectation and I gingerly touch the tip. His manhood jerks and I pull my hand back. He smiles again but his brething is heavy and I know what he wants. I lay back down and spread my legs, my warm pink well open to him. He gets up and straddles me. I brace myself, my enitre body throbbing. Gently his manhood prods my openign and I gasp at the sudden burst of pleasure. He guides it in slwoly and I feel it inside me. I am amazed to see his entire manhood fits in my deep pink well. The Sultan seems surprised too then smiles widely and pushes in hard.
I shout out in pleasure, feeling his cock penetrate deeply. He pulls out thenlunges forward again, and I moan. He does this several times, roughly, then slows down and is more gentle. He pulls out, pushes in, and I feel the pleasure mounting. Finally he pulls back shoves in hard, and I scream in pleasure. He moans and I feel him release inside of me, giving me amazing pleasure. Finally the pleasure subsides and he slumps onto me. His cock slides out of me, limp against my leg but I know it will take only a moment for it to rise again. We lay like this for a while then he sits up. I sit up too and look at his large manhood. I stroke it gently with one finger, finding it still damp. I hold it in my hand and slowly start to stroke it, up and down, up and down. His cock starts to harden and he moans slightly, once more feelign pleasure. I get on my knees and take his cock in my mouth, sucking eagerly. He sighs in pleasure and I rub his cock as I suck on the head of it. After a moment he moans, his body shudders and he releases into my mouth. I swallow the sweet cum and smile again.
He lays back, obviously spent. But I am not finsihed. My slit is still throbbing and I want more. He is already asleep but I slip my finger into my deep well and push in hard. I moan as my entire finger goes in. I pull out my finger, findign it damp and lick another finger, makign it damp as well, then slip them both into me. I do what he had done to me with his cock and soon feel pleasure. I reach my climax and release, sighing at the feeling.
Who would have thought that I would be scared of this? It was amazing. I knew now that I could never return to my plain, modest village. I would stay with the Sultan, sharing pleasures often. I smiled and sank into a peaceful sleep.
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