Harem it is, I guess

As cliché, and perhaps unbelievable, as it would seem, the little detail about the harem had, in fact, slipped my mind. So, with the eloquence of an elder statesman, I said the one thing that would come to anyone’s mind when a gorgeous woman is leaning over you, with your dick firmly embedded inside her tight, wet pussy, and is asking your opinion on the creation of a harem in your honor.

“Uh... Harem?”

“Yes, harem. An assortment of women all devoted to you. And the delightful muscle currently spelunking deep inside me.” A quick waggle of her hips threatened to completely derail the conversation, “Fish gotta swim. Birds gotta fly. Saudi Arabian women gotta be a part of their beloved’s harem. At the moment, you do not have a harem, so we have to create one.”

“Have to?”

The quick, harsh laugh that Farah let out at that made it readily apparent that while her imprinting on me had certainly altered some aspects of her personality, her fetish had not rendered her a timid shade of her former self, “You know it’s never a good outcome when women try to suppress their fetish. Saudi women are a little different as it doesn’t really impact us until we imprint on a guy. But that train has left the station dear. Based off what my mom has told me, best case scenario, I start assembling a harem in my sleep. Worst case, well that gets a little dark and vague.”

“Okay, harem it is.” I couldn’t think of any more protestations to make. “I have a couple requests I’d like to make before we start planning new memberships.”

“You’ve got conditions to make, on your harem?” Her laugh caused her breasts to move in wonderful ways, “This, I gotta hear.”

“Har har, funny girl.” A quick upwards thrust changed her chuckle to a lusty moan. “First, if we’re going to do this, you’re going to be my top girlfriend/concubine. I’ve got no idea how the interpersonal dynamics will play out, but you’ve definitely got ranking privileges.”

“Ooh... I like that condition. Can I make up business cards that read ‘Top Bitch?’”

“Of course. The next two conditions are kind of related. We have to be deliberate about new members, and you and I have to agree on who invite. Oh, yeah, all harem members have to be participating voluntarily. I get that it is their fetish, but the Scandinavians' fascination with **** is a little weird to me.”

“Makes sense to me. Before you start to fret about finances, don’t. Your Top Bitch is a Saudi heiress, who some might say, is a little spoiled. Now I know that you’re just warming up to this idea, but I’ve been thinking about since I imprinted on you a couple weeks ago. I’ve got a couple of ideas about who might make excellent additions to your harem.”

“You have, have you?”

“There are definite benefits to being a part of the international students' program here. Girls from all over the world.”

“Okay then, who has caught your eye?”