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🕑 Added 2018-06-04 10:54:51 +0000 UTCIt had been a few days since Aladdin had visited his harem, and he knew his girls must be missing him. As open as they were to pleasure between themselves, nothing truly satisfied them except his cock, and when he stepped through the veils into the smoke-scented room, the excitement with which they greeted him made it obvious that he had made them do without true fulfillment for far too long.
“Master!” Jasmine cried, dropping her water pipe without a care.
“Master!” Anna chorused, almost running into his arms before remembering her place. “Are you here for good? Can we have your cock again?”
Aladdin smirked. “Yes, the caravan has arrived and I won’t be leaving you again for a long, long time. Which means we should get reacquainted.”
Jasmine threw herself against him, rubbing his chest possessively as she looked at Anna. “Go get the master some wine, girl. He must be tired after his long journey.”
“Not so tired that the sight of you can’t revitalize me,” Aladdin said, pushing Jasmine down onto one of the many beds that swept through the room. “And I think you’re the one who wants to taste my wine.”
Aladdin’s taunting words worked Jasmine past the point of controlling herself. Her breathing heavy, she reached for Aladdin’s pants with frantic hands, trying to find his manhood. Working her thumbs into his trousers, she pulled them down off his erect prick, freeing it. The hard member jumped up in front of her, thick and long and throbbing for her touch.
Aladdin groaned with the pain of his own restraint as her smooth fingers stroked him. Jasmine was truly uninhibited now, clutching his thick prick in her hands with frenzied desperation. She’d fucked many men in her life as a whore, but before Aladdin she had never felt such a big cock. It was huge, Jasmine barely even able to hold it in her hands. She tried to rear up to get it in her mouth, and sample the wine Aladdin had teased her with, but Aladdin shoved her back down, his weight holding her in place.
Aladdin looked at his lust-maddened slave, her breasts heaving as he caressed her taut nipples. Every time he laid her, he thought she was satisfied, yet every time she returned to him more excited than before. It made his cock feel as tall as a palm tree. He writhed in passion as her soft hands stroked his groin, cupping his scrotum in her palms and running her fingernails over the leathery pouch that held his balls. It felt like fireworks were going off throughout his body as her touch cajoled him towards paradise. She let go with her left hand, using it now to rub his engorged cockhead before wrapping her fingers around his shaft, driving him mad with pleasure.
“I’ll show you your place, you slattern!” he cried, his shouting as uncontrolled as the rest of him. His mouth fell on hers, kissing fiercely at her lips as she squeezed his tremendous manhood. The strong, sure hands of the prince felt so good on Jasmine—she’d never known such a masterful lover before meeting him. All other men seemed like boys compared to his erotic experience and body built for domination.
His rough kiss left her lips stinging as he moved down to her breasts, sucking them with harsh little spikes of pain. Then he moved down to her soft belly, kissing at her navel, around her ribs, up to her arms, then down to her stomach again. His hands dug into her warm hips, pinching and molding the soft flesh in his grip, finally clutching her slender waist as his tongue made its way to her sex.
“What’s the point of owning such worthwhile property if you don’t sample the wares?” Aladdin asked her, his eager hands spreading her legs for his deft tongue to delve inside her. He could feel her cuntlips quivering against his mouth as his tongue pushed inside of her, tasting the frustrated lust on her matted pubic hair—it was obvious to him that she had masturbated repeatedly while he’d been gone, which gave her taste an entertaining bitterness.
His mouth closed tight on her creamy sexy, sucking it before his tongue went to her clit. He flicked at it idly as Jasmine boiled in her ecstasy. Her cunt was on fire, the flame stoked by his mouth and tongue attending to the tender folds of her pussy, even his breath steaming against her womanhood.
“Fuck me, master!” Jasmine cried, unable to think of anything but the majesty of his cock and the pleasure it would bring her. “Please fuck me now!”
She was rolling from side to side in ecstasy as he mouthed her clit, knowing just how to kiss it. A faithful wife, it responded to his touch far better than her own—it knew who it belonged to, far more than her.
Jasmine knew that Aladdin was experienced in oral pleasure, but she wondered if the other slaves knew quite the same bliss that she did, or if her pussy responded to him the best. Perhaps that was why she was his favorite; she gave him the ultimate submission of her utmost pleasure, her very flesh suborned to him.
Aladdin’s lips sucked her trembling folds, his tongue gliding up and down the moist lips of her sex as he felt her juices becoming hotter, more copious, almost streaming out of her to grace his taste buds. He knew she was ready.
Then he felt two hands on his hips, pulling at the trousers still stubbornly clinging to his legs. They tickled his goosepimpled skin as they slipped the material downward, and Aladdin automatically stepped out of his clothes as Anna freed his body of them. He felt liberated and strong, not only naked, but disrobed by a woman in thrall to his masculinity. Taking Anna in hand, he threw her down beside Jasmine on the bed. He was gratified to feel Jasmine grope at his other arm as he turned, not wanting to let him stop.
Aladdin turned back to her, now finding the longing and desire in Jasmine’s eyes mirrored in Anna’s. He let his dusky-skinned whore pull him down to her, parting her legs to receive his full thrust. Her hand gripped his manhood, aligning it with her gates, and he lowered his mouth to her ear to whisper to her.
“It seems I was remiss in making sure you were satisfactorily fucked before I left. This time, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t even be able to look at cock for a year.”
“Never, master, never,” Jasmine whispered back to him, her arms wrapping around his strong back as he lowered his body to hers. “But please, please try.”
“Put it in her, master,” Anna sighed, seeming as eager to see Jasmine be fucked as Jasmine herself was. She tongued Aladdin’s ear, driving him wild with lust for both of them. Now he was halfway determined to fuck Jasmine just so he could get to her blonde friend.
Jasmine could feel his thick manhood throbbing against her cunt as he closed in on her, her legs opening to his thighs, his colossal knob ready to open her up again.
“You’ve always been a whore, Jasmine. I’m just going to remind you of it.”
Jasmine gasped with need as she wrapped her hand around his throbbing prick, dragging it to her hole. His thickened bellend touched her outer lips and she quivered, feeling it fit there perfectly. Then he plunged into her, and the fit of his glans was far, far too tight.
“Oooww!” Jasmine cried, even as she smiled. Aladdin was forcing himself through the tender tissues inside of her, feeling her walls close in on his shaft. She screamed in delight as he pumped into her heaving sex, thrusting his huge member into her demanding womanhood as she held him tightly around the neck.
“Harder, master, harder!” she clamored, feeling the full power of his manhood inside her body, her legs slowly closing around his thrusting hips to squeeze him approvingly. He pushed his member deep inside her cunt and, once shoved to the hilt inside of her, Aladdin gathered his breath again. He twisted his hips, stirring his cock inside of her, and Jasmine moaned in acknowledgment of his mastery over her, her pleasure, and her sex.
His huge prick filled her pulsating tunnel unlike any man had ever done. It was like he was the only real man she had ever taken inside her, and for the first time in her life, Jasmine felt like a real woman, her cunt filled with throbbing cock as she was fucked and fucked hard. Aladdin was thrusting powerfully into her now, his hips grinding around and around, his crotch pressing tightly against hers. The cushions rocked underneath her as he pulled out, then was immediately ready to plunge into her aching sex again.
Aladdin saw her eyes widen in surprise as she experienced a fast orgasm, just being filled by him. “You little bitch!” he laughed. “Did you think anyone else could satisfy you the way I can?”
“No, master, never!” Jasmine gasped, barely understanding what was going on or what she was saying, just trying to agree with him so he would give her the wonderful bliss of his cock again.
“I think you need a lesson on just how my dick makes you feel.”
Then Aladdin thrust himself into her depths with all his strength, his full weight following onto Jasmine as he twisted inside of her. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, her feet curling around his calves as she became one with him—existing entirely at his pleasure, feeling whatever was his whim. Her cunt felt almost too good, too full, as his oversized member forced its way into her, her own squirting orgasms further lubricating it as he fucked her with ease now.
Jasmine could feel herself climaxing again, and as Aladdin groaned in her ear, his cock deep inside her, she rejoiced that he was enjoying her pussy even a fraction as much as she was enjoying his prick. She contracted her inner muscles, massaging his throbbing length with the slick walls of her sex. Their bodies rocked in one fluid motion as he gave her pleasure and reaped it from her tightening folds, both of them uttering sighs with every breath.
Anna watched her master’s ass tighten as he took her fellow whore. She was amazed at the size of Aladdin’s cock, despite having experienced it for herself just a few short weeks ago—perhaps it was now seeing Jasmine’s outré reaction to it that shocked her. Amazing to think that she would be feeling the same thing soon. It was so big, so long, so amazing. She could hardly wait to take it herself—if she even could.
Jasmine was shaking now. Her master was thrusting himself in to the balls with every stroke, finding the opening of her uterus with his purpling tip. “Oh, master! Master!” she screamed, her body convulsing, cunt helplessly tightening and loosening on his driving manhood. Her hungry sex ate him up, devoured his thrusts all the way to the hilt. She flowed in rivers onto his loins as they smacked against her own.
Aladdin was moving at full speed now, Jasmine’s flowing juices and defeated cunt allowing him to glide in and out of her with complete freedom. He felt her muscles tightening spasmodically with the last of their strength, not much more than a twitch of Jasmine’s body as she struggled to keep him inside her. Then he was coming.
“This is what belongs in your cunt,” he gritted out as he shot his load into Jasmine’s already juicy sex, his semen filling her as she writhed against him. “My cock, my cum, the pleasure I give you. Nothing else is worthy of such a delicious home.”
Jasmine thought there was a river flowing into her as his jetting seed rocketed against the walls of her pussy, mixing with her orgasmic honey and spilling back out from her moist opening. Her legs tightened hard around Aladdin as his prick fired into her again, their bodies rocking with the thundering satisfaction of it all.
Aladdin finished filling, overflowing, Jasmine’s luscious sex with his semen. Looking up from her devastated pussy, he laughed to see her slack expression, the heaving exhaustion that barely moved her achingly used body, and the gleaming perspiration that covered her. She looked even more tempting after she’d been fucked than before.
“I see you’ve learned your lesson,” he said amusedly, stooping quickly to kiss her on the forehead. Jasmine was too tired to even open her eyes. He had completely satisfied her, as no one else could, and she would never again forget what his huge cock could do to her. Not, of course, that this would stop her from seeking reminders.
Aladdin slipped out of her, leaving Jasmine laying there happily, and moved to teach his other whore the same lesson. He sat on the bed, his engorged manhood still hard and shining, and pulled Anna up against his body.
“Now it’s your turn,” he told her.
He took her firmly by the arms, almost bruising her pale flesh, and pulled the high-set tips of her nipples to his mouth. They blossomed there, the cherries growing with a rush of passion. His demanding lips sucked at her tits, setting her on fire with his hot tongue, while his hand reached under her, finding her asshole. Lifting her a bit, he put his finger at her anus. Then he let her settle back onto his finger, which slid smoothly up into her. His teeth bit at her nipples now, hurting her to distract her from the intrusion of his finger into her rectum.
“Master, are you going to use my ass?” she cried wonderingly, but Aladdin didn’t even hear her. His face pressed tighter to her breasts, and he could feel by the heat on his cheeks how desire was lancing through her. With his other hand he reached down, brushing through the spun-gold hair of her groin, feeling the tiny beads of moisture proving her arousal.
Then he lifted her up and sat her on his thighs, her aching sex beside his swollen cock. He found her pussy with his fingers, playing at her opening folds and firming clit until she was ready. Anna reached down herself and held his massive prick in her slender hand.
“Now, master, now!” she pleaded, but that wasn’t enough begging for his liking.
“Surely you want it more than that?” Aladdin asked chidingly, his thumb and index finger stroking her clitoris, shooting wild sensations down through her body. Anna’s head swayed as she weakened.
“Now, master! Please, now!” she whispered, her eyes becoming distant as the words lost meaning to her. They were now a rhythmic chant she uttered, hoping that the teasing stirrings she felt inside her cunt would grow to the pleasure she had felt before, that she needed so badly.
Aladdin’s strong hands cupped her ass. Then, lifting Anna up, he guided his throbbing manhood to her opening, running his cockhead from her clit to her perineum. Anna’s thighs tensed and opened as he teased her; she felt like she would die of anticipation. Then, just as easily as he’d lifted her, Aladdin drew her body against his. His shaft worked its way inside her womanhood.
Anna was completely undone, her horny cunt filled with Aladdin’s prick. Her ass squirmed on his thighs as she tried to move and twist, but he was so big that there was barely any room for movement. Aladdin thrust up into her again, touching her where no other man could reach, bringing a scream from her as if there wasn’t room inside her body for both his cock and her voice.
“Oh, master! Aladdin!” she cried as tears flowed down her cheeks. He was filling her so completely that she was hard-pressed to even endure it. Her flesh quaked as he held her, caressing her, inching his member further into her tightness. Her legs reflexively tightened around his waist as she found herself taking him to the base of his length.
Then she truly felt him. Anna’s eyes squeezed shut as her master bounced his whole body up and down, lifting her off his prick and then sinking it back down on it. She felt her ass slapping against his thighs, his eager flesh rushing to fill her quivering body every time she reeled weightlessly off his lap. Her sex convulsed as he slid in and out of it, pistoning into it so perfectly that it could not be anything but his. Even her mind was bouncing now, her thoughts careening up and down as she was worked along his engorged shaft, first one way, then the other.
“Master!” she yelled as loud as she could, voicing the contraction of her sex around his prick. She hadn’t felt such a large prick before meeting him any more than Jasmine had and her head whirled with ecstasy as it shook her with an orgasm correspondingly bigger than any she’d ever had. She was practically crying for help as her cream flooded over his lap, Aladdin slamming her up and down on his groin, her whole body convulsing. Just as her climax died down, his began.
Anna felt his member swell inside her, its length pointing straight up into her as she was worked fiercely over it. It pulsed with ejaculation, once, twice, three times, the power of it seeming to hoist her up into the air as Aladdin kept her bounding up and down. More semen pushed into it and swept out of her splayed cuntlips every time she bounced. She writhed in satiation, her body shuddering from being filled, and she collapsed in his arms.
Aladdin finished coming and let Anna fall back to the bed, next to Jasmine, his cock sliding smoothly out of her body, leaving her wet snatch gaping open.
“Now maybe you two have learned something,” he said, his chest heaving as he stood and stretched. The whores lay there totally used up, rubbing their soft pussies languidly as if to be sure they were still intact.
Even having been with him before, neither of them had ever felt like they’d been so filled, so contented before. They looked at each other, sharing the thought between them that they had a real man fucking them, and it was better to be his whore than a lesser man’s wife. They loved him and wanted more—but their bodies didn’t agree, and after their eyes weakly shut, they drifted to sleep under Aladdin’s watchful gaze.
It was then Elsa chose to reveal herself. “Good,” she said. “Now that you’ve gotten that out of the way, I think it’s finally time you have your wine.”
Elsa walked up to him absolutely naked, looking incredible, her starkly pale body standing out in the dark shadows and hazy smoke of the harem. Aladdin went to her, gulping once before going down on his knees before her cunt. Feeling his stubble brush against her thighs, Elsa grasped his head with both hands and crushed his face to her sex. She was pleased to find that he immediately began kissing it.
“That’s right,” she said. “Kiss and lick me all over. Show my cunt how much you love it.”
Offering no objection, Aladdin willingly followed her orders, knowing it would be more pleasurable if he did as she said. Anna and Jasmine might’ve been slaves, but Elsa was more like a goddess he was briskly lucky enough to worship in this, her temple.
Pleased and a little surprised by his cooperation, Elsa eased herself down onto a bed to enjoy his submissive tonguing. His lips and tongue worked over her pink sex, the moistness of her arousal grew, and as if her body flowed with it, Elsa moved her pelvis back and forth in rhythmic thrusts.
“Try to get your tongue inside me!” she told him urgently.
Aladdin thrust his tongue out as far as it could go, forcing it into the clenching folds of her sex.
“Ooooh, yes! That’s it!” Elsa praised him, squeezing her thighs against his head as her hands pressed him firmly to his task.
Using his fingers to spread her labia, Aladdin ran his tongue deep inside her, withdrawing it only to suck caressingly at her burgeoning clit. Coiling her toned thighs even tighter around his head, Elsa gasped and cried out with delight. She bit her lip anxiously as she felt his darting tongue teasing over her clitoris, offering up almost too much pleasure for her to take.
“Oh, you know how to turn me on!” she exclaimed. “Come on, you’ve had your fill. Now fill me!”
She could see the look of dismay on her young master’s face as she pushed him away from the taste he’d been relishing. She gave him another push, down onto his back upon the floor, before she looked down admiringly at the stiff long cock that rocketed straight up now from his groin. Holding her long white hair out of the way, she knelt down to it and gave it a teasing slash of her tongue. Aladdin’s sharp gasp showed how he enjoyed it.
“I think this is going to work out well,” Elsa said understatedly as she swung one slender leg over his midsection and straddled him, her back to his face.
Grasping his erection, she fitted it to her pussy, a hard task as his engorged cockhead just barely fit between her outer lips. But when she began lowering herself onto it, it went into her perfectly. She felt wonderfully impaled on his hard cock.
“Oh—this is great!” she cried out as she began riding his thick shaft. As her wet, clinging folds ran up and down his pulsating length, Aladdin reached around her to grasp her breasts playfully. “Yes! Yes!”
She threw her head back, gasping with pleasure as his hands fondled and kneaded her cleavage. Her nipples were soon taut with excitement, and she worked her hips in grinding circles to better answer the lust he summoned in her. Aladdin rocked his hips back and forth underneath Elsa to reply to her teasing loops.
“For a master, you make a fine beast of burden!” Elsa teased him, looking back over her shoulder at his feverishly aroused expression.
“And you ride magnificently,” he responded.
Elsa could feel her cunt heating deliciously, the warmth of Aladdin’s thrusting cock spreading throughout her body. She felt almost uncomfortably hot from the friction, and more than a little breathless. She began rocking and thrusting her hips violently to his, forcing herself down against him until his engorged manhood was deep inside her.
“Oh! I’m going to come!” she told him excitedly.
Aladdin’s hands squeezed her tits to the point of pain, and he rocked his hips underneath her almost faster than she could take it. The heat that filled her grew and grew, forcing her to writhe and squirm on his impalement of her. Elsa wanted to hold herself back to enjoy this for as long as possible, but there was no way she could restrain her lust. Slamming her hips down mercilessly against his, she felt the hilt of his shaft that her pussy lips. She felt like she was on fire.
Elsa cried out in delight as she felt the intensity of the orgasm he gave her. Her entire body trembled with warmth and satisfaction as his hot male seed flew inside her. Breathlessly pleased, she stayed on top of him, connected to him, until his prick began to lose its firmness.
“Thank you for letting me serve you, master,” she said as she climbed off him. “I’m so glad I’m your whore.”
She could see Aladdin was quite out of breath as he pulled her down to his side. She hit the mattress and it felt… different. It felt…
Like her own bed. In Arendelle.
Elsa lifted her head and looked around confusedly. She was in Arendelle. Aladdin and Jasmine were there, but fast asleep, nestled in each other’s arms—as she had been before the dream ended.
A dream. That’s all it had been. A dream. She wasn’t Aladdin’s whore.
Or… was she?
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Shendude
I love this story. So much.
