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My Horny Housewife Harem
Part 16 of 16
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Carlos was a shy, fearful virgin when he enrolled in college. Then he met an older woman who made him a man. She also gave him some good advice: instead of looking for romance with clueless girls his age, seek out married women in less marriages. His horny housewife harem taught him the ways of erotic love.
Here in Part 16, our ends with Carlos disbanding his harem and beginning an exciting new chapter in his life.
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This therapy journal is almost over. My counselor agrees that I’ve largely resolved the conflicted feelings I had about the traumas of my youth. She always considered my need to maintain a harem of horny housewives as being fundamentally juvenile, and she thought my decision to move in with Rita was a positive sign of maturity. Her final assignment is for me to write this journal entry. It’s about the end of my life of nonmonogamy, and the beginning of my exclusive relationship with Rita.
Those weeks were a lot of fun. Rita and I got together in the evenings so we could go online and look at real estate listings. We’d find homes that looked appealing, then we’d drive over to check out the neighborhoods. If we liked what we saw, we called the realtors and arranged a tour.
I’d been saving for a down payment for a long time, so I didn’t want a cheap starter home. I wanted a nice house that didn’t need too many repairs. After each little scouting trip, we’d go back to Rita’s apartment and have some of the most glorious of our entire relationship. It was fun to imagine we’d do that more often when we lived together.
But before anything could happen, I needed to tell my harem girls I couldn’t see them anymore. Although I was certain I’d miss them all, I was happy with my decision to have an exclusive relationship with Rita. It had been nice getting so much pussy from so many women for so many years, but I’d had a long time to decide that I’d be happier sharing my bed every night with Rita.
We had a hi. I’d taught Rita almost everything she knew about . She was so devoted to me that she did everything she could to satisfy my needs. I felt optimistic that we’d be happy if I just kept treating her right.
When we began to hook up, I had mixed feelings about Rita and her troubled past. Back then, I was sure I’d never want an exclusive relationship. But after a few years passed, we were both different people. We’d both grown a lot. I was ready to say goodbye to my harem.
During that week of farewells, I met with a different woman every day Most of them took the news pretty well. They always knew our relationships were temporary. Some of them had been having with me for years, and they seemed grateful that we’d been together for so long. I’d give them the news, then take them to bed one last time. It felt like the best possible way to get closure. (I suspect that my therapist is going to roll her eyes when she reads that last sentence.)
Misty was sad to say goodbye, but she said that our time together taught her the importance of good in a relationship. She’d been thinking of asking her husband to open their marriage; ending things with me convinced her it was time.
Sylvia and Frida said they’d be available if I was open to hooking up in the future. I thanked them, but said I was confident that I’d be a onewoman man for the foreseeable future.
Sally cried when I gave her the news. She said that she couldn’t go back to the unsatisfying relationship with her husband, and that she’d figure out some way to find another man who could meet her needs. I gave all of them an especially passionate goodbye session in my bedroom, including a passionate farewell kiss.
Only one woman had trouble accepting the idea that she wouldn’t see me anymore. Ellen was shocked and horrified when I let her know our time together was ending. You may remember that our relationship was very unconventional.
I already told you that Ellen was the bitchy woman who threatened to file a false police report alleging I stalked her. Remember how I revealed that I’d secretly taken nude photos that proved our relationship was consensual? I got so angry I forced her to become my slave, complete with a collar and a signed contract in which she agreed to follow my commands.
In the time since her enslavement, Ellen discovered that she LIKED being an involuntary fucktoy! She always had a big smile on her face when she arrived at my apartment, and she seemed to thrive when I forced her to surrender her freedom. For Ellen, consent was a burden.
Over the years I worked hard to find ways to push Ellen’s limits. She learned to love kinky kinds of her husband never asked her to do. Bondage. Role playing. Anal. Facials. . I did a lot of research looking for ways to turn this uppity society bitch into a whore, and she submitted to it all.
“No! Master! Please, no! I can’t live without you!” Ellen said when I announced our relationship was coming to an end.
Her reaction surprised me. I’d planned a formal emancipation ceremony for our last day together. Ellen drove over as usual, donned her collar and some kinky leather lingerie, and then sat down across from me at my kitchen table. I had the enslavement contract she’d signed years ago. My plan was for us to rip up the contract together, remove her collar, and then have one last time before I said goodbye.
Ellen was alarmed by the news.
“Master, please don’t set me free!” Ellen said. “I’m begging you. Being your slave is important to me. I can’t stand the idea of being without a master!”
That surprised me. I knew Ellen liked having nonconsensual , but I hadn’t understood how important her status as my slave was to her selfimage.
“It’s like this,” Ellen explained. “When I’m at some social function, I’m dressed up in elegant, designer clothes. I behave like the upperclass woman I was raised to be. But in my heart, I enjoy knowing that I’m fooling everybody. I enjoy thinking about the fact that I’m actually a dirty little whore with a Master who owns me, body and soul. I like imagining what my friends would say if they knew that all my holes belong to you, Master.
“There’s something I should tell you,” she said. “I decided a long time ago that if you ever ordered me to leave my husband and be your fulltime slave, I would do it. I would willingly allow you to post those dirty pictures of me on pornographic websites. That’s how important it is for me to be your slave.”
Hmmmm. This was a problem. I’d stopped being angry with Ellen a long time ago, and I didn’t want her to suffer. “I don’t know what to do about this, Slave,” I said. “I appreciate your devotion. I enjoy being your Master. But I have decided to make a commitment to a woman I love. After today, I can’t spend time with you. I’m sorry, but that’s the way it has to be.”
Ellen began crying. Loudly. I took her in my arms and held her as her body shook. I kissed her tears away and held her tight, wondering what I could do about her problem.
After a long moment, Ellen looked into my eyes and began to speak.
“I have an idea,” she said.
“Keep me as your slave. I’ll stop coming over here, but I’ll always remain loyal to you. If you ever decide you want to see me again, we agree that you can call me anytime, and I promise to follow any orders you give me. It could be next week, next month, or next year. Just let me hang on to the idea that you still own me. Let me pretend that someday you’ll summon me again. Let me keep my collar.”
I couldn’t think of a reason to say no. “Slave, if that’s what you want, that’s how it will be,” I said. “You can be my slave forever. I will retain ownership of you forever. Is that alright?”
“Yes, Master! Yes!” Ellen said. “I wish I could keep seeing you, but if that’s not going to be possible, I can live with the idea that I’ll always be your secret little fucktoy.”
I put Ellen’s contract back in the envelope where I’d stored it since the day of her enslavement. I knew that I’d have to shred it after she left. I couldn’t risk keeping it. If Rita ever accidentally found it, she’d have questions I wouldn’t want to answer. There was no reason she should know I’d had a harem of horny housewives. She’d be happier if I put that part of my life behind me.
“Master, allow me to give you one last blowjob,” Ellen said. “I want to taste your cum one more time.”
“Of course, Slave. Kneel before me. Suck my dick,” I said.
Ellen got down on her knees, undid my pants, and took out my cock. She began giving me an unusually spirited blowjob. She’d become a fine cocksucker in the time we’d been together. I’d forced her to deepthroat me years ago, and she’d eventually mastered the technique. Now, she could easily suck my cock into her throat.
She acted like my cock was the most delicious thing she’d ever put in her mouth. It was exciting to see how much pleasure she derived from something as simple as working to make me cum. I don’t usually try to prolong a blowjob. Women can get sore jaws if they suck a man for too long. Cocksucking is an act of generosity, and I never want to make a woman do it long enough for it to hurt.
But I decided I’d do what I could to postpone my climax. This was Ellen’s last opportunity to suck my cock, and I knew she wanted to savor the experience. I watched as she massaged my balls, licked my shaft, sucked me into her throat, and did all the things a firstclass cocksucker does. I managed to make it last a lot longer than usual, but she was doing such a fine job that I eventually got so excited I couldn’t delay my orgasm any longer.
I came. And came. And came. Ellen sucked. And sucked. And sucked. She sucked every drop of my seed from my balls. When it was over she raised her head, looked into my eyes, and let a drop of my cum drip from her mouth. It dribbled down her chin and splashed on her tits. She scooped it up with one finger, then stuck it in her mouth and sucked it clean. “Yummmmmm!” she said.
“That was excellent, Slave. First rate,” I said.
“Thank you, Master. I’m glad you liked it,” she said, smiling like a schoolgirl being praised for doing a perfect somersault.
It was time to lead Ellen to bed and take care of her needs. It would take a while for my cock to recover, so I couldn’t fuck her right away. What I usually do in this situation is eat her pussy until she has at least one climax. That gives me enough time to get another erection. I figured that’s what Ellen expected, but I decided to try something different. I wanted to give her something to do in the future, when I knew she’d miss our time together.
“Get on the bed. Get on your back,” I whispered. I keep a nice collection of toys in a drawer beside the bed, so I got a vibrator and handed it to Ellen.
“I want you to perform for me, Slave. I want you to put on a show,” I said. “Use this vibrator to play with yourself. Make yourself excited. Get your pussy nice and wet. I want to watch you get yourself ready for me.”
Ellen took the vibrator, turned it on, and then pressed it between her legs. She was already very excited just from the act of giving me a blowjob, so it didn’t take long for her to become aroused.
“Don’t climax until I give you permission, Slave. Did you hear me? Don’t cum until I tell you it’s alright.”
“I understand, Master,” Ellen said. “I promise not to cum until you say I can.” I got up on one elbow so I could see her whole body. I played with her breasts, sucked on her nipples, and ran my hand over her tight abs. It didn’t take long for Ellen to get so aroused that she had to lift the vibrator and take a break.
“I’m pretty excited, Master,” she said. “I need to cum.”
“Don’t you dare, Slave! Don’t you dare cum without permission!” I said. “Keep playing with yourself, but don’t you dare climax!”
“Ohhhhhhhh . . . yesssss, Master,” Ellen moaned. She squirmed on the bed, struggling to avoid having an orgasm. Her free hand reached for my cock, which was beginning to get hard again. She began stroking me up and down. I think she hoped that if she got me excited enough, I’d let her cum.
“Are you getting close, Slave?” I asked.
“Yes Master. Very close! May I have permission to cum?”
“Not yet,” I said. “Keep playing with your y little pussy, but don’t cum yet.” She groaned when she heard me say this, but she managed to avoid having a climax.
It wasn’t long before she pulled the vibrator away and took a deep breath. “I don’t think I can last much longer, Master,” she said.
“That’s too damn bad,” I said. “Keep buzzing your pussy, and don’t cum.” I took her hand in mine and forced her to press the vibrator against her clit.
“Master! That’s too much! Too much!” she said. “I have to cum! Please, let me cum!”
I could tell that she wasn’t being dramatic. Every muscle in Ellen’s body was clenched tight. She was ready. I paused for a moment, then gave her my permission.
“Go ahead, Slave. Cum for me. Show your Master how good you can cum.”
It was like pulling a trigger. Ellen began to shriek as the climax erupted from her body. I pushed the vibrator even harder against her clit, and she began babbling in a way that reminded me of speaking in tongues. Every muscle in her body clenched, then relaxed, then clenched again, over and over and over as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Ellen always climaxed easily. She often came in waves powerful enough to register on earthquake detectors. But this particular climax was as long and intense as any I’d ever seen from her. The fact that we were having for the very last time must have aroused her passion like never before.
She trembled for a long moment, taking deep breaths as she recovered. “Good job, Slave,” I said. “You put on an excellent performance for me. I always enjoy it when you play the role of my personal porn star.”
“Thank you, Master. I did my best,” she said.
“Look how hard you made my cock,” I said, wrapping her hand around my shaft. “I think it’s time for me to fuck you, Slave. Would you like that?”
“I’d love it, Master. Love it,” Ellen said. “My body belongs to you. You can fuck my pussy if you want. If you’d rather fuck my face, or my tits, or my ass, you can fuck me any way you like. I am your loyal fucktoy, Master. My job is to provide you with a warm, wet place to dump your cum.”
Since this was the last time we’d be together, I climbed on top of Ellen and prepared to have with her missionary style. We’d both climaxed, so I knew we could enjoy a final session of slow, gentle, relaxed passion. I took my cock in hand and ran the head up and down the length of Ellen’s wet crease. She jumped when she felt me touch her clit.
I took plenty of time to get her ready, so Ellen was relaxed and receptive when I finally pressed the tip of my cock inside her pussy. She was so wet and loose that she didn’t need foreplay. I pushed inside, withdrew, pushed in farther, and soon I was deep enough to touch her cervix.
“Ohhhh . . . Master . . . you make me feel so good. So good,” Ellen said.
“Is your pussy happy, Slave? Does it like having my cock inside it?” I asked.
“Yes, Master. My pussy loves what you’re doing,” she said. “Your cock feels so hard right now. You fill me up. My pussy belongs to you, Master. It loves being used.”
We went on, and on, and on. Ellen moaned joyfully as I gave her what she wanted. In the past, she’d detailed her husband’s ual shortcomings. He had little interest in her. On the rare occasions he took her to bed, he didn’t last long enough to make her climax. He was one of those husbands who ignored her clitoris when they had .
I felt bad when I thought about the fact that I was her only source of erotic satisfaction. I hoped she’d be able to find a new way to meet her needs, but I knew she wasn’t likely to find a man who could give her the kind of she needed. Ellen loved being my slave loved loved loved it and it wouldn’t be easy finding someone who could cater to such kinky desires.
Things got faster as we continued. I sensed Ellen’s arousal growing, and I knew she’d climax soon. I also knew that if I could cum just before she did, Ellen would have a particularly satisfying orgasm. That’s what I wanted for her as we had for the very last time.
I timed it perfectly. We’d been intimate so often that I knew exactly what Ellen needed from a man. My cock began throbbing as I came and came. I’d barely finished before Ellen’s pussy clenched over and over, milking every drop of cum from my dick.
She was exhausted when it was over. Spent. Drained. I held her in my arms so she had plenty of time to realize this was goodbye.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do without you, Master,” she said.
“I have some orders for you,” I said. “I want you to take your collar home. And take the vibrator you just used. Once a week, I want you to put on your collar, take off your clothes, and use this vibrator to make yourself cum. I want you to imagine that I’m watching you. I want you to imagine you are performing for my eyes, just like you did today.
“And I want you to do one other thing. Imagine that someday you expect me to call you and order you to play with yourself while I watch you on Facetime. Be sure you practice every single week so you can be ready to put on a show any time I want. Can you do that, Slave?”
“Of course I can, Master! Of course I can!” Ellen said. She seemed genuinely excited. I sensed that it was important for Ellen to have a way to pretend she was still my Slave. If my “orders” allowed her to maintain her favorite fantasy, I was happy to give them to her. Still, she was sad to leave, and she promised she’d return any time I summoned her.
With all my other harem girls, I felt they had a good chance of finding ual satisfaction somewhere. Most of them came to me because their husbands had low drives, tiny cocks, and severe cases of premature ejaculation. All those women needed was a normal man with a normal cock and a normal desire for hot, wet pussy.
But Ellen wasn’t like that. She needed a man who’d treat her like a possession. A fucktoy. That was a much more complicated challenge, and I suspected she’d have a hard time solving it. As I watched her walk away for the last time, I hoped she somehow managed to find a man who could give her what she needed.
After Ellen left, I got rid of almost all evidence of the harem girls I’d known over the years. I threw away the toys, shredded Ellen’s enslavement contract, and deleted the text messages we’d shared over the years. The only thing I kept were the erotic/pornographic photos I took of Ellen. Because she’d once threatened to file a false police report claiming I stalked her, I felt it was a good idea to hold on to the evidence that proved our relationship was consensual.
I stashed the photos in an encrypted file I labeled “algebra.” I figure that if you want to keep nosy people from poking around in your stored files, stashing them under boring names like “algebra” or “recipes” is a good way to discourage busybodies. I was mainly interested in making sure Rita never discovered that I’d taken erotic photos of other women. The y pictures I’d shot of Rita were an important part of our private life, and I was certain I needed to shield her from the knowledge that I’d photographed someone else.
I sometimes wondered if I was keeping too many secrets from Rita. It was becoming clear that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. The fact that I’d had with so many horny housewives for so many years seemed like a big part of my personal hi. I felt that withholding this much information was deceptive.
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