The Hungry Need Feeding

James spent most of the day with Dani to finalise the changes for her website, then got a cab back to Jessica’s house. He found her in her bedroom, emptying the contents of the drawers onto the bed.

After brief hellos and a quick kiss, he said, “What time are we going to the homeless shelter tonight?”

“We’ll need to leave here about six thirty.”

“Erm, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting organised for when Dani moves in. And she’s just the first one, soon we’ll have a house full of women, we need to plan the bedroom arrangements.”

“That’s fair enough, but why are you emptying your stuff onto the bed?”

“There’s going to be six of us in the house, we’ll have one room each. I thought it would be fitting for you to have the master bedroom. I’m moving my things to one of the other rooms so you can move in here,” then she stared at her walk-in wardrobe, which was bigger than James’ bedroom in his father’s house. “I’m afraid I’ll have to keep my things in there though, there’s not enough space to move them elsewhere. Although, I suppose I can move some of it to make space for your…”

“Jess, wait, I can’t let you move out of your bedroom, that’s not fair. This is your house, you should have the main bedroom.”

“I thought you might say that.”

“Then you’ll understand how I feel, I can’t turf you out of your room.”

“I’m not sure you fully appreciate what’s going to happen here. Soon you will have five women who are all committed to you. Do you understand what that means? Everything we do will start and end with you. You will be our lord and master and the patriarch of the house. Appearances matter, it would be wholly wrong for you to have one of the smaller rooms.”

Then Jessica knelt on the floor in front of him, she bowed her head to the ground and took a deep breath.

“I cannot go against your wishes, if you say that I should have this bedroom then I will obey you. But I beg you, please, consider this a gift from me to you and a sign of my devotion.”

Her dramatic display wasn’t lost on James.

“Jess, stand up,” he said, and when she did he held her close to him and kissed the top of her head.

“I don’t doubt your devotion. If it means that much to you, and you think it’s for the best then I’ll move into the main bedroom.”

“Thank you, thank you so much,” she said, beaming with a big smile.

“It’s me that should thank you. And besides, I’ve got a feeling you’ll spend most nights in here with me anyway.”

Jessica shook her head, “No, this will be your sanctuary, your private space, your inner sanctum. To be invited here should be considered an honour and a privilege, even for me.”

“You really mean this, don’t you?”

Jessica nodded, “We can’t do this by halves. You have to be at the top of the tree and in full control, you have to be the patriarch. Anything less would change the dynamic so dramatically that we’d have to re-evaluate it completely. We’d end up in some sort of messy ploy where everyone is fighting for the attention of one man, it just wouldn’t work, and trust me, I’ve been there. This way, the women will all be subject to your command and thus we will all be equal, which will stop petty squabbles and sneaky scheming to get your affections.”

“You really think they will be scheming for my affections?”

“Yes! Every woman in here will be lusting after you day and night. Even with this system in place, you are one man, there is only so much of you to go around. You’ll need to keep control of us.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

“This is a harem, right? So think of yourself as the sultan or whatever, what would he do if one of his concubines broke the rules?”

“They’d be punished I suppose. But I’m no sultan, this is not the seventeenth-century Ottoman Empire.”

“True, this is twenty-first century England, but still, there should be consequences for those who break the rules.”

“What rules? What consequences?”

“Both good questions that we should figure out the answers to together with Dani at the weekend. She deserves a say in this for being our first recruit.”

“She does deserve a say, but you’re wrong about one thing.”

“Oh?”

“You are the first recruit. Which gives me an idea. Didn’t the Ottoman Sultan have a main wife, like the first one who was senior to the others?”

“Yes, he did.”

“Then that should be your role. You’ll always be the closest to my heart, it was you who brought all this about and this is your house. And besides anything else, it sounds like I’m going to need some help keeping this place running smoothly. Will you do this for me?”

“Oh James, it would be an honour,” she said and flung herself at him.

They spent the next hour or so switching rooms, moving their things about and organising their wardrobes. They were nowhere near finished when the time had come to get ready to go to the homeless shelter.

He found her in the main bedroom, naked and searching through her clothes.

“Help me out here, what shall I wear?”

“You’re asking me for fashion advice?”

“Think of it as guidance, I want to wear what you’d like to see me in. Remember it’s only the homeless shelter though.”

“So heels and a cocktail dress are out then?”

“ ‘fraid so.”

“Um…”

“I know that um, come on, speak your mind,” she said, giving him a reassuring smile.

“I thought Dani looked hot wearing those tights.”

“You like tights? Okay, I can make that work.”

She fished through the piles of clothes that were on the bed, ready to move to the other bedroom and found a knee-length summer dress that was black with little pink flowers on it, then held it up.

“I can wear this, with some nice black undies and some tan, natural tights and my ankle boots. How would that be for you?”

“Perfect,” he said, “But you’re missing one thing.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“Turn around, bend over and put your hands on the bed.”

Jessica’s face flushed, she dropped the dress then turned around and presented her backside to him. James walked over to her, unzipped his fly and pulled his erect cock out then kicked her legs apart.

“I want your cunt leaking my come while you’re there tonight. I want your knickers soaked as you walk around that hall, remembering this moment…”

Then he slammed his cock inside her so hard she’d have face-planted on the bed if he didn’t have a hold of her hips.

“Ahhhhhhh,” she yelled, partly from shock, partly from pain but mostly from the sudden bolt of ecstasy that ripped through her.

James pounded her hard, thrusting in and out of her cunt that had instantly juiced up. He momentarily thought of Pavlov’s dog, and how Jessica now became easily aroused by him whenever he wanted. Then images flooded his mind of Dani being in the room with them. As Jessica wailed in joy James thrust harder and harder, picturing her head between Dani’s legs. The visual imagery was more than enough to tip him over the edge and he blasted a heavy load deep inside her.

When James had finished emptying his load, rather than stay in place with him inside her until he deflated, as they usually did, she wriggled free of him.

With her legs comically squeezed together, she giggled and said, “I don’t want to lose any,” then she hobbled awkwardly to the end of the bed, grabbed a black lacey thong and quickly slipped it on.

“There,” she said triumphantly, admiring the growing wet patch in the crotch of her thong, “The finishing touch to my outfit, just as you wanted.”

James tucked his cock away and gave her a long, passionate kiss.

Jessica swooned, “James, please, you’ve made me horny enough as it is. Any more of this kissing business and I’ll be **** to take these knickers off and get you hard again.”

“I suppose you’re right, the hungry need feeding,” he said, releasing her from his grasp.

“Are you talking about me or the homeless?” she giggled.

“Both.”