The Sultry Sultan and the Nagging Nun Pt. 4

The moans were as familiar as anything now.

Caro didn’t bother to look up from the novel she was reading. She had pretty much come to the conclusion that the man had an insatiable appetite. He hadn’t said anymore about helping her escape and Caro was afraid to push it. She didn’t know what Alexander had planned but she was sure that he was enjoying making her uncomfortable.

They were finished. Alexander watched the girl get up and amble to the side door before looking over at Caro who pretended to be engrossed in her book.

“Water,” he demanded loudly.

Caro didn’t move.

“I said, bring me water. I wish to wash myself,” he said fiercely. “Must we always play this game?”

She finally looked up at him. “I don’t know. How many times do you intend to order me around like your servant girl?”

“Is this how you thank those trying to save you?” he demanded. “I know not of another man who would be so willing to save your virtue.”

“My virtue? Yes, you’re certainly concerned with that, aren’t you? I know not of another man who would make a nun watch him fuck harem girls around the clock. That’s certainly keeping my innocence intact.”

“I very seriously doubt you were ever that innocent,” he snorted, standing and going to the basin to wash himself. “What brought you to religion?”

“I told you, I’m not a nun. I just said what I said before because I wanted you to feel bad. I’m a photographer. My sister is the nun.”

“Your sister? The sultan’s favorite?” he asked looking up at her.

Caro hid her face. It was well known about the palace that the sultan fully intended to have her sister pregnant soon. And Agatha was overjoyed to be the mother of a sultan’s child. Caro had not been allowed to speak with her sister since the last she saw her in court. But she did catch details from the harem girls that always seemed to be leaving. They would cast pitiful looks at her, as if she was missing all there was to experience in life just because she wasn’t the lucky girl that Alexander was fucking.

“Yes, she is–was a nun, but I fear she is lost forever now.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m afraid that this life agrees with her too much. She enjoys being the sultan’s toy.”

“If she likes it, then why do you care? Don’t you wish her to be happy?” Alexander demanded.

“She cannot truly be happy here. Her place is with the other sisters in the convent.”

“But your place is not?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and covering himself.

“I told you, I am not a nun. I’m not even Catholic,” she repeated.

“Then may I ask why you were traveling with a bunch of nuns?”

“My brother asked me if I would come with Agatha on this mission trip because he was scared what might happen to her out in the desert, and I thought I could use this opportunity for a few good shots for my portfolio. Yet here we are.”

Alexander laughed. “I don’t know why you think you must lie to me. You are not in danger here. I find your story unbelievable.”

“It’s the truth. I am not a sister.”

“Can you prove that you are not?”

“How can anyone prove that they are not a nun? Renounce the Bible? I have the feeling if I did that, you wouldn’t believe me either. I’m not a virgin, I don’t know the scriptures, and I love money.”

“Those are the reasons that I should believe you?”

“I also love sex.”

That gave me pause. He looked at her with smoldering eyes. “Sister, you will remember your tongue and what you say to me. Not many men have the respect for religion as I have. Such words would have you on your back sooner than you could blink.”

Suddenly the room seemed to hum with electricity.

The book was tossed aside. “What words might those be? Let’s be clear so that I know what exactly to say to one of the guards.”

“Careful, girl.”

“I won’t lie, Alexander, watching you fuck girl after girl is much better than most of the porn I’ve ever seen. It’s gotten me hotter and wetter than anything I’ve watched in a long time.”

Now she was on her feet and walking toward him. Her nipples pressed through the gauze of her top.

“What nun talks of sex like this? I’ve already told you that I would help you, you do not have to sell yourself to me–“

“I am not a nun. I don’t know what I have to do to convince you of that,” she said her eyes darkening. “Well, maybe I do know. Maybe if I fuck you crazy you’ll finally believe me.”

“Go back and read your book,” he said in hoarse voice.

“Don’t you want me? Or would you rather have toothless harem girls? You won’t even look at me, and I think I know why. You want me, but your honor won’t let you have a nun, well rest assured I’m not a nun and you can have me anyway you want me.”

Alexander visibly swallowed.

Reaching behind her neck, Caro undid the string that held the various swatches of fabric in place. She stood totally nude before him.

“Would you like to fuck me, Master?” she demanded huskily.

“This not a game, Sister. Stop while you are unharmed.”

“Keep fighting with your honor, until you realize that I am right and that you will give in to me,” she whispered. “You want to fuck me, Alexander. I know that you do…that’s why it takes so many harem girls to quell your appetite.”

“You know nothing of me,” he snapped.

Caro had successfully back him up against a wall. “Don’t I?”

She dipped her head and nipped at his chest. Her hot breath was against his skin and she could feel him getting hard against her stomach.

“Say you want me,” she demanded.

“Never!” he said clenching his fists at his sides.

She stood on her tip toes and rubbed her soaking wet pussy against his stiff cock, causing him to grit his teeth and close his eyes.

She ran her breasts down his length and knelt before him. Carefully unwrapping his cock from the silk robe like a gift at Christmas, she looked up at him with smiling eyes.

The first sensations of her lips to his cock, sent sparks through his system as he began to relax and finally he allowed himself to give in to the hot wetness of her mouth as she took the whole length of him inside it. She twirled her tongue around him and moved her head up and down his cock all the while nipping at his skin.

“Stop it,” he growled.

She laughed huskily and kept moving her head.

“I mean it,” he hissed.

But she continued to tongue his cock before she felt the familiar sensations of his precum.

In a violence, she would not have believe possible of him, he jerked her head off of his throbbing cock and brought her up to brutally ram his tongue down her throat.

He broke apart from her swiftly. “Whore!”

She laughed at him and jerked his head down to her lips again, pulling his hair as he ravaged her mouth. He picked her up, spreading her legs apart before slamming into her soaked pussy. He carried her while she clung to him as her body expanded to take his thick dick inside her. He threw her down on the bed, without redrawing from her, and with one rough hand he held her on the edge of the bed while he began to fuck her harder than she’d ever been fucked before.

“Yes!” she screamed as she tried to meet his thrusts but his death grip kept her from moving very much as he continued to drill inside her with a violence that was frightening. He’d never been his rough or harsh with the other girls, and Caro knew he was trying to drive the shame out of them both.

Caro didn’t get to enjoy his pummeling her for very long, because she had wanted this for so long that her climax came upon her causing her to shout and squirm until she felt his muscles lock up and his grunt
of satisfaction as he exploded inside her throbbing pussy.

There was so much of his cum that she began to leak on the sheet, and Alexander could just stare as he finished cumming and then withdrew still hard from her. He walked t
o the basin and refused to look at her, as if nothing had just happened, but Caro knew from the uneasiness of his breath that he was no affected.

“I hope you enjoyed that sister because it will never happen again,” he said through clenched teeth.

Caro only smiled. “Wanna bet?”