Begin the story

The desert night was as vast and mysterious as the dunes that stretched for miles, a canvas of inky darkness sprinkled with the jewels of a million stars. In the heart of this arid beauty lay the opulent palace of Sultan Al-Rahman, a bastion of power and wealth that was the envy of the Arabian lands. The palace was surrounded by the countless buildings of the mighty capital, further testament to the sultan’s power. But unbeknownst to the sultan, a new **** had entered the realm, one that craved power and sexual dominance above all else.

The wizard, known as Jafar, had a physique that could make even the most stoic of women quiver with lust. His chest, adorned with the finest gold chains and muscular beyond belief, rippled with power. His penis, a mighty shaft of velvety flesh, was the tool of his dark seduction. Even more massive than his shaft were his magical powers which he could use to slide in and out of a woman's body like a snake shedding its skin.

Jafar had been working his way through the palace's most attractive maids, trying to seduce them to sneak into the palace under their guise. One of the maids, Layla, had succumbed to his charms days ago. Her plump, C-cup breasts, with their pebbled, dark nipples, bobbed with excitement as she felt his essence flow into her. She was young, her ass as round and firm as a ripe melon, her skin a canvas of silk that his hands yearned to explore. But tonight, his desires reached for greater heights—he craved the untouchable prize, the sultan's daughter, Aisha.

Aisha, the epitome of Arabian beauty, had been the subject of his fantasies for too long. Her voluptuous figure, with breasts that could make the Angels of God weep with envy, and an ass that could make the mightiest of men tremble with lust, was the ultimate symbol of power and desire. Her tight, untouched pussy was a treasure that no man had yet claimed, and it was this that fueled Jafar's insatiable hunger along with the fact that since the sultan was old and had no male heir, gaining control over Aisha and marrying her would guarantee that he would become sultan once Al-Rahman would die.

Under the guise of Layla's body, Jafar managed to infiltrate the inner sanctum of the palace, where the most trusted guards protected Aisha. He waited for the perfect moment, when the moon was high and the palace was shrouded in a soft, seductive glow. The guards had grown complacent, their eyes glazed over with sleep, and the whispers of the desert wind danced through the corridors. He slipped into the corridor that led to Aisha’s chamber, the scent of her sweet innocence lingering in the air.

But then, suddenly, as he approached the door that led to Aisha, he heard the thunderous steps of guards echoing through the corridor, shattering the stillness like a sword through glass. Their casual chatter indicated they were not aware of his presence yet, but they were just about to turn the corner and spot him. Jafar's heart raced as he realized the danger. He retreated swiftly, his mind racing with thoughts of discovery and failure. As they turned the corner, the guard's eyes fell upon him…

"Hey! Who goes there!" He said, just as Jafar moved out of sight completely.

"What?"

"I think I’ve seen a woman turn around the corner over there"

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty much."

He drew his scimitar and walked towards Jafar’s last known direction. The others imitated him. Their leader gestured to two of them to stay in front of Aisha’s door to protect her while the others searched around the area. Jafar was furious. For a moment, he thought he had escaped their vigilance and he would be able to slip into the room once they were far enough away, but now, he knew he would not claim Aisha tonight. He had to get away before they found him. He crouched and moved quickly with the silence and grace of a cat…

He found refuge in Layla's quarters, her roommate Jasmine sleeping peacefully, her own beauty a sweet consolation prize. Her raven hair fanned out on the pillow, framing a face that was a masterpiece of delicate curves and soft, full lips. Her breasts, a generous D-cup, rose and fell with each gentle breath, the fabric of her nightgown straining to contain them. Her ass, a perfect heart-shape, was barely covered by the thin material, revealing the promise of the tight, round treasure beneath.

Jafar knew that possessing Jasmine would be his gateway to Aisha. He approached her bed, the scent of her arousal already filling the air as if she sensed his presence. He leaned over her, his breath a whisper of desire across her skin. "Jasmine," he murmured, his voice a siren's call in the quiet night.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at Layla's face, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What's happening?" she asked, her voice sleepy and laced with concern.

Jafar smiled, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of his deception. "You're about to experience something you never dreamed possible," he whispered, his voice a soft caress in her ear. "But first, you must kiss me."

Jasmine, still groggy with sleep, leaned in, her plump, pink lips parting to meet his. She didn’t really understand why her roommate asked that of her, but she trusted her. As their mouths touched, she felt a warmth spread through her body, a sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her eyes grew heavy, and she felt as if she was falling into a deep, velvet embrace. When she opened them again, she found herself staring into the abyss of Layla's pupils, but there was something... different.

With a sudden jolt, Jafar's penis slithered out of Layla's wet, clenching pussy, glistening with her juices. It hovered in the air for a moment, as if unsure of where to go next, before it grew rigid and pointed towards Jasmine. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and arousal, as she watched the magical member emerge from her roommate's body. The sight was surreal, a vision of lustful sorcery that defied the very fabric of reality.

"Layla," she whispered, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and excitement. But Layla was gone, replaced by the wizard's fierce gaze and the seductive purr of his voice. "Jafar," he murmured, as Jasmine’s hand reached out to touch the impossibly hard shaft that hovered between them.

He chuckled, low and dark. "That's right, my dear. Now, let's get better acquainted." He leaned in closer, his hand sliding up her thigh, teasing the fabric of her nightgown. Her skin quivered under his touch, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core. "You're going to love this," he promised, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Jasmine, still reeling from the shock, could only watch as Jafar's magical penis grew larger, thicker, and more insistent. It hovered in the air, a testament to his power, before it descended upon her like a divine offering. She felt the warm, velvety head brush against her cheek, leaving a trail of Layla's arousal. Her breath hitched in her throat as the shaft slid over her full, pink lips, painting them with a gloss of Layla's juices.

"Open for me," Jafar urged, his voice a sultry command that resonated deep within her, as the kiss he had given her had ensured she would forever be a **** to every single one of his whims and desires. Jasmine obeyed without hesitation, her mouth parting to allow the engorged member entry. It was unlike any cock she had ever seen or felt, a magical blend of the familiar and the utterly alien. Her eyes widened as it filled her mouth, the taste of Layla's arousal mingling with the intoxicating scent of Jafar's power. He groaned in pleasure as she took him in, her tongue flicking over the sensitive underside of his cock.

The wizard's shaft was thick and veined, pulsing with the energy that surged through his mystical being. The head was a plum-sized mushroom, smooth and velvety, demanding her attention. Jasmine sucked eagerly, feeling the power of the spell that bound her to him, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. His length was daunting, reaching down to the base where it was nestled in the warm, wet embrace of Layla's vagina. Her eyes watered as she took him deeper, the salty sweetness of his pre-cum coating her tongue.

Jafar's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, his hips gently rocking as he pushed into her mouth. "Good girl," he praised, his voice a warm purr that sent shivers down her spine. "Suck me like you mean it, Jasmine."

She sucked him with as much vigor and naughtiness as she was capable of, her throat stretching to accommodate his massive girth. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sorcery, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer eroticism of the act. The magical cock grew in her mouth, swelling and pulsing with his need. She could feel Layla's pussy contract around the base of his shaft, her body responding to the pleasure she was giving him.

And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the palace, Jafar came. The first spurt of his cum shot into the back of Jasmine's throat, a hot, thick burst of white fire that she eagerly swallowed. She moaned around his cock, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she felt his power surge through her, filling her with a warmth that spread through her entire being. More jets followed, and she took in as much as she could, her mouth a greedy, hungry cavern that sought to devour his essence. But his orgasm was too intense, too powerful for her to contain. Ropes of cum spurted from her mouth, painting her chin and chest with sticky ribbons of white.

Jafar watched with a wicked grin as Jasmine's eyes fluttered open, a look of dazed pleasure on her face. He withdrew his cock, now resting in a state of post-orgasmic bliss, and it disappeared back into Layla's body as if it had never been out. He leaned down and kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting himself on her. She melted into the kiss, her body still trembling from the intense climax he had given her.

As they parted, Jafar whispered, "Now, my dear Jasmine, let's get you cleaned up." He gestured to the wet spot on her nightgown, a testament to the power of his magic and the passion that had just been shared. She nodded, standing up shakily. Her legs felt like jelly, her knees weak from the exhilarating experience. She walked to the washbasin, her full breasts swaying with each step, the fabric of her nightgown clinging to her sticky skin.

Jafar followed her, his eyes never leaving her body. He watched as she pulled the garment over her head, revealing her naked form in all its glory. Her D-cup breasts were crowned with dark, hardened nipples that begged to be sucked and teased. Her ass was a work of art, two perfect globes that could make a man forget his own name. And between her legs, her pussy, now glistening with her own juices, was a tempting invitation to the wizard.

He reached out, his hand caressing the soft skin of her back as he leaned in close. "Your breasts are so... hot," he murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that made her shiver with anticipation as Layla’s hands fell upon them. "I can't wait to take you again."

Jasmine looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his through the veil of her hair. "And how long will that be?" she asked, her voice a playful purr.

Jafar's smile grew wider, a smug satisfaction curling his lips. He made a dramatic gesture with his hand, pointing it towards his crotch that had once again emerged from Layla’s body, the evidence of their recent tryst still slick and gleaming. With a flick of his wrist, his magical member sprang back to life, thick and hard as if it had never been spent. "Not long, we can start right now" he said, his voice a caress that sent shivers down her spine.

Jasmine turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his cock. It was a thing of beauty, a weapon of seduction that could conquer worlds. She licked her lips, her heart racing with anticipation. He stepped closer, his hand moving to cup her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "Lay flat on the floor my dear, on your back"

Jasmine immediately obeyed. Layla's body sat on her belly, the huge, hard member of the wizard caressing her breasts. Then, Jafar, stuck it in between her beautiful dunes of flesh, put his hands on them and started to repeatedly squeeze his member in between her soft, fleshy boobs that kept bending like waves against the wizard's impossibly hard member. Jafar's cock was long and thick, the veins pulsing with every squeeze. The head of his penis poked out from the top of her cleavage, the precum mixing with the sweat of Layla’s arousal, creating a delicious concoction that made Jasmine's mouth water. She felt her own juices flowing, her pussy clenching in anticipation of what was to come.

Jafar's eyes never left hers, his gaze intense and hungry as he watched her face contort in pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, as his voice made her core throb. "You've never felt anything like this before, have you?"

Jasmine could only nod, the sensation of his cock between her breasts too intense to put into words. She felt her body responding to his every move, her pussy growing wetter with each squeeze. The feeling of his hot, pulsing flesh against her sensitive skin was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was as if her breasts had a mind of their own, reaching out to cradle his cock, to hold him tight as he fucked her in this new, wondrous way and she didn’t understand why. After all, Jafar was not fucking her were her orgasms normally lay, but she found that her boobs were really sensitive and she had discovered a whole new way of having sex thanks to him.

Jafar's hips began to rock in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding up and down her chest. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to make me cum again," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can feel it, the way your breasts are hugging me, squeezing me... it's exquisite."

Jasmine's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder. The sensation of his cock sliding between her breasts, the feel of his warm, sticky precum against her skin, was driving her wild. Her hands reached down to her own pussy, her fingers slipping inside her wet folds, eager to find her own release.

"That's it," Jafar encouraged, his voice a low growl of approval. "Show me how much you love my cock."

Jasmine's hand moved faster, her fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy as she watched the wizard's cock glide over her heaving breasts. The sight of him fucking her so intimately, yet without penetrating her, was a form of **** she hadn't known existed. Her body was on fire, her mind a whirlwind of carnality.

Suddenly, Jafar's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, and he pulled his cock from her breasts. "Open your mouth," he commanded, and Jasmine obeyed without question, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, spurts of hot cum splattering across her face, her eyes, her mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, feeling the warm, sticky liquid cover her cheeks, her chin, her neck.

Jafar then got up and said "You're gonna have to clean yourself again, sweetheart!", before looking at her wet pussy and adding "...but first, let's finish you". And then, with a gesture of his hand, he made his dick hard again and proceeded to fuck her for real without even giving her time to get up. After all that Jafar had done to her, Jasmine thought she had seen it all, but as soon as his cock plunged itself deep into her pussy, she realized how wrong she was and how much she wasn't prepared for this...

Jasmine's eyes widened with surprise and pleasure as she felt the thickness of his shaft stretch her open. The magical member was…indescribable, the heat and energy from it seemed to pulse through her entire body. "Oh god," she moaned, her voice a mix of ecstasy and disbelief.

"You're so tight, my pet," Jafar murmured, his voice a dark symphony of pleasure. "I can feel every inch of you."

Jasmine's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the full length of his magical cock fill her to the brim. The stretch was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that she never knew could exist. "Please," she whimpered, her voice a **** plea for more.

Jafar chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Please what?" he asked, his tone mocking. "Please stop?" He thrust into her harder, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. "Or do you want more?"

Jasmine's eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze, her own eyes blazing with a newfound fire. "More," she gasped, her voice ragged with lust. "I want more."

Jafar's smile grew even wider, his eyes sparkling with delight, his hips rocking in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. Each stroke was measured, deliberate, as if he was conducting an orchestra of desire. "Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "To be filled by me?"

As he said that, Jasmine looked at Layla's face. She never expected to be looking at her this way. Layla, her beautiful and sweet roommate, looking at her with intense desire and pleasure while penetrating her. Her gaze was akin to that of a lioness looking at her prey the moment she jumped on it. Of course, she knew it wasn't Layla, but still, it was a freaky, terrifying, and...DELIGHTFUL experience!!!

Jafar's cock was like a magical staff that didn't just control the body, but also the mind. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. It didn't just fill her up; it consumed her. It was as if she could feel his power coursing through her veins, making her pussy clench around him, begging for more.

After a few more minutes of this, both Layla's and Jasmine's faces turned into ahegaos the likes of which you can only get with the greatest orgasm of your life, but for Jafar, such orgasms were common! An ocean of essence squirted around the wizard's member, still plunged into Jasmine.

But then, even though Jafar was done, his cock didn't pull out of Jasmine, it went further and further deep. Jafar's balls seemed to shrink and then swiftly followed the cock into Jasmine's body, and so was the rest of Jafar's body, like a snake passing through a tiny hole in a wall. Jasmine thought she felt the wizards power all over her before, but now, it was literal. Her arms were becoming his arms, her legs, his legs. Her whole body was consumed by an electrical shock that wasn't painful, but felt...intrusive...

Those were her last free thoughts before they were replaced by the wizards. A malicious smile was now in her face. It was that of Jafar, who had now given a new meaning to "entering a woman's body".

"Ah this body feels great", he said, before washing all the sperm that was still on it.

As he washed himself, Layla was regaining consciousness. She looked around, confused, before remembering what had happened. She turned to Jafar and said, bowing on her knees "My master, I'm sorry my body wasn't able to get you into Aisha's room tonight"

"It's ok", he responded. "It wasn't your fault the guards showed up and I had a lot of fun with your roommate. They might have stopped me this time, but I will eventually get into her, and then, once the sultan dies, you will all be my concubines...And besides, Jasmine is way closer to Aisha than you are, she will help me more"

After hearing this, Layla smiled and said "Is there anything I can do to be of assistance?"

Jafar smiled maliciously before saying "Yes, turn around and get on all fours". Layla couldn't believe it. Being ordered around like this by Jasmine's sweet feminine voice was surreal and to think that Jasmine had felt the same thing just a few minutes earlier when Jafar was in her own body…

She pushed those thoughts aside and obeyed eagerly. Her wet pussy ready to be fucked as her master pleased. Jafar pulled out his member of Jasmine's vagina and started patting it slightly to coat it with all the wetness that came out of her pussy.

"Go ahead, my lord. I am at your disposal" Since she was turned around, she couldn't see the diabolical grin that was on Jasmine's face reflecting Jafar's thoughts like a mirror, or a mask. "Have you heard of anal sex, my dear?" He asked and before she could even answer, he pulled his cock away from her pussy and buried it balls deep into her butt. Layla was shocked. Her body’s only reflex was to pull away, but Jafar held her back by pulling her hair with a strength she didn't know Jasmine's body was capable of. She knew she was in for the most painful orgasm of her life (so far). "Please, my lord" she mumbled..."Harder...! HARDEEEEERRR, AAAGGHHH!!!" Jafar was in heaven. The feeling of his cock pressed on all sides by her tight anus, the sight of Layla in **** pain, but still demanding more… That was the sexual domination he was craving…