The Harem by Paul Preston

binding my lower legs. I guess he no longer thought I was a flight risk. I wasn’t going anywhere now. This shrew was tamed.
    “Could you roll on your back for me please, Cynthia?”
    Jeremy seemed like a professional masseuse. He rubbed his fingertips in little circles on the sides of my temple and it was so relaxing. He kneaded the tight muscles on the back of my neck from behind, and then rubbed his almond oil over my breasts and down my abdomen. He massaged the tight muscles of my inner thighs and quads and back up to my inner thighs. I became aroused, as he came so close to but never quite touched my intimate spot. Suddenly, the jaguar attacked again, without warning. He spread my thighs apart and buried his lips and tongue in my sex. (Note to self. Keep yourself well-shaved for this guy.) I impulsively put my hands on the back of his head and pushed his mouth deeper in, his tongue lapping at me like a thirsty lion. He licked me along the folds of my labia, both the fleshy outer and inner folds. He licked up to the nub of my clitoris and sucked and sucked on it. My thighs trembled and I came hard, breathing deeply out and moaning in pleasure. My head was spinning.
    “I’m sorry, Cynthia. With you, I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to have to come inside you, right now.”
    Jeremy helped me sit up on the massage table. I watched him remove his robe and put a condom on. He stood before me with his huge erection like the statue of a Greek God. He spread my thighs apart, picked me up like I was a skinny cheerleader and carried me over to a chair. He sat me in his lap, spearing me as I straddled him. I think he liked my one and only asset, my boobs, since he rubbed his face against them as I bounced up and down on his cock. He started breathing heavily and I know I was taking him toward an ejaculation.
    “Cynthia?”
    “Yes?”
    “Spend the night with me. Everyone else is leaving, I think. Please stay with me tonight. Will you?”
    “I will, Jeremy. I’ll spend the night.”
    “Do you like being in my Harem, Cynthia?”
    Oh good. Dirty talk.
    “Yes, Jeremy.”
    “Call me Master Jeremy.”
    “Why, yes, Master Jeremy. I love being in your Harem.”
    “Since you were the first one to meet me, you will be the first and only one I will come inside of tonight. Would you like that?
    “I would, Master Jeremy. It makes me proud that I’m the one you chose.”
    “This time I will come inside you, but next time, perhaps later tonight, you will be required to make me come in other areas of your body. Will you allow me to take you later in other places, in other ways, slave Cynthia?
    “I will, My Lord. It will be my pleasure to give myself to you, Master Jeremy.”
    “But I won’t come until you do. Come for me now, slave Cynthia. I give you permission to come for me now…”
    The nasty talk set me off. I bounced up and down rapidly on his shaft, my breasts jiggling and rubbing against his face. I let go and screamed out, my hips trembling out of my control. With several powerful upward thrusts, Jeremy let go too, sucking hard on my nipples and squeezing my breasts tightly in his fists as he shot his semen over and over into me… So it wasn’t nipple ring girl or mousy girl or any of the other skanks waiting in line for their turn, it was the sad fat girl no one expected, that made Jeremy experience his first orgasm as Master of his Harem.
    Eventually we caught our breath. We stood up and Jeremy put his robe back on. He put the handcuffs, massage oil and lubricating gel back in my little black bag full of sex toys.
    “Are you ready to open your present?”
    I nodded. He brought my present over from the bed and I opened it. I pulled out a very pretty pink lingerie and put it on, admiring in the mirror how feminine it made me look. He stood behind me and took my breasts in my hands, fondling me over the sheer, ruffled silky material. I could feel his erection pressing into my backside.
    “You look very cute