Sable's green eyes flashed. Her back arched. "I'm cumming, Mistress! I'm so happy! Oh, yes!"
Her thrusts grew erratic, but she kept pumping as her bliss shuddered through her. Christy slammed her hips back, squeezing her pussy tight around the dildo. The ridges stimulated the nerves lining her pussy walls, every thrust bringing her a little closer to erupting.
"Fuck me! You're my whore! You'll do whatever the fuck I tell you to!"
"Yes! Yours, Mistress! Always yours!"
Sable buried the dildo into Christy's cunt.
Her orgasm exploded.
Bliss pummeled her mind. Stars danced before her eyes. She gasped and moaned, falling to the floor in a quivering ball of feminine delight. Sweat drenched her breasts, her chest heaved as she sucked in lungfuls of air.
"That was what I needed."
Sable pressed against Christy, the wet dildo brushing Christy's hip. The concubine kissed her mistress on the lips and the pair held each other. Finally, Christy forced herself to sit up and grab the book.
"Let's get back to work."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kyle woke up in the middle of the bed, surrounded by women. Most of his concubines and wives were piled on the expanded bed. Aaliyah tampered with the room, making it bigger so the extended bed could fit.
He crawled out of the pile, trying to be careful not to disturb anyone, his cock half-hard. By the curtained openings that led out into the garden stood Lois and Chyna, both concubines nodded to him as they guarded the room.
He needed to cum, and he wondered which concubine he would use.
"It is so strange," a voice whispered in the dark.
Hawaa leaned against the wall staring at the bed.
"What is?" Kyle asked, padding over to her.
"Your harem. All your women enjoy being around each other." She looked at the bed. "I've never heard of a harem where the women loved each other. They all plot and scheme, wanting to be their husband's most favored. It didn't matter if they were concubines or wives."
"My wives know I love them equally, and the concubines enjoy their submission to me." Kyle grinned. "I wouldn't brook any backbiting. I want this."
"And I am just supposed to join in," Hawaa sighed. "I am just supposed to love you and your women."
Kyle stroked her face. "Yes. Because that's what I want." She turned her face away and he seized her chin, forcing her dark eyes to look at him. "You are mine. You submitted to me. I can do what I want to you. So you'll enjoy the delights being one of my women brings. You will savor your time with my wives and concubines, loving them like you love me."
She bit her lip. "Do I love you?"
"You love being submissive to me," Kyle grinned. "It's a start. Now fall to your knees."
"You want me to suck your cock," she sneered.
"Every single drop"
Her dark eyes widened. "I'm not a whore, Master."
His fingers tightened. "Fall to your knees, put your mouth about my cock, and drink every drop of my cum, whore."
His eyes were intense and firm. He would brook no rebellion from her. She saw it, trembling in his grip, then she fell to her knees. The Sheikha of the Si'lat opened her mouth and engulfed his cock, her tongue hot as it swirled about the tip.
Kyle savored her hot tongue swirling about the tip of his cock. His balls throbbed in delight as her defiant lips sucked. Her eyes stared up at him as he held her hair, forcing her mouth to slid up and down on his cock
His cock throbbed as he savored her defiance.
"Suck my cock, whore," he hissed as she sucked. "That's it. That's a good, fucking slut. You are mine. I will use you how I please."
A tremble past through Hawaa. His words seemed to echo inside her. She sucked harder, moaning her enjoyment as she submitted to his lusts. Kyle smiled, treasuring her surrender as much as he treasured his other concubine's submission.
"Good, whore," he praised.
His hands gripped the side of her face, his cock thrusting deep into her mouth. His balls smacked her chin as he fucked Hawaa's face. Her hands reached around his waist, seizing his muscular ass, pulling him in deeper.
"You're eager for my cum," he groaned, caressing her temple with his thumb as his cock slid down her throat. "That's good. I love an eager slut."
She moaned about his cock, swallowing, her muscles massaging the head of his cock as he thrust deeper down her throat. Her lips were pressed into his curly pubes. He loved it. There was something beautiful about a woman submitting to his power.
His cock drew back and he slammed it in deep. "Take it! Take every inch!"
She groaned, sucking harder.
Kyle's balls tightened. His cock itched. He closed his eyes and grunted. Hot cum shot out, his body shuddering with bliss with every pulse, shooting right into his slut's stomach. He buried his cock all the way into her throat, holding her head still as a second and third pulse flooded out of his cock.
"Drink it all, slut!" he groaned. "Fuck!"
A fourth, weak pulse erupted and Kyle let out a deep breath. He pulled his cock out. "I hope I pleased you, Master," Hawaa purred, her tongue flashing out to lick up the cum that stained her lips.
"Yes, you did, slut," Kyle panted. "Now go and join the harem on the bed."
She glanced at the pile of sleeping women and nodded. She stood, went to the bed, and climbed on, pressing against Fumi's back, resting her head down. Kyle looked at the bed and didn't see Christy.
Is she still reading her spell books?
Kyle stepped into the antechamber, passing through a yellow, silk curtain. Sable lay curled naked on the floor, her head resting on a book. Christy sat cross-legged, leaning naked over a large book spread out before her.
"Come to bed," Kyle said.
Christy started, letting out a squeak. "Kyle! Goddess, but you surprised me."
He smiled at her, kneeling down and closing her book. "That can wait until later. You're going to need your rest."
She looked up at him, a defiant cast crossing her eyes, then she yawned.
"You're clearly tired."
"It's important," she muttered.
"I know." Kyle reached out, scooping her up into his arms. "But so is what we do tomorrow."
She put her arm around his shoulders, smiling as he carried her. "You're right."
Her firm breast pressed against his chest, her nipple hardening. Her smile grew and she leaned up to kiss him on the lips. Her kiss was quick, but hot, sending a shiver that raced through him right to the tip of his hardening cock. He set her down on the bed between a pair of sleeping concubines--Toni and Mindy--and slid on top of her.
"Mmm, this is nice," she purred, her body writhing beneath him, her legs parting. "I do love the feel of your solid body atop mine."
Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in to her depths. He groaned, shuddering as her pussy engulfed his shaft. She let out a satisfied moan, her hips writhing beneath him. His hips were slow, gentle, trying not to wake up the entire bed with their antics.
Her pussy milked him, writhing about with wonderful pleasure. He buried into her, letting her squeezing cunt work his cock. It was so nice. He nuzzled at her neck, her legs hooking about his, sliding up and down.
"Mmm, your cock's so nice," she purred, clenching her pussy down and relaxing.
"So nice," Kyle agreed, his eyes closing, savoring her sweet embrace. "I could stay like this forever."
"Liar," she giggled. "You'd miss all the other cunts in this room."
He dozed atop her. Christy's cheek pressed against his. Her breathing grew softer, and she drifted off to sleep his cock impaled in her. He kissed her cheek, closing his eyes. His cock was hard and nestled in a warm, wonderful spot. Sleep stole over him and he drifted off.
