This is a continuation of the journey and exploits of Steve "The Hypnotist." You don't have to have read the other sections of "The Harem", but it might help you understand how Steve got to this stage and understand some of the other characters.
As always, thanks to my editor and punctuation guru Marripetx.
The Harem's Founding Members Part 1
As he was lying in bed, Susan's words were still ringing in his ears. "You know, Steve, with that skill of yours, you could have an entire harem of married women at your beck and call."
He wondered if it were true and how he would go about it. He was sure he could have Carol and Susan anytime he wanted. What about their husbands? What if they got caught? He didn't want to be responsible for breaking up marriages.
However, he had a thirst for sex, like a man crossing the desert needs water. He had to have a game plan. He was a coach after all, game plans were in his wheelhouse.
He wanted to not only satisfy his needs, but the sexual needs of everyone if this were to work like he envisioned.
Steve went to the University library, not exactly sure what he was looking for, but he always seemed to get inspired walking among the stacks and stacks of old books.
When he entered the library, he heard a familiar voice from behind the checkout desk, "Hi Coach, what are you looking for today?" asked the assistant librarian, Joan.
"Just browsing today, but where do you keep the really, really old history books?" he asked. He wasn't even sure why he asked about history, although he had always been a fan of studying the past, especially the Roman Empire.
"On the first floor, you can take the elevator or go through that door over there and walk down three floors. Let me go with you, maybe you can help me find what I'm looking for."
Steve was confused for a minute. Did she just say, "help her find what she's looking for?" It must have been a slip of the tongue.
"Sure, if I'm not taking you away from your duties here?" he asked.
"Not at all, I enjoy getting out from behind the desk, plus we have plenty of work-study people here to help. Follow me."
Steve couldn't help but notice Joan looked like every librarian he had read about in the
Penthouse Forum Letters
when he was a teenager. She wasn't very tall even in her heels. She had a nice body that was outlined by the conservative blue skirt that covered her knees. She was also wearing an oversized sweater, but he was sure she had at least a 34-inch chest. Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and all that was missing were the obligatory tortoise-shell glasses.
"Coach, we keep our really old history books down here on the first floor in this special climate-controlled room," she said.
"Great. I guess no one comes down here much do they?" he asked.
"No, I think you are the first person to come down here in some time."
"Interesting, doing things out of the ordinary are not below me," he said. He inserted that last part based on an article he read about hypnotic conversations. The article said if you say certain phrases quickly, like "below me" to the other person's subconscious it can be interpreted as 'blow me."
"Here we are," she said, opening a large brown wooden door.
"Is this the original door?" he asked. He was admiring the craftsmanship and the large metal hinges. It reminded him of something from the middle- ages.
"Yes, it is. You have a good eye, Coach. This was the original part of the library built in the 1700s. This door was brought over from England. It's rumored to be from the 1400s, but there is no definite proof." she said, smiling.
She was leading him through some of the stacks and stacks of books when one in particular caught his eye. It was a book with a decorative leather cover. It was clearly hand crafted with old brass clasps to keep it closed. It had no title, so he opened the clasps to take a better look.
"What did you find?" Joan asked.
"I'm not sure yet," he answered as he carefully opened the old book.
"Dominance and Submission in the 15th Century."
Interesting title
, he thought as he read the next part out loud.
"All through the ages, men have used their dominance to take what they wanted, land, money, women, whatever they desired."
"Oh my, that is an intriguing book," Joan said.
"And not just limited to the 15
th
Century," he added.
Steve placed the book on the table so they both could take a closer look as he thumbed through the pages. He stopped at an illustration depicting a woman on her knees in front of a man. He stopped turning the pages, allowing Joan to take in the full sight of the image, letting it sink into her brain.
He could sense the sexual tension rising between them. Her sweater was no longer able to conceal her excitement as her nipples were fully erect. He turned to face her and looked into her eager eyes. She pushed her chest towards him, placing her hands behind her. Signaling to him that she was willing to submit to his desires.
He leaned in and kissed her lips. Her chest was pressed firmly against his body.
He pressed his body up against hers. Joan felt the outline of him through his pants. She knew what he wanted. It's why he stopped at that image in the book.
His hands found the bottom of her skirt and raised it slowly. She braced herself up against the table, spreading her legs, giving full access to her sex.
Steve wanted to prove to her just how Dominant he was. He spun her around so she was bent over the table. As he lifted her skirt higher, he smiled seeing that this 'naughty librarian' was wearing a red thong. He pulled it down to her ankles.
Joan braced herself as she heard his belt and then his zipper. Her pony tail was pulled back by his firm grip causing her to gasp and more importantly, arch her back. She had no choice but to present herself, her wet, glistening pussy was wanting his cock.
As he pulled her ponytail, Steve pressed the head of his cock to part her swollen pussy lips. He wasn't sure if he thrust forward or she moved backwards to take all of him. It didn't matter, as the two of them were working in concert together. Like a V8 engine hitting on all cylinders, going faster and faster. The smell of sex was mixing with all the old books.
He could tell he was about to explode, but there had been no time to discuss protection. Steve pulled out of her, her juices covering his hard shaft.
Joan was breathless. However, she knew her job wasn't done. She turned and knelt before him. She opened her mouth to take him. She wanted to feel the heat from his cock, to taste the mix of their encounter. Joan could tell by the throbbing in her mouth that he wouldn't last long. She continued to please him and provided him the release she knew a Dominant man deserved.
She smiled at him as he helped her stand up.
"You believe a man should be in charge, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, I believe a woman should want to please a man."
"I'm working on an idea that might appeal to you, so I want you to answer me honestly right now," he said as he looked into her eyes.
"I want to put together a special group of men and women. The men would be able to share the women when we get together. And the women who desire can explore with the other women if that is what the men wish. How does that sound to you?" he asked while placing his hand next to the illustration in the book.
"I'm a bit nervous Sir. I couldn't risk being exposed and lose my job," she replied.
"Don't worry, I will vet everyone and everyone is a professional with just as much to lose if exposed. There will be a non-disclosure agreement and medical exams performed on everyone before I allow this group to meet."
"Sir, I'd be humbled to be part of such a special group," she said, still a bit nervous but excited.
He took out his phone and had Joan provide him with her private number.
"I'll be in touch. Now let's get you back upstairs before anyone comes looking for you. Plus, I need to check out this book."
"Yes Sir," she replied as they made their way back up the stairs.
***
Steve was alone in his apartment making notes, still trying to make the pieces to his master puzzle plan come together when his phone rang.
