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🕑 Added 2017-04-02 17:27:19 +0000 UTC Anna moaned, feeling a cascade of sweat run down the small of her back, and wished Elsa were here. What she wouldn’t give for something nice and cool running over her skin right about now…Summers in Arendelle were warm, but in Agrabah, they were positively sweltering. To survive, she’d had to lose every layer of even the traveling dress she’d been wearing, instead putting on the native bedlah pants to stay cool. She couldn’t bear to go so far as to wear nothing more than a brassiere on her chest, though, so she stayed with a blouse. It was rather light, lacking a bodice over it, but that at least matched the pants somewhat. Anything else would be hopelessly awkward, making her feel like she was naked from the waist down. A headdress to keep cool further mismatched her ensemble, though it at least reduced the chances that anyone would recognize her.
There weren’t many Westerners in the middle of the Middle East, but with Weselton no longer trading with Arendelle, they were obliged to find new trading partners. A trading route between them would open up all of the Far East to trade agreements.
So why can’t I focus? Anna thought, wandering the marketplace, taking in the sights without being able to remember any of them a moment later. Stupid question. She knew why. Kristoff was supposed to be with her, but he’d come down with something. The trolls had said he would be fine, but he was in no shape to travel. And Anna never would’ve left him, except that the treaty with Agrabah needed to be finalized immediately, with Elsa promising to take care of Kristoff morning, noon, and night.
She’d met Princess Jasmine, practically the ruler of Agrabah now, so beautiful and graceful in her own bedlah costume that Anna could only feel more awkward about it. And her husband, Aladdin, who was so charming, so handsome, so wonderfully gentle and tender. It was enough to make her miss Kristoff all the more, finding Aladdin so gorgeous… if Kristoff were here, she’d be more attracted to him, of course, but in his absence, Aladdin was…
Was walking through the street, unescorted, dressed in the shabby cloak and threadbare vestments of a beggar, practically.
Instantly, Anna’s curiosity was aroused. What would a Prince of Agrabah be doing, dressed virtually as a pauper, and sneaking out of the palace without an armed guard? This wasn’t Arendelle. The country was vast and uncontrollable, with various factions that begrudged the crown. It was dangerous for him to mingle—why did he risk it?
Pulling her headdress tighter around her face, to the point of concealing all but her eyes, Anna followed after him. She might have caught him in nothing more than a passing fancy—or perhaps something much darker.
***
Most of the buildings in Agrabah were plain, bleached by the sun until they were golden as the sand, with little more than the occasional mosaic or signage to set one apart from another. But the building Aladdin ducked into was rich with color and music, tapestries hanging from the windows as brightly colored and intricately detailed as the Persian rugs sold in the markets.
A rough-looking doorman accosted Aladdin before apparently recognizing him and letting him in. When he tried to do the same to Anna, she flipped him a gold coin, hoping that would translate well enough. It did, apparently. He made no move to stop her as she slipped into the darkness inside the building.
The windows were veiled, becoming warm glows rather than portals for light. Sizzling incense provided illumination, and masked the harsher scent of the hashish being smoked in little dens hidden by beaded curtains. Anna was momentarily overwhelmed by the scent nonetheless, being sent into a coughing fit as she tried to clear her lungs and her suddenly hazy mind. By the time she centered herself, Aladdin was gone, but Anna thought he’d been heading towards the stairs last. She went up them, and the stirrings of the sitar player downstairs were abruptly overcome by something much louder.
"Ooooooh! Aaghhhhh! Harder! Do it harder!" she heard a woman cry.
The cries were coming from a room around the corner. She walked over and peeked into the room. It was dark inside, but she could see a young woman lying on the bed with her legs spread wide and thrust up into the air. She wore only a red bra and bedlah pants of the same color, though both were so filmy as to be completely translucent. Her large tits were rising and falling with her heavy breathing, seeming to push right through the top.
Then Anna saw the reason for her heavy breathing. Aladdin was kneeling on the floor with his face buried in her pussy. Anna saw the movements of the young man's lips and tongue as they played with her cunt. She heard the harem girl crying softly.
She watched as Aladdin raised his head and stood up. He was completely naked; Anna saw the biggest cock that she had ever seen hanging between his legs. And with him out of the way, she could see that the harem girl’s bottoms weren’t pants, they were more like chaps that stitched together sporadically before attaching to a girdle. There were no panties to complete the covering.
She saw Aladdin lower himself between the harem girl's legs and thrust that big cock into her steaming hot pussy. She could see his hips and ass rising and falling as he pumped that huge cock into the harem girl.
"Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" the harem girl screamed.
By now, she was squirming and thrashing on the bed, her shapely legs wrapped tightly around Aladdin's back, and her arms clasped around the back of his neck.
Again, the harem girl cried, "I need you harder! I need that big cock inside my ripe pussy! It's been so long! Give it to me! Give me every inch of that huge cock!"
He fucked her as hard as he could, his strong hips grinding into her loins with animal lust until, finally, he took her over the brink and she came violently, like a woman possessed. Her juices soaked his cock and hairy balls.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," Anna heard the prince say. She saw him roll the harem girl over on her stomach and, lowering himself on top of her, shove his hard, throbbing cock up her asshole. She heard the harem girl cry out at first, then begin to moan in pleasure.
"Eeeeeeeeec! Ohhhh! That feels so good! So gooooooodd!" Anna heard the harem girl say. "You've never fucked me in the ass before. It’s wonderful!" She was so happy she was actually crying softly.
Anna watched as the young man fucked the harem girl in the ass with slow, deep thrusts while she cried out in pleasure. At last, his seed swelled up inside him and he came deep in her ass, shooting his creamy jism up into her bowels.
By this time, Anna's cunt was sopping wet, and, fearing that she would be discovered, she rushed down the hallway.
***
The gardens of the palace grounds had seen a great deal of the treaty’s preliminary negotiations, as the cool breeze from the fountaining waters and the lush scenery gave Anna a taste of home. Anna hated to taint that by telling Jasmine what she seen there, but she didn’t think she’d have another chance to get the princess alone. They sat against one of the many flowing fountains and Anna explained to her, as gently and carefully as possibly, what had happened.
Jasmine looked completely flushed by the time she was done. Anna pursed her lips, not sure what more to do—but on impulse, she moved closer, sliding an arm around Jasmine’s shoulders and trying to comfort her. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I almost wish I hadn’t seen—“
“Hmmm?” Jasmine asked, startled out of her own thoughts. “Aladdin? If you want to know the truth, I’m not really upset about it.”
Anna gave her a surprised look. “Not upset? But he’s… consorting with…”
“Well, yes, I suppose it’d be better if he were using the royal harem, but I guess he’s afraid I’d find out. He can be very sensitive about these things.”
“You… you want him to—“
Jasmine laughed and rubbed Anna’s shoulder affectionately. “Of course! Don’t you and the queen and your husband do certain things together? To be more—diplomatic?”
“I… I…”
“You should’ve joined in. Then you could’ve told me how he is with women he’s not married to. He’s fine with me, of course, but like I said—he’s so sensitive about these things. It might be he can’t perform very well if he’s not with me. Maybe that’s why he’s not using the royal harem.”
“He… he looked like he knew what he was doing. He did her in the ass,” Anna said in a daze.
“He did? He never does that with me. I’ll have to make it clear to him that my ass deserves his cock before some harem girl gets it.” Jasmine hugged her and kissed her cheek. “That is a good thing to know. I thought he just didn’t like ass-fucking.”
“I think I need to lie down.”
“Here, put your head in my lap.” Despite Anna’s eye-widening misgivings, she found herself being turned around, stretched out across the ground, and having her head pulled into Jasmine’s lap. She quickly found herself thankful for Jasmine’s warmth and kindness, as Jasmine’s fingertips affectionately stroked her forehead.
Finally, her voice sultry, Jasmine spoke: “Tell me about it,” she said. “Would you like to have him, once he gets over this ridiculous idea that I’ll think less of him for using the harem?”
“Jasmine!”
“I realize it’s awkward for you,” Jasmine allowed, “but if he had come to Arendelle for the treaty, would you have hesitated to take him to your bed?”
“No—I guess not—he really looked like he knew what he was doing!”
“I can’t take credit for that. Even when he was a street rat, he was incredible. I hear the brothel used to give him ‘free samples’ because it kept the girls happy. Wonder if they charge him now that he’s a prince…” Then Jasmine let out a thoughtful hum. “I wonder if we would put some of those girls in the royal harem. It might make Al more comfortable…”
One hand still caressing Anna's forehead, Jasmine moved the other hand down to rest lightly on one of Anna's firm breasts.
Anna caught her breath. She had two layers of clothing between her tits and Jasmine's hand, but Jasmine's touch was electric. When Anna turned up her face, Jasmine lowered hers, and they kissed.
Encouraged, Jasmine ran her fingertips over the contours of Anna's teat, testing its firmness and finally, playfully, pinching the nipple.
Anna blushed and closed her eyes. "I don't know about this," she said. "Maybe you'd better stop that."
"Haven't you ever..."
"Yes," Anna said, "but it's been a long time. I usually just do this with, well, my sister. And she’s special, obviously—"
"I don't want to force anything on you that you don't want," Jasmine said.
Anna sighed.
Jasmine was blatantly fondling her tits.
"I don't know what I want," Anna said.
"I'm not a lesbian," Jasmine said. "You know that. I like men. But I've been with a woman a few times, and I enjoyed it. I'd like to make love to you. I think I'd like that very much."
Anna hesitated a long moment. Then she said, "Why not? I'm sure it's going to be wonderful."
On the verdant green grass, they undressed to bras and panties and stretched out, facing each other, Anna was filled with uncertainty. She'd hoped there would be more of a seduction--Jasmine undressing her and slowly turning her on—maybe a bed? But the princess was evidently too impatient. Maybe it was better this way. Anna could feel her own panties becoming thoroughly soaked.
She was certainly no model of patience, herself!
But no matter how uncertain she was, the feeling passed as soon as Jasmine made the first move. Jasmine slipped down one of Anna's brassiere straps, then pulled the cup forward to expose a full milk-white tit.
Her eyes lidded, Jasmine gazed at the teat with its turgid brown nipple.
"Lovely!" Jasmine said. "I’ve always wondered how you pale people look without all those clothes in the way. Let me see the other one. By Allah, my fingers are shaking! Oh, yes, look at that! I'm jealous, Anna!"
Anna's bra was unhooked, pulled away, and thrown to the floor. With a sigh, she arched forward to move her naked tit closer to Jasmine's face.
Jasmine wasn't about to resist the invitation. She slowly inclined her head, gazing at the perfect nipple on its wide pebbly cap. Then her hand moved up, her fingertips crawling over the warm pliant breast and squeezing it gently to force the nipple out toward her parted lips. She finally lowered her mouth and closed it over the straining pebble.
Anna moaned softly at the first wet contact.
Jasmine passed her tongue back and forth across the swollen nipple to bend it in various directions. Then she clamped down hard and sucked. She squeezed the tit more firmly as she kept sucking and tongue-lashing the nipple.
Moaning again, Anna rolled her lush full tit against Jasmine's face, then flattened out on her back so that Jasmine could get at the other one.
Jasmine immediately closed a hand over the other breast, rubbing it as she continued sucking the first one. Then she abruptly switched her mouth to the second tit, gobbling up the nipple while fingering the one she had abandoned.
"It's wonderful!" Anna moaned.
Delighted by Anna's approval, Jasmine sucked more vigorously, rubbing and sucking, switching nipples to rub and suck again. One of her hands rested on Anna's tit. The other hand moved across the waistband of Anna's panties. She rubbed the redhead's belly, rotating her hand over the pliant flesh. Then she moved her hand again and finally reached the plump mound of Anna's cunt. She pressed down on it.
"Oh, honey!" Jasmine gasped. "You're completely wet!"
Anna spread her legs, and Jasmine's hand moved into her wet crotch, her fingers tracing the folds of Anna's cunt through the thin material of her panties. In a moment, Jasmine's hand was under the panties and directly on Anna's pussy. Sucking noisily on a nipple, Jasmine rubbed the soft slick cuntlips back and forth until they were dripping with Anna's juices. She toyed with the lips, pinching them and pulling them to test Anna’s reaction.
When her fingertips at last found Anna's clit, she strummed it vigorously.
Moaning and sobbing, Anna bucked her cunt at Jasmine's caressing hand. She no longer cared whether what she was doing was right or wrong. It felt good, and she wanted more of it. She wanted everything!
Now it was Jasmine who moaned. Her face flushed, her mouth wet and slack, her eyes glassy, she pulled herself away and sat up. Grasping the top of Anna's panties, she pulled them down, turning them inside out as she peeled them away from Anna's belly and ass. She pulled them off Anna's ankles and tossed them away. Then, kneeling between Anna's feet, she folded the redhead's legs and splayed them open to reveal all of her crotch.
Framed by a thick bush of warmly colored pubic hair, Anna's cuntlips dropped to each side, swollen and wet.
Jasmine feasted her eyes on the lush wet pussy. She extended a hand and pushed two slender fingers into the gaping hole.
"Oh, God!" Anna groaned. "Oh, sweet Jesus, that feels good! Oh, yes! Fuck me with your hand!"
Her eyes sparkling and the corners of her mouth turned up in a quiet smile, Jasmine began pistoning her fingers in and out of Anna's cunt. When she pushed a third finger into Anna's sex, the redhead vented a deep moan. When she rolled her thumb on Anna's clit, Anna moaned again. When she pushed her pinky into Anna's asshole, Anna bucked up her hips and immediately came.
After the last spasm, Anna opened her eyes and found Jasmine smiling at her.
"Are you always so quick?" Jasmine said.
When Anna nodded, Jasmine laughed.
"I always thought you were so sweet and innocent," Jasmine said. "Now it turns out that under those clothes there's a luscious cunt with a short fuse! How wonderful!"
Anna blushed, embarrassed. “Anyone would have a short fuse with you around!"
Jasmine laughed again. "Then I shall have to stay around. Now, open it up and let me look at it."
"What?"
"Open your pussy, honey. Let's have a look at the real Princess Anna!"
Biting her lip, her heart pounding at the thrill of exposing herself to Jasmine so intimately, Anna slipped a hand down and pried open her cuntlips.
"Delicious!" Jasmine crooned. "Kristoff's a lucky boy! Does he suck your pussy?"
Anna smiled and nodded. She looked at the joining of the other woman's thighs. Jasmine's frilly blue panties were wet enough to make the material at the crotch transparent. The deep split of Jasmine's cunt was clearly revealed. Still holding open her cuntlips, Anna now used the fingers of her other hand to pull back the hood of her clit.
Jasmine's eyes glittered. "Oh, that's lovely! You're bigger than I am. I suppose that's why you come so quickly. Lucky girl…"
With a groan of lust, she swooped down, gripped Anna's lusty thighs from underneath, lifted them and spread them wider. Her face moved between them, and she mashed her mouth to Anna's succulent savory cunt, parting the folds of flesh and digging in with her tongue.
Hissing and moaning, Anna bucked her cunt at Jasmine's face.
Jasmine tongued and sucked in a frenzy, and soon Anna's juices coated her face. As Anna's legs clamped hard around her head, Jasmine burrowed in deeper, her tongue spearing into the hole, her nose rubbing her swollen clitoris. Once again, Jasmine used her hand. This time she pushed her thumb into Anna's sex and her middle finger into the wrinkled brown grommet of Anna's asshole.
The double penetration caused Anna to heave upward with a loud cry.
"Oh, yes!" she groaned. "Eat my cunt! Don't stop! Eat me!"
Jasmine sucked and slurped and swallowed, grinding her face into Anna's luscious wet pussy. In a moment Anna was coming again, her guttural cries punctuating each spasm of her cunt.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh, sweet Jesus! Oh, yes! Ooohh! Ooohh!"
After Anna had come—and she had come—Jasmine mashed her large breasts to either side of the girl’s sweat-slick face. “So, now that I’ve eaten, how would you like to? If you came straight from the brothel, and Aladdin had just arrived, he’ll probably be another hour or so, assuming they’re anywhere near as good as I am. Let’s say that have quantity, if not quality. That gives us plenty of time to try some of your Western delicacies. Broil steaks, bake some potatoes…”
“Wha… what?” Anna asked, still somewhat coming. There was still a steady pulse in her clit was refused to go away.
“Do you make a good salad?” Jasmine asked, scraping a nipple alongside Anna’s ear. “Aladdin loves salad, but I just don’t have the knack for blending vegetables. Maybe you can work on the salad while I take care of the steaks. The two of us ought to be able to…”
She kept talking—popping a long nipple into Anna’s mouth—but Anna found it hard to believe what she’d already heard her say, let alone anything else she might add. Aladdin? He had slipped her mind completely during what had happened. Who was thinking of husbands when Jasmine was kissing her, touching her, ravishing her totally? A moment ago Anna had been coming in her mouth, and now Jasmine was talking about dinner and the importance of having a good meal ready for her husband when he returned from pollinating the local whorehouse.
“Wait, stop,” Anna said, spitting out Jasmine’s nipple. “You want me to have dinner with you?”
“Yes,” Jasmine said. “It’ll be a fine way to persuade Aladdin to have sex with you.”
Anna shook her head. “He… I…”
“You said you wanted him to. And I’d rather it be with you than some whore who isn’t even in the royal harem.”
“I… I…”
“And it’ll show him how I understand and approve of his manly endeavors. He doesn’t have to sneak around and hide them from me.”
“I… thought I was just having sex with you.”
“Oh, yes, of course.” Jasmine undid her bra. “You can do that too.”
Jasmine's pink-nippled tits quivered and swayed. Hesitantly, Anna closed her hand over a warm tit and squeezed. Jasmine leaned her head back to savor the sensation. Her nipple swelled under Anna's palm, and Anna moved her fingertips to the nipple to twirl and pinch it. Jasmine's mouth fell open to vent a low moan of approval.
Massaging both tits, Anna tweaked the nipple and bent her head to close her mouth over a succulent pink bud. She moved from one tit to the other, sucking and tonguing and nibbling. Her hands fondled and squeezed the heavy globes. Jasmine's tits were larger than Anna's, but they were a bit pendulous and not as firm. Anna thought the droop was charming. It gave Jasmine a certain kind of mature look which Anna found very sexy, and toying with the other princess's tits was exciting.
"Take my pants off!" Jasmine hissed.
With a soft chuckle, Anna moved her hands to Jasmine's hips, gripped her panties and pulled them down to expose Jasmine's dripping cunt. When Jasmine parted her legs, Anna caressed the woman's thighs with the palms of her hands and gazed with sultry eyes at her hair-fringed pussy, brimming with juice.
It occurred to Anna that she had never in her life had a close look at a dark-hued pussy. The few women she'd had sex with had been pale like her. She wondered if Kristoff and Elsa had had this in mind when telling her to see the sights.
Jasmine laughed when she saw Anna's interest. "Go ahead, honey, I don't mind. It turns me on." Falling back on the grass, she hooked her hands behind her knees and pulled them back to fully expose her cunt.
Anna's pulse quickened at the sight of Jasmine's cunt and asshole. Leaning forward, she pried open the pink petals and studied the juicy gash. The sweet warm smell of Jasmine's cunt was delicious. Her clitoris was indeed smaller than Anna's, but it seemed even more sensitive.
"Suck me, honey!" Jasmine moaned. "Eat my pussy!"
With a mewl of lust, Anna lowered her face. Holding open Jasmine's cuntlips with her thumbs, she pressed her wet mouth to the steaming gulch to suck up and drink Jasmine's juices. Her tongue probed into Jasmine's passage to sample the warm syrup.
Jasmine shuddered and bucked up her hips to intensify the contact of her cunt with Anna's mouth.
Anna dug deeper into the juicy flesh, twisting her head between Jasmine's firm asscheeks. She lapped and sucked and gurgled. She licked up across Jasmine's clit and down again to her hole. She swirled her tongue at the rim and moved up again to grasp the red engorgement of the princess's clit between her lips. The frustration produced by the incessant movement drove Jasmine wild.
"Oh, yes!" Jasmine moaned. "Oh, shit, yes! Oh, that's marvelous! Suck me, honey! Suck me out!"
Anna found herself turned on by the abundance of Jasmine’s honey. She scooped globs of it out of Jasmine's brimming cunt. She rolled the juice on her tongue and smeared it over her teeth. After extracting the full taste of it, she finally swallowed it.
As far as she was concerned, the pleasure of sucking a juicy pussy was almost as great as that of sucking a juicy cock. She wondered how often Aladdin sucked his wife's cunt. She wondered how many women Jasmine had been to bed with. She'd certainly never had any idea that Jasmine liked pussy.
After biting and chewing Jasmine's cuntlips, she wet her thumb in her dripping pussy and moved down to push it into Jasmine's asshole.
With a hoarse grunt of lust, Jasmine jerked her hips upward.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Do my ass! I love it!"
Anna did Jasmine's ass. First her thumb, wriggling and probing. Then her forefinger and middle finger together, stretching the sphincter, pistoning in and out like a cock.
Whimpering and squealing like a wild animal, Jasmine blasted into orbit.
"I'm coming! I can feel it! I'm coming so fucking good! I love it!"
Anna drove her tongue as deep as possible into the hot channel of Jasmine's cunt. She curled her tongue and sucked in a frenzy, determined to get every drop of Jasmine's cream. Then she abruptly pulled her head away, drilled her fingers more viciously into Jasmine's asshole, and hissed: "Come, honey! Come for me! Give it to me!"
Her eyes sparkling and her lips pulled back over her teeth in a grimace, Anna watched as Jasmine shuddered into oblivion. Unable to hold back, she crawled up over Jasmine's face, pried open her own cuntlips, and plastered her throbbing cunt down on Jasmine's face.
“Wait!” Jasmine said, just before Anna sat on her face, but she couldn’t wait, couldn’t wait at all. She thrust herself onto Jasmine’s face, onto Jasmine’s wonderful tongue, until the pounding in her clit became a single, sustained beat that blared through her body as she came, actually squirting into Jasmine’s mouth, and the princess of Agrabah found herself far too tempted not to suckle and savor at the sweet-tasting wine Anna fed her.
Far too tempted to remember the shadow she had seen on the ground—that of someone watching them.
