The Three Tiffanys – Episode 5

In 1924, three Western women find their way into the harem and heart of the Sultan of Rakal Al Sulem. The three Tiffanys each have their own reasons to stay, but more importantly they all have reasons to work together for the betterment of the sultanate. This is their story.

Episode 1

The Three Tiffanys - Episode 5

“I screwed up, Farouz.” Tiffany Noore crawled into her sultan’s shoulder, hiding her tears.
Farouz kissed the top of her head. “I’m sure you did what you could, my love.”
“No!” J. told him how she organized the tribunal, and how nothing worked and no one told them anything.

“The other Tiffanys hate me now… Tiffany T. walked away and W only huffed during the interviews. I botched the investigation, my sultan. I’m so sorry.”
Farouz didn’t know how to deal with this lovely crying woman, so he just hugged her closer. How should the three proceed now?

In the dark, Farouz heard another woman tiptoe towards his bed. She hid her head into his other shoulder.
“Oh, my sultan, I think we failed you in the investigation.” It was Tiffany Takei. “And I am angry with J. She chose a bad methodology for the interviews.”

“Did you discuss the method with her?”
“No.” Tiffany T didn’t want to cry. “I should have. Now she hates me.”
“No, I don’t, T!”
Tiffany T gasped. She should have checked if the sultan was alone.
“Neither do I,” a new voice said. Farouz saw Tiffany W’s silhouette in the door.

Her face lit up with the match she struck. She walked to the bed and lit the candles there. The first thing she noticed was her namesake’s red eyes. An uncomfortable silence lingered in the room.
“Maybe we should just have sex and make up?” Farouz suggested.
T pushed him away.

“It’s not fair to Ailyah if we can’t solve her death,” J decided. “You don’t just walk into the sultan’s harem, and it’s not easy to strangle someone. You look them in the face and you need strong hands.”
“The killer could have some rope marks on their hands as well,” T wondered.

“We need to start with the men and women with the biggest hands.” J was excited now. Since it was there, she took hold of Farouz’s cock. It didn’t need a lot of encouragement to stand up straight.
“You were right as always, o my sultan.” W kissed his tip with a hint of tongue.

J and T kissed his length as if they were kissing each other. Farouz let out a soft sigh at the six lips on him. W crawled onto his face and wiggled her hips.
The sultan inhaled the scent of W’s rose water. Then he tasted her saltiness. His tongue zeroed in on her hooded nub.

T slid onto Farouz’s cock. She got rid of her top, revealing her perky tits. J found one of her nipples and nibbled. When she was younger, she teeheed when she first heard about ‘nibbling nipples’ aliterating. Now, she knew just wat Tiffany T liked: just a bit of biting.

Tiffany W contorted to find J’s pussy with her tongue. Then she munched on her clit. Now that they had a new focus for the case they could celebrate. The night was filled with moans and sighs. It ended with a sultan favorite: shooting onto the faces of his three beautiful wives.

Hope you enjoyed Episode 5.

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