Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

Ali Baba was not used to dining in luxury – and were it not for the death
of his brother, he would have been very much pleased with his good fortune.

Indeed, he occasionally found himself looking at the elegant dining hall and
wondering if he might be dreaming.

For what dream could have contained such lovely women? Morgiana looked
radiant in the dress that Melina had given her. Gone was the bedraggled
prisoner from the cave. Now she looked like a princess, and Ali Baba felt
as though he had been transformed into a prince.

And Melina… No painter in the kingdom could have done justice to her
beauty. Her hair was a golden bouquet of curls, laced with silver sparkles.

Her blue eyes dazzled him, and her smiles were enticing and mysterious – as
if she knew some sort of secret that gave her great pleasure.

Morgiana eventually excused herself from the table, for she was weary from
the day’s events and longed to sleep. That left Ali Baba all alone with
Melina – which was exactly the way she wanted it.

“You will soon become used to wealth,” she said. “After a while, you may
even find yourself taking it for granted.”

Ali Baba laughed. “You may be right, but I cannot imagine such a thing.”

“I assure you, it is true. This necklace, for instance…” Melina looked
down at the ruby-studded heart that dangled below her neck. “A priceless
jewel, one that Kasim gave to me when we were married. I have worn it for
years, but I seldom remember that it is there.”

For some reason, Ali Baba found it difficult to understand what Melina was
telling him. Perhaps it was the wine, or the surreal setting in which he
found himself – but he felt as though his thoughts were growing foggy. He
tried to focus on the ruby heart, but caught himself staring at her chest
instead.

“No,” he told himself. “Do not look there. She is your brother’s wife.”

He smiled and nodded politely, trying to look her in the eye as she
explained the dangers of wealth. But while she talked, his gaze kept
slipping downward. “It looks like she has nice, full breasts,” he mused.
“It would be nice to see them, to place my hands upon them. No, no,
no…that is not right. I must not think such thoughts. It is very wrong
of me.”

“Is something wrong?” asked Melina, who knew very well what was happening
to Ali Baba.

“I…no, nothing is wrong,” he said. “I was just…admiring…no, I must
not say such things. Please…forgive me.”

She smiled happily. “There is nothing to forgive.” She stood up from her
seat, noticing how his eyes followed her. “Come with me,” she said. “I
want to show you something.”

Ali Baba could not help staring at her body as she led him upstairs. No
matter how hard he tried, his eyes were irresistibly drawn to her swaying
hips, and the appealing curves of her bottom, which her dress did little to
conceal. He felt a wild, terrible urge to reach forward and touch her. It
was madness, of course…how could he even think such a thing? But there
was his hand, reaching out toward her, reaching for the secret lair of her
womanhood. He longed to touch her there, to rub the place between her legs
and coax the sexual juice from within her. To make her hot enough so that
she would want to mate with him…that was what he wanted.

At the last minute, he forced his hand away from her dress. “Have I lost
my mind? I cannot do this! She is my brother’s wife!” He had told that to
himself before, but somehow it was not helping. His brother’s wife was
terribly attractive, and his cock was swelling with desire.

At the top of the stairs, Melina turned and led him down a hall. There was
a door at the end of it, which opened to reveal a lavish bedroom of crimson
and gold. “This was your brother’s room,” she said, walking toward the
large canopied bed. “I thought you might like to have it.” She raised her
hands above her head, grabbing hold of the bedpost behind her. “In fact, I
thought you might like to have me, as well.” She smiled seductively.

Ali Baba’s penis surged within his pants. “Melina…what…what are you
saying?”

“I want you to be my new husband,” she said. “I want you to do all of the
things that a husband does to a wife.”

He took a step closer toward her, then stopped. “But…Morgiana…”

“Forget about her. She is just a girl, whereas I am a woman. I know how
to give you great pleasure – and once you taste that pleasure, no other
woman will satisfy you.”

Ali Baba believed her, and he yearned to give in to the lust that was
growing in his loins. But something felt wrong about all of this, and he
closed his eyes to avoid looking at her. “It does not seem right to me. My
brother…your husband…died just this morning.”

Melina frowned. This was proving to be more difficult than she had
expected. The drug that she had slipped into his wine ought to have turned
him into a lust-crazed animal by now, just as the narcotic she had given to
Morgiana had forced the young girl to an early repose. But Ali Baba was
still resisting her, obstinately clinging to his feelings for Morgiana and
his respect for Kasim. Melina intended to crumple those sentiments once and
for all, and the only way to do that was to incite his lust. Her frown
turned into a wicked smile. She was going to enjoy corrupting him.

“You are right,” she said, walking toward him. “Kasim is gone, and now I
have no one to share my life with.” She moved right in front of him and put
her hands around his waist. “No one to share my bed with.” She pressed her
body against his, smothering her firm breasts against his chest. “I need
someone in my life…and in my bed.” Her cheek rubbed against his, while
her hands moved up and down his back. “I need a cock,” she whispered,
blowing hot breath into his ear. “I need something hot and hard, to fill up
my pussy.” She licked his ear, making him shudder with pleasure. “Do you
have something hot and hard that I could use for a while?”

It was too much for poor Ali Baba to bear. He grabbed hold of the neckline
of her gown – and with a sudden, savage yank, he tore it straight down her
middle. Melina gasped with delighted surprise as he savagely ripped the
tattered fabric from her body. Her breasts came into view, and he
immediately lowered his mouth to her rosy nipple and began to suck.

“Just like your brother,” she said, smiling as he noisily slurped away.
She held his head to her breast and closed her eyes, savoring the sensation
of having her tits suckled. “Yesssss…that’s it…suck me…suckle your
new wife…”

It was not long before Melina was lying on the bed, watching with excited
anticipation as Ali Baba tore away the rest of her dress and the panties
that lay beneath. She helpfully spread her legs, allowing his face to get
between her thighs. She grinned in triumph as he began to lick her groin,
his tongue massaging the fleshy folds of her labia. “Kasim would have
wanted you to take care of me,” she said. “So far, you are doing a very
good job.”

As the minutes licked by, her soft sighs of pleasure gradually evolved into
plaintive whimpers and desperate moans. His tongue was doing all sorts of
wonderful things to her pussy – lapping, digging, swirling, poking. He was
eating her like a hungry animal whose thirst could only be slaked by the
creamy juices oozing from her excited twat. She was panting now, her breath
coming in ragged gasps as she bucked her hips against his face with urgent
desire. Sensing that her orgasm was near, his mouth suddenly latched onto
her clitoris. She groaned deliriously as he began to suck the most
sensitive spot on her body, his tongue wagging vigorously against her sweaty
sex flesh.