The Sultan Sari and I being his favorites, we went with the Sultan everywhere; with him, we got to see the insides of kingdoms from here to Egypt, each one more fantastic than the next.
But it wasn't until we were back in our native land that the events occurred which I am about to detail, and which were the beginning of the fate which you see me in now.
I saw her eyes close in pleasure, though I found it difficult to believe that she was actually taking the same joy from this as she could from a man.
I had always known stallions were randy beasts, and so was unsurprised when I saw movement between his rear legs.
They were all, without a doubt, some of the prettiest women in the kingdom."How should we begin, your majesty?
" she asked."Whichever way you choose," he said magnanimously.
The girl walked to the horse, and as she led it into the center of the hall, two slaves were setting up a large, wooden table there, its top and rim padded, as if for someone to lay atop of.
I still had no idea what sort of perversions I was about to witness.
I couldn't even begin to fathom what was about to occur."Commence," the Sultan said, and one of the women bowed.
"Most certainly,""Very good," he clapped his hands, and several women filed in, leading many male slaves.
They were followed in by more slaves carrying a huge, square box which was maybe twenty feet across, the whole thing covered with a thick curtain all the way around so its contents couldn't be seen.
She now wore only her loincloth, her flesh now exposed to our view.
Lifting her arms for him, the stallion began snuffling at her naked breasts, their nipples becoming tipped with desire as his huge, leathery snout brushed back and forth across her nipples, lingering in the space between them, and then delving into her armpits, his nostrils quivering with obvious interest.