Harem House Chapter 41 Part 2

“This is the display position. It’s one of several you should probably teach your slaves.” Arthur said to Mark and Brad. 

Mark looked at Maria and pointed to a space at the end of his side of the sofa. “Go stand next to Slut.” 

“Yes, Master,” Maria said as she slid away from Mark. She crawled to the end of the sofa and stood beside Selene with enough room for Arthur to stand between them. She mimicked Selene’s pose, raising her hands behind her head and flaring her elbows out. 

Jen did the same without Brad telling her to, but he didn’t stop her as she crawled away. She stood beside Selene and took the display position. 

“Should I undress, Master?” Jen asked Brad, raising an eyebrow at him as he stammered his response. 

“Uh, uh, I mean–” Brad looked at Arthur. 

“It’s up to you,” Arthur said. “If you’d like, I could always order Slut to help Sugartits and Sweetcheeks to undress.” 

“Oh, yeah, do that,” Mark said, stroking himself in Maria’s absence.

Brad had covered himself with his hands after Jen moved away, but he nodded. “Yeah, that works for me.”  

“Very well,” Arthur said. “But let’s make it interesting.” He took some of the rope he’d pulled from his backpack and tied a short loop between Selene’s wrist cuffs. He made a bight, looped the rope’s ends through it, then tied one end to her right ankle cuff, and the other to her left. This left her hands behind her head, cuffed together, and restrained their vertical movement by her ankles. She couldn’t raise her hands or break the display position unless she knelt. 

“Slut, remove Sweetcheek’s clothes,” Arthur instructed. “Then remove Sugartit’s clothes. Do not use your hands. Keep them behind your head. When you’re finished, you may return to the display position.” 

“Yes, Master,” Selene answered, and turned toward Jen. 

“May I help her, Master Arthur?” Jen asked, not looking at him but keeping her eyes on the sofa. 

“Only by moving. You may not remove any article of clothing yourself.” 

“Oh, and Slut? I want you to deliver each piece of clothing to that slave’s Master as you remove it.” Arthur said. 

“Yes, Master,” Selene said. 

Arthur strolled around the sofa, standing behind it, opposite the girls, in his boxers and shirt. He removed his shirt, leaving him in his boxers. Maria licked her lips, but Arthur kept his eyes on Selene as she knelt behind Jen and tried to bite the zipper on the back of Jen’s mini-skirt. 

It took her three tries, but eventually she got a hold of it between her teeth and managed to pull it halfway over Jen’s ass. Her butt was pert and round, similar to Selene’s but different in shape. Once unzipped, however, the skirt didn’t fall to the ground. Selene had to bite the hem and tug to lower them, revealing Jen in her fishnet stockings and thong, tug by tug. The straps of her thong looped high on her hips, rising out of the thong on either side beneath the fishnets. 

Eventually, the skirt hit the floor, and Jen stepped out of it. Selene pressed her nose to the carpet as she bit the waistband of the skirt and stood. She stepped forward, walking on her knees over the sofa cushions until she reached Brad. She bent forward, lowering the skirt into his lap. 

“Uh, thanks, Selene,” Brad said. 

“Her name is Slut.” Arthur corrected. 

“Right. Uh, thanks, Slut.” Brad said, amending his gratitude.

The fishnets proved easier to bite, once Selene scraped her teeth over Jen’s stomach and hooked them over the waistband. They were more challenging to lower, though. They clung to Jen and didn’t want to release her thighs as Selene alternated between one leg and the other until she finally reached Jen’s calves. Meanwhile, Jen blushed and squirmed at every press of Selene’s mouth against her skin. 

“You remember your safewords?” Arthur asked, looking directly at Jen. 

“Yes, Master Arthur. Thanks for checking.” Jen responded. 

Brad was a tad distracted, covering his lap with Jen’s miniskirt and rubbing himself the way Mark was in the open. The other men remained silent as they watched the show Selene put on for them. 

Finally, Selene had the fishnets low enough that Jen could step out of them by stepping back. One leg at a time pulled free from the clinging fishnet hose. Selene picked them up from the floor in her mouth and tread the sofa on her knees once more. She dropped the fishnet stockings onto Brad’s lap, and he caught them with his hand, having stopped stroking himself when Selene approached. His eyes lingered on her breasts, however, until she turned around for her return trip. Her bubble butt shifted as she walked, framed by rope and her black thong. 

“Thanks, Slut.” Brad said, much delayed by her distracting nudity and body, but not as hesitant or as awkward as before.

“Should I take Sweetcheek’s thong next?” Selene asked. “Or her top, Master Brad?” 

Arthur had to quell the flare of jealousy that kindled at her referring to someone else as Master. In casual conversation, it was one thing, but hearing her say it in a more playful situation made his lips press together. He climbed over the back of the sofa and reclined as he had been. 

“Uh…” Brad hesitated. “The top.” 

Selene nodded and scooped the hem of the fishnet top into her mouth. Jen raised her arms directly overhead and dropped to her knees, letting the top slide over her. Kneeling with Selene standing behind her, she lowered her arms to pull out of the sleeves, then returned to a standing display position while Selene made the trek to Brad. 

“Thanks, Slut.” Brad said, taking the fishnet top from her before she had a chance to drop it in his lap. 

Selene returned to Jen, and this time went directly for the material of her tubetop between her breasts. She bit into it and pulled up, lifting the material from the center in a slow pull that led to a final drop of Jen’s c-cup breasts dancing between them as they came face to face. Jen tilted and backed away, letting her arms move so that the top pulled free, bringing her closer to the TV than before. 

Arthur chose that moment to turn the TV off, showing Jen’s and Maria’s backsides in the dim reflection. 

Selene knee-walked to Brad once more, dropping the tube top in his lap. 

“Thanks, Slut.” Brad said as he watched her return to Jen, knowing what came next. 

“You’re welcome, Master Brad,” Selene said. 

“Sweetcheeks, why don’t you turn around?” Brad asked. “I want to see your ass properly as Slut removes your thong.” 

Arousal brought confidence where Brad was concerned, or so it seemed. Arthur was the same way. He knew he wasn’t perfect as a dom, but he did have more experience than Brad or Mark. That was plain to see. As awkward as things could be sometimes, especially in front of people who were his friends, not his girlfriends, watching Selene walk on her knees and slowly strip Jen of her clothing piece by piece had made Arthur hard and ready for another round. 

He didn’t stroke himself like Mark was, or cover his lap and rub himself like Brad, he let his erection grow in his boxer-briefs as he reclined with his hands behind his head, enjoying the show and the arousal it brought. Watching his girlfriend kiss Jen’s hip as she bit the strap of her thong made him want to tear it off himself. Selene knew what she was doing, making eye contact with Arthur whenever she could, as if silently daring him to find this boring or not arousing. 

Selene lowered one strap of Jen’s thong, slicing the rest of it across Jen’s cute butt. Selene walked to the other side, her hands behind her head, then knelt and repeated the process. The thong dropped, but Selene didn’t release it. She lowered her head instead, letting Jen step out of it, but keeping the thong between her teeth. Then she came to her knees and hooked it with her tongue, pulling the thong into her mouth until it formed a loose ball gag. Only then did she trudge her way to Brad, walking on her knees across the sofa to bend over, pushing her face into his crotch, and releasing the thong. 

“Th–thanks, Slut.” Brad said, nervous but twitching from arousal more than nerves. 

“You’re welcome, Master Brad,” Selene said, making eye contact with Arthur. 

“Brad,” Arthur said, his voice surprisingly stern. 

Brad swallowed and looked over at Arthur, more fearful than anything else. “Have your slave undress Sugartits. I need mine for something else.” 

“Oh, uh, sure. Sweetcheeks, I want you to undress Sugartits the way Slut undressed you.” Brad said, gesturing to Maria. 

Maria and Jen shared a look, and Maria nodded. Jen returned the nod and stepped closer. 

“Slut, come here, but walk around the sofa,” Arthur said, gesturing to indicate the path she was supposed to take. 

“Of course, Master,” Selene said, and began her journey as Arthur stood and hopped over the back of the couch. Standing opposite Jen and Maria, he had a good view as Jen did her best to bite the zipper on the back of Maria’s dress.

When Selene reached him, he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. Selene melted into the kiss before he roughly grabbed her hips and turned her to the side, making her face Maria. 

Maria’s dress fell to the floor with a whoosh, leaving her in a soaked white thong and a black bra. Jen struggled to unhook the bra with her teeth, giving Arthur time. 

Arthur untied Selene’s ankles and wrists, then pulled her thong off, letting her step out of it before he shoved it into her mouth as a gag. Selene accepted it eagerly, her face rosy with arousal as she tasted herself. He moved her hands behind her back, making each hand clasp the opposite arm above the elbow. He retied her wrist cuffs in that position, then took off her high-heeled shoes, leaving her barefoot on the carpet. He pushed her toward the sofa, her lower half hidden by its back until she folded over it, her torso parallel with the seat cushions below. 

He looped the end of the rope from her wrists through her collar’s ring and pulled it back to him so he could hold it in one hand and keep her braid in the other. Then he kicked her feet apart. “On your toes, Slut.” 

Selene went up to the balls of her feet, pointing her toes as much as possible from her ballerina training and widening her legs as much as possible to let her pelvis rest on the sofa cushion. With her bubble butt, asshole, and pussy exposed, Arthur let himself out of his boxer-briefs. 

Maria’s eyes went wide. “You’re not going to stick that thing in her ass, are you, Master Arthur?” She asked as Jen finally popped the final latch on her bra. 

“Is that jealousy, or concern?” Mark asked, grinning as he looked between Maria and Arthur. “Sugartits  loves anal. She gets off on it all the time.” 

“Yeah, with your dick, not with that monster between his legs,” Maria said. 

Arthur raised an eyebrow. On the one hand, it was a bit of an ego boost; on the other, having friends objectify him and his dick came across as strange. He realized the position he was putting himself and Selene in, and shame crept into his mind. 

But wasn’t that one of the laws of the harem? No shame. What would Rani say if she were here? She’d probably call him on his yielding to shame just because his friends were here. Mark, Maria, Brad, and Jen weren’t members of the harem. They were guests. Selene invited them to play tonight, and they had discussed their rules for guests, or one-night stands. So long as one of his girlfriends was there and willing to let him play with them, any women she wanted him to sleep with were fair game if he wanted to fuck them. Mindy and Beth, Kat and Beth, and Rani and Thalia were good examples of that in practice.  

In theory, he was okay with that, but Beth and Thalia didn’t have significant others. Jen had the extra complication of Brad, who was Arthur’s best male friend. He’d never do anything to cross a line with Brad, and that included even flirting with his girlfriend. Same with Mark. For Jen’s part, even without considering Brad, she didn’t seem enthusiastic about doing anything with Arthur. So, he wasn’t interested in doing anything with her directly. 

Maria, however, was enthusiastic about the idea. She’d made her desire for Arthur plain, and Mark was keen to watch. So why was he letting their friendship make it weird?

Shame. Arthur was ashamed to let his friends see him this way, in a way they might judge, despite their own participation and mimicry. That’s all shame was, really, when he boiled it down: fear of the judgment of others. Yet that wasn’t allowed here, and his constant yielding to it had clearly hindered things and made it awkward. It was time for him to shed his fear and embrace the side of himself he had kept hidden from his friends. After all, they wanted him to play the role of Master tonight, so he might as well make it his best performance yet. 

“If I want to ass-fuck my slave raw, then that’s what I’ll do, Sugartits, and I don’t need your permission.” Arthur’s voice was deep and firm, unyielding to any inquiry or concern.  

Maria’s eyes went wide, and she trembled slightly as she swallowed. Mark, Brad, and Jen looked nervously at each other. Selene closed her eyes as goosebumps spread across her thighs from her dripping pussy. 

“But to answer your question, no,” Arthur said. “I pride myself on following the rules of safe, sane, and consensual, and while it might be the latter, it wouldn’t be safe to fuck her ass raw like this, even though I know she keeps herself prepped for it, like a good slave.” 

Selene nodded. 

“The truth is, the only time my Slut has ever uttered her safeword is from our first attempt to do anal. She needs to play with a sizable plug and stretch her asshole out before she can take me. I imagine that’s why she brought them in the briefcase she left in your car.”  

Selene nodded, and Arthur smiled as he notched himself against Selene’s pussy. 

He bent over her slightly, making sure she heard him. “You don’t have permission to cum.” Arthur told her. “I’m going to use you for my pleasure, and if you cum without permission, not only will I lock you in a chastity belt for the rest of your slave time, but I’ll spank you with my belt instead of my hand, and make you wear the biggest butt plug I own while I do it. Do you understand?” 

Selene nodded furiously, even saying “Yeth Thir” through her thong panty gag. 

Arthur returned his attention to Maria, who stood in her thong. Jen had paused in her undressing of Maria, watching Selene with curious, lust-filled eyes. 

“Do you want me to get the briefcase from the car?” Maria asked. 

“After Sweetcheeks finishes undressing you, if your master is agreeable to accompanying you, you can run to your car and fetch the briefcase. I didn’t reach my release from the blowjobs, so I thought I’d try to satisfy myself with my slave’s pussy. You can watch, if you’d like, and imagine it’s you bent over in her place.” 

Maria glanced at Mark, who nodded. Maria nodded. “Yes, Master Arthur,” 

The room gasped as Arthur pushed into Selene’s pussy, her rosy face turning red as her upper half strained to maintain its composure. Arthur’s grip on her braid and makeshift leash kept her bent over the sofa. He moved both hands to her hips, holding her in place and making her eyelids flutter as he drove into her. 

He pushed himself in as far as she could take him, then he backed out and started pumping. He was neither gentle nor kind, slamming into her cheeks with his hips as he drove into her, roughly fucking her pussy. Any pleasure she received from her clit smashing against the rigid beam on the back of the couch was incidental. 

The tension on her scalp from his pulling her braid; the slight grip of her collar around her throat; the tight binding of her wrists; the embarrassment from the lewd spreading of her legs; Mark, Maria, Brad, and Jen watching her and getting aroused by her; her tits hanging toward the couch, bouncing roughly with every thrust; and Arthur’s deep rumbling growl of effort combined with the pleasure his dick and the sofa made Selene slam her against her orgasm after less than two-minute of effort. 

She quivered and shook, squeezing and tightening against Arthur inside her with every ounce of her core muscles. Her stomach contracted, squeezing his dick as she undulated the muscles there, a trick she’d clearly practiced. Yet Arthur wasn’t ready to blow his load, and he didn’t cum to the shock of his friends.  

“You fucking Slut.” Arthur said, shaking his head as he slowed and then stopped. “Didn’t I tell you not to cum? This was for my pleasure, not yours.” 

Selene spat out the thong. “I’m sorry, Master! I couldn’t help it!” 

“You need to learn self-control, Slut.” Arthur growled as he pulled to an upright position by her braid. “Looks like I’m going to have to teach it to you.” 

Arthur turned to see if Jen had finished stripping Maria yet, but both women had remained frozen, watching him fuck Selene from behind. Mark and Brad also stared at him, with Mark’s hand no longer moving. Were they judging him? No, but he’d shocked them with his brutality. They’d never seen him fuck. 

“Looks like your slaves are trying to earn a punishment of their own,” Arthur said, nodding toward Jen and Maria. “Or did you tell Sweetcheeks to stop undressing Sugartits?” 

Brad and Mark swiveled their heads to look at Jen and Maria, who snapped back into action as if Arthur whipped them.

Jen pulled Maria’s thong to the floor in record time, walking on her knees around the woman as she struggled and nearly tore the tiny white g-string in her efforts. With both of them naked except for their high heels, wrist and ankle cuffs, and collars, they made quite a sight in their display positions. Maria’s heavy breasts hung like thick slabs on her short, thicc frame; her pale thighs made for grabbing. 

Jen’s more petite frame still had some curves by her hips and breasts. Her toned legs and body showed the results of efforts at the gym meant to maintain a heroic physique without sacrificing her soft femininity.

Selene dropped to her knees, her arms still bound behind her as she opened her mouth and waited for Arthur to face-fuck her to his completion. 

“Oh, you want to suck my cock?” Arthur asked, shaking his head at Selene. “It’s too late for that, Slut. You’re going to take your punishment for losing the contest, and as soon as we get home tonight, that chastity belt is going on. Until then…” He turned his attention to Mark. “Would you still be willing to run to the car with Sugartits?” 

Mark hopped up from the couch, closing his pants as he moved, and stumbling in the combined effort. Maria caught him, smiling slightly as he took her by the wrist. “Come on, Sugartits.” He said as he picked up her purse. “Lead the way.” 

Maria eyed him, knowing what was coming as she stepped in front of him. Sure enough, Mark swatted her behind as she walked, a light tap that made her clench and hustle as his fascination with her huge, round ass grew with every jiggle. 

“Be right back,” Mark assured Arthur. “Unless I decide to fuck her on the way there.” 

Arthur chuckled. “There are people in the basement downstairs, so maybe don’t spend too much time outside. We’re pretty isolated, but keep your eyes open so she’s safe. That’s why you’re going with her, to keep her safe as she gets the thrill of walking naked outdoors.”

Mark saluted and held the door open for Maria to slip through the laundry room and leave through the garage. “Aye, Captain.” 

Arthur chuckled and turned his attention to Selene as the door closed. “Stand up and turn around.” 

Selene stood, and Arthur untied her wrists, letting her drop her hands. He left the rope on the sofa. Jen crawled across the couch to reach Brad, cuddling against his side as he gestured for her. She snaked her hand under the pile of her clothes on his lap and started stroking him as they kissed. They went at it with five times the speed and passion they’d done before, and Brad took his cue to reach between Jen’s legs and finger her as she pumped him. 

“See the effect you have on our friends?” Arthur asked, turning Selene’s face toward Brad and Jen. She kept her blue eyes on the pair as they went at it, only fueled more by an audience. 

“Think she’ll make him cum twice before you get me off once?” Arthur asked. “I wonder what your punishment should be then.” 

“Please, Master, I’ll do whatever you want me to,” Selene said. “You didn’t have to stop fucking me just because I came. Use me. Or let me go to work. I’ll get you off before Jen gets Brad off a second time, I promise.” 

“Alright, Slut,” Arthur said. “You have my permission to try to get me off. If Brad cums before I do, you’ll earn a third punishment.” 

Selene grabbed his dick, pumping it with her hand wrapped tight around his girth as she moved to her toes to kiss him. Arthur kissed her in return until she pulled away by dropping to her heels, and moving toward the sofa with her hand still on his dick. He followed. 

Selene tilted sideways, doing a vertical split. She kept one foot firmly planted on the floor. The other she raised straight to the ceiling, opening herself to him entirely. She kept one hand on his dick, and the other she braced against the edge of the sofa. With her elbows slightly bent and legs straight, the sheer acrobatic nature of the pose was exotic and enticing. 

She guided him to her entrance and had to move to her toes to get the proper alignment. Even then, Arthur had to bend his knees a touch to make it work. Once he was aligned, Selene pulled him forward, and he entered her, sheathing himself inside her as she moaned at the sensation. He held her leg as her thigh pressed vertically against his torso, and she sucked her stomach in, undulating her core muscles in a move that sucked him inside her. His eyes nearly crossed at the sensation, but he held firm, shifting his stance to pump himself through the slick resistance. 

Instead, she pushed against him, moving from her heel to her toes and using her arms to pump herself on his cock. If Arthur hadn’t held himself back, he would’ve cum almost immediately. Instead, he withstood the onslaught even as the ridiculously complex motion made him lose his mind. His grip on her thigh tightened, indenting her taut flesh with his fingertips. 

“Please, Master,” Selene begged. “Please. Fill me with your cum, fill your slave, and let her fulfill her purpose.” 

Arthur checked on Brad and Jen, noticing that they’d stopped. Not because Brad had cum, but because they were watching Selene and Arthur with astonishment. 

“I can’t do that,” Jen said, shaking her head as she looked at Brad. “I’m not that flexible.” 

“That’s okay,” Brad said. “But damn. That’s hot.” 

~~~

Mark closed the door behind Maria, passing through the laundry room for the garage. The garage door took its time opening, so Mark had the opportunity to grope Maria’s ass and squeeze. 

“I know this whole thing was your idea, but how are you doing with it?” Mark asked. “You okay? You’ve never shown much interest in bondage and stuff before.” 

“I’m more than okay, Master,” Maria said in a sultry voice. “I know our attempt with handcuffs didn’t really do it for either of us, but this is a whole ‘nother level. It’s hot, right? I’m dripping here.” She looked down, checking the step she stood on to see if she had actually dripped onto the floor. 

“It’s the hottest thing we’ve ever done.” Mark agreed. “Not sure I make a good Master, but I’m digging the scenery.” 

Maria gave him a flirty smile over her shoulder and stepped away, reaching the garage door as it passed her head. “And it wasn’t my idea. It was Selene’s. I mean, Slut’s.” 

“Yeah,” Mark said, nodding. “Geez. I knew they were kinky, but this is like, advanced. I could never be as rough and wild as they are.” 

“We just need practice,” Maria said, shrugging as she looked around. “Did you hear that?” She asked, halfway to her car and ducking behind Rani’s. 

Mark raised his head, looking around in a pale imitation of a prairie dog over the car roof. “What’d you hear?” 

“It sounded like voices, over there, around the side of the house,” Maria said, pointing toward the wall. They’d parked at the head of the small line of cars in the circle, on the other side of the front steps from the garage. 

“I’ll check,” Mark said, creeping ahead. He stopped at the corner and peeked around. He stayed there a few seconds, then moved quickly back to Maria. “Kelly is spraying some girl with a hose.” He said. “I didn’t see her face, but it looked like Kelly, Kat, and that Katelyn woman were in bikinis.” 

“I guess everybody’s playing tonight,” Maria said, shaking her head. “Oh, shit, I forgot my–” She stopped when Mark held up her purse in his hand. “Aw, I totally forgot it.” 

“I know,” Mark said, kissing her cheek. “I figured, how are we going to get into your car if you’re naked? But since this was behind the couch, I just grabbed it and hoped your keys were in here.” 

“Thanks, Master,” Maria said, kissing him. 

Mark kissed her in return and would’ve gotten distracted if Maria hadn’t backed against her car, making her squeak at the touch of cold fiberglass against her backside. He chuckled as he stepped away, leaving her purse in her hands. She didn’t need to open it for the key fob to work, and the small clutch purse let her access the backseat. She pulled out a sizeable briefcase, and held it in front of her with her purse under her arm. 

Mark took the briefcase from her and nodded toward the garage. “Come on.” He said, hooking his finger through the ring of her collar and leading her as he walked. “I can’t wait to see what’s inside.” 

Maria gave him a knowing look and followed his lead through the garage and back to the family room. They left the garage door open behind them, though neither realized it. 

~~~

Mindy turned her attention to the food after the other girls left, leaving Rani on her phone, leaning against the counter. She’d chosen each dish based on the comments and answers the others had given her about what they typically enjoyed, and Mindy was excited to share her favorite dishes with them. Korean food was her family’s specialty, though her father dabbled in multiple Asian and American cuisines. 

The rice and noodles provided a decent central course for the unadventurous, but she hoped they loved the bibimbap, kimchi fried rice, bulgogi, japchae, kan poong gi, and kun-mandu. She hummed to herself happily as she unpacked the bags, spreading the food out on the counter so that everyone could try a taste of everything, with some backups in case people wanted more of one thing and less of another. 

“What were you showing Kelly on your phone earlier?” Mindy asked when she glanced over at Rani, who was reading something on her phone and shaking her head. 

“I snapped some shots of Lynn’s diary,” Rani said, pointing at her phone. “That bitch is crazy, and apparently fantasizes about Kelly humiliating her on the regular.” 

“Oh my god, really?” Mindy asked. “Can I read?” 

Rani passed her the phone, and Mindy devoured it as Rani surveyed the food. 

“By the way, your delivery guy was a little male-gazey,” Rani said as Mindy looked up from her phone. 

“Who was it?” Mindy asked. 

“Yu-Jun?” Rani said, pronouncing it as close to correctly as she could. 

“Yu-Jun,” Mindy repeated in a different cadence. “Did he make you uncomfortable? He’s usually pretty friendly and works very closely with my Appa. He’s his unofficial apprentice.” 

“Not uncomfortable,” Rani said, shrugging. “He was kinda cute, just awkward. Honestly, if it’d been two or three weeks ago, I would’ve offered him a blowjob for a tip.” 

Mindy giggled. “I used to have such a crush on him.” 

“Really?” Rani asked, surprised. 

“Sure,” Mindy said. “I was younger when he started working for my dad. He was this hot older guy who paid attention to me, taught me things in the kitchen, and treated me more like an adult than my parents did. He’s not that much older either, I think he’s twenty-six?” 

“Do you still have a crush on him?” Rani asked. 

Mindy giggled and shook her head. “No, I outgrew it years ago. If he did anything creepy, just let me know, I can talk to him.” 

“Nah, he seemed pretty harmless, just a bit awkward, and I think he lingered so that he could get a view of my ass in this bikini.” Rani smacked her hip. 

“It’s a good ass.” Mindy nodded, agreeing. 

“Fuck you, it’s a great ass,” Rani said, smacking Mindy’s ass, which made Mindy squeal and raise her foot behind her as if to block Rani’s access without any threat of doing so. 

“Was he better or worse than the pizza delivery guy? Because that guy seemed pretty pissed off that we all had a boyfriend and weren’t going to pull him into the pool for a porno. Major creep vibes.” Mindy said. 

“Oh, that might have been my fault,” Rani said, wincing. “When we ordered pizza after the photoshoot, I dared Thalia to answer the door naked.”

“Ah,” Mindy said, nodding. “Yeah, that’s what he said. Something about a naked Amazon.” 

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Rani patted Mindy’s ass where she’d slapped it before. 

Mindy wriggled, but didn’t try to get away.  

“This stuff smells amazing,” Rani said, coming up behind Mindy and hooking her arms around her middle. 

Mindy giggled, pressing back against Rani’s soft flesh and stiff piercings. “I hope you like it.” She said. “My appa’s cooking is delicious, but these are some of my favorite recipes. It’s not the same as if I cooked for you, but it’s kinda like it. I don’t usually get to share my culture with my friends.” 

“You don’t?” Rani asked, kissing Mindy’s cheek. “Didn’t you have any white friends growing up?” 

“My church friends are all Korean,” Mindy said. “And my school friends rarely came over to my place. I went to theirs, but they didn’t want to make a big deal about race or culture, and most of them just pretended I was like them, or they said some very incorrect things. I had one friend, who I was pretty close to until Freshman year of high school, ask me if it was okay for her to wear a kimono for Halloween.” 

Rani winced. “Race and culture can be an uncomfortable subject for white people.” She shrugged. “White guilt runs deep.” 

“I guess,” Mindy said. “But I enjoy sharing my culture with my friends, I wouldn’t be mad if people wore a hanbok for Halloween, so long as they were celebrating Korean culture and not mocking it, you know?” 

“I get it,” Rani said. “It’s just a tricky subject. A lot of white people are uncomfortable talking about race, but that’s because historically they’ve been pretty bad about it. Not just slavery, either. Honestly, though, I prefer they do their own research rather than making me tell them everything I know about India. I grew up in the States, and it’s not my job to educate people about my culture. I’m over it.”

“I guess I haven’t had the time to get tired of it,” Mindy said, shrugging. “Though I would prefer people do their research instead of just assuming I’m Japanese or that Korean culture is the same as Japanese or Chinese. If one more person assumes Mulan is my favorite Disney princess, I’mma slap a bitch.” 

 Rani chuckled. “She’s not even a princess, right? And pretty famously Chinese.” 

“Exactly,” Mindy said. 

“Besides, your favorite’s Ariel,” Rani said, patting Mindy’s butt. 

Mindy stopped, looking over her shoulder at Rani. “How did you know that?” 

“You told me? I’m pretty sure you mentioned it and your love of mermaids in the same breath.” Rani said, kissing Mindy’s shoulder. 

Mindy relaxed in Rani’s arms, closing her eyes and squeezing her hands over Rani’s as they rested across her stomach. It was the closest to a hug she could get without turning around. 

“At least Arthur and the others don’t treat us differently for our ethnicity,” Rani said, reverting the subject of conversation to its original topic. 

“Even when we tell him it’s okay,” Mindy said, shaking her head. 

Rani chuckled, running her hands along Mindy’s hips as she finished setting out the dishes and stood still. “Yeah, poor guy didn’t know what to do when we asked for some spicy race play.” 

“Yeah, I still don’t know if I enjoyed that,” Mindy said, frowning as she contemplated that evening. 

“For me, it’s not really any different than any other form of degradation play. It’s not my de facto favorite, but when the mood strikes? I don’t see much difference between Arthur calling me a slave or a desi slave, you know? It can be hot in the right circumstances. Besides, it can be fun to objectify him and his big white cock.”  

Mindy giggled. “I guess so.” She turned to face Rani, spinning around in her arms and wrapping hers around Rani’s middle.

Rani kissed her, making out with her as they stood in Lynn’s kitchen with their arms around each other. “Baghwan, you’re so hot in that bikini. I just want to tear it off you.” 

“So what’s stopping you?” Mindy asked, winking at Rani. “We can fool around while the others are off doing whatever, right?” 

Rani grinned. She kissed Mindy, sliding her hands into Mindy’s bikini to find her dry but warming. She rubbed her fingers on the outside in a slow circle, making Mindy bite Rani’s bottom lip. Mindy returned the slip-in, finding Rani wet and rubbing against her hand more than her hand rubbing her. 

Rani’s other hand reached behind Mindy, untying her paltry bikini top in one smooth pull. The halter tie behind her neck opened, and the small triangles of fabric indenting her breasts fell away. Pale white lines on Mindy’s flesh were the only evidence they’d ever been there. One tug on the string in the center of her back, and the bikini top fell to the kitchen floor. 

“I think I’m going to have a Korean appetizer before dinner,” Rani said, licking her lips as she pulled away to admire Mindy’s tits. 

Mindy stepped back, her butt against the island counter as she squeezed her breasts together. “Whatever you wish, my Queen.” 

Rani lowered her lips to Mindy’s breasts, sucking more than kissing as she made her way around the soft, squishy flesh surrounding her nipple. When she reached Mindy’s nipple, it was stiff and firm for her, and her tongue flicked the underside as she sucked. 

“Oh, fuck!” Mindy said, grabbing Rani’s head and holding it in place against her with both hands. 

Rani reached below, tugging at the strings of Mindy’s bottoms with both hands until they fell to the floor. The tiny red bikini was laundry now, and Mindy was naked in the kitchen with the food behind her and Rani before her, sucking her nipple and spreading her pussy lips with her fingers as she rubbed pleasure into Mindy with every passing stroke. 

Rani switched breasts as Mindy spread her legs. Mindy reached behind herself, releasing Rani’s head and holding herself up on the counter behind her as she bent her knees. Rani sucked her breast and tongue-flicked her nipple, making Mindy’s breathing shift into high gear as her fingers spread her labia below. 

“Hm… If this were my apartment, I’d strap a dildo on and fuck you right here on the counter.” Rani said as she kissed her way down Mindy’s stomach and groin, until she arrived at her destination. Kneeling between Mindy’s open thighs, she licked Mindy’s pussy from bottom to top in several quick strokes, working her tongue deeper each time until her folds unfolded and dripped her arousal onto Rani’s lips. 

“That’s a good Whore.” Rani said, grinning at Mindy’s blushing face and closed eyes. She pressed a finger against Mindy’s entrance, but didn’t slide it in yet. She let her tongue explore first, knowing she had found a sensitive spot when Mindy grabbed her head. 

“Gah.” Mindy gasped. “First Kelly and now you. Is everyone in the harem good at eating pussy?” 

“Kelly ate you out earlier?” Rani asked, keeping her finger notched at Mindy’s entrance. 

“Yeah.” Mindy gasped. “Before everyone else got here, when it was just her and me in the study upstairs.” 

“Mmm…” Rani sucked on Mindy’s clit, making her grip the counter tighter and scrunch her face in the most adorable attempt to hold back the overwhelming pleasure. “Who’s better?” 

“What?” Mindy asked, confused. 

“Who’s better at eating your pussy?” Rani asked. “Me or Kelly?” 

“Oh… uh… I don’t know. I just know I’m not as good at it as either of you are.” Mindy said, holding on for dear life as Rani sucked, licked, and nibbled. 

“You just need practice,” Rani assured her. “I can help with that.” She pulled Mindy down as she laid on the kitchen floor between the counters. She sucked in a breath as the cold tiles struck her back. 

Mindy realized what Rani was suggesting, and giggled as she placed her knees beside Rani’s head. She bent over her and untied her bikini bottoms, pulling them away and tossing them toward her own. That left Rani in her gold bikini top and her jewelry, as Mindy sat on her face and bent over her for sixty-nine. 

Mindy opened her mouth over Rani’s pussy, tasting the savory woman’s skin as she licked and ate her from above. Rani returned the favor, ravaging Mindy as she gripped her thighs and held her in place so that she could feast. 

Mindy did her best to mirror Rani, trying to hold her release back despite the pleasure until Rani was closer to hers. They feasted together, enjoying each other’s bodies, knowing they could be interrupted by the others returning at any moment, which honestly made it even hotter. 

Unfortunately, they weren’t interrupted by the sound of the door, or the trudging return of the others from wherever they’d gone - Mindy assumed the pool house. Instead, a scream pierced the air outside and clattered against the window, reaching Mindy’s ears easier than Rani’s. 

Mindy opened her thighs and sat up, quickly moving off Rani’s face, but struggled to stand as sudden dizziness struck from the effort. 

“What’s wrong?” Rani asked, blinking at the sudden influx of light from above. 

“Didn’t you hear that?” Mindy asked, looking out the window above the kitchen sink to the patio. “Oh my god! Come on!” She reached for Rani to help her up, and a confused Rani took her hand and followed her outside.