[My last offering was a little too horrific for some, but I only embellish the tales. I do not make them up! (See the story of Jael in the Non-consensual Sex section if you dare.) With this one, I hope to please some who found offense in the latter tale. The Bible tells the story of the world's first MILF!]
Potiphar only cared about the food that went in his mouth. That was obvious to anyone who looked upon this rotund, Egyptian troll. But it was even more obvious to his wife, Zuleika. She was not only aware of his voracious appetite for food. She was all too cognizant of his total lack of appetite anything elseβincluding her.
That was not always the case. Three decades ago Zuleika was a priestess in the temple of Hathor, the Egyptian goddess of fertility. Barely out of her teens, Zulieka was a favorite of many who sought the goddess to bless their fields, herds, and families. After offering tribute money, a supplicant would disrobe and enter the priestess' chambers to perform a ritual of his choosing. Potiphar worshiped with Zulieka regularly.
Zulieka, naked save for the ceremonial horned headdress of the cow-goddess she served, would take all fours for Potiphar. A powerfully built man in those days, Potiphar enjoyed mounting the priestess from the rear. The thought of his stiff member thrusting between her swollen, slippery labia and her full breasts swaying in matching rhythm still aroused Zulieka. She felt her own hand reach up and pinch a nipple or wander down to madly stroke her clitoris as the pious Hathor worshiper pumped purposefully into her. She proudly held her horned head high, acting the part of a bovine beauty being ravaged by her brawny bull.
And what a gifted bull he was in those days! Not only was he well-endowed and strong, he had a stamina unmatched by any other petitioner who frequented the temple. Just as Potiphar felt her body tense with the coming spasm of her climax, he would withdraw and drive his fleshy spear deep into her anus, continuing to fuck her as he reached to pinch both hardened nipples roughly. This would almost always drive Zulieka over the edge She arched her back, feeling waves of passion course through her young, oft-used body.
As her climax ebbed, Potiphar was usually reaching his. At the last moment he would pull out of her tight hole and kneel before her as she took his member directly from her ass into her mouth. Zulieka savored every drop of the hot fluid mixed with the tang and musk from both of her spent orifices. She would milk every drop from him, sucking him strongly and licking his shaft from tip to base, nibbling gently on his balls.
Hathor worship turned into infatuation for Potiphar, who after months of paying tribute to the cow-goddess, took the temple prostitute as his wife. People talked, to be sure. But they spoke only in the softest whispers. Potiphar even then was well-connected with the Pharaoh and was a wealthy man in his own right. Zulieka was commonly known as the "noble whore," but no one dared utter that name where they might be overheard. Pharaoh's dungeon was filled with those guilty of far milder slander.