Oh, It's Just Jasmine

"It's me, lover," the voice cooed, "The only one you truly desire." Aladdin's eyes still hadn't adjusted to the darkness, and all he could see was a senuous, curvy shape. The voice sounded familiar, almost like Jasmine's, but with a sultry quality he had never sensed before.

"Don't tell me you don't recognize me," the mystery woman pouted, slinking ever closer to the frozen-in-place Arabian boy. She reached out a hand and scratched a fingernail down his chest, eliciting a tingle of sensations in him.

"Ja... Jasmine?" he questioned tentatively. His eyes had started to adjust, and it definitely seemed the seductress before him was simply his beautiful wife, albeit acting more sensually than he'd ever seen.

"It is me, lover, just like I said," she replied as she brushed her body against his and moved behind him. As she raked her fingernails down his back, not softly but not so hard they would leave welts, his body shuddered in response. "Yesss... Like that?" she asked rhetorically.

After her fingers ran down the length of his back, they caressed his ass cheeks then ran around to the front of his hips, her index fingers reaching down to fondle his balls and then tracing lines up the curve of his pelvis until they met. She then took both her fingernails and dragged them along his rapidly-hardening cock before grabbing the whole thing firmly between her hands. "I like this..." she teased, "And it's going to be all mine..."

Aladdin's sixth sense told him something was amiss, but his eyes didn't deceive him and he knew it was only Jasmine seducing him. He couldn't think too clearly anyway, with the intense sensations the young woman was inducing in his most sensitive areas.

"I'll start this way," she continued, again brushing her body against his as she slinked around in front of him again, her perfectly pert breasts dragging their erect nipples across his skin. She stuck out her tongue to flick it against one of Aladdin's own nipples, then over to the other before dragging it down his chest, across his firm stomach, and straight onto his now rock-hard member. With no further talking she took him directly into her mouth, and Aladdin had never known such pleasure.

Jasmine had never wated to suck his cock before, claiming it was degrading and beneath a princess to do. But here she was, on her haunches in front of him, very skillfully slurping and sucking his cock like a true professional. "Oh, yeahhh..." he moaned, gently stroking her hair. She rotated her head each time she withdrew, and twisted her tongue around his shaft in the opposite direction, creating a maelstrom of sensations all over his dick. Even fucking Jasmine's pussy had never felt like this.

Then, as suddenly as it began, Jasmine backed away and released his throbbing member. Aladdin moaned in frustration, but Jasmine smirked and said, "Don't worry, lover. Now I want it... here." And as she said this she started out circling her hand around one of her oh-so-perfect breasts, then sensuously dragged those fingernails down her own torso and stuck it inside herself. She moved it in and out a few times, then took the finger to her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick her fingertip before sucking the whole thing in. "Do me, Aladdin," she pleaded and he was only too eager to comply.

Gently, he pushed her down onto the ground. She spread her legs apart (something else Jasmine had never done, instead previously claiming that only whores spread their legs and so he had to mount her with her legs flat against the bed) and beckoned to him with sultry eyes and pouty lips. He had never been so ready to fuck in his life, and he had to forcibly control himself to keep from simply plunging in and rutting with her like a wild animal.

As he slowly slipped inside, he almost came immediately as Jasmine responded with a moan of such erotic ecstasy that he wondered what had come over his previously conservative wife. "Yeahhhh, that's what I wanted... Do me," she begged again, and Aladdin complied as he slowly began to push in and out of her sopping love hole.

Jasmine's pussy had always been tight (the one benefit of marrying a petite virgin who didn't fuck him that often, Aladdin thought wistfully), but tonight it was absolutely perfect--tight enough that it felt like her honey walls were literally sucking him in as he thrust, yet soaking wet such that his movements were completely lubricated and free. He began to pick up the pace, still forcing himself to go slowly so that he could prolong the feelings of the best fuck he'd ever had. Jasmine moaned and writhed beneath him, making his self-control all the more remarkable.

"Come inside me, lover. I want you to be mine," she cooed. With almost superhuman restraint he again resisted the urge to simply pound away, and instead maintained a steady pace of thrusting. Inevitably, his orgasm built and built until he lost himself in the most intense feelings he could imagine. He closed his eyes and arched his back while he grunted like an animal, pumping his eager semen into the willing pussy beneath him.

"That's it, baby," she snarled with an edge to her voice. "Now you're mine!" As he came down from his sexual high and opened his eyes, he was shocked to find the evil cat-woman Mirage splayed out beneath him, her furry legs wrapped around his back. "Surprised, boy?" she asked with a sneer. "Do you really think that little priss of a princess could make you feel like this? Ha!" She squeezed her pussy muscles like a vice around Aladdin's now super-sensitive member. "You'll never be able to fuck her again, because you know she can't do for you the things I can. Face it, street rat. You are my ****, my plaything, who will do ANYTHING to feel my pleasures again, aren't you?"

Aladdin was **** to escape, but found his mind accepting the inevitable truth of what she was saying. How could he ever go back to his vanilla sex life with Jasmine? Even if he did have sex with her, he'd be fantasizing about Mirage the whole time. And he knew that eventually, he would leave Jasmine to seek out the woman who had just given him a taste of the kinds of sexual talents she had to offer. "I'll miss Jasmine," was his answer.

"Fuck that little bitch," Mirage spat, pushing Aladdin off her and rolling onto her side. "Then again, maybe that's just what we should do!" she continued with a devious gleam in her eye...