It took Jasmine a few seconds to get her wits about her at the sight of girl’s mother. All the fat on her did nothing for Jasmine except for those huge, jiggly tits that made her mouth water. She had seen some interesting pairs, but these huge nearly F-cup titties were the only ones she’d ever witnessed that were so big yet didn’t sag. Jasmine had to wonder how firm the massive mounds would be in her hands before shaking her head out of the fantasy. She was a quest her and couldn’t stand around lewdly looking at every set of tits she came across. It was unlady like.

“I’m sorry, it’s my boyfriend,” Jasmine said, her voice losing all emotion at the last word. Was Aladdin even her boyfriend because it felt more like she was his slave recently?

Jasmine looked away, and Ursula quickly moved beside the troubled girl and slung a big, flabby arm around her shoulder. “It’s alright deary, you can tell me anything. I only want to help.”

Ariel suppressed a giggle as she watched her mistress work her stuff. This was what she did, convince her victims that she cared and only wanted the best for them and then took what she wanted. They had done it to lure in so many men and women that were lost and scared. The very house they were staying in belonged to a young man who had inherited it after his parents died. Ursula had found him, scared and alone with no one in the world. She had earned his trust in minutes, been in his bed in hours and been digesting him by the days end. Ariel loved to see her mistress play with her victims, but Ariel hopped that this one lasted longer then most.

Jasmine was again distracted, this time she could feel Ursula’s breasts push into the side of her arm and the sensation was wonderful. Soft, jiggly flesh grinding into her arm was so nice and it made Jasmine turn red. Fighting down her lust, Jasmine let lose confused by her hormones and frustration, letting all her secrets out for this stranger to know.

“My boyfriend…..no…. My master is now the Sultan of Agrabah. I’m still the princess, but he has all the power. As the master of the city, he is entitled to many things, including a harem. The old Sultan, my father, decided against having a harem, only marrying my mother. Aladdin doesn’t feel the same way.”

“So you’re angry because the man you love is making a harem?” Ursula surmised. Jasmine didn’t reply. Biting her lip, she looked away, not sure how to explain it without making herself seem… unclean.

In truth, having a bunch of sexy girl’s running around didn’t bother Jasmine one bit. She liked the sight of female flesh just as much as men, especially those big, succulent breasts. Jasmine loved sex, it was one of the reasons she had fallen for Aladdin. The boy could do all kinds o unspeakable dirty things to her that she had only dreamed of. Before meeting Aladdin, Jasmine hadn’t even known you could take it up the ass. Having the girl’s around wasn’t the problem, it was Aladdin’s behavior. He had been sweet and kind to her because she could give him two things, sex and power. He still cared about her, but it was mostly because of the thrill he got from slamming a princess. Most of the time he was with his Harem, screwing them three ways from Sunday and forcing her to stay in her room. Jasmine wasn’t even allowed to touch the harem girls because Aladdin didn’t think women touching each other was natural. Earlier today, she had groped a huge cheasted blond harem girl, Aladdin had tied her up and forced her to watch him slowly make his way through every girl he had collected. It hadn’t been torture, but it left Jasmine horny and frustrated. That’s why she was in the marketplace, trying to alleviate her frustration. Instead she had found these exotic strangers who only riled her hormones up further.

“Yep, the harem’s the problem,” Jasmine was quick to say which Ursula didn’t buy. She could practically smell the arousal on the girl. The hot girl’s weren’t the problem, it was the lack of attention. Jasmine needed a good fucking and Ursula could give that and more.