Modern Harem Novels & Stories

Anger, pure anger was written all over her face. "I'm not a slut, neither do I look like some possession from an Harem. I know my worth and I have my reasons for agreeing to have sex with you for two nights. I've endured the first night, but for tonight I won't be able to endure, a doggy style! Really? Do I really look like a sex object to you?" She barked out angrily. "I'm kind of shocked you know what an Harem is, have you ever been to one? No, I doubt that, but how do you know about Harems." I asked, raising my eyebrows up.

He has a modern harem composed of a dozen women leaving in condominiums. Five years ago, he dismissed them all, but due to his longing for the only one he truly loves. He let Percy and Madame Hussein groom new set of bimbos for him. He bought six willing and beautiful Eurasian virgins resembling to Sarah, but none of them could replace her in his heart, and the warmth on bed she could bring to him. Then another four supermodels who serve as his partners in the different events he goes to, and two starlets who would entertain him and his business partners casually.

I happened to use a computer in the library right after Hazel, and when I saw the dirty things she had left on the g****e search history, I knew the perfect way to bait her ass. She was reading an article about “BDSM fantasies”, and right after, she seemed to have gone through a couple of gangbang clips with surprisingly rough and domineering acts. Learning that she was a dirty whore underneath all that neediness made me want her even more. So I set to work on creating a trap that she couldn’t resist. I created a website that matched people with others who have nasty fantasies, then I hacked into her phone and tweaked her algorithm so that the website would pop up on her search engine in the

And, there were no locking mechanisms, so the occupants could lift up the upper half and extract themselves whenever they liked. The rules of the club made sure no one was forced to do anything they didn’t want to do. Anyone not respecting that rule was instantly banished from the club forever. There were two sets of stocks installed in the room; one was occupied, the other vacant. Veronica smiled when she saw that one of the stocks was occupied by a pretty brunette and that the dark haired girl was being fucked enthusiastically by a good looking guy. Also, there was a long line of guys waiting their turn for the brunette; most were stroking themselves, though a couple guys appeared to be wi

Raisa hesitated, still searching my face for some kind of hint that I couldn't be trusted, but finally, she sighed, "Each of us consorts has a designated day. Sometimes he forgets our names and calls us by that day. It's some kind of obsessive, fastidious fetish to only bed us on that schedule. I always wonder how he's not exhausted, f*cking a different girl every single night even when all he wants is an heir as soon as possible. Anyway, he never skips except when he's out conquering the rest of the world or whatever." Her candidness pleasantly surprised me. So quickly she'd dropped both acts I'd seen from her: gone was the composed elegance; gone was the cold indifference. "He always makes

“She has been by service for six years. With her, you will learn the dos and don'ts of this harem.” A harem? Wait did they bring me to the harem?? I almost yelled at her. Annabelle told me stories about harem. One man and a hundred wives. With each struggling to be his favorite. I never wanted to share my husband with me. Another thought came to my mind, just when I was about to protest. If Ivar was married to many women, he was going to be less concern and forget about my existence . ~which makes it a brilliant idea.~

"What's reverse harem?" "Many men sharing a single woman, instead of one man having many wives and concubines. It kind of negates the biological and physiological deficiencies of male reproduction." "Hence why lesbianism is preferable to women than heterosexuality," Brianna stated matter of factly. "If you don't love cock, Mistress," Marcia stated, just as certainly. "And these romance novels were the only source of your understanding of dominance/submission and sex slavery?" Sam asked. "I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel."

Lord Benjamin lectured Melissa on her naivety. Melissa sighed and touched her forehead. Things were simpler in the modern days, no one cares who you marry. Furthermore, what Lord Benjamin said had touched a raw spot in Melissa, who had originally come from an unknown origin, being abandoned by her parents at the orphanage. So is she of lower status in his eyes, if she was born in this era in such circumstances? "Benjamin, regardless of status, power and wealth, it's the person's characteristics that matters the most. What's the point of marrying someone from the same rank when your spouse's character is flawed in the first place? The marriage will be disastrous in the end." Melissa countered

Cindy, a cum-drenched wreck covered in sweat, milk, and drying semen, stood on the platform on shaky legs. “I have a special birthday wish,” she announced breathlessly. The twelve bulls and the guests cheered wildly. “I want all of you to breed me again… flood my married womb with your superior seed. And I want my pathetic cuck to watch every thick drop go inside me, then suck every single one of your big black cocks clean while he fucks his own ass like the desperate, broken bitch he is.” “Cuck, you must smile, thank your masters properly, and make that fluffy tail bounce for everyone.” Laughter and applause filled the room. Mark’s face flushed deep red with shame.

Yet, when she looked at me with those beautiful eyes of hers and kissed me on the neck, I even forgot my name. I carried her to the bed, and she giggled, pulling my lower lip with her fingers. “You are so fucking handsome, Julian,” she said as I carefully placed her on the bed. “If you were an omega, I would have made you mine. Nothing would have stopped me from putting a leather collar around your neck and throwing you into my harem.” “You have a harem?” I questioned. The shock was evident on my face because we outlawed it more than a century ago. It was my great-grandfather who believed it was inhuman to treat other people like objects. “Is it still legal in your country?”