"I wish for this week that you will be the Sultan just like when I dreamed I was him! Now, where were we?" said Johniee with a fiendish glee.
The Sultan looked confused and then smiled deeply. He took Johniee in his arms. "Now little one, I will have you my way!" said the Sultan in a deep voice.
"Oh, how could I stop a big powerful man like you!" pretended Johniee while reveling in the touch of the Sultan.
Soon, they were making love. A rock hard Sultan was pounding deep inside Johniee."
"Oh, oh, oh almost there, oh " breathed Johniee in a heavy voice.
"Then I should stop. I am not ready for you to be done." said the Sultan as he abruptly stopped and pulled out.
"Nooooo. Not again!" screamed Johniee
"Again? You are here for my pleasure. When it pleasures me, then and only then will you have pleasure." said the Sultan sternly.
"You're taking the Sultan thing too far, Karyn!" said Johniee
"Karyn? Who is Karyn? Do you call your lovers in America Karyn? I am the well..I am the Sultan.", replied the Sultan a bit perplexed as John had never given a name to the Sultan when he played him in his sexual fantasies.
"Where's that damn rock, you need some tweaking." Said Johniee as she bent over trying to find the rock.
"What rock?" said the Sultan.
"You know the wish rock, duh, hello." Replied Johniee, who realized afterward that Karyn thought she was a sultan for the next week. A wishing rock in the hands of a sultan could be a real problem! She dove for the rock off the pillows.
This left Johniee's naked large heart shaped ass pointing toward the Sultan. The Sultan instantly had an arousal that was throbbing with excitement. Johniee had found the rock and was just about to make a wish when the Sultan entered her pussy again and began thrusting while pulling her back into his lap.
(The rock, the rock, have to get the Ohhhhh, that feels good.) were the thoughts going through Johniee's mind.
"Now, it pleases me for you to come." Said the Sultan.
Johniee was on her elbows with her hand on the rock and her large breasts resting on the floor though jiggling with each thrust of the Sultan. She was coming very quickly. She tried to focus on the rock, but it was a losing battle. For the next week she was going to be a big-busted nymphomaniac and the Sultan was going to have a harem of nymphomaniac's he would satisfy. That had been Jon's fantasy and now it would be Johniee's reality. As she gave in to the enviable, the thoughts of the rock still invaded her mind. Just as she was about to cum, she blurted out under her breath, "I wish we could forget about that rock for the rest of the week, I want to cum!" Then she came as she had never cum before. That was only the first of three times that she came before the Sultan finally came. He came with a terrific force that caused a spent Johniee to cum yet again for a fourth and final time.
They collapsed into each other's arms.
"You were magnificent!" whispered Johniee into the Sultan's ear.
"Of course! I am the Sultan. Now, you will be taken to the Harem and made ready for the wedding tomorrow." Said the Sultan as he pulled a robe over himself and clapped his hands.
"What? No, I don't think so! Why, why I wish I knew what I was trying to think! Anyway, no I am not marrying you!" said Johniee (note rock is on the floor not in anybody's hands)
"Oh, you will. I am the Sultan." Smirked the Sultan
By this time the two large guards had reentered the room.
"I am naked, and your guards have cut my clothes to ribbons! I am not going anywhere!" screamed Johniee.
"This is nothing. But since you are to be a member of my harem, you should not be seen naked. That's true. You may use two, not three, but two pillows to cover yourself. Now guards take her to the harem." Said the Sultan.
"But, but, but " was all Johniee could say while she clutched the two pillows about her trying to cover her nakedness. The guards quickly spirited her to the harem.
