Diamond in the Rough

"Mmmmmm" Ali moaned as she woke up from her nap. She had been having such a wonderful dream, but at the moment couldn't remember she had been dreaming about. "I really hope Master isn't busy, I need a good fucking." She whispered as she kneaded her breasts. It had been three months since she had found herself in Master Jafar's employ, and while she couldn't remember anything from before then, she knew it had been the happiest three months in her entire life.

Her life in Agrabah had been a paradise. She had been treated like royalty, with constant pampering, beautiful clothes, amazing shoes, and constant attention from her wonderful master. The only downside was how the queen treated her, always looking down on her, like she was something she stepped in. Thankfully Ali had made friends during her time at the palace. The Sultan's royal Vizier Geni and Ali had quickly become best friends, and The Sultan's handmaiden Iana was like a little sister to her. In addition, Ali's role as the head of the Sultan's harem meant that she had plenty of friendly faces to hang out and gossip with.

Jafar's harem was formed not too long after Ali started working at the palace. She had no clue where the girls had come from, but as time went on more and more girls came into her master's harem. The only common trait between them is that they were all absurdly beautiful, just not as beautiful as Ali herself, or the other members of her masters inner circle for that matter. And Ali loved every member of the harem, even though most of them were very dim, they were still fun to be around.

However, they were nothing compared to her dear Jafar. She loved Jafar more than life itself, and was thankful for even letting her be in his presence. Ali began to ready herself for her daily appointment with her master. She dressed herself in her master's favorite colors red and gold and made sure she displayed as much skin as possible. Next she applied her make up, making sure it was as bold and slutty as could be, and finished of her look with a small red fez her master loved to see her in, for some reason. Finally she clasped around her neck her gold **** collar, letting the world know that she was Jafar's property.

"Eeeh eeh aah!" A strange sound distracted Ali. As she turned around she saw a little monkey dressed in a vest and fez. The monkey stood there for a second looking at her curiously.

"Eeep!" Ali squealed. "Guards! Guards!" She yelled. Quickly several guards burst into her room. "Please! Get that filthy animal! Catch it!" The guards gave chase and after a short scuffle were able to apprehend the monkey. "Milady, what would you have us do with the animal?" The guards asked. "I don't care, please dispose of it. It's soooo dirty, and it likely got filth all over my room! Who knows what diseases it's carrying!" The guards carried the monkey off, screaming the entire way. As they left the captain of the guards, Razoul, entered the room. "Everything alright here milady?" He asked. "Oh thank Jafar you're here Razoul!" Ali shouted as she embraced him. "That little beast just came screaming into my room! I thought it was going to attack me! Thankfully I have you nice strong guards here to protect me." She said as she traced his bicep with her finger. Something about Razoul always made Ali feel nostalgic, and while he was no Jafar he was plenty enough of a man for her.

"Of course milady. We'll have the little monster disposed of shortly." He said grinning down at Ali. "Once you've disposed of the creature please send some one 'round to sanitize my room." "Of course milady, but are you sure you're alright." "Of course I am, why do you ask?" "You appear to be crying." Razoul said as he pointed out the tear leaking from Ali's eye. "Oh, I must have been so worked up from the animal attacking me that I must not have noticed." She said wiping the tear away. "anyway, I must thank you for rescuing me." She said seductively as she kneeled down in front of him. "Won't Master Jafar be missing you?" He asked. "Oh don't worry, I'm not expected for a good while." She whispered as she fished his dick out of his pants.

While there were many perks and benefits to Jafar becoming Sultan watching the former street rat fellate him was one of Razoul's favorites. The old sultan had been week, never letting him enforce the law as strictly as he wanted, but Jafar was a whole other story. Crime had essentially vanished from Agrabah. And the populace wouldn't dare step out of line, otherwise the would face the wrath of Jafar. Sure there had been some resistance groups popping up, but with Razoul's help Jafar had quickly been stomping them out. He always wondered what had happened to all of the people he rounded up, as while there have been a few dozen people placed under arrest, the prisons have been nearly empty for some time now. While he would love to know the answer, it was above his pay grade, and he knew better than to question Jafar, as little Ali here did.

He couldn't believe it at first when Jafar told him. The little orphan bastard he had been chasing for years was now this moaning little slut. The best part was one Jafar offered him to have his way with her in exchange for his complete loyalty. One of the best offers he had ever heard. The lustful bliss on her face as he massaged her throat with his dick was such a far cry from the defiant glare the street rat always wore. And the way she treated her old monkey pal, with such disgust and fear, it almost made him ejaculate on the spot.

Ali continued to suck off Razoul, until he suddenly picked her up and flipped her around. "Ah ah ah honey." Ali tutted. "You know that my pussy only belongs to master Jafar. Now if you want you can stick it in my ass." She offered. With a grunt he plunged himself into her asshole and began pumping away. "You're -ah- doing great -ah- babe! But I do need to start -ah- getting ready again for master." She said between moans. With another grunt Razoul pulled out, ejaculating all over Ali's backside. "You were great sugar. We've got to do this again soon." Ali said as she scooped up some cum with her finger and gingerly licked it up. "Anytime. So what's it like being Jafar's slut?" Razoul asked. Ali gasped. "Watch your tone! I am not Jafar's slut, I am Jafar's head slut! Please respect my position." "Oh I'll respect any position your in."Razoul responded wrapping Ali up in his grasp. "Are you sure you don't want another go?" He asked.

"Sorry baby, I have to get ready. Master's expecting me, and look at the sorry state you've left me in. Anyway, please send around a servant to clear up this mess." "Of course milady." "Thanks lover." She said giving him a peck on the cheek and began to walk away.

"Oh and please tell Jafar I'll be running a tad bit late today. After all, you can't rush perfection!"