How to Have a Harem (closed thread)

Although Laurie rarely bestowed cunnilingus upon Nancy, this did not mean she had not learned what her slave enjoyed in that regard. She started by teasing her labia. Then, parting these with her tongue, she began spreading Nancy's juices up her slit to accumulate on her clitoris. By this time, Nancy had started moaning and writhing with desire. Finally, at this point, Laurie began vigorously licking her clitoris.
 
"Oh... Christ!" Nancy moaned when Laurie got down to business on her clitoris. Both of her owners were masters at cunnilingus, but having Laurie give it to her always felt extra special for its rarity. Soon, Nancy screamed and writhed on the table as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her body.
 
Chris's erection strained against the fly of his blue jeans as he watched his wife bring her best friend, their live-in sex slave Nancy, to orgasm with oral sex on their dining room table. He always enjoyed these moments of voyeurism, but this time especially so. Usually, Nancy gave cunnilingus to Laurie, and he appreciated the way his wife's body shuddered, and the salacious expression on her face, when Nancy brought her to a climax. Laurie always seemed, however, to hold a little back, never fully surrender her self-control to the ecstasy.

Not so with Nancy, she gave herself over entirely to every orgasm. He loved watching her skinny body writhe in rapture as she moaned and screamed. In this instance, he waited until these gesticulations subsided, then leaned over the table to whisper in Nancy's ear as he fingered the still stiffened left nipple of her nearly flat chest.

"When you've caught your breath, you can help me give your mistress the first of a series of orgasms to celebrate her birthday."
 
With that motivation, Nancy caught her breath almost immediately. She slid down off the table and crawled under it. Laurie still wore her blue jeans from running errands earlier that afternoon. Nancy deftly unhooked the belt, unbuttoned the waistband, and unzipped the fly. She slipped her hands up Laurie's hips and started tugging at the sides of her jeans. Nancy could already feel her mouth watering in anticipation of the taste of her mistress's pussy on her tongue.
 
Laurie felt the sultry heat build between her thighs as Nancy crawled under the table and between her legs, then opened her jeans. As Nancy tugged at her clothes, Laurie lifted her hips in anticipation of the best birthday celebration of her life.
 
Nancy didn't dive right in.

After removing Laurie's jeans and panties, she kissed Laurie's right knee, then very slowly started tracing a path with her lips up her thigh. She could smell Laurie's excitement and see her delicate folds, framed by dark brown curls, glistening with wetness in the soft light under the table. She flicked her tongue there for a moment, then kissed teasingly down, then back up, Laurie's left thigh.

"Happy birthday, my Lady!" Nancy sighed loudly, then slipped her long, lithe, and talented tongue deep into Laurie's womanhood.
 
Laurie's head lolled back and she moaned when Nancy began giving her cunnilingus under the table. Each time her friend gave her oral sex, she seemed to improve at it. Gentle waves of ecstasy immediately started rippling from Laurie's loins, spreading to every inch of her being. She opened her eyes and lifted her head to stare across the table at her husband, with whom she shared Nancy as a sex slave. She knew this first orgasm would develop quickly, and she wanted to gaze into his beautiful blue eyes as it did.
 
Despite the oral sex she received from her best friend, and their sex slave, Nancy, under the dining room table, Laurie managed to focus her gaze on her husband Chris's eyes. He winked and smiled lovingly across the table back at her. He knew she only accepted Nancy into their life for the sexual pleasure and emotional satisfaction she got from dominating her. Never the less, he knew he should appreciate this rare adventure. Although not the jealous type, Laurie tended not to like to share. He found the fact that she happily shared him and their bed with Nancy a wondrous surprise and an opportunity to neither take for granted nor squander. With this in mind, he blew Laurie a sweet kiss.
 
The sweet tension built in Laurie's loins as Nancy licked her womanhood. She knew her face must betray mounting ecstasy as she gazed across the table into Chris's loving blue eyes. He winked at her, then blew her a silent kiss. That did it. Her back arched and she let out a loud, passionate moan as she came.
 
Nancy heard Laurie's moan and felt her vulva pulsing against her chin, indicating her Mistress had come. She had already learned the timing of her friend and owner's pleasure. Just as Laurie's orgasm subsided, Nancy withdrew her tongue and backed out from between Laurie's legs. Laurie became painfully sensitive immediately after climax and needed several minutes before she could bear further physical contact.

Nancy planned to put that time to good use. On her hands and knees under the dining-room table, she spun around and crawled to the other end where Chris sat. Not surprisingly, given what he had just witnessed, when she opened his jeans, she found his manhood straining against the front panel of his white cotton briefs. She worked this out through the slit in the front of his underwear, and his full erection came into view. It made her mouth water. She engulfed it and began running her already loosened tongue around its head and shaft.
 
Laurie appreciated that Nancy had learned not to try to prolong her orgasm by continued licking. Once she came, Laurie became too sensitive to touch for several minutes. After her slave withdrew from between her legs, Laurie let her head fall forward, resting it on her folded arms on the dining room table as her body continued to tremble with aftershocks of ecstasy.
 
Watching across the table as Laurie enjoyed an orgasm had Chris's manhood hardened and pressing up against the fly of his blue jeans. He smiled when he felt Nancy's fingers on the zipper, then the waistband button. Remaining under the table, she worked his stiff member out of his underwear, making him sigh lustfully when she took it into her mouth and started caressing it with her limber tongue.
 
Nancy smiled around Chris's erection when she heard his happy sigh. Her only experience with cunnilingus came from her two weeks as Laurie's slave. On the other hand, she'd had several boyfriends over the years and had become quite adept at fellatio. She had already learned which of her many techniques Chris liked best. After she took him deep in her mouth and had his erect shaft good and wet, she wrapped her hand around it and stroked it while her tongue deftly swished and circled upon its firm head.
 
Nancy obviously already had significant experience giving fellatio at the time she became their slave. In the weeks since then, she had learned exactly what Chris found most pleasurable. Within minutes of her starting giving him oral sex under the table this evening, he groaned as he filled her mouth with his semen.
 
Nancy began sucking Chris's erection as soon as the first squirts of semen splashed against her palate. His seed quickly filled her mouth. She swallowed once, sucked again, then swallowed a second time. By this time, he had finished ejaculating and she used her tongue and lips to clean the remaining white goo from his softening penis. When done, she crawled out from under the table, smiled up at him and asked: "Now... how shall we spoil my Mistress for her the rest of her birthday?"
 
"Have her spank you 28 times?" Chris suggested to Nancy as a fitting way to spoil Laurie on her twenty-eighth birthday. "Or we could give her 28 orgasms... but you know how she is. We'd have to tie her down."

He looked over at his wife, who sat amused watching them across the dining room table. "It's your day, Laur.... What can we do to make it special?"
 
"I like the idea of Nancy getting my 28 spankings," Laurie replied with a lusty grin to her fiance's question. "But I want you to give them to her while I watch. After that, we can share the 28 orgasms."
 
Part Three: Chris and Laurie's Wedding (5 December, 1992).

The wedding guests continued to nod and whisper approvingly among themselves as Nancy returned to her seat in the front pew. The poem she had spent the last month composing, and the previous minute reciting, celebrated love, devotion, and lifelong commitment. All of those in the audience assumed it referred to the bride and groom. Only Laurie and Chris would understand that Nancy actually spoke of her feelings for them. She could come no closer to a public proclamation of their true relationship.

She looked up and saw her owners smiling at her, Laurie dazzling in her white wedding gown, Chris handsome in his tuxedo. Chris winked at her and Laurie mouthed "thank you." Tears started rolling down Nancy's cheeks.

Just a few weeks ago, she had envied Laurie. She had always dreamed of a wedding like this. Further, she had secretly loved Chris for years and had almost wished they would break up so she could try to win him. Now she had both Chris and this wedding, and Laurie's complete love as well. She realized becoming their slave had fulfilled all of her dreams. She could not stop crying with joy.
 
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At three-thirty o'clock on the morning after their wedding, Chris and Laurie lay side-by-side on their backs on the kingsized bridal suite bed, he fully nude, she just in the white lace garter belt and white silk stockings she had worn under her wedding gown. Sweat covered them both. They had just finished officially consummating their marriage.

Despite spending the past twenty straight hours awake and, starting in the early afternoon, having had many sips of cognac, a significant quantity of champagne, and some beer, Chris felt energized and alert. The long day required one more event for full completeness. He slid over to the side of the bed, lifted the receiver off the nightstand phone, and dialed Nancy's room number.
 
Nancy had never attended such an enjoyable wedding reception, featuring live music, open bars, and surprisingly good food. The Best Man's toast, a parody of a long-winded legal disclaimer, in recognition of Chris's profession, had the guests almost doubled over with laughter. The happy couple, flanked by the large wedding party on a raised stage at one end of the ballroom, absolutely beamed with joy, inspiring similar feelings in all in attendance.

Breaking with tradition, Chris and Laurie had not left for their nuptial bed before the end of the reception. Indeed, when the last band finished its final set and the bars in the ballroom closed, they led the charge down to the hotel's bar, Chris still in his Edwardian style tuxedo and Laurie in her full white gown.

An hour and a half later, with the newlyweds and about a ten of their gusts still there, the lone and inexperienced bartendress announced last call. Chris's Uncle Jim, a wealthy and gregarious Michigan attorney, immediately ordered six pitchers of beer, which the girl behind the bar inexplicably filled. Apparently, the hotel bar had never remained open this late before.

Only moments after filling the pitchers, she insisted the bar must close. Wisconsin law does not allow taverns to serve or remain open past two in the morning. Uncle Jim began to argue, then Chris intervened.

"Is there any reason we can't take these pitchers with us?" he asked.

"You can take them," the bartendress agreed with obvious relief.

So the party moved into the hotel lobby, lasting until well past three o'clock. Finally, the pitchers empty, the remaining celebrants, Chris, Laurie, Uncle Jim, Nancy, and a few others, exchanged hugs and handshakes, then retired to their respective rooms and suites.

Nancy reached her hotel room exhausted, but too invigorated to sleep. She had seen the telltale sparkles in Chris and Laurie's eyes as they hugged her and bid her goodnight. By now, they had surely peeled off their fancy clothes and begun vigorously consummating their marriage. She longed to participate, but understood that they should spend alone their first night as a married couple.

Not yet undressed herself, Nancy laid back on the luxurious king-size bed in her hotel room. She hiked up the skirt of her royal blue dress. She wore a blue lace garter belt to hold up her silk stockings, but no panties. Since becoming Chris's slave, he had forbidden her to wear panties.

A bit guiltily, as she softly stroked her bare womanhood, she began to fantasize that she, not Laurie, had married Chris. She started reviewing the whole day in her head, imagining herself in her best friend's place. In her mind, she had only reached the beginning of the reception, and so had done no more than tease her labia despite how wet she had become, when the phone rang.

She could only think of two people who might call her at this time, so she reached over with her free hand and lifted the receiver with building excitement.

"Hello!" she said quickly, her voice a bit too loud.
 
"Hello?" Nancy answered. Despite the quality of the hotel phone, Chris recognized the hopeful anxiousness in her voice.

"Your Mistress and I have consummated our marriage," Chris informed her without preamble. "We must do the same regarding your place in this relationship. Get you cute little butt over to our suite now!"
 
"Get your cute little butt over to our suite now!" Chris commanded over the phone.

Glad she had not undressed, Nancy hurried out the door and down the hall, through the elevator lobby and up another corridor to her owners' suite. She found herself panting when she reached the door, partly because she had hurried almost the entire length of the hotel, but mostly with anticipatory lust.
 
Chris saw the shadows of Nancy's feet outside the door before she even knocked. Despite the past twenty hours of nonstop activity, culminating in the consummation of his marriage just moments earlier, he remained energetically awake. He bounded from the bed and, fully naked, opened the door.

She remained fully dressed, lovely in the expensive blue dress he and Laurie had selected for her. Her brown hair, a bit mussed, remained free and flowed down to her waist, one of her sexiest feature. Despite his recent orgasm, Chris's manhood started to stir and stiffen.

"Enter, Slave," he tried to intone ominously, but his happiness manifested clearly in his voice.
 
Nancy had just knocked when the door opened to reveal Chris standing there au naturel.

"Enter, Slave," he commanded, the smile on his face belying the severity of his tone.

In that lighter spirit, as she entered the room, Nancy snickered. "It's a good thing it was me at the door."
 
Laurie had posed herself in the soft light for when Nancy entered the room. Still dressed in just the white lace garter belt and white silk stockings she had worn under her wedding gown, she lay on her right side on the bed, facing the door, with her head propped up on her right hand, and her left leg bent provocatively over the right one.

"Welcome, Darling," Laurie greeted her and her new husband's slave. "I'm so glad you could join us tonight."
 
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