Author's Note
Part 2 of this story of Alan, Monica, and their harem. This part will introduce the basis of how it all formed. All persons are 18 or older.
ONE MONTH LATER
A month into our relationship and things couldn't have been going better! Monica had all but moved into my place, it being the larger of the two apartments. While some guys might be put off by it or think that this indicated that everything was moving too fast, I was only too happy to have her there. Coming home to a beautiful sex goddess has its advantages.
For one, she was always naked. I mean always. Whenever she got home, she immediately stripped down, having no shame about her body and did everything in the nude. Even when she cooked, she'd only have an apron on, so as not to burn herself.
I also discovered that she wasn't lying about the sex toys and the porn. Her collection of toys made it seem like she'd raided out an 'Adam & Eve' outlet. Within weeks, they were all around my condo. We'd be watching a movie, not even a porn movie, and she'd start playing and teasing with a vibrator or dildo. Within ten minutes, we'd be going at it.
I also discovered her love of anal. She seemed to relish me taking her in the ass. It was a first for me, but within a few weeks, she'd made me if not an expert, then a very advanced student. She had an array of butt plugs that she would wear whenever we went out or even if she was just going to work. I later learned that she'd worn them on our first two dates as well.
Monica was also very attentive. Anytime I was even remotely horny, she would pounce on me. She also saw to some of my grooming needs. She made a habit of carefully shaving my privates, ensuring that I would be as hairless down there as she was. She also tried to make sure the rest of me was clean too, us often taking showers together. She'd even clean my asshole as she loved giving me rim jobs.
All this would certainly be enough to put her on the Mt. Rushmore of girlfriends obviously, but it wasn't all sex. We also talked and laughed and played games. She seemed to perfectly at ease with me and it didn't take me long to feel the same toward her.
Throughout all of this, she would still bring up what she'd told me the first night we'd had sex. The harem that she wanted to build. A day didn't go by where she wouldn't make some reference to it, one way or the other. She'd ask me about preferences, desires, ethnicities, everything. I played along, just to see what she'd say.
She kept saying she wanted to include as varied array of women as possible. All shapes and sizes. She was clear that she was a boob girl, and nothing less than a C-cup should be allowed. I'd nod my head and play into it, thinking it was just a fantasy game we were playing.
At least, I did at first.
A little after a month after our first time together, we went out to a bar for a drink or two. Looking back on it we probably looked like two love birds, probably nauseating half the bar.
Well, almost everyone.
I'd noticed that there was a woman watching us and smiling. She was very pretty and kept watching us while sipping her drink. Monica eventually caught on that I was looking at something.
"It's nothing," I told her when she inquired, "the woman at the bar keeps looking at us."
Monica turned and looked at the woman, slyly. Once she got sight of her, she turned back to me.
"Oooh, she is hot," Monica said only loud enough so I could hear. This wasn't unusual for her either, often commenting on the physical attributes of women we encountered. She looked down and saw we needed another round. "I'll get this one," she said, taking both our glasses off the table, up to the bar.
I checked some things on my phone for a few minutes, when I noticed Monica hadn't returned yet. I looked up and found she was now deep in conversation with the girl that had been looking at us. Soon they looked over and saw that I was now paying attention to them, and Monica came back, the other girl coming close behind.
"Alan, this is Talia," Monica said in introduction.
"Hi, nice to meet you," I said extending my hand and getting up from my seat.
"You as well," she said with somewhat of a foreign accent, but good English. Made me come to a conclusion and I took a guess.
"Israeli?" I asked Talia. Both her and Monica looked impressed with me and smiled.
"Yes!" she said, pleased that I'd guessed right. "How did you know?"
"Shrewd guess," I told her explaining her Mediterranean looks, comfort with English and what not. She smiled as she joined us at our table. From far away, she was very attractive. Up close, this girl was an absolute knock out. Easily D-cup breasts, long flowing hair, and tight body. I wouldn't say that she was hotter than Monica, but I wouldn't have wanted to live off the difference.
Talia told us a little of her backstory, having been born in the States and moving to Israel at a young age. She worked in finance and had recently gotten work as an executive for a major bank. Apparently, she'd fallen in love with Raleigh and a simple city life, so she moved here, doing most of her job online.
We all talked for a while, Monica telling Talia all about how we met and what we did. Talia seemed very friendly and nice, asking questions about us and our work the whole time. I eventually excused myself to the rest room, the drinks now hitting my system. When I returned, I noticed the girls still talking, their hands now on top of each other. If I didn't know better, I'd have said they were flirting. As I got closer, I realized they were whispering, smiles on both their faces. They stopped when I returned to the table.
"Alan, you have the nicest girlfriend," Talia noted with praise.
"I certainly think so," I said smiling at Monica.
"Talia said she doesn't know many people in the area, so I told her we'd help out with that," Monica explained.
"Of course!" I said, always eager to make a new friend.
"That's so wonderful of you both," Talia said flashing us both a smile. "I have to leave so I can be ready for a trip tomorrow, but I'm so glad I met you both."
"Have a safe trip!" Monica said. "You have my information, right?" Monica asked with a hint of a grin.
"Absolutely!" Talia replied, "I'll text you."
With that she left the bar and I felt happy that we'd made a new friend, potentially.
One Week Later
I received a text at work from Monica saying that she'd been texting with Talia throughout the week and that she'd gotten back safe. Monica said that she'd invited Talia to my/our place that night for some drinks and maybe dinner.
I replied to her thinking that she better make sure to clean up before she got there, reminding her I'd be a bit late due to a meeting that had been pushed back. Monica said that she'd get home and clean up the toys and porn before Talia got there and they'd have a drink waiting for me.
I got out of the meeting finally and headed back home, about a half hour later then I'd imagined. I told Monica over text I was on my way, and she told me Talia was there and they'd be waiting. I asked if I needed to pick anything up and Monica replied, '
just you ;)
'.
I got home and opened the door, hearing giggling from the living room.
"I'm home," I told anyone who cared to know.
"In here," I heard Monica said from the living room. I put by bag down by the door like I normally do and walked into the living room.
"How's it goi..." was all I was able to get out. On the couch were Monica and Talia. They were completely naked and making out with each other, their hands exploring each other's bodies. For about 30 seconds, all I could do was watch, confused and aroused all at once. Then Monica broke the kiss, looking up at me and smiling.
"Hey, baby," she said almost innocently. "I wanted to make our guest
really
comfortable. I figured you wouldn't mind."
"Oh, yes," Talia said smiling, "Monica has made me very comfortable. Can we make you comfortable?"
This was like something out of Penthouse. Monica got off the couch, wrapped her arms around me, and put her lips to mine. Despite just a minute ago being wrapped around Talia, Monica was now acting as if I was the entire world for her. I lost all other thought for a second with this woman in my arms. Then I was made aware of reality again.
I felt Talia pulling at my feet, trying to get me to lift my leg up to take my shoes off. I absent-mindedly obliged her, lifting my feet one at a time while she removed my shoes and socks. Monica started working to get my shirt off, taking each button one at a time. Once it was unbuttoned, Talia got up and slid it off me, kissing my shoulders as she did. Monica pulled my undershirt off, trying to do it as quickly as possible so her lips could return to mine.
Talia then got to work unbuckling my belt, getting my pants and underwear off in one pull. This woman that I'd only met a week before now had a full view of my penis. Without even a word, she started taking it into her mouth. She definitely had a talented tongue, maybe even better then Monica's. Monica for her part broke off the kiss, got around behind me, and looked down at the tongue bath my genitals were getting.
"Isn't her tongue amazing?" Monica whispered into my ear. "Before you got home, I managed to get a sample." I turned and looked at her while she was smiling.
Talia was either oblivious to all this or didn't care as she continued to show love to my penis, cradling my balls like they were ornaments. Monica soon decided to join her, getting on her knees as they passed my dick back and forth between them. They also made sure to kiss each other in the process.
It's hard to be standing in front of two women on their knees in front of you, pleasuring you orally, and not feel a sense of power. Their tongues wrapping around each other and my dick all at once would give anyone that feeling of power. The girls seemed to be getting off on it as both had fingers in themselves.
Soon they detached from my dick, looked at each other, looked up at me and smiled.
"I think it's time you properly meet my new best friend," Monica said to Talia, wiggling my cock around.
"What a good idea!" Talia retorted getting onto the couch and spreading her legs. Monica led me over to her, holding onto my cock to guide me.
"Go ahead, baby," Monica told me, with Talia quickly nodding her head yes.
"Shouldn't I have protection?" I replied. Both girls giggled.
"You were right," Talia said grinning, "he's so respectful."
