“Jonna, come here,” the Sultan orders.

Jonna blushed, a shy beauty frozen in place. Self conscious of her oversized breasts that she felt were out of place on her otherwise slender, petite body. Sensing her fear the Sultan struck up a conversation with her. “Do not be afraid girl. You’re one of newest acquisitions... I think I’ve been neglecting your Harem training...”

Jonna found herself too scared to talk to the Sultan but so submissive and intimidated that she nodded agreement to her masters questions.

“Good, come here my pet,” he motioned again. Jonna put down the fan and felt the chief concubine’s eyes on her. The mistress was not pleased with Jonna. Jealousy that another was receiving the Sultan’s attention, insecurity that Jonna might supplant her, hostility at the competition. Jonna grew more worried.

She looked up at the Sultan and saw a tall powerful master. A man she admired and respected. Wealthy, handsome, virile... her owner who she must respect and obey.

“Come,” he placed a large strong hand on the bare curves of her slim shoulders and guided her to his personal suites. Jonna felt her mouth dry and pulse hammer in her ears. His touch was like electricity and Gal I used her virginal body.

The solid oak doors opened to a corridor with lush tapestries and statuary. The doors were closed by hulking eunuchs and the Sultan guided her to fineley wrought doors of exceeding oppulance and grandeur. The bedroom beyond befitted a powerful ruler such as the Sultan. The huge four posted bed bed stood in its centre. Burnished gold, alabaster ivory, huge gems, detailed silver, the bed was exquisite. The walls were hung with lavish erotic tapestries of dazzling hued weave. These wonders filled her vision and she gaped.

The Sultan disrobed and stood over Jonna, her eyes glancing furtively, longingly between his legs where his large thick cock rose to attention. He guided her hand to it and she gasped in awe as she touched him. The mightiest cock in the world.

“Good...” the Sultan coaxed her.

He gently pushed aside the silk covering her breasts and took her small dark nipple between his hungry lips. She closed her eyes tightly and moaned. He dropped his hand to her belly and pushed the silken dress draped about her waist down so it fell in a curled mass at her delicate ankles. He confidently stroked her moist cleft and she moaned, rising on her tippy toes to meet his questing fingers. A moment later he turned her about, his cock straining forward, slipping inside of Jonna. He kissed his new **** hungrily and she kissed her master back, passion overcoming her shyness. The intensity of their need overwhelmed them. He grabbed her firm, perfect ass and plunged in and out of her tight cunt. He could tell she was close to coming by the sound of her stifled moans and the rhythm of her hot little body. The Sultan could hold out no longer and exploded inside her even as the first orgasmic contractions of her sodden cunt began. He held her close as the muscles inside her beautifully wet cunt gripped and milked her masters cock. Jonna quailed with need.

At last, Jonna backed away, her masters magnificent thick cock sliding free from her throbbing sex, wobbling unsteadily on her feet, lifting up her skirts in awe. She tried to smooth her rumpled silks with trembling hands. Her long dark hair was in disarray and her lips were swollen. Her eyes had the sleepy contented look of a well-fucked woman. She considered removing her outfit as she regarded her master.