My husband’s job required him to take a trip to the Middle East, some ancient country with old traditions. Some young Prince was extending his hospitality and would show us around the country. The first evening was quite odd but pleasurable, the dinner was exquisite but the entertainment consisted of mostly naked women belly dancing and performing sexual acts with on other. All of the men in attendance seemed to enjoy it, but I was a bit put off being the only western woman in the palace.
The second night before bed, the Prince came to the room to talk to my husband. "It is tradition that I wish to share with you", he motioned to the doorway. We followed him through some halls to an opulent room. Inside there were dozens of women, mostly naked, all beautiful, and all lounging in luxury. "My harem", the Prince said.
“I don’t understand”, my husband replied.
“For the night. You get one.” The Prince smiled. When my husband and I both hesitated, exchanged glances, it was obvious what the Prince meant. Before any objection could be uttered the Prince explained, “It is a tradition that you take one. To refuse it would be an insult.” The stern look on the Prince’s face made it clear that was the end of the conversation.
Slowly my husband looked around the room. Despite any reservations he may have had, the landscape of beautiful, naked women before him was causing an obvious erection to form in his pants. Knowing that he couldn’t refuse, not only for the sake of the business deal but our safety, he chose a woman from the harem.
I knew that he’d chosen what he believed to be the ugliest woman in the harem, but even she was beautiful by any standards. The woman smiled delightfully and led my husband out of the room. When I tried to follow the Prince stopped me, “Is just for him tonight, yes. You are beautiful woman. Perhaps you want to stay here tonight?”
“No, I want to join my husband”, I said politely but feeling upset.
“Not tonight. You stay here”, the Prince had the same firm tone in his voice. Satisfied that he’d made himself clear, he left. Alone in the room with his harem made me very uncomfortable, and I could only imagine what my husband was doing. So I tried to leave. Unfortunately the doors out were locked.
A few of the women approached me and with soft hands and gentle grips pulled me to a corner of the room onto a large bed. It was unlikely that I’d get any sleep despite the comfortable surroundings. Most of the women ignored me and continued to lounge and sleep, either completely or mostly naked. Three of the women though decided to stay on the bed with me.
They were running their hands over my body, part caress and part massage. Their intent was clearly to help me relax, but that was difficult with their breasts rubbing against various parts of me and the thoughts of what my husband might be doing. When they started to remove my clothes I protested, “No! Please don’t do that!”
The women continued to remove my clothing. I wasn’t sure if they spoke English or if they cared what I was saying. So I protested louder and tried violently to stand up from the bed. Most of the women in the room were looking at me now that I was causing a scene. Women that were close put fingers to the lips, the sign that they wanted me to be quiet.
I ran for the door that I’d entered through minutes before. It was still locked, but it opened as a guard stepped inside. The woman looked thick, mean, and like she could tear my arms off. She was also heavily armed. "You", she pointed at me, “Do not make noise. The Prince does not like disturbance.”
“At least you speak English”, I replied more quietly, “I want to go back to my room.”
“Not possible. Your husband is there. You would only make trouble and cause insult.” She had the stern nature of the Prince without the polite demeanor. Leaving, I could hear her lock the door.
The three harem women were at my side and they guided me back to the corner bed. While they laid me back on the bed I could see that the rest of the women were back to their leisurely and sexual activities. As soon as I was on the bed though the three women resumed undressing me.
My mind was in a fog. Big thoughts slipped away as their talented hands removed my clothes and rubbed my body. I was no longer concerned about being naked in front of strange women, in a strange place, or my body being explored. But little things started to stand out in my mind; I was the only white woman in the room, the only woman with blonde hair, the strange smells in the air.
Eventually I drifted off to sleep, kept warm by the women laying their naked bodies against mine. Early in the morning I awoke, the sun barely peeking through the eastern windows. My clothes were missing, but a woman helped me get dressed in the most modest outfit available. Shortly after guards came, all female, with breakfast.
“Can I return to my husband now?”, I asked one of them. A nod was all I needed. With quick steps I found our room quickly. My husband was inside, already dressed for a day of business. "What happened?“, I asked not sounded as upset as I felt.
"Don’t know”, he answered, “They just have different customs and traditions here. I need to get to my first meeting of the day.” As he passed, he kissed me on the cheek and said, “I like the outfit. I’ll be back around dinner time.”
“You didn’t answer my…”, before I could finish he’d shut the door and was gone, “…question.” Not sure what to do with myself I investigated the room, looking for signs of any infidelity, but all I found was a room that appeared to have been thoroughly cleaned minutes before I’d arrived.
So I changed into more normal clothes and spent the day in our room, afraid to go anywhere else. Lunch was brought to me. Then dinner was brought. By sundown there were still no signs of my husband. The Prince appeared with a very gregarious demeanor, “Come, we go now.”
“Where?” Asking didn’t elicit any response. With as polite of a sigh as I could manage, I followed where the Prince led. Which was back to the room with his harem. "Again?“
"Yes, you are more comfortable here I think.” With a smile he was gone and I was locked in with the harem again. Two women came to fetch me. They took me to a large bath tub, stripped me naked, and helped me into the massaging water. I’d learned not to resist and not to make trouble, so I didn’t say anything when they joined me.
Minutes later and the door opened, a guard peered inside and motioned for two women to follow her. The women left, not wearing much clothing. "What was that?“, I asked.
"For your husband tonight”, the guard answered before locking the door. When I started to get upset many women around me made the sign for me to be quiet. Afraid and feeling alone I complied, but was getting more upset and tense by the moment.
Eventually I couldn’t stand the bath anymore and got out. A woman helped dry me off. Frustration led to fatigue and I collapsed onto a satin covered bed ready for sleep. Other women joined me, all of us naked, but to my surprise sleep wasn’t on their minds.
Directly adjacent to me these women started pleasuring each other with mouths and hands. It seemed nothing was taboo. Unable to escape the writing mass of bodies I became ensnared in it. Hands were exploring my body, touching my pussy, cupping a breast, pinching nipples, teasing my lips. Hands turned to mouths, mouths to tongues, and before I knew it I was lost in a sea of physical pleasure.
Sleep came and time passed. I ate breakfast with the harem, covering myself with what clothing I could find, although most of it was transparent silk. After breakfast I realized that I was losing track of time, the days were slipping away as the harem pampered me. Perhaps there really was something in the air, or the food. As much as the thought frightened me, the pleasures of the harem seduced me.
Counting the meals we were served was the only way I could grasp the passing of days. It was three days before I stopped asking about my husband every time the door opened. Five days before I found myself using my hands, mouth, and tongue to please the other women in the harem. Eight days before I stopped wearing clothes entirely or trying to cover myself.
Ten days had passed before I remembered that the business trip was only supposed to last a week. That snapped me back to my senses and I demanded from a guard that I be taken to speak with my husband. A curt shrug was her response, but a short time later a guard escorted me to another room of the palace.
Inside what I presumed was an office sat the Prince behind a large desk, he was talking to two strange men in a language I didn’t understand. None of them acknowledged my entry. When I approached the desk all three men looked at me, scanning me from head to toe. That was when I realized that I was naked.
Shame caused me to cover myself with my hands and retreat slightly. They finished their conversation, and as the two men left I was smothered with lewd stares. "Come", the Prince motioned for me to approach. "You have questions?“
"Yes, where is my husband?”
“He is gone, back to your country. Business here was done, was time for him to go.”
“No”, I couldn’t believe it. "He wouldn’t just leave me. We’re married", in an attempt to drive the point home I pointed to my wedding ring only to find the ring was gone and my finger was as naked as me.
“Yes, he did.” The certainty in the Prince’s voice was unsettling. "Business deal was not good for him. He make trade. Gave you to make better deal.“
"No”, again the only word my mind could conjure. After a minute it hit me, “he traded me, to you, for a business deal?”
“Yes. You are in my harem now and will do as I say.” With that, the Prince was done with me and motioned for the guard to take me away.
“What does that mean?”
“You are one of my woman, and a fine prize”, he smiled. "Bright hair, fair skin, quite unlike any other. I shall enjoy you frequently.“ The guards escorted me back to the harem despite my protests. Once I was locked safely in with the harem it all hit me, I was stuck in a situation where I was going to be a sex slave.
I own a photo studio. Mostly I take photos of things for magazines or news organizations looking to spice up their pieces. Around the holidays I’ll get families into my studio that want family portraits. The real perk of my business is something I’d never anticipated when I first opened the studio.
The studio is located in a rather rich part of Los Angeles, the kind of place with celebrities and security. On a somewhat regular basis I’ll get a female celebrity that comes into my studio looking for a special set of photos, something I call the voyer photo set. Basically I take photos of them as they undress, pose, strut in sexy clothing, and fuck their brains out.
We get away with it because, after the photo session is complete, I do some minor editing of the photos around the head and neck to make it appear the photos are faked. There’s a logo that I use in the corner of the drawings letting everyone know the photos have been faked, even though they’re real.
I think the women get off on the secretive exhibitionism, knowing that millions of people can see photos of them naked and fucking without knowing that they’re real. The photos end up on the internet, the women always insist they are posted. Odds are you’ve seen some of my work.
H. was one of my first customers, she did a full set of photos where she stripped out of the dress she was wearing. Then she posed around my set wearing her lacy bra, stockings, thong, and garters. After she removed her bra she teased the camera by hiding her breasts with her hands. Eventually she was wearing only her stockings, letting me take photos fully spread and exposed.
She’s come back a few times since then, each time getting more bold with her requests. For her second visit she wanted a small set of photos of her fucking a well-hung guy. The third set was with two guys, one white and one black, both of them fucked her for well over an hour. I kept shooting the whole time, almost two hundred photos netted from that one session. Her last session involved four guys and a bondage theme, they tied her up and gagged her.
B. is one of my raunchiest customers, always looking to have a photo set with a kinky theme. Her favorite was a set we shot outside, abandonded buildings and secluded alleys, two guys accompanying her the whole time. It was an all day session, but she really got off on it. Her favorite photo was getting double fucked sitting behind a wall while people walked by on the other side of the wall, close enough to hear.
A. is my most insatiable customer. She’ll come over for a quick session involving one guy, and inevitably I have to call more guys over and it turns into an all day affair. I had one day where she wore out eight guys, we only stopped because I didn’t have anyone else available. It’s gotten to the point where I have contracts with local porn companies to hire their male actors as needed.
E. did a simple shoot that was bikini themed, though she spent most her time in front of the camera naked. J. loves having two guys at once, every session with her so far has invovled two huge cocks in her at the same time. M. was only here once, but the entire session was her playing with various toys. F. loves to flash. She’ll wear a skirt and thin fabric shirt with nothing underneath, and then we end up somewhere in public with her lifting her skirt, opening her shirt, or both.
G. is one of my favorites, her photos always come out looking great. Her first set was a simple strip tease. Each session after that has involved at least one guy. One session involved her getting fucked in her ass and pussy at the same time for almost half an hour, she smiled and laughed the whole time.
K. was reluctant the first time she came by, only wanting a small set of tasteful nude photos, she said she wanted something to remember how she looked as she got older. As we were finishing her set, two male porn stars showed up for my afternoon session. At first she tried to hide herself, but after the two guys stripped nude and she saw how huge their dicks were, she lost herself. It turned into one of my best shoots as she sucked and fucked both guys.
L. came by just after she found out she was pregnant, she wanted to capture herself before and after. We got a good set of her tight body. Then, right before she gave birth, she came by again to capture her pregnant form.
N. came by for a normal set of hot clothed photos for a magazine. As we wrapped up, she saw my other work. After a brief conversation she wanted to try some nude shots. Without changing her outfit or moving to a different set she just started stripping while I kept the camera on her. I got a number of great photos of her naked body as she bent over the table and rolled around on it.
V. loves cum shots. She doesn’t care about anything else as long as she’s getting hot cum blasted onto her tits, pussy, or face. The last session was over four hours and culminated in six guys cumming on her face at the same time.
U. only came over once, but she asked for the biggest dick I could find. I got a well known black porn star to come by. She was thrilled as soon as he dropped his pants. Without waiting she dived on his cock, sucking it to life and then riding it for all he was worth.
R. likes to take normal sets of photos followed up by nudes and sex, she seems to really get off on having the guys undress her. H. only works with other women but is willing to do anything with them. O. only works with black guys, and can never seem to have too many. W. loves sucking cock, I can’t seem to get her to do anything else. S. loves tit fucking and getting cum splashed on her tits.
C. did a great session in a shower. She started clothed, her white shirt and shorts turning transparent under the water. Eventually she stripped them off, and after a few poses naked was joined in the shower by a male porn star I’d brought over. Her orgasms were more intense than anyone else I’ve had in studio. They started as the guy ate her pussy and lasted through the hard fucking he gave her. I’ve never seen someone cum as much as she did.
P. likes to be body painted and then walk around in public. I have a good friend that’s an artist specializing in body paint. He’ll get her naked, then paint her so it appears she’s wearing an outfit. The first time she walked around in public, completely nude, with paint making it look like she was wearing jean shorts and a halter top.
T. likes to dominate people. Routinely I’ll bring in both male and female porn stars for her shoots, and she’ll spend the session dressed in leather spanking and whipping them while making them lick her leather, eat her pussy, suck her tits, and fuck her.