All characters in this story are over 18.
Paradise Obtained Chapter 13: Meeting Svetlana
Tasha, Megan and I were on the flat roof of my house on the small Caribbean islet of Woody Cay, relaxing on sun loungers, each of us with a Mojito to hand. It had turned out that amongst Tasha's talents was the making of cocktails. She had insisted that the minty drink was the perfect one for a warm afternoon and, despite it being February, it was indeed pleasant weather on this island.
Georgia and Delilah were downstairs, busy with preparations. My plan to see if Nicoleta's feelings about Delilah would subside given time had had no effect. She was as besotted as ever, and all the long distance texting and zoom calls that had been going on between the two seemed to have at least partly won Delilah round.
Given that the latter was involved, it is no surprise that a high proportion of their communication was sexually explicit to the point of being downright pornographic and perhaps that was what had moved Delilah's feelings, but whatever the reason she had asked if she could see Niki soon. I felt it seemed much fairer to invite the Romanian girl to spend some time in the sunny Caribbean rather than dispatch Delilah to a cold castle in the Carpathian winter, so I had arranged for Niki to fly out -- hence the eagerness to prepare for her arrival.
And it was not only Delilah who was keen. Megan and Tasha both expressed how much they were looking forward to meeting another of their harem sisters in person. As we lay on the sun loungers sipping our white rum, lime and soda, I think it was this fact that prompted me to ask what they made of their new lives so far.
"Megan, Tasha, what do you think now you know the truth; that I chose you for my harem and made you mine? Meg, you fought me all the way at the start. Tash, you fancied the lifestyle, but were dubious about the harem aspect. What do you think now?"
The two girls glanced at each other and grinned, working out who would answer first. My mind went back to our evening orgy the night before. The redheaded and ebony beauties had been part of a hot lesbian threesome with my blonde PA, Georgia, which I had enjoyed watching while I fucked Delilah. They had looked pretty happy then, so I was reasonably confident of the answer I would get.
Tasha was the first to respond, "Ok, don't milk it, Matt. I admit without your influence I would never have tried sex with other girls, so I have a lot to thank you for. I think now even if you freed me completely, I wouldn't stop. It just feels too good. As for the rest..." here Tasha waved a hand round at the luxurious surroundings, "well let's just say its living up to my expectations." She grinned impishly and added, "Although I'm still waiting for you to show me the world..."
I grinned back, "Good girls get treats. So if you are a good girl..."
The ebony girl gave me a smouldering look, "Oh I can be very, very good.... Master," she purred, knowing perfectly well what that did to me.
I coughed slightly. Both the girls were wearing bikinis and there were a lot of wonderful curves and smooth skin on display. Too much more of this sort of talk and I would forget about what I wanted to ask and we would end up rutting like rabbits on heat. But I still wanted to hear what Megan had to say. I glanced at the American and she picked up on the cue.
Megan exaggeratedly stroked her chin and looked thoughtful. "Well... objectively... and from a moral point of view... you are clearly a total misogynistic bastard, who steals the free will of women for his own selfish pleasure and should be banged up in prison and the key thrown away."
I stirred uncomfortably. She had not said it with any rancour, and was presumably just winding me up, but I had a horrible feeling she was speaking the truth and I didn't enjoy hearing it.
"So," Megan continued, "it is clearly up to us girls to civilise you and ensure you behave. Which is a good reason to make sure there are plenty of us, I guess."
I couldn't deny that this was a novel rationalisation of the situation which had not occurred to me before, mainly because it didn't make much sense. But then I doubted that she meant it literally. I was discovering that Megan had a sharp edged sense of humour and I was never quite sure whether she was being serious or teasing me. I suspected the latter now.
"And," she added, "you have let me explore my secret bi-fantasies and -- wow --that has been amazing. I wonder if I would ever have had the courage on my own? That alone makes this worthwhile -- provided of course that you stick to your promises and let us fulfil our potential. Otherwise you might want to remember you are outnumbered eight to one."
I wasn't worried about the implied threat. None of my girls could harm me in any way even if they wanted to; their programming would not have permitted it. But there was part of me -- and it was a growing part -- that wanted not just their acceptance of the situation, but for them to be happy and content. So I pressed the point.
"I hear what you say Meg and I promise I will do my best for you all. But what about my question? Do you understand what I did and how do you feel about the result?"
Megan got off her lounger and climbed onto mine, the wooden frame creaking as it look the extra weight. I was acutely aware of her scantily clad body pressing against me from toes to chest. She moved her face close to mine. I smelt the minty freshness of the Mojito on her breath as she whispered, "I'm yours Matt. I love you and my sisters. I'm so glad you let me be part of your harem," then she lent in and kissed me deeply and passionately.
I became lost in the kiss. Time seemed to slow and stop as I became aware only of the beautiful girl in my arms. Then I felt someone tugging at my shorts and underpants. I lifted my bottom from the sun lounger to help them and then the garments were sliding down my legs. My cock, already partly erect, was released and instantly a hand grasped it and began to stroke.
I broke the kiss and looked. It was, as I had guessed, Tasha who had pulled down my shorts and was currently massaging my penis. Megan murmured, "Hmm, that looks fun," climbed off the lounger and knelt beside it on the opposite side from Tash. The West Indian girl grinned at her, then moved her hand to caress and tease my balls, leaving the upper length and sensitive end to Megan. The latter took my cock in her hand and the two girls worked on it together.
I lay back on the lounger and let the two newest members of my harem work on their Master's cock. This was bliss, and I was content to let them take the initiative while I sipped my Mojito and watched.
Megan glanced at Tasha, "Who first?"
"Rock, paper, scissors?" said Tasha, with a smile.
"You're on," said the red-head. She counted to three and then held out a flat left hand signifying paper. Tasha had made her left into a fist for rock.
