My tantric fantasy with a rich Sultan

Hello again. Last time I told you about my experience with my girlfriend Sabrina and how she introduced me to the world of bi-sexuality. Things have been pretty intense since then and I’ve met some pretty interesting people. Let’s just say that Sabrina’s parties have taken a slight change of course from what they once were. Anyway, it was getting to be a little much for me so I decided that I needed to take a break from the party life and just chillax for a while on my own, you know catch up on some reading, and some other interests and stuff.

One of my friends a while back had lent me a book on the Kama Sutra and tantric sex techniques, and when I was going through my pile it really caught my eye. Sex is obviously one of my favorite subjects but I never thought of reading up on it and possibly learning how to be better at it - it just simply never occurred to me. I spend the next few evenings digesting the pages of the book and I always seemed to end up sprawled out on my bed, frigging myself off, because the content I was reading got me so turned on it was unbelievable. I never knew you could do some of the things that they were explaining and that these positions and techniques were in existence for thousands of years! The whole thing was very hot and it left me with a lot of fantasies in my head and a hunger for a far more thorough sexual experience.

Months seem to pass after reading the book and my sexual experiences remained between the same three people - me, myself, and I. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing because I was learning to appreciate my fantasies and I was learning to explore myself and learn my body’s responses to stimuli in my own controlled environment. One thing that I think that men do better than women is that they seem to be more comfortable with self-love and they get a hell of a lot more practice with themselves than most gals I know.

One Friday evening as I was heading home from work I decided that I was going to have a date with myself. It may seem weird but I was committed to giving myself a complete and thorough sexual adventure in the safety of my own apartment and with none other than dear old me. I stopped and picked up wine at the liquor store and then I stopped at an Adult novelty shop and decided to buy some new toys for tonight’s date.

When I arrived at home made myself a simple but elegant dinner and decided to sit at my table and enjoy candlelight and some soft music in the background while I slowly ate and sipped wine. After cleaning up from dinner I poured myself another glass of wine and headed to my bathroom and proceeded to run a nice warm bath with some new salts that I had recently acquired. I lit some candles in the bathroom now and slowly eased out of my clothing. I took a brief moment to enjoy the feeling of being completely naked and checked myself out in the mirror – yep, still looking good. As I slowly stepped into the bath I felt a slight tingle in my yoni (the Kama Sutra name for womanhood) as I anticipated how the warm silky bath water would feel against my naked loins. Ahh, that hits the spot, I thought to myself as I settled into the tub and closed my eyes and my mind began to drift away and I imagined that I was in an ancient province of the Middle East….

Suddenly I was a 18-year-old handmaiden that was recently acquired by, and married to a wealthy Sultan and brought into his harem. I was given a residence among some of the more experienced wives and would often gather in the communal bath times where stories about the Sultan were shared. The women all had a deep respect for him and could hardly wait until it was their turn to be called into his chambers. The Sultan was a younger man by most aristocratic standards but was revered by the ladies for his experience as a shrewd businessman, as a brave warrior, and as a very skilled love maker.
When a wife or concubine would receive the call, they would often be accompanied by several other woman as he had a great harem and it was noted that he was able to please up to a dozen woman in one evening using all six of his lovemaking centers (in Kama Sutra that means the use of the tongue, both hands, both feet, and his lingam- which is the word for his manhood). Many ladies would wait months before receiving the call so they were often given to pleasing one another in the common bath area.

I was bathing with the others when one of the servants came and informed me that I had received the Sultan’s invitation and that I was to make myself ready in his chambers within the hour. In reality now, I stepped out of my bath and slipped into a silk bathrobe and then proceeded to my bedroom with yet another glass of wine. As I imagined that I was preparing to meet the Sultan, I decided to pay extra attention to details while sliding back into the fantasy and I freshened up the polish on my toenails and laid the new toys (one was an electric vibrator with an additional part designed beside me on the bed and then I got some scented lubricant ready as well.

As I reclined on my bed and opened my robe, I slid my hand down toward my yoni which was still tingling with anticipation and then I was suddenly back in the inner chambers of the Sultan’s house with a soft warm Middle Eastern breeze blowing through the open window. I was to dress in finest silk robes that were laid out for me and were designed for the art of lovemaking and left the genital area and the breasts exposed for contact. Much to my surprise I discovered that I was the only one in the room and there were no other wives waiting with me. This had implications beyond my comprehension and meant that I had been elevated in status within the harem and more over that the Sultan fond me to be worthy of his undivided attention. I had only met with him on one other occasion and that was at the wedding ceremony where he had shared vows with seven of us at the same time. We had not even consummated the marriage yet as he had been called immediately to a battle on the far end of the province and it had been over a month since his return so I had assumed that he would make love to his seven new wives at the same time. I knew that the Sultan would not be worried about my virginity as it was apparently the tradition within his household to let the other wives take care of a new maiden’s cherry and that they had three months to teach me the art of lovemaking so that I would have some experience.

When the Sultan arrived I was immediately stunned by his appearance. He was tall and had a kind face and youthful smile, and yet the lines around his eyes spoke of his years of experience. His voice was calm and soothing and he called me by my name and asked that I please call him Jashir. He was wearing his lovemaking attire as well and he came and sat with me on the bed. I was surprised further still as he lifted my veil and touched his strong hand to my face. There was no fear or intimidation in me as I could see that he was a good man and I somehow knew that if I completely opened myself up to him that he would give me the most pleasurable experience that I could imagine. As he reclined back on the bed now he motioned to me that he wanted me to sit in his lap and recline with him. This position gave him full access to my breasts and yoni and I soon felt his warm breath on the nape of my neck. His hand felt so strong as he slowly began working over my nipples, which instantly came to full attention for him. His other hand caressed my inner thighs over and over as I felt the juices welling up deep within my yoni. Soon I felt two of his fingers parting open my love flower and he began to massage and stimulate my clitoris with a third. I could feel his experience right now as every button I had was being switched on and with his tongue in my ear I could feel my first orgasm approaching fast. 

He kept me in this position for quite a while even after I came for the second time and he continued to kiss and caress and stimulate me for what seemed like hours. I reached my hand down to his crotch area and was pleased to discover that he was extremely well endowed and that he was already at full attention as well. I was so hot now that all I wanted him to do was take me and bend me over and drive his lingam deep inside of my yoni. He was too skilled to rush me along though and the next thing he did was to turn me around and face him so that we were both sitting with our feet pointing towards each other genitals. He reached over and gently placed my hands in his and our fingers interlocked which made me feel so safe and accepted at that point. Jashir then said that we would now please each other without using our hands. He began by bringing one of his feet over to my yoni and with his big toe he began to stroke my clitoris and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I responded by bringing my soft feet into his inner thigh and I began moving my toes up and down the shaft of his lingam and I could sense his appreciation as he firmed up even more under my loving strokes. He was now able to insert his other foot inside my eager yoni while his other foot continued to work my clit. Believe it or not I was soon coming again and begging for Jashir to ravish me deeply.

Next me motioned for me to stand up beside the bed and he did likewise facing me again. With one hand he lifted my left leg so that my foot was resting on his right shoulder as I stood on my tiptoes with my right foot and held the bedpost for balance. In this position he was able to insert his lingam deep inside me and we were able to kiss each other with deep open mouths and let our tongues engage in a delicate dance of passion. His lingam felt like fire inside of me as he thrust back and forth in a circular motion that seemed to hit all the right spots within. As he played with my breasts again, he informed me that this was called Ekapada and was one of his favorite positions. He then proceeded to take me into various positions standing beside the bed and continued to fuck me fiercely until I was coming yet again. I was sure that he would be ready to go soon as well but little did I know that I would literally be his all night. After showing me several different ways to please one another and after several orgasms Jashir said that he was ready for me to finish him with his favorite positions, but before that I was to pleasure his lingam with my mouth.

I was gracious for the slight break from having my yoni pounded and I eagerly knelt before him ready to give his aching lingam a bath in my hot moist mouth. Tasting my juices that were lavished all over his lingam just got me so hot that I wanted to swallow him whole. As I used my tongue, Jashir moaned with satisfaction with each dart and flicker up and down his rock hard shaft, and I could feel him tremor and shake now each time I also circled around his lingam head playfully and I knew he was becoming desperate for a release soon. Finally I drew his shaft deep inside my mouth all the way to his balls and I lovingly cupped his balls in my hand as he moaned in appreciation. He gently lifted my head and motioned that he was ready for the final phase of our sexual dance together.

He laid me on my back and had me lift my buttocks with my hand to raise my yoni and he inserted a soft pillow under my thighs. He then grasped my ankles and fastened them like a chain behind his neck and then he had me grip my toes so that this was what they called Padma – or the Lotus. In this position he was able to penetrate me very deep with his lingam and control his thrusts with ease. I was desperate for him to come now and I wanted to know what his hot load would feel like all over my breast and I began screaming and moaning for him to soak me. He was so good that it was I that coming again now but I was so focused on his orgasm now that it didn’t matter. I used all of the muscles in my yoni to squeeze him and soon I could hear him panting hard. He drew his lingam out and pumped out his come all over my breasts and it felt so hot and so good that I wanted to rub it all over me. Just when I thought he was done he was starting to pump out more so I quickly grabbed his lingam and drew it into my mouth as continued to blast me with hot come. It tasted so good and I swallowed every last drop that he squeezed out. Utterly exhausted I collapsed on the bed and enjoyed my reward of getting to drift off to sleep in the arms of the most sought after man in the region. He stayed with me all that night and we even woke up before dawn and made love again. 

As I lay there in his arms I was suddenly awoken by a knock at the door and I was instantly back in my bed in Calgary, lying on come soaked sheets with my new toys lying nearby. I looked at the clock and it was 10 AM Sat morning. I jumped up to answer the door forgetting that I was wearing nothing but my open robe. When I got to the door I discovered that it was Sabrina and I had completely forgotten about our coffee date. Sabrina had a funny look on her face as she feasted on the view in front of her. “Looks like someone’s been having fun”, she said as she started to undo her top and closed the door behind her. “Just me”, I said. She hushed me and moved closer to me planting a delicate kiss on my lips. “Not anymore”, she replied as we walked together hand in hand towards my bedroom. Enough said for now. :) Alexis.