In the heart of the ancient city of Istanbul, in a secluded mansion hidden from the prying eyes of the outside world, a woman lay on her bed, her body bathed in the soft glow of the lanterns that hung from the ceiling. She was a woman of exceptional beauty, with long, dark hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk. Her skin was the color of cinnamon, smooth and unblemished, and her eyes were as dark as the night sky, full of desire and longing. She was a woman of the Middle East, a Sultana, and she was alone in her bed, her body yearning for the touch of a man.
She had been without a lover for many months, her husband, the Sultan, having taken a new wife, a younger woman, who now occupied his bed and his heart. The Sultana had been cast aside, her beauty and charms no longer enough to hold the Sultan’s attention. But she was not one to give up easily, and she had decided that she would find a way to satisfy her desires, even if it meant taking a lover.
She closed her eyes and let her mind wander, imagining the feel of a man’s hands on her body, his lips on hers, his cock inside her. She could feel herself growing wet at the thought, her pussy aching to be filled. She reached down and touched herself, her fingers finding her clit, already swollen with desire. She began to rub herself, her fingers moving in slow circles, her breath quickening as the pleasure built within her.
But it was not enough, she wanted more, she wanted to feel a man’s cock inside her, filling her, fucking her. She opened her eyes and looked around the room, her gaze settling on the door. She knew that there was a man outside, a guard, a young and handsome man, who had been watching her with hungry eyes. She had seen the way he looked at her, the way his body reacted to her, and she knew that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She got out of bed and walked over to the door, her body moving with a grace and elegance that only a woman of her beauty and culture could possess. She opened the door and looked at the guard, her eyes filled with desire and invitation. The guard’s eyes widened in surprise, but he did not hesitate, he stepped forward and took her in his arms, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss.
She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her, and she moaned with pleasure, her body responding to his touch. He picked her up and carried her back to the bed, his mouth never leaving hers, his hands exploring her body, cupping her perfect breasts, teasing her nipples. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his cock inside her.
He broke the kiss and looked at her, his eyes filled with desire and passion. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.
She nodded, her eyes filled with need. “Yes, I want you, I need you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He did not need any more encouragement, he lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue, while his hand found her pussy, his fingers sliding inside her, feeling her wetness, her heat. She moaned with pleasure, her body arching off the bed, her hips grinding against his hand, wanting more.
He took his fingers out of her pussy and brought them to his mouth, licking and sucking them, tasting her, savoring her. She watched him, her eyes filled with desire, her body aching for him. He lowered his head between her legs and began to lick and suck her clit, his tongue teasing her, his lips wrapped around her, his fingers inside her, fucking her, while his other hand played with her nipples, pinching and twisting them.
She could feel herself getting close, the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel it too, and he increased the pace, his tongue moving faster, his fingers fucking her harder, his mouth sucking her clit. She could feel herself on the edge, her body trembling, her mind lost in the pleasure.
And then she came, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices flowing, her moans filling the room. He did not stop, he kept licking and sucking her, his fingers fucking her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from her.
When she was finished, he moved up her body, his cock finding her pussy, his eyes locked on hers. She nodded, giving him permission, and he entered her, his cock filling her, stretching her, fucking her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her hips grinding against his, meeting his thrusts, her moans filling the room.
He fucked her hard and fast, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her, his balls slapping against her ass. She could feel herself getting close again, the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing, her mind lost in the pleasure.
And then she came again, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock, her juices flowing, her moans filling the room. He could feel her coming, and it pushed him over the edge, his cock twitching, his balls tightening, his cum filling her, his moans joining hers.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. They did not speak, they did not need to, their bodies had said it all.
The Sultana had found a way to satisfy her desires, and she would continue to do so, as long as there were men who desired her, who wanted her, who would fuck her.
And the guard, he had found a new purpose, a new reason to serve, to protect, to fuck.
The night was young, and their desires were insatiable.
