A Modern Day Harem... (Closed for Ryanmo97 and MissRPer)

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Travis Stewart
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Travis Stewart was a self-made millionaire. He owned a very successful company that sold consumer electronics to various businesses. That and due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money. He was able to retire early. There was one thing he always wanted... A harem of wives. So he set about building a home in the forest. For him and his wives. It looked like a large three story log cabin in the woods.

Then he sent out a press release to every newspaper, TV station and News website it read...

"Wanted: A Modern Day Harem:

Travis Stewart, wealthy multi-millionaire, is looking for woman who are willing to join his harem of wives. Must be willing to cook, clean and be the mother of his children. Please send pictures and clothing measurements to the following email" Then his email was included.

He was overwhelmed by the response and after much consideration and a lengthy interview process and background checks. He chose the five women he wanted for his Harem.

Soon, it was the day the women would arrive. He was in the kitchen making lunch waiting for his new wives to arrive.
 
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The five women; Halina, Tiffany, Anna, Marie and Chrissie, couldn't have been more different. Their experiences, accents and clothes varied, their values varied, and their thoughts were varied, though they were absolutely able to find themselves in the middle of an argument before they'd even managed to ring the doorbell.

"I want to meet him first," Halina announced firmly, hands on her hips. "It's only fair, of course."

Halina was 29, her curved body hugged tightly in a red dress that fit her like a glove. Her auburn hair looked like a mane of tight curls, and it was entirely possible she was descended from Hispanic ancestors.

Tiffany, at the age of 27, didn't take too kindly to being put in her place by a former pin-up girl. She had a shock of long black hair on her head, and her short locks looked glossy as she raised an eyebrow. "I think we should all meet him together," she replied. "After all, he's picked us to be his wives."

"I've never met a millionaire before," Anna said, the cheap red dye having faded from her hair slightly and making her look like a stripper. Especially with the way she was dressed, in the shortest of leather skirts and a strappy, green top.

Both Marie and Chrissie shared a worried glance. They were both quiet, didn't want to be involved in the fight, and each knew they had no experience in the bedroom whatsoever. With Marie's long, mousy brown hair and youthful face, she could just about pass for twenty one, even though she was actually twenty-two. Chrissie, meanwhile, was blonde and usually bubbly, and at the age of twenty-three she was embarrassed to still be a virgin.
 
Travis smiled when he heard the doorbell ring. He was dressed in a denim shirt, blue jeans and black boots. He walked to the door and opened it. "Ladies... Welcome to your new home..." He then let them in the house and they walked right into the living room. The room was tastefully decorated, a flat screen TV, fireplace, a couple of couches and a few area rugs.

"I'm sure you are all hungry. I've made some lunch follow me..." He then took the women to the kitchen. The kitchen looked very modern. There were oak cabinets all around. There was a large stainless steel refrigerator and a stainless steel double wall oven next to the door that lead to the laundry room and stainless steel dishwasher by the sink. The counter tops were all black marble. The island in the center of the kitchen had a cook top, a griddle and a grill. There was a bar on the other side of the island with a couple of stools.

There was a also a large table in the kitchen. On the table was some hot dogs and Hamburgers and a large container of potato salad. "Everyone sit down." Travis got some lemonade out of the fridge and poured them each a glass. "Well, since we are going to live together we should get to know each other. You all know about me but you don't know about each other... How about we go around the table and you each introduce yourselves, tell us a little about you and your favorite color." He looked at Halina, "How about you start it off?"
 
Halina loved to be the center of attention, so she was thrilled to be able to discuss her personal life with everybody at the table. "Well," she began. "When I was eighteen I was spotted by a model agency whilst queuing at an airport, and three months later I was the most famous pin-up girl in the world."

"And now you're here," Anna said bluntly, her southern accent shining through her words.

"Yes, now I'm here," Halina said, giving the younger woman a dark look. "And I'm very happy to be here, too," she said, giving Travis' hand a loving pat as she gazed at him seductively.

Marie smiled, thinking it was a lovely story to hear. "I liked that," she admitted. "It sounds exciting."
 
Travis smiled, as he listened to Halina's story. "That was very nice Halina." he said. He took a sip of his lemonade and then said, "But you forgot to tell us your favorite color."

Once she told the group her favorite color, red, he looked over at his new Southern Belle, Anna, "How about you? Tell us who you are, a little about yourself and your favorite color."
 
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Anna looked around at the faces all focused on her. "I was born, I went to school, I left school, I worked for a while, and then I came here." She picked up her drink. "Green," she added quickly.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow at that, finding it very difficult to work Anna out. She was a strange character, and very blunt at times.
 
Travis nodded as he listened to Anna's brief story. Obviously she was hiding something about her past from her new family. He didn't want to pry but he hoped that at some point she would open up to her new sisters. "Thank you, Anna." He looked at Tiffany, "Your turn, my dear... I'm sure you know the drill by now..."
 
Tiffany smiled, telling the people at the table all about her past. "I was a teacher," she explained. "I studied and I found a job easily enough, but after working for a few years I realised I was craving something more exciting in my life." She sipped from her glass of fresh orange juice. "And I like the colour black, but only when it looks classy."
 
Travis nodded, "Thank you Tiffany." He looked at the other end of the table and saw Marie and Chrissie. They both had been very quiet since they first got to the house. He looked at Marie and said, "It's your turn, my dear... Tell us your name, a little about yourself and your favorite color."
 
Marie released a gently sigh, holding her hands together and gazing around the table nervously. "I was living on a friend's couch when I saw the ad mentioned on the news," she told them softly. "I thought maybe I could find somewhere I belonged." Her gaze dropped to the empty plate in front of her. "The colour purple's pretty."
 
Ryan nodded. Marie seemed very shy. He hoped that living here would bring her out of it, "Thank you, Marie," Then he looked at Chrissie, "Okay, It's your turn..."
 
Chrissie felt sick as everybody waited for her to speak. "I, uh, I just needed somewhere to stay," she admitted, embarrassed. "I'm homeless. I mean, I was homeless." With another small thought, she added a colour onto her explanation. "Pink."
 
Travis nodded, "Thank you, Chrissie..." Travis looked and saw that all of the ladies had finished eating, "Well, ladies. Now that we all know a little more about each other and we've eaten lunch. Let's clear the table and then we'll move into the living room and we'll being our orientation." Everyone pitched in and cleared the table.

Once the table was cleared they moved to the living room, Travis had everyone sit on the couches. "Okay ladies. I just want to go over a few rules and such. First off, I don't want you all fighting with each other... Any of you are having disagreements come to me and I will settle them. Secondly, Everyone is going to pitch in, we'll sit down and make up a list of the chores that need to be done and we'll rotate for a while to see what everyone's strengths and weakness are. As you know sex will be a big part of our life. Everyone of you will get to spend the night with me on a rotating basis. Does anyone have any questions or suggestions for rules?"
 
Anna stuck her hand in the air, a question already rolling around in her head that felt like it needed freedom. "I've got a question," she announced, looking around the room and levelling a look on Travis' face. "Can I go first?"

"No, I want to go first," Halina told her with a frown, annoyed when Anna let Travis know how eager she was.

"Oh please, I'll be first," Tiffany admitted, smiling in their new husband's direction.

Marie and Chrissie glanced between each other, glad they weren't stuck in the middle of the argument. They both didn't want to go first.
 
Travis rolled his eyes, "Think the fairest thing to do is to go from oldest to youngest so it will go, Halina, Tiffany, Anna, Chrissie and Marie. Then when someone has a birthday, if it's not that person's night. They will switch with that person. Now, any other questions or suggestions for rules?"
 
Anna gave Travis and Halina an evil stare, then looked away from them. "Yeah, what are the rules on masturbation?"

Marie's eyes widened and she wondered if she would ever be able to talk about masturbation so openly. It embarrassed her just thinking about it, and that made her blush even more.
 
"What you do in the privacy of your rooms is your own business," said Travis, "If two of you deiced to become lovers that's fine with me... but you will also still have to have sex with me... Anything else?"
 
"Yeah, there's one more thing," Anna said, leaving the couch and picking up her battered, dark green suitcase. "Which way's my room?" The cabin was huge and she thought she'd be opening every door upstairs before she found what she wanted and needed.
 
Travis smiled, "Yes rooms... I'm glad you brought that up. Before we go up to the rooms their is a little ceremony you must all go through. You see, you five will have a dress code. Each of you have a closet filled with new clothes for you. But, you are now t going to be permitted to keep any of the clothes you have brought with you, including the clothes you are wearing. So, I would like all of you to take the clothes out of you suitcases and put them in a pile. Then, I want you each to take off the clothes you are wearing, fold them in a neat pile with you shoes on top and then kneel In front of me and hand them to me and say, " I give my body to you, you Travis, are now my husband.'"
 
The five women all shared varied looks between each other. Halina and Tiffany had been expecting this to happen because they had done their research, but Anna thought maybe Travis had a twisted sense of humour. Anna and Chrissie, though, were both shy and unsure about showing their naked bodies to anybody without it being pitch-dark and without any light to show off their natural curves.

Halina, being the eldest, decided to obey him first. She pulled her suitcase forward, unzipped it firmly and turned it over on the floor. All her clothes and worldly possessions came pouring out. As she stepped through them, she began to undress right in front of Travis.
 
Travis smiled when Halina dumped her suitcase and started to strip. "Very good... The rest of you get at it and I'll be right back with your new clothes." Travis left and returned a few minutes later with five duffel bags.
 
All five women were now kneeling in front of the couch, naked and unfamiliar with this level of exposure. They each had their clothes folded in their arms, their shoes sitting on top of the neat pile.
 
Travis smiled, "very good." He took each woman's pile of clothes and handed each of the a duffle bad. Inside was a dress in their favorite color. It was cut between knee and ankle length. They buttoned up the front, had short sleeves, and was cut to show a modest amount of cleavage. There was a bra and panty set the same color as the dress. The panties were bikini cut. There was also a pair of white stockings and a pair of black flats. "You may all get dressed."
 
The five women looked at the new clothing, studying it in varying levels. Anna wasn't so sure about the style, but the others were happy to get dressed and thanked Travis for the clothes, too. They each made their pledge to their husband, agreeing to be his wife.

Anna, though, cleared her throat. "I'm not real sure this will suit me," she told Travis.
 
Travis frowned when Anna said she didn't like the clothes he picked out for her. "Well, all the clothes in your closet are similar to those. So, if you don't like them you can either leave or go naked."
 
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