1000 nights and days !

[Grrrr]

IC:

Looking down his feet ,there was three ‘hareem’ (women-slaves) looking up at him waitng for his sign to ensure his enjoyment in every possible way ; dancing , singing , flirting with him – or with themselves if he like - ,
The Sultan was suddenly overwhelmed by a most striking deelings of depression , anger and helpless . The vision of the willing faces of the three women suddenly recalled to his memory all of his troubles ; their willing faces reminded him of the doubts that was arousing inside him towards his own wife , It’s true he has no solid evidence what so ever against her , but merely his doubts and the palace’s hear-say that reaches him through his spies , But then when did the Sultan need a reason to make heads fly high !
He waved his hand dismissing the three women and as he started descending his throne , he recalled the thing that made his wife's treachery so obvious ; his newest slave that wasn’t as willing as he wishedand turning him away every single night for the past two weeks , causing him to notice his wife’s unusual habits and new customs now more than before .
‘Fatima‘ , his new slave was not totally disobedient , but she exercises a totally new style from which he used to , being so seductive but yet so inoncent – short to say : Hard to get , ‘She might got that from her people at the northern lands’ he though to himself , but he had other slaves from the north before , with whom he had no trouble at all . He was thinking about what future means should he used with such an inobedient slave that keeps rejecting him ,when suddenly his grand ‘weseir’ was announced by the heralds at the doors of the court ……

OCC:

This is my first REAL SRP , so please excuse me guys for any mistakes I’ve already done or will be doing in the future . I like a much simple language , but please be free to use whatever language u wish
Now ,there's a place for every body in this thread, here’s what – I think – we need , leaving for every one how his/her role would be going :

The Sultan’s wife .
The Grand Weseir ( prime minister ) .
The Grand Weseir’s wife .
Fatima
Any otner member of the royal family .
Any other slave .

 

[Honey_B]

Shaharazod - The sultan's wife?

OCC: I love these kinds of stories! I'd love to play the Sultan's wife, Shararazod. You don't go into exactly what you suspect your wife of. Do you have something in mind? If not, I have a great idea involving an affair with the Grand Weseir. My husband would like to play the Grand Weseir, and it would be fun to plot the sultan's demise. What do you think?

 

[Grrrr]

The Sultan

OCC: you are most welcomed to join.It's fine with me , just leave a room for one or more females , just to keep me busy from finding out about both of you .I'm leaving the details of my my demise's plot to u .

 

[Honey_B]

Sharharazad

OCC: Great, Grrrr! I'm excited about this story. I love a good game of cat-n-mouse as much as anyone. By all means, the more harems girls the better as long as the wife of the sultan gets to use a few

Anyway, on with the story...

IC: My eyes were closed to the splender around me. I could not see the rich silks that made up my bedchamber, silver threads woven in to blue silk. I could not see the danger that surrounded me either in this place of luxery, but I could smell it. The scent of a man that pervaded my bed like a rich fog. The man was not my husband, but that didn't stop me from giving myself to him.

Just a few moments before my lover was inside of me... my legs upon his shoulders, he was driving his manhood into my very soul. I was seconds away from a blinding orgasm when my servant girl warned me a messenger was coming from the sultan.

My lover had to leave in absolute haste, leaving me stranded with an aching need. I pulled the servant girl down to my pussy and ground myself into her face. She obliged by bringing me to a quick orgasm, but it was hardly what I wanted. I wanted him!

 

[Honey_B]

Amir the Grand Weseir

OCC: I am Honey_B's husband. I will be playing the part of Amir, the Grand Weseir.

IC: I was forced to leave my true love's side, having been called to the sultan. These annoyances will be taken care in due time, but for now duty calls.

I am second in power only to the sultan, but I have become my true love's slave. As the days grow, my only desire is to please her. I am bound by law to my wife, but Shaharazad has my heart and soul. Her scent still fills my nostrils, and I can still taste her in my mouth. Her sweet succulent juices intoxicate me and I can still feel the warm embrace of her womanly paradise.

I ache to return to her, but I push open the door's to the sultan's audiance chamber instead.

 

[Grrrr]

The Sultan

IC: It's our wis , we the sultan that the slave Fatimah is summoned right away to the throne court .

OCC: All we is need a slave volunteer and we are on the road !

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

Fatimah

OCC
I'll play fatimah

IC
I have been called to the sultan's throne room. I flick a touch more kohl around my eyes and hurry down the corridors. The sultan must not be kept waiting!

The presence of the sultan dominates the room. He holds the power of life and death over so many, including me. It is with downcast eyes that I approach the throne. I protrate myself at the foot of the dais.

"Your slave, Fatimah, at your pleasure, My Sultan," I say in a respectful voice.

 

[Grrrr]

The Sultan

OCC :
GREAT !! welcome . now we can move ahead with it .

IC :

I watch my Weseir as he approaches my throne from across the hall ,he was hasting in a nervous way and I could almost swear he’d just dressed up right outside my door, I didn’t give it much thought as he bowed before me offering his respect and loyalty ; ” Greetings Sier , your loyal serv….” I interrupted the usual greeting phrase, knowing that it was originally made for hypocrates and the disloyals , However I could always trust my men and I REALLY had a lot on my mind .
“Glad to see u in good health , Amir ” I quickly replied to him , then looking firmly at him right through his eyes “ It seems I shall be looking for a new weseir now “ . Ofcourse Amir trembled and I could see fear in his eyes he replied “ My lord , Ihave always been your loyal servant , You know I ..” , Interrupting him again as I descended from my throne I said : “ I can smell evil , Amir …and I can smell it right now , right here as we speak “ He didn’t answer me so I turned around and as I looked at his face once more , there was something in his eyes , not fear this time but something else that I just couldn’t realize . He was about to speak when my dearest Fatima was announced at the door , I turned around quickly and there was the body I have been longing for coming right at me , she bowed to me as everybody else did “Your slave, Fatimah, at your pleasure, My Sultan “ Though I preferred her current position, Quickly I held her hand gently lifting her up “ Rise my dear Fatima, rise “ as I held both her hand with mine and brought them to my chest .She was smiling at me as I kept staring at her most beautiful face , devoring every inch of it with my eyes , the kohl on her eyes indeed doubled its charm , her silky hair portrayed her face in such a magical way , Her perfume was doing wonders to me at which point I couldn’t help my self from attempting to hold her and bring her closer to me , I lift up her head , I could smel her hot breath. Indeed she had the strongest effect on me , no woman ever did that to me before, as I went for her lips , her eyes was widening and looking at somepoint behind me , she shyly downcasted her eyes to the other side and whispered “ my lord ...“
I thought she was still teasing me when I Heard a sound that came from behind my back, that made me realize that Amir was still standing there watching us. As I didn’t want any disturbance at the moment I dismissed him right away, he tried to say something but one look from me made him disappear in a flash .
Still holding her , I returned back to my love , " Now my dear Fatima ...where were we ? "

 

[Honey_B]

Amir

I walk directly back to my queen's chambers. Shaharazod has her back to me, gazing out the barred window. It is all I can do to find the breath to speak... my nerves are so rattled. "My queen, the Sultan has indicated suspects something. He is looking for a new Weseir because he senses evil. What if he has me banished... imprisoned... or, or, worse, beheaded! " My voice has become almost irrational, tears start to stream down my face.

 

[Honey_B]

Shaharazod

I turn as I listen as my lover enters my chamber. I listen quietly as he tells me about an unfortunate development in my plot. As the tears start to flow, I draw Amir into my arms. "Do not worry, my darling," I say soothingly. I gently kiss away the tears and hold him until he stops shaking, whispering more comforting words. I gently stroke his hair and kiss his cheeks.

My comforing gestures gradually become more passionate as he first calms, then responds. Our clothing melts away as we fall naked onto my silken bed. He is so very ardent and insisting, I know he needs release quickly. I push him down on the velvet pillows, and impale my perfumed vagina on his rock hard cock. I lean forward to kiss him passionately before rising up and riding my love to a shattering climax for both of us. I collapse and Amir wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.

Some time later...
I can tell be the state of Amir's renewed arousal that he has recovered from his near appolexy. In fact, the recovery is so complete that he is able to flip me over and take me from behind, like the bitch-in-heat that I always am. He collapses on top of me.

Some time much later...
"Amir, I think it's time we talk about this problem now, don't you think?" Amir answers me by pushing me back down and ravaging my cunt for the third time, this time with his mouth. I swoon with pleasure.

Finally, an incredibly long time later...
"Amir, go stand across the room. We have to talk now, not fuck, TALK."

Amir obediately starts to get up.

"Sit down, I was just kidding." Jeesh! I thought to myself, being the queen is difficult. Everyone takes you so literally.

"Now, we do have a problem. I can not let anything happen to you. Without you, I have no happiness in my life. But, never fear, my dear, I have a solution. We need leverage. I will write to my father. As you know my father is a powerful king to the North. I will tell him that I will be at my cruel husband's mercy because my only protector is in danger of being killed. I know that my father will put the screws to my dear hubby. As you well know, my father has a standing army that is double in size to anything my husband could produce. If that were not enough, my husband will inherit my father's kingdom when he dies if Father doesn't appoint another heir. My husband can hardly do anything to displease him, at this point and my father will want you here to protect me. Here you will stay, my love."

 

[Guest]

Fatima

The Sultan's power awed me. I felt so many emotions every time I was in his presense: fear, awe, respect, repulsion, attraction. This time was not different. As he took my hand, I tried not to tremble. I was a woman who had not been opened by a man. The experience of living at the Sultan's court was a new one for me. In my old life, I had never really had any contact with men. I grew up relatively isolated on my family's farm in the North.

Since arriving at the palace, I had gotten quite an education. Not only in the ancient ways of pleasing a man in bed, but also how to amuse them out of it. I had become an accomplished dancer. People said I had a natural grace although I did not see it.

I could not stop myself from looking into the Sultan's big brown eyes. What was it I saw there? Was it just animalistic lust or was it something else... Unconsciously, I ran my tongue over my lips as I was thinking (an old habit of mine). His question of "Where were we," brought me out of my revery.

"Sultan, I will do your bidding. Would you care for me to dance for you?"

 

[Grrrr]

" My dearest Fatima , The sight of you can lighten my kingdom with the power of a thousand sun " , I said flirting my beloved slave . Then ,I let u escape my arms , sat back , making my self comfortable on the group of billows made of silk and ostrich-feather . I layed back having my eyes fixed upon your body .
Dance beautiful fatima " I thought to my self : " Go ahead , increase the fire inside me, for I'll soon be able to put it off ! "

I dismissed the guards, Fatima started dancing for me, and for me alone , that thought was enough to arouse all my senses for her before she even made a single move .Her dance was as sensual as usual by the time she finished I was almost about to explode , I opened my arms for her inviting her to join me at once ...

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

I knew that I had pleased the Sultan and this pleased me. Dancing had done a great deal to release me from some of my inhibitions. I felt ready to do whatever the Sultan wanted. No, I was more than ready, I was beginning to want it to.

He opened his arms to embrace me, and as I went to him, he encircled me in his grasp. My face buried in his chest, I felt tears spring to my eyes. I knew that I had to tell him my secret no matter what he might do to me.

"Oh, great Sultan," I began in a soft tremor of a voice. "I must tell you something. It is very difficult for me, but as you are my lord and master, I feel that I must. I have a shameful secret." I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears.

I forced myself to continue...

"I have not been touched by a man. I am unskilled in the ways of love. I know you will find this terribly disappointing." I looked up at him, my eyes glittering with tears.

 

[Grrrr]

Your Sultan

"I have not been touched by a man" such an innoncent confession along with the tears of pearls in her eyes made my Fatima an extremely volnurable and certainly most attractive to my dominating nature . I went for her lips kissing her passionately , at first I felt her shock and fear , not knowing what to do , but it wasn't long when I felt her tongue touching mine with the most tenderness , Her kisses were like magic to me and I was soon beyond the skies in my own heaven . I carried her up to the throne and placed her gently on it , she was quite puzzled but willing at the same time . We kiss again and my hands move touching her body , her naked belly , he hips , and thighs . Our lips are separated for a few seconds , She's breathing heavily , I do too , I tell her in a low voice : "Today you learn everything my beloved one" , Then my hands move to between her legs touching it gently , I smile to myself as I feel the moist spot formed right there .

 

[Honey_B]

Shaharazod

I took out a roll of parchment to write out the necessary letter. I dipped my pen in ink and wrote to my father. Then, I sent for my most trusted messenger. "Take this to my father's kingdom in the North. Give this letter only to him. Trust no one, Osman." The messenger took my letter, bowed, and quickly departed.

I turned to Amir. "There, that is done. Now, I think it is time that I have a word with my husband. I will tell him of my displeasure and its consequences." As I said these words, I walked up to my lover and kissed his passionately. "Do not worry, my dear. My husband can not be easily manipulated, but he has much to lose and everything to gain if he keeps you around. I will go inform him of this." Playfully, I bit Amir's lower lip, "I'm the only one who can hurt you," I said with a devilish grin.

Now, I had to get dressed with special care. My appearence when I saw the Sultan should remind him of all of the power of my estate. That meant putting on pounds of gold jewelry, silks, and brocades. Looking over my shoulder at Amir, I said, "This is going to take awhile." Amir laid down on my bed to watch.

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

Fatima

When the Sultan kissed me, I was at first, so terrified. I didn't want to do the wrong thing. He was so incredibly gentle. I opened my lips to him. His tongue softly probed my mouth and I felt myself getting relax.

I could not believe what my senses told me. A most extraordinary thing happened. The Sultan picked me up and placed me on his throne. I sat in the seat of kings and looked down at the Sultan kneeling at my feet. The sight overwhelms me and I almost swoon...

My Sultan is kissing me again. This time I respond with all of the desire I am capable of. My mouth becomes greedy as I lick and suck, taking and tasting. His hands are like silk and iron as the roam about my pliant body. My breathing increases. I pant.

The spoken word is a powerful entity. As the sultan says, "Today you learn everything, my beloved one," the effect is devastatingly erotic. Where before I had only felt fear, now I anticipate my entry into womanhood with all of the passion of a wanton. He moves his hands between my legs, touching the center of my being.

"My great Sultan, I am yours! Teach me as you will for I will be your eager student," I say as I feel his fingers begin their own seduction.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

Amir's Take

OCC: I have finally figured out how to have two user names using the same computer so my husband will now by be posting under the name, Fly_on_the_Wall, as he is in the 'Jasmine' thread. Luv, Honey

IC: Lying in my loves chamber, I reflect on our time together. Since I've been taken under her spell, my life has been turned completely upside-down. Now, I constantly watch over my shoulder. I'm always afraid the Sultan will find I am sleeping with his wife. At first, I considered it recreational to spend time with her. Now, I want nothing more than to be at her side, or between her thighs!

It's almost as sexy watching her get dressed as it is watching her undress. She looks like a queen, but no more so than when she is naked in my arms.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

OOC:" Memo to Grrr, Wherefore art thou Grrr?"