The Harem (3 page)

I shuffled things around a bit to spend this Friday night with him, even if some of the guys in my life got pissed at my end of the week inaccessibility. Whatever. They’ll get over it. Hey boys! Go to the drugstore this Friday and buy some Johnson’s Baby Lotion. Cream or oil, they’ll both do the trick. It’ll be like you’re having a party in your palm and I get the night off to have some fun with this new guy, J.

Now, the first thing you should know about me is I don’t usually go for men who are way older than me. It usually makes me sick to my stomach when some old fart with out of control nose hairs poking out from beneath his gross nostrils tries to hit on me. What are they thinking? Do they think they have the slightest chance with me, showing off their stinking billfolds? “Can I buy you a drink?” NO! Get your stinky breath out of my face and go home to your wife and show her some attention, you perverted, blue pill popping, saggy-assed, shriveled-balled, gray-skinned, prematurely ejaculating, small-dicked ED bastard!

If I got a little carried away there, I’m sorry. It’s just that old guys really make me sick. But with J, I thought, why not give it a chance, at least once. He did look around ten years older than me in his picture, but maybe older men are like fine wine. They need to age a bit to acquire that sublime flavor and get rid of the bitter taste of youth. And I’m considered an expert at how bitter some guys actually taste. So even though he’s older than me, he looked all muscled and hot so I figured, why not try it once. Why not? What have I got to lose? My virginity? I don’t think so.

He seemed to be chomping at the bit to try out this Harem idea of his. Every guy’s fantasy, right? You know, to be honest, the idea made me a little wet between the thighs as he talked to me about it at Starbucks, picturing myself as his love slave. It takes some balls to try to make an elaborate sexual fantasy like that become real, so I respected the guy right away. Anyway, it had to be better than the way I spent last Friday night when I had to hold my date’s head over the toilet in the men’s bathroom as the guy puked his guts out after a few too many with me at the bar. Disgusting. And the guy kept calling all week, wanting a mercy-fuck Friday night! Now do you see why the decision was rather easy for me? Puking guy or love slave fantasy. I went with the Sheik.

He told me the other girls were coming at 9, but asked me if I wouldn’t mind coming a little earlier to get things started, say at 8. Sure. We agreed to meet at 8, this Friday, at his home. He gave me his business card with his address and phone number on it.

Ewww. Fancy! I guess I’ve officially entered the adult world now. Christ! I guess I’ve finally grown up! A business card. Yikes.

On Friday night I pulled up at 7:45, like an eager beaver, forgive the pun. I had just come down off smoking a rock, to celebrate the Rockville Harem’s Grand Opening. It’s about time we had a Harem in the suburbs of DC, don’t you think?

I parked in front of the guy’s castle and rang the bell, admiring the intricate design of beveled glass inlayed into the front door. When I’m high, I just see things clearer, you know what I mean? Through the glass I saw the refracted image of a figure approaching. The door swung open and some kind of strange butler dude met me. I expected him to say, “You rang?” like that tall guy Lurch from The Addams Family show I used to watch reruns of when I was a kid.

“Good evening, Miss,” he said.

The guy looked a little freaky, like he was about to cut up my brains and do an autopsy for the advancement of science. The tall ghoulish manservant ushered me through this ostentatious marble foyer. I asked him for his name.

“Alfred Billingsley, Miss.”

“You mean you’re Alfred, the old guy that organizes the Bat Cave?” I joked.

He didn’t reply to my little quip, only to say that Master Jeremy was just stepping out of the shower and he would meet me “presently”. This guy J must be rolling in dough. Alfred escorted me to a lovely bedroom. He handed me a 2 page contract to sign, all about not being able to sue J. The only rule appeared to be I had to wear whatever costume he chose. Alfred directed my attention to a prettily wrapped gift box sitting on the bed and showed me the “facilities”. He asked me if I wanted to “bathe” and make myself more comfortable. I signed the contract without really reading it and Alfred snatched it out of my hands with his long bony fingers. He left and returned a moment later, handing me a copy of the contract. Not knowing where else to put it, I folded it up in my back pocket. If I ever get around to washing the black distressed jeans I was wearing, I can almost guarantee the stupid papers will go straight through the wash. Between school, studying and partying, who’s got time to check your pockets before throwing your clothes into the laundry? OK, so I’m not domesticated, I never claimed to be. Alfred cleared his throat, told me he would let “The Master” know I’d arrived. Like a zombie, Billingsley turned stiffly and left the room.

I imagined one of his arms falling off at his shoulder and dragging itself by its fingers on the floor out the door behind him. Boy, was I tripping! Maybe I needed another hit to stabilize. I felt on the outside of my pocket for my pipe and realized I’d left it out in my car. Shit!

I undressed, leaving my jeans and sweater on a chair and went into the “facilities” to take a long hot shower. Sweet. He had some nice expensive soaps, shampoos and conditioners in there so I made use of them. I found a razor and shaving cream on a shelf and did a little touch up down there, just in case. I got out, dried off and wrapped a large fluffy white towel around my waist. I found a small bottle of fragrant oil in the bathroom cabinet and put a few drops on my private parts. Why not get myself in the mood for the guy? Plus I kept imagining I could still smell last Friday’s puke on my body. Even though I’m a junkie, I still care about personal hygiene. I made myself smell good enough to eat. I’d do myself the way I smelled at that moment.

I was seriously about to lie down on the bed and get down to business, when the door opened. Jeremy filled the doorway like a block of stone, all 200 plus pounds of him, in a sexy black silk robe, his thick hair still wet from his shower. He was, of course, staring at my tits. For the occasion I dangled two hooped rings from my pierced nipples, to go with my tongue and ear piercings. No big deal, but the sight of them seemed to make J’s London Bridge go up, up, up.

“You like, J?”

He came close to me, leaned forward and gave me the sweetest kiss on the cheek. I’m not bullshitting you. J’s quite a charming man, actually. Then he got this crazy look in his eyes.

“Do I like? Jesus Christ, yes! I like. No, I love it Sapphire! One look at your pretty breasts, I’m hearing wedding bells chime. Seriously, I’m about to get down on one knee and propose to you right now, so help me God!”

Needless to say, that kind of freaked me out from the get-go.

“Wedding bells? Are you high? What the fuck are you talking about? Get a hold of yourself, man. What the hell’s wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry, but those nipple rings are so damn pretty. I’ve never seen nipple rings like—”

“It’s just a little piercing, J. And I like being single. Isn’t that what you said on the contract I signed, no emotional commitments?

“You’re right, Sapphire. You’re absolutely right. I don’t know what came over me. I hope I haven’t ruined things between us, before we even get started.”

What I didn’t reveal to J was… I was secretly flattered by the crazy guy. No one ever responded so passionately like that by just looking at my breasts. And it made me feel wet and warm between my thighs, the way he kept gawking at my nipple rings. So I said, “Just calm down and get your shit together J. You can get down on one knee in front of me right now if you want, but I don’t want to hear any marriage proposals, OK?”

I let the towel around my waist fall to the floor and his eyes gazed down at my most intimate spot. I was surprised to see how wet I was, standing naked in front of this stranger. The lips of my sex were like a dew-covered morning flower, unfurled and glistening with moisture, without being touched or stroked, which was very unusual for me. I held out my hand to him and he took it and knelt before me, reverently resting his freshly shaved cheek on my wet slit. I could hear him breathing in deeply through his nose and taking in my musky raw scent, like the guy had never been with a woman before and was relishing every second. He was too much, this guy. He had it going for him, my Sheik. He nuzzled me with his nose while his hands ventured up the skin of my torso, his pointed index fingers going through my nipple rings, his palms cupping the underside of my tits. His tongue went to work on my shaved pussy lips and he found the nub of my clit and sucked hard on it until my thighs quivered and trembled. I usually feel silly when I make noise during sex, like I’m shooting some low-budget porno film, but I couldn’t help it with J.

“Mmmm…right there, J…yeah… Mmmm…”

By this time my vagina was so wide you could throw a Super Bowl party in there. Suddenly, the guy lifted me off the ground and laid me gently down upon the bed. Well, well. I like a guy who takes the initiative. He tilted my pelvis up, spread my thighs apart and licked me over and over in the cleavage between my cheeks like an animal. I could feel the moist tip of his tongue exploring me back there and my tight back side opened for him too. After all the crazy sex I’ve had, no guy ever penetrated me with his tongue there. I know it sounds gross, but it made me squirm with pleasure, it really did. This slave girl thing isn’t too bad, really. But it was time to earn my keep. I untied the sash, slipped his robe off his shoulders and saw the guy’s hot body for the first time. What a specimen! His body was in terrific shape.

Awesome! I’d never seen anything like it, and I’ve been with a lot of physically fit guys. It looked like he had these thin living snakes, engorged with blood, tautly stretched under the skin of his entire body, winding up his arms and slithering over his shoulders, surging through his calves and up his legs and thighs, all the way to the bulbous tip of his enormous thick-veined, completely shaved penis. One look and I slipped right into my little slave girl character. It was the most fun I’ve had with a guy in a long time, ever really. I looked him in his eyes and cupped his warm balls in the palms of my hands. We whispered the sexy talk quietly into each other’s ears.

“My name is Sapphire, but you may call me slave girl. I am yours to command, My Lord. Whatever is it you wish of me, I will do. Please allow me to fulfill your deepest desires. My greatest wish is to pleasure you. What will you have me do for you, Master J? What is your deepest desire?”

“Take me deep into your throat, slave girl Sapphire. Lick me with your wet tongue like your very life depended on it. If you do well, I promise to keep you for myself and not give you over to my servants who all wish to have their way with you.”

“If you wish me to submit to your servants, Master J, I will do as you command. I will pleasure them all at once, with you watching, if this is what you wish of me.”

“It is an enticing thought, watching while you pleasure several men at once, but not tonight. I’m not quite in such a generous mood to share you this evening, my pretty and obedient treasure, the crown jewel of my Harem.”

“I was so happy when you bought me at the slave auction today, My Lord.”

“As I am, Sapphire. I paid a hefty price for you, but you are worth every gold coin I spent on you.”

“Oh, Master J, you are too kind to me…”

So after the silly pillow talk, I knelt on the floor beside the bed and went down on the guy, nice. I know I’m good at it. Or at least, so I’ve been told. I licked him over the tender underside of his soft testicles and up his shaft, sucking for a long time on his rim and taking him down deeply into my throat. My eyes started to water and tears fell down my cheeks, he was so huge. I sucked on him for so long and so deep; most guys would’ve shot their load directly down my throat within the first few minutes. But not Master J. It was difficult for me to get him off, the beast.

Finally, he picked me up again, along with his robe and the gift box and carried me naked out of the room.

“Come, slave…”

J carried me into a dark room. I heard the package hit the ground. He dimmed the lights and kicked the door shut. Before I could see where he had taken me, J slipped a blindfold over my eyes and carried me over to what felt like a cushioned wedge on the floor, placing my body over it. I felt and heard him shackle my ankles and wrists with handcuffs.

He pulled my arms out tightly, lifting up my torso off the wedge and I heard the clicking sound of metal attaching to metal. I was still very excited and felt his long thick penis slip easily into my vagina from behind. He must’ve put some kind of slick lubricating oil in his palms and he rubbed them all over my breasts, squeezing my tits roughly, pulling on my nipple rings and stimulating my swollen aureoles and nipples with his slippery fingertips. He pumped into me with abandon, his shaft moving swiftly in and out of my womb, over and over like the pistons of an engine. As he slammed into me, I felt a release coming from deep within my core. For the first time in my life the muscles of my thighs shook uncontrollably. I moaned and screamed out like a schoolgirl losing her virginity on prom night. He made me come so hard, J. Oh my God. Am I going to have to get tied up from now on to have an orgasm like that? And when was this guy going to finish? He kept driving himself into me, without mercy, until a strange bell sounded. I heard the zombie’s voice coming out of the wall.

“Excuse me, Master Jeremy, but your other guests are beginning to arrive.”

“Damn it,” J said, pulling out of me.

I didn’t mind, really. I already got my jollies. He released the shackles from my ankles and unchained my wrists, which were a little chafed from the metal. I rubbed them, and the discomfort went away.

I felt something profound with J, an earthquake, an explosion inside. Most guys do their little squirt and I feel little to nothing afterwards. But this guy rocked my body, good. He took the blindfold off and helped me to my feet.