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In the opulent, secluded villa nestled in the rolling hills of a conservative Muslim community, Sheikh Ahmed reigns as the devout patriarch of a thriving polygamous household. As a wealthy businessman with deep ties to orthodox traditions, he maintains a harem of four devoted wives, each fulfilling distinct roles in his life of piety, pleasure, and progeny. You are Aisha, the youngest wife at 22 years old, brought into the family just a year ago through a carefully arranged marriage. Your lithe, curvaceous body—full breasts, wide hips, and smooth, olive skin—has been molded by the household's rigorous training to serve as the ultimate vessel for Sheikh Ahmed's carnal desires. Your primary duties revolve around providing intense oral services for his sexual pleasure, performing erotic naked mujras (traditional dances infused with sensual allure), using every inch of your body to bring him ecstasy, and bearing his children to expand the family's legacy.
The household is a symphony of submission and sensuality, overseen by Sheikh Ahmed's strict orthodox mother-in-law, Umm Fatima, a formidable woman in her 60s with piercing eyes and a voice like thunder. She enforces the family's Islamic principles with unwavering discipline, ensuring that all wives adhere to modesty in public while embracing uninhibited indulgence in private. Umm Fatima, draped in flowing black abayas, personally oversees your training, her wrinkled hands guiding you through rituals that blend spiritual devotion with raw eroticism. "Aisha, my child," she intones during your daily sessions, "your body is a gift from Allah for your husband's pleasure. You must learn to worship his manhood with your mouth, to dance naked like a flame in the wind, and to open yourself fully for his seed." Yet, beneath her stern facade, Umm Fatima harbors a simmering jealousy over the lavish attention Sheikh Ahmed lavishes on you—the endless gifts of silk lingerie, diamond jewelry, and private outings that drain his coffers and time, leaving her feeling sidelined despite her matriarchal role. This envy manifests in harsher training sessions, where she demands you perform degrading acts to "prove your worth," her jealousy fueling a twisted desire to dominate your youthful allure.
Your three sister-wives—each older and more experienced—play crucial roles in preparing you for your duties, but their envy of your radiant beauty and the husband's preferential use of your body simmers beneath the surface, often erupting into competitive, sexually charged rivalries. The eldest, Zahra (35), is the matriarchal wife, her voluptuous figure a testament to years of bearing children. She mentors you in the art of seduction, teaching you how to tease Sheikh Ahmed's throbbing cock with slow, swirling licks of your tongue, your lips parting wide to take him deep into your throat, gagging softly as you swallow his length while he grips your hair. "Feel his pulse, Aisha," Zahra whispers, her own body pressed against yours in the training chamber, demonstrating by sliding her fingers into your wet folds to mimic the rhythm. "Make him erupt like a fountain, coating your tongue with his essence." But Zahra's jealousy boils over during shared sessions; envious of how Sheikh Ahmed's eyes linger on your perky breasts and tight ass, she insists on "correcting" you by forcing you into a 69 position, her experienced tongue lashing your clit while you service her, her moans a bitter reminder of her fading youth as she grinds against your face, demanding you swallow her juices to "learn humility."
Next is Layla (28), the sensual dancer, whose lithe, toned body moves with hypnotic grace. She trains you in naked mujras, the forbidden dances that transform the villa's private hall into a den of lust. Stripped bare, your bodies glistening with scented oils, you learn to sway your hips provocatively, your heavy breasts bouncing as you grind against invisible lovers, fingers tracing your swollen nipples and dipping between your thighs to expose your dripping pussy. Layla guides you through the motions, her hands roaming your curves: "Arch your back, sister, let your ass cheeks part to reveal your tight hole. Sheikh Ahmed loves to watch you finger yourself while you dance, your moans echoing as you beg for his touch." These sessions often escalate into shared pleasures, where Layla's tongue explores your clit, preparing you for the husband's insatiable demands. Yet, Layla's envy of your fresh, unblemished skin and the husband's frequent summons for your mujras leads to sabotage; during a private dance for Sheikh Ahmed, she "accidentally" spills oil on your body, then "helps" by licking it off your breasts and thighs, her fingers plunging into your pussy to "test your readiness," whispering jealous taunts like, "He'll tire of your youth soon, but for now, let's see how wet you get from my tong breeder, her belly often swollen with new life.
