The Harem (8 page)

He led me down a long corridor and into a lovely bedroom. There was a four poster bed in the center of the room with a wrapped present sitting on it and a massage table set up nearby. We sat down together in front of a vanity table mirror. Jeremy stared at me as I twisted my fingers together and pressed them into my lap.

“It’s good to see you, Cynthia. I’m so glad you showed up tonight. You’re welcome here anytime, day or night. I’d like your cell phone number so we can talk, maybe see each other privately during the week. Call me or text me your number. I slipped my personal cell number into the back pocket of those sexy jeans of yours a minute ago. Did you notice?”

“I didn’t feel it through all the layers of flab on my ass…”

I know it sounds terrible but I talk about myself like that sometimes, especially when I’m nervous. Why not just get it out in the open what everyone else is thinking? Making a joke about it defuses the tension, I figure.

Jeremy reacted in a nice way. He stood up, ignoring my self-deprecating remark, and stood behind my chair. Looking deeply into my eyes in the reflection of the mirror, he brushed strands of hair around my ears and placed his large warm hands around my throat.

“You have the prettiest eyes, Cynthia.”

“That’s kind of you to say, Jeremy. How long have you been a chubby chaser?”

Jeremy responded by unbuttoning my white shirt down to my naval. He opened the collar slightly, revealing my cleavage. With his fingertips, he stroked very lightly down my breasts and under the elastic of my bra.

“You have such nice creamy, white skin, Cynthia, and such full breasts…”

I couldn’t stop myself.

“You mean full like the teats of huge fucking cow?”

Jeremy’s hands drifted up to the back of my neck and he kneaded my tight shoulder muscles. It felt heavenly. Why couldn’t I stop my mouth? I was ruining it.

“Would you like that massage now, Cynthia?”

I quickly buttoned up my shirt and stood up to leave.

“Listen, Jeremy, you really are a very charming man and I know you’d like to find partners to play along with your sexy games and I’m very flattered you invited me here but seriously, why are you wasting your time on me? By now I’m sure you have more attractive and slender women, like Evelyn, waiting for you, with their contracts signed, all ready to go. Shall we call it a night?”

“Have I done something to make you nervous or uncomfortable, Cynthia?”

“No, not at all. You’ve been fine, Jeremy. It’s just me. I’m just a little cranky and hungry I guess. There’s a Burger King over on Shady Grove Road calling out my name.”

As I spoke, Jeremy ignored me. He dimmed the lights, lit a candle and put on some soothing music, sounds recorded in a rainforest. I heard exotic birds chirping, rainfall dropping through trees, leaves rustling. He took my hand and attempted to lead me over to the massage table. But when I want to be, I’m an immovable object, no matter how big or strong you are. I took my hand back from his grasp.

“Thank you, Jeremy. I’m not in the mood for a massage.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mean to boast, but I’m fairly good at it.”

“I have no doubt about that. But I’m… uncomfortable showing my body to another person.”

“Why?”

“It’s disgusting. To quote Flaccid Bastard, I’m a fat piece of shit…”

A fiery look came into Jeremy’s eyes. His hands closed into fists.

“I told you, fuck him. I wish I could have him alone in a room for five minutes. He’d apologize to you, Cynthia, through chipped teeth.”

“That would be very chivalrous of you, but let’s face it. He was right. I am a fat piece of—”

That was the moment he pounced, like a jaguar in the Serengeti, on his unsuspecting prey. Before I could say “shit”, his tongue was half way down my throat. He pressed his large frame against me and I was surprised to see he was already rock-hard down there. He kissed me roughly, almost violently, sucking and nibbling on my lips, neck and earlobes. He had my shirt unbuttoned and my bra falling off my shoulders before I could even react. I’ll have to say, I didn’t expect the attack at that moment. He’s good. When he brazenly grabbed the waist band of my jeans and snapped it open, I gave him a firm push away and managed to escape from his clutches briefly. I quickly kneeled down, my breasts swaying toward the floor like overripe melons, and picked up my shirt and bra, while watching my tiger out of the corner of my eye. He opened a drawer and pulled out a little black bag and zipped it open. While he was fooling with the bag, I figured I had my best chance to escape. I ran across the room, clutching my clothes to my bobbing breasts. But by the time I reached for the doorknob, I suddenly felt him grab my wrists and pull them behind my ass. My shirt and bra dropped to the floor and I heard the click of metal upon metal. While thinking to myself, “Did he just handcuff me?” he reached around in one swift motion and pulled my jeans and panties to my ankles.

“What are you doing?” I finally managed to say.

“I’m sorry, Cynthia, I want to give you a massage and you’ve given me no other choice.”

He picked me up with ease, carried me across the room and deposited me face down on the massage table. I tried to wiggle and squirm, but he instantly wrapped some kind of long silky rope tightly around my legs and under the table, immobilizing me. I felt him remove my panties, stockings and shoes. Once I realized I could not get any more naked and I could no longer move, the massage became inevitable. Though I calmed down, breathing deeply in and out, my heart was still pounding in my chest. Once I was breathing normally, I heard the sound of oil being squeezed out of a tube and smelled an almond scent. He started with my neck and shoulders, finding all the knots where I hold my tension, and pressed into the spots with his thumbs until the knots released. He went up and down my spine, worked on the tightness in the small of my back and massaged over the back of my arms, slowly squeezing down them until he got to my wrists. I heard the cuffs click open and he positioned my arms at my sides. He squeezed the tension completely out of the tips of each one of my fingers. I listened to the sounds of the rainforest and finally relaxed. It was magnificent.

“Feeling OK, Cynthia?”

“Mmmm,” I moaned, unable to form words.

“Tell me about yourself, Cynthia. Where do you work?”

I was so relaxed I could hardly speak.

“High school English teacher, at Richard Montgomery, reading “Old Man and the…”

I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“I love that book. Richard Montgomery, huh? I went to Rockville High, played linebacker, you guys always seemed to beat us every year.”

“Yeah, we have a good football…”

He moved down to my ass, sliding his slick fingers through the cleavage of my cheeks, spreading them apart and rubbing his palm over my most private spot. I breathed out and relaxed for him there. He rubbed down the tight muscles on the back of my thighs and calves, squeezing the tension out of my ankles, feet and toes. Jeremy untied the ropes 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 in this, Cynthia. I knew you would when I picked it out for you.”

“It’s very lovely. Thank you, Master Jeremy.”

“I look at you and I just want to tie you to this bed and keep you captive here forever. Would you like me to keep you tied up in this room to have my way with you whenever I want, Harem girl?”

When I heard his words, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I looked down, my fingers trembling slightly.

“Look me in the eyes when you address me, slave girl.”

I looked up directly into his piercing eyes.

“Yes, Master Jeremy…”

Oh my God, I thought. It’s not a game. I am his slave girl. For real. I looked at him, not as Cynthia, the recently dumped overweight English teacher, but as his alluring, sexually attractive Harem girl, with no body image issues whatsoever.

“I want nothing more than to be kept in your bed as your obedient slave, Master…”

“Good. Later tonight, I promise to tie you up a little tighter, when we have more time. I like your cute sexy body, Cynthia and I might decide to keep you tied up to my bed all weekend and never let you go. I don’t think you yet realized how dangerously sexy you are, and the power you could wield over a man… Come, slave.”

He escorted me to a living room area and placed me on a couch, where I’m currently writing this journal entry. He told me to drink a full glass of cold water to prevent dehydration, which I did. He kissed me and left the room.

So that’s how I became a Harem girl. I could feel my identity shift as I willingly took on the role and identity of this other person I had inside me, a sex slave in the Harem of Master Jeremy.

Now you may still think I’m just a pitiful fat deluded cow with a personality disorder, but I don’t care. What just happened with Master Jeremy was by far the hottest sexual moment of my life. He made love to me when I was at my heaviest and looked my worst, when I thought I’d never have sex ever again.

It’s funny. Even though I’ve practically eaten nothing all day, I’m not hungry at all right now. It’s amazing. For the first time in my life, I’m not having these irresistible cravings for food. My food addiction has been replaced by another addiction. Later tonight, if it is his will, a Harem girl named slave Cynthia will be commanded to kneel before Master Jeremy and swallow him. Whole…

Chapter Seven

Jeremy

It was the sexiest night of my life.

Rather than being fixated on one woman, constantly worrying if she’s becoming bored with me, if she still loves me, if she’s still sexually attracted to me, I now am in love with three women at once and feel… empowered. I’ve brought each woman to a moaning orgasm twice in three separate sessions. You do the math. Why didn’t I think of this Harem idea a long time ago? If I did, perhaps I never would’ve had the displeasure of seeing my lovely ex-wife Debbie being speared for the advancement of art. Well, live and learn. Perhaps now I can start to let go of the collapse of my marriage to Debbie.

OMG. Sapphire and her nipple rings, Eve and her open-crotched panties, Cynthia and her lively bouncing breasts. I realize how lucky I am. After I dropped off Evelyn and right before I was about to leave the living room to meet a potential new member who had just arrived, I saw for the first time the core group of my Harem gathered together. Both Sapphire and Cynthia looked up at me and smiled, busy writing in their journals. Sweet, spiritual Eve noticed she had forgotten to cover her breasts and demurely put her shoulder straps and top back on. I wish I could’ve stayed to admire my three goddesses longer, but duty called.