0 comments/ 79328 views/ 15 favorites Recruiting a Harem By: fetishfanatic This story is entirely a work of fantasy so please do not criticise for a lack of realism it doesn't even pretend to possess. Please be aware that there are asphyxiation, body hair and odour, scat, and masochistic themes so don't read on if you are offended by any of these particular fetishes. All of the characters are older than 18 and you should be too! Many thanks, ff. Beginnings: The Time of Choosing Sheik Sulaiman ibn Khurradabeh was the crown prince of a rather obscure kingdom on the east coast of the Arabian Peninsula. The kingdom was too oil poor to garner any real international attention, but certainly rich enough to provide a decadent lifestyle for the massive royal clan. Sulaiman still lived in his father's palace which was a huge limestone affair with quartz faceting, innumerable opulent rooms, and extensive - and rather beautiful - gardens. Unlike some of its neighbours the prince's country had instituted several progressive reforms. Despite a long tradition of lavish and self-centred living amongst the royalty in general, a series of western-educated rulers had abolished slavery, granted freedom of speech, and instituted comprehensive programmes of free healthcare, welfare and education. The king was currently working on a programme of electoral reform with his son, a programme designed to bring some form of popular representation to the kingdom within the next decade. There had been no calls for democracy as yet from the citizenry – who tended to invest the royal family with a semi-divine status – but the king and the prince knew change was only a matter of time and wanted to make the transition as efficient as possible. However, all in the royal family were traditionalists in one respect; namely, that their wealth and power could be acceptably used to satisfy a hereditary voracious sexual appetite and inbred deviancy. Every female in the palace was a willing slut, recruited solely for their eagerness to comply with the variegated perverse needs of the many princes and royal cousins. Almost every fetish was accounted for; there were tiny curvaceous women, lithe and beautiful women, there were huge women with enormous breasts and arses, lactating women, hairy women, women with gaping arses and pussies, women employed solely on the basis of beautiful feet or legs, and women of almost every colour and ethnicity. Then there were those employed for certain dispositions: those who were willing cumsluts or painsluts or pissmops, those who liked nothing more than to have their rectums filled with huge Arab cocks, those who eagerly rimmed their masters' hairy Arab arses, and those who could be brought to orgasm just by licking the sweat from their masters' bodies. In total the palace contained thousands of girls, the only constant being that they were all prepared to willingly participate in almost every kind of perverted and disgusting act. Today was Sulaiman's twenty-second birthday, and the good-looking prince with his tall, muscular build and curly black hair, brown skin, and attractive face was standing at the top of the steps overlooking the royal courtyard. It was Sulaiman's first time of choosing, that is to say the day upon which he was allowed to adopt one of the palace staff or one of the hundreds of petitioners from the surrounding countryside into his own personal harem. This meant that the girl chosen would willingly devote her life entirely to the satisfaction of her master's needs and would be off limits to any of the other members of the royal clan without her master's consent. To be chosen was a great honour for the girls; it meant a life of great wealth and privilege and potentially an opportunity to eventually marry into the ruling dynasty. Of course, any member of a royal harem might leave at any time – this was part of the Great Freedom implemented by Sulaiman's grandfather – but in practice this had only occurred once or twice in the last 60 years. Beside Sulaiman, in the centre of the platform above the steps, sat his father, Sheik Abdul ibn Khurradabeh; his favourite throne had been moved outside for the occasion. He was currently being pleasured by two very lithe and very blonde western women as he oversaw the ceremony. Glancing at them Sulaiman vaguely recalled their names as Helga and Olga, and he spent a second watching with admiration at the lengths his father would go to, to satisfy his particular perversions. This throne was a relatively simply affair and was only remarkable for the large hole to be found in the seat. This served a very kinky purpose; with his robe pulled up at the back Helga, who was lying on her back under the throne, was able to energetically tongue the king's hairy old Arab ass. Meanwhile Olga, who was on her knees in front of the king and who had been selected for this very purpose, had his entire 10 inch cock down her throat and was rhythmically contracting it to bring the king to orgasm. Sulaiman silently applauded his father's efforts although perhaps not his choice of the Swedish harem girls – he was much more into Arab girls himself – and felt his huge 12 inch cock began to grow underneath his light robe. He heard an audible gasp, and turned to look down on the hundreds of beautiful girls standing in the blazing heat before the steps. The girls were in lines of fifty and were at least eight rows deep. Almost every conceivable type of girl was present in almost every kind of conceivable outfit, all doing their utmost to impress Sulaiman. There were naked Nubians, Caucasians dressed as cheerleaders, Slavs dressed only in high heels and nipple clamps, Asians in bodysuits, Iranians with highly visible buttplugs, hairy Arab women, and dozens of other combinations. Sulaiman felt his dick stiffen a little harder as his eyes wandered over the amazing assortment of beautiful and willing young sluts. Suddenly he was given permission to roam by his father and Sulaiman spent the next 3 hours inspecting the motionless and silent girls. He would fondle breasts, flick clits, finger rectums, sniff armpits and, very occasionally, briefly kiss some of the more lovely candidates. Sometimes he would ask occasional questions: "How much do you like to have your rectum pronged? What is your kinkiest fetish? How often do you shave yourself? Have you ever tried your own piss?" and so on. Sometimes the questions would be of a less sexual nature: one girl was asked what her favourite film was, while another was required to explain her level of education. Just five times was a rose handed out by the prince; the recipients were required to retire to the prince's quarters while hundreds of disappointed young sluts were dismissed back to their jobs at the palace or to local farms. At the end of the initial inspection Sulaiman returned to his father. By now Olga was gulping down a torrent of the Arab king's steaming piss, while the sluttish Helga looked like she was coming just from licking the sweat and dirt from Abdul's feet. Sulaiman felt no discomfort witnessing these acts; he knew that some of his friends from Harvard would have been shocked or repulsed, but his whole life had been lived witnessing and indulging in the many perverted fantasies of the Khuraddabeh clan. Attracting his father's attention, he intoned the ritualistic formula "Oh king, from the many I have chosen those most worthy". The king smiled proudly at his son, admiring his manly poise, "Well done my son. Go now and choose the best from the worthy. Put these girls to the test until you find the most kinky, most depraved, yet most perfect companion you could dream of. The first of the harem is always the most important. However, remember son, that you may select only one". Sulaiman returned his father's smile: "Of course father. Though I think it might be difficult; those chosen were of unusual beauty and deviancy". With a final bow to his father, Sulaiman departed for his rooms chuckling to himself as he heard the delighted squeal which greeted his father's command for Helga to take his large Arab cock up her perky rectum. He reached his apartments and decided to only change his sweaty robes rather than bathe fully so eager was he to begin the second phase of his inspection. He entered his bedroom and was pleased to note the shiver of excited anticipation which greeted his arrival. Immediately, Sulaiman walked forwards and fondled the pussies of the five beautiful girls, checking to make sure that they were dripping wet. One girl's pussy was only mildly moist and she was instantly dismissed – the depraved prince needed the kind of harem girl who would be beside herself with lust in anticipation of the perverted tasks he might require. He stood back and looked at the girls quietly for a moment when suddenly he remembered his uncle Rashid's advice. Sulaiman pointed to the girl on the left, "Introduce yourself my dear and tell me the type of disgusting slut you are that would make you worthy of my harem!" Molly The girl was a pale redhead from Ireland with beautiful green eyes, perky tits and a large, delectable arse on a slender frame. "My name is Molly, your highness" she began before lapsing into silence. Although Sulaiman normally favoured eastern girls there was something captivating in this Irish girl's voice and body – a certain vitality. He ignored her initial failure to obey his exact instructions, and smiling at her said "And why, Molly, do you feel you are worthy of my harem?" Molly seemed to draw strength from the prince's smile, throwing back her auburn hair she replied "Well my lord. My personal aphrodisiac is cum. I am addicted to the smell, the feel, and particularly the taste of sticky man goo. I love nothing to rub it into my skin and my hair; in fact I once rubbed it into my eyes - the sting terrible but the thrill of depravity made me cum constantly for almost an hour. My lord, I have snorted cum, gurgled cum, eaten cum with my meals – once, even, I lived off nothing but cum for a month. As you can imagine I had to eat many hundreds of loads a day to keep my strength up. I may just be the biggest cumslut in the world." Sulaiman felt his cock jerk violently; if what Molly was saying was true then the girl was obviously filthy beyond imagining. "Well my dear, I must say I am intrigued by your personal fetish. I can produce rather a large load myself, but I must ask: your addiction to cum is titillating but what exactly is in it for me?" Molly had a ready answer: "Well, my lord, as a cumslut I obviously need to suck a lot of cocks. This then is my special talent; I can deep-throat anything." She glanced down at the huge bulge in the front of Sulaiman's robe, "even your massive member my lord." Sulaiman was both impressed and amused; impressed because he had never had a girl manage all of his length and girth down her throat before, and amused because a couple of the girls to Molly's right had shaken their heads in disbelief. "Well my dear, it appears as if some of your friends place little faith in your claims. Perhaps a demonstration is in order?" The perk Irish slut licked her lips; this was the kind of opportunity she had been waiting for to show off her special skills. "With my lord's permission?" she inquired, and after receiving a response in the affirmative she got on her knees and crawled over to Sulaiman, taking every opportunity to shake her sexy arse. She knelt before him and began to tongue the outline of the Arab prince's huge cock through his robe. She worked up and down the shaft, causing it to spasm every time she gently tongued the head. After some minutes she got Sulaiman ro remove his robe and she sat for a few seconds awestruck by the humongous dong before her. It was almost a foot-long and was wide and veiny. It pulsated almost threateningly before her but Molly felt only desire. The prince had been out in the blazing sun for hours and so the cock was clearly sweaty and smelly, but that only heightened the Irish slut's desire. She grabbed the base and spent a minute simply rubbing the sweaty shaft over her face, breathing in its rancid smell and rubbing as much of its stink residue into her pores as possible. Then, without further ado, she slammed her mouth down on Sulaiman's cock taking in all but the last inch. For Sulaiman the sensations were incredible. He had been turned on beyond measure when Molly had seemed to obviously delight in his sticky cock, and he had considered ordering her to clean his sweaty scrotum and anus as well. Before he could open his mouth, however, she had violently flung her head down on his cock and had taken it almost to the hilt, her throat muscles and tongue pleasuring all but the final inch of his massive prong. He was in absolute heaven, never having had so much of his cock thrust down a slut's throat before, and was annoyed when Molly jerked her head off gasping for air. "You are good slut, but based on that performance you are hardly the exquisite cocksucker you claim to be." Molly looked like she had been slapped as she knelt red-faced and panting. Suddenly her face became more determined: "I have a suggestion my lord. A normal person can go without breathing for about 4 minutes, through intensive training I can last about 6 minutes before I fall into unconsciousness. What I suggest my lord is that you brutally pull my face on to your huge cock and ram every last inch down my throat. I then suggest you roughly and deeply throat-fuck me until you blow a sticky load deep into my belly. Of course there are dangers in not breathing for so long, but I accept the risks as worth the potential rewards for success. Sulaiman was shocked by both the determination on her face and her sentiments. He could hardly believe that this depraved slut was prepared to asphyxiate herself simply to pleasure his massive member. However, he was hugely horny and wanted nothing more than to experience the sensation of every inch of his cock in Molly's mouth. Without answering her he grabbed the hair at the back of her head and violently thrust his prong as deep as possible into the willing slut's mouth. The gagging and choking noises were explosive, as was the torrent of drool slipping from Molly's obscenely stretched gullet, but Sulaiman could feel his cock begin to spasm as he felt not only all of his prick shoved down the curvy slut's throat but a soft tongue tickling his scrotum. For several minutes he shoved in and out of her throat, withdrawing only a couple of inches each time, and felt her body tremble as she fought for air. Suddenly his cock began to tremble and his scrotum clenched and he knew orgasm was just a few seconds away. "Molly if you can hear me" he shouted, "I'm going to cum now. I want you to pull off my cock and hold your eyes open with your fingers." Somehow, the asphyxiated slut managed to obey, and Sulaiman came, now looking down at the tears falling from her bulging eyes, the spittle covering her lower face and torso, and her red heaving body. He shot his load into her right eye and then her left and repeated the process shooting four sticky strands into each eye. He watched lust-crazy and fascinated as Molly's body shook with a massive orgasm and girlcum spurted from her pussy. Sulaiman sensed that had Molly had the requisite air, she would be screaming out with pain and pleasure. He sank to his knees and watched exhaustedly as Molly regained her breath and cleaned her eyes. Several minutes later a red-eyed Molly hoarsely whispered, "My lord, not only was that the hardest orgasm of my depraved life but that was also the tastiest cum. Whether I am chosen or not I will leave happy that I have experienced pleasure beyond any I have ever known." A massively impressed Sulaiman kissed Molly on the lips and felt his cock begin to stir again as she thrust her dainty little tongue into his mouth. He broke off and looked her in the eyes, "You too" he said "have granted me the best orgasm of my life". He grinned at her, "go and take a well deserved rest girl, while I continue my harem inspection. Know however, that it will take some doing to trump you my filthy little strumpet. Now go." Still slightly red and breathing hard, a happy and satisfied Molly left the prince's bedchamber. Waving casually at the three remaining girls who had been watching the exchange with their pussies becoming ever wetter by the second, Sulaiman said "You may amuse yourselves with each other for a while. I am just going to close my eyes while I regain my energy." As the girls lustily turned to each other the prince drifted off into a tired yet well-satisfied sleep. Ayesha The prince awoke groggily an hour later and blinked open blurry eyes to reveal a thickly-built Iranian girl with a huge round arse slapping the tits and fisting a petite blonde. Both of the girls were moaning with pleasure and Sulaiman felt his huge cock begin to stir. He stretched and sat up which caused all activity in the room to cease as the harem candidates awaited their master's instructions. He motioned at a lithe Arab girl with perky breasts who had obviously been rubbing herself under a long black burka and asked "Why do you remain apart from the others my dear?" She turned her head to look the prince directly in the eyes and he was shocked by the beauty of her slightly angular Arab face and her shock of raven hair. "My lord, for obvious reasons, the others decided to exclude me from their play." Sulaiman laughed in surprise, "I can see little obvious in the decision to exclude one as beautiful as yourself." As the lithe Arab blushed, the curvy Iranian disengaged her fist from her companion's gaping rectum and replied "If it pleases you my lord, we both find Ayesha very beautiful, but we were both put off by her huge tufts of sweaty hair at her armpits and crotch, and by her stinky body odour." Sulaiman felt his cock spasm to its full girth at these words. "So, my beautiful... Ayesha?" he waited for confirmation, "let us begin where we left off a couple of hours ago. Please make yourself comfortable and tell me why you think you are worthy of my harem." In a quiet voice and still blushing furiously Ayesha began: "My lord, I make no claims to having any particular talent or skill when it comes to the practice of sex. Unlike Molly, for example, I could only accommodate about two thirds of your huge Arab prong in my throat. "And unlike these two" she pointed to the Iranian girl and then the petite blonde, "I can neither take more than one prick up my perky ass, nor do I have a high enough pain threshold to engage in many of the more depraved masochistic activities." Sulaiman's eyebrows shot up at this and he looked at the girls to Ayesha's right with greater appreciation. Finally, he turned back to the downcast Arab slut, "So my dear, what can you do?" "It is perhaps not so much a talent my lord, as a state of mind. You see I am obsessed with the body in the natural state, that is to say unwashed and hairy. As you can see, unlike many of the girls who came before you today I am largely covered up by my burka. This has nothing to do with any self-consciousness – in fact I believe I have a wonderfully fuckable body – but simply because wearing this heavy garment under the blazing sun both causes me to sweat profusely and traps the sweaty stink. I know that many in your family have a predilection for hairy and sweaty bodies; I also know that many in your family tend to have hairy and sweaty bodies. I must say my lord, that there is nothing in the world that makes me hornier than to indulge in armpit licking, sweaty scrotum sucking, or stinky ass rimming – and I am just as happy to receive as to give." Sulaiman considered Ayesha's words for a moment. She was certainly right about some of his family's dirtiest kinks. Indeed, one of his first memories had been watching several maids attend one of his uncles after battle practice. Without words four well-trained servants had descended on him; two of them had attached themselves to an armpit each and eagerly sucked the sweaty moisture from his matted hair, one of them had energetically cleaned his sweaty ass crack with her long frantic tongue, and another had roved around his body licking beads of sweat from his forehead, torso, and thighs, before spending several minutes fellating his sweaty and stinky toes. Sulaiman's cock stiffened as he remembered the sounds and the smells and he felt an immediate need to indulge in the most depraved acts with this self-confessed armpit and sweat slut. Recruiting a Harem Gesturing at the other two girls Sulaiman said "You will amuse yourselves silently in that corner." He then looked Ayesha in the eyes. "I normally prefer to have sex out in the open where I can observe every last detail. However, with you I feel something different is in order. You will remove your clothes and will join me under my stifling blanket. We will couple there and hopefully the sweat will run freely and our stink will be trapped." Ayesha smile at the prince and slipped the burka over her head. Sulaiman felt his lust grow even more as he looked over her sweaty body, he was especially gratified to see huge tufts of hair at her vagina and armpits and to smell the Arab slut's stinky odour. He led her over to the bed and bid her lie down on her side before settling down next to her. He reclined under the sheets with her sticky body pressed up to his; he felt his cock slide across her slippery firm belly and her sweaty tits push into his hairy chest. Most of all though he basked in the odour of stinky pheromones – both hers and his – and felt his huge cock begin to twitch of its own volition. Sulaiman leaned in to kiss her and tasted salty, sweaty lips as she eagerly drove her thin tongue into his mouth. With the taste of her skin, the smell of her body, and the feel of his cock rubbing over her wet, sweaty belly Sulaiman almost lost control but just managed to back away in time. He felt beads of sweat begin to trickle down his forehead. "Ayesha, precious, how would you like to begin?" he asked huskily. "My lord, I know exactly how I wish to begin. But I must ask if you share my special kink?" The prince briefly kissed her before replying: "Ayesha your sweaty, hairy, stinky body is just about the most intoxicating thing I have ever seen. I have been on the verge of cumming for the last ten minutes." "Well then my lord, I suggest we do nothing more than writhe together our mouths and fingers searching out sweaty skin at will. I am sure things will develop naturally from there." With those words Sulaiman reached out and brought Ayesha's gasping and pouting mouth to his sweaty forehead, and felt his cock twitch as she made a little mewing sound as she tongued the sweat from his skin. He found himself at the glistening base of Ayesha's neck and dived into the sweaty skin, trying to clean every pore of the delicious and salty stink. He felt Ayesha slide down his body and he licked up her neck and face to her own sweaty forehead as she licked down to his neck and then beyond. The prince closed his eyes as the Arab slut nympho began to lick his stiff and sweaty nipples while simultaneously sliding her free hand down his body and into his sweaty ass crack. He heard her again make that peculiar but highly arousing mewing sound as her fingers delved into hairy, sweaty flesh and felt her body spasm slightly as she brought her fingers back for tasting and sniffing. Gasping she whispered "My lord, I am torn between licking your sweaty armpits and tonguing your hairy ass crack." Sulaiman weighed possibilities. "Right now I would like nothing more than to feel your soft tongue lick the sweat from my ass crack and to feel it probe my stinky anus." Ayesha involuntarily shuddered with lust, "then move on to your front my lord". It took a few seconds for the prince and the willing and depraved slut to reorganise themselves but in the end Ayesha found herself kneeling between the prince's legs with her nose hovering just inches above his sweaty bottom. She frantically gripped and kneaded his hairy cheeks before diving tongue first into his hairy and wet ass crack. Ayesha was in a state of almost unconscious lust, all of her senses overpowered by her filthy fetish. She felt the touch of sticky skin and hair; she saw the beautiful glistening of the prince's brown crack; she smelled the intoxicating perfume of sweat and earthy delights; she could taste the salty, sweaty flesh; and, she could hear the prince's lusty moaning. She dug her tongue in deeper trying to get every last bit of taste she could from the prince's unclean arse and could feel the orgasm begin to grow in her own sweaty loins. On Sulaiman's part the sensations had been amazing, easily on a par with the oral ministration he had received from Molly earlier in the afternoon. However, he decided he needed something more: "Ayesha, my dear, I'm going to move on to my back now. I want you to mount me with your hairy, sweaty pussy and then I want you to make your stinky armpits available for my questing tongue. I am then going to thrust into you as I lick the sweaty drops from your matted armpit hair until we both cum over each other." Ayesha was beside herself with lust and after the prince had manoeuvred himself into the requisite position she impaled her stinky, tight pussy on his foot-long cock. She felt her orgasm build as the prince brutally fucked her, and then felt her pussy explode a torrent of girlcum as his long, rough tongue snaked its way into her matted armpit hair. For Sulaiman the feel of Ayesha's spasming cunt, the smell of sweat and cum, and the beautiful taste of Ayesha's unwashed hair and flesh were too much and his cock spurted pints of sticky cum into the wanton slut's tight tunnel. Sulaiman lay there for a long minute regaining his breath before his attention was caught by the sight of Ayesha collecting up as much of the girlcum and man goo as possible. "What are you doing?" he asked. With a smile that can only be described as utterly depraved Ayesha replied "mmmmm... I am collecting new stink odours for my perverted body." With that she wiped the sticky cocktail into her armpit hair and then her face. Her job completed she curled up against the prince's exhausted brown body and fell asleep. Sulaiman was only a few seconds behind. Sulaiman woke up as darkness was falling, overheated and in need of a long shower before attempting a proper sleep. He extricated himself from both the blanket and the sweaty Arab slut clinging to him, and kissed Ayesha lightly on the lips before sitting up and clapping his hands twice. Suddenly there was a flurry of motion as servants hurried into the room and lamps were lit. The three potential harem girls gradually awoke under Sulaiman's scrutiny. First he addressed Ayesha, "You were wonderful earlier my darling. Go now and join Molly in the guest chambers. Tell her that you may both amuse yourselves in any way you see fit tomorrow, but await my messenger at sundown when you will both be recalled for my judgement". The prince then turned to his servants and instructed them to ready a bath for him and to change his bed coverings before switching his attention to the two remaining, now alert candidates. He pointed to the beautifully plump Persian-looking one, "You will bathe tomorrow morning, slip into my bed at 10 o'clock, and then wake me in any way you see fit". He then pointed at the petite blonde one, "and you my dear will wait until I summon you later in the day". Sulaiman then instructed a servant to show them into a side-chamber. Thirty minutes Sulaiman was back in bed between fresh sheets, his muscled brown body satisfied and ready for sleep. He smiled to himself as he recollected the depraved events of the day – he had received the best blowjob and the best sex of his life – and the prince fell into a deep and contented sleep. Amira Sulaiman awoke to find large, fleshy tits swinging over his face and his cock buried in a hot, clenching tunnel. He looked up to see the Persian's slightly plump face reflecting the delightful sensations of having a foot-long Arab dong completely up her shitter – indeed, Sulaiman had by now worked out that his cock was engulfed by this slut's rectum and not her pussy as he had originally supposed. The pleasure was delightful and his cock was throbbing as her large bottom rhythmically rode his cock. He cleared his throat and she quickly looked down at him with a smile both tentative and depraved. She compacted her body and impaled herself even harder on his cock so she could move down to kiss the Arab prince; their tongues met and Sulaiman felt sparks fly between them as they furiously probed the insides of each other's mouth. Eventually though, the Arab prince broke off the kiss and said "Well my dear, why don't we get better acquainted? Why don't you introduce yourself and tell me why you think yourself worthy of my harem? I must say though, that this is a truly wonderful way to wake up." The girl sat up with her rectum still impaled on Sulaiman's huge prong and stretched her slightly plump body. She had mahogany skin and a large but very beautiful body; gigantic breasts, a huge round bottom, and delightfully thick thighs. Her face was also beautifully plump and she had sparkling green eyes and large gold hooped earrings. "My name is Amira my lord, if I could be so bold would you mind if I could clean your magnificent cock while I tell you a little about myself?" Sulaiman smiled and nodded agreement. They disengaged from each other and he sat up with his back against the headboard, Amira knelt between his open legs. Sulaiman's cock spasmed as he watched her skin ripple as her body shuddered when she lowered her large mouth on to his glistening cock. Eventually she came back up "all clean" she smiled. "Well my lord, I think there have been enough clues to make it clear by now that I am a devotee of the ass. I worship the cheeks, the crack, the anus, and particularly the insides of the arse. I like to take cocks, tongues, and even fists up my own fleshy arse, and am aroused beyond measure by slipping my own tongue and fingers up another's bottom." Amira looked down and blushed, "I also worship the products of the arse, I will happily indulge in any fantasy my lord has concerning his or my own shit and arse juice." The prince was shocked. He had marked her from the start with her beautifully plump body and arse as the perfect buttslut, but he had not imagined her tastes would stretch to coprophilia. This was unusual; there were only a few such true devotes of poop in the palace. Of course all of the servants were happy to oblige this most depraved fetish at a moment's notice, but one could always notice a lack of true enjoyment in the filthy games. Sulaiman looked her in the eyes and felt his cock twitch, "Why don't you tell me how you came to worship the ass and its waste?" he said. Amira's confidence returned as she noticed the muscular prince's large cock twitch and the lust in his husky voice. "Well my lord, I suppose it began a few years ago when my brother buggered me for the first time. I had wandered into his room to ask if I could borrow some money but he wasn't there. I was going to leave when the picture on the TV screen caught my attention. I had a moment of revelation, a realisation of my true place in the world, when I saw this huge blonde woman, with massive thighs and gigantic breasts with two large Arab cocks buried in her rectum. I watched fascinated as her pleasure seemed to grow the harder the two cocks brutally sodomised her, and I suddenly realised I would give everything to take her place. I guess I had always recognised the pleasure I felt as my asshole stretched whenever I produced a long and hard turd, and at the moment I put two and two together to work out that my ass could be used as a source of intensive pleasure. I sat at the edge of the bed in my short night shift and without thought licked a finger and shoved it up by hungry rectum. The position was a bit uncomfortable but the feeling from my arse was beautiful and I soon added another finger. I squirmed for a moment trying to work out how I could get better leverage to drill my fingers in and out of my bottom, when suddenly my brother's voice interrupted me." "Sister darling, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, please allow me to help you." "I know I should have refused or at least been embarrassed but my rectum was on fire, and its need for satisfaction overrode all other emotions. I told my brother to spit on his cock and to shove it as hard as he could up my hungry arse and screamed as I felt his wonderful prong invade my dirty depths. The feeling was incredible and I felt my cum build, but then it reached a crescendo as he interrupted the grunting silence..." "Amira your arse is not clean; my cock is touching your shit." "Every nerve in my body felt electrified and the filthy depravity of his words caused my pussy to gush. I simply snarled at him to fuck me harder, to shove his cock into the steaming filth and to drive it back as deep as possible into me. I told him that I was a shitslut, an anal whore, who would do anything to gain greater pleasure from the arse, and as I realised what these descriptions entailed I felt knees go weak as a torrent of girlcum exploded from my pussy, just as an eruption of man goo filled my large backside." Amira sucked again on Sulaiman's cock as her body shuddered from the memories of the past and the anticipation of the future. "From there it was easy, I found a few accommodating men and women and devoted myself to experimenting with the pleasures an arse could bring. I am now an accomplished giver and receiver of rectal delights and can take almost anything up my meaty backside." Sulaiman could barely contain his horny needs. Not only was this plump Persian girl exceedingly beautiful, but she was willing to fulfil his most disgusting fantasies. "Can you produce he asked?" "Yes my lord" Amira replied, "I feel a long, hard log deep in my guts, but one that may be called forth at any time." Sulaiman grinned at her: "Well then my little slut, here is what we shall do. You are going to rim my anus until I shit and then you are going to catch the hard turd in your hands. Then you are going to bring your own log as close to the opening of your rectum as you can. Then I am going to brutally fuck your shit back into you while you eat my excrement." Amira shuddered with excitement and moaned slightly at these words. The moan turned into a kind of needy mewing when Sulaiman got on to his hand and knees and presented the Persian shitslut with his puckered anus. "My lord is too kind" she muttered before frantically attacking his rectum with her tongue, trying to penetrate as far as possible into the prince's earthy bowels. "Amira are you ready?" the prince called out, "I can feel my log beginning to open my sphincter." "Yes my lord, I am more than ready... Oh!" she cried out as her tongue met the end of the prince's hard brown turd. "This is incredible, it's beautiful" she muttered as she began to fellate the rapidly emerging log. About 7 inches of hard brown waste was emerging from the prince's gaping asshole by this time, and Amira felt her pussy spasm hard as she began to gag on Sulaiman's large shitdick. Eventually she could take no more and backed off to catch the long 11 inch turd in her hands. The texture and rancid smell were amazing and Amira could feel wetness dripping down her thick thighs. "Well my dear, I hope you are pleased by my shitty gift" Sulaiman said with a depraved twinkle in his eyes. "Now, get yourself into position so I may penetrate your own turd-filled rectum." The prince watched as the girl got on her knees and elbows with her nose pressed against his log and her meaty gaping bottom thrust up. "Now my dear, indulge yourself" the prince cried as he thrust his cock into her large ass. There was no resistance at he plunged through the slut's sphincter – he assumed that her ass had been permanently loosened by frequent and prolonged sodomy – but he felt something long and hard just inside and roared with pleasure as he battled her log back into her bowels. He felt his cum build as he felt his dick plunged into her crap and as he watched her bite off chunks of his own steaming log. It was one of the most depraved situations of his life and he could hold on no longer when he watched Amira take the remaining 8 inches of his hard turd and reach down before violently shoving it up her pussy. The extra pressure on his huge Arab member threw him over the edge and he unloaded a massive amount of spunk into the Persian's steaming bowels. For her part, Amira had been close to cumming just from chewing on the prince's oddly tasty log and feeling the huge length of the prince's massive dong and her own shitdick invade her bowels. Now though, the feeling of a hard turd in her pussy and Sulaiman's spunk in her meaty arse brought on an uncontrollable orgasm, and she collapsed in a spasming, shit-filled heap. Sulaiman was spent, but kept enough presence of mind to summon servants to remove the fecal matter and to quickly wash both his and Amira's privates. He crept into bed beside the still shaking girl and took her large curvy body in his arms, before enjoying the taste as he tongued her shitty mouth. "That was simply amazing my dear" he whispered as he looked into her eyes. "It was, wasn't it my lord?" Amira replied as she felt her passion began to build again with her body pressed tightly into her master's muscled brown body. She was on the verge of reaching round to play with the prince's anus when she was halted. "While I would like for nothing more than to carry on our depraved games" he said, "I think it only fair that I play with the remaining candidate. Go now and tell her she is summoned and then go and play with Molly and Ayesha until you are recalled this evening." As Amira headed out of the door, Sulaiman called after her "and know, my dear, that that was one of the most intense and amazing experiences of my life." Megane Sulaiman lay in bed thinking about the previous candidates. They had each satisfied an inner craving of his, and there was nothing to choose between them in terms of making a good harem slut. In their own way Molly, Ayesha, and Amira had each been as depraved as the other, and each had had a lovely, attractive personality as well. Sulaiman could honestly envisage being ecstatic to wake up to any one of them: whether it was a perfect blowjob from Molly, an armpit tongue-bath from Ayesha, or a hard and massive turd from Amira's wonderful rectum. Unable to resolve the conflict he waited for the summoned girl, deliberately emptying his mind until the final candidate appeared before him. She arrived silently with eyes downcast. Sulaiman took a moment to study her. She was petite and blonde with smallish perky tits on a slim body, a beautiful face with a full mouth, and large blue eyes. The prince thought back to the times he had seen her yesterday, and remembered that he had seen Amira fisting her arse and slapping her tits and had heard Ayesha make a cryptic remark as to her having a high pain threshold. With a flash of realisation Sulaiman questioned her: "So my dear, our final candidate, you are a painslut am I correct?" Sulaiman was enchanted by the movement of her silky blonde hair as she nodded. "Oui" she said simply. "And what is your name my dear?" "Eet eez Megane my lord" she replied in a quiet voice but with a sultry French accent evident. Starting to get slightly exasperated by her unforthcoming answers but enchanted by her accent Sulaiman asked, "And why, my dear, do you feel worthy of a place in my harem?" "I don't my lord" Megane replied, eyes still downcast. "Then why are you here?" Sulaiman inquired feeling his temper rise. "My father made me, and zen you choose moi" she shrugged. "Are you deliberately seeking to provoke me?" Sulaiman spat, on the verge of dismissing the noncommittal French girl however beautiful and sexy she looked. "Oui" she said simply. Megane then looked up and met Sulaiman's eyes for the first time. "I ave made my master angry, and now ee will punish me?" she asked unable to disguise a slight flush in her cheeks. Sulaiman realised what was going on now, and remembered how to play this game. "You will be punished only if I say you are to be punished slut" he barked. "I would punish a person and perhaps a pet for angering me, but it would be irrational to punish a puddle for making my feet wet. That is your level, you twisted pain slut, you need to convince me that you are worthy of my belt." Recruiting a Harem Megane's nipples were visibly stiffening and her breathing was more laboured, her body obviously affected by intense arousal. "Pleez my lord, I beg you. Punish your slave for disobedience. Satisfy your own plezure by making her urt." Sulaiman's well-used cock awoke at those words. He savoured the way the French painslut said "urt" and rolled the word around in his mind. He would never "urt" a girl without her consent, but he had concocted many depraved fantasies about the things he would do to someone who could derive pleasure from those tortuous acts. Trying to gauge her level he asked, "And supposing I was to demean myself by expending my precious energy on lowly filth like you, what would you want me to do?" "Well pour moi disobedience, master should spank my derriere hard, with eez and and eez belt." Her voice became more confident and husky as she warmed to her theme, "then master should spend much time, beating moi teetz, clamping moi neeples, and if ee thinks moi really naughty, ee should shove needles into my abused breasts." The Arab prince felt his cock spasm as the small and beautiful slut conjured up sick images in his mind. He was both disgusted and aroused beyond measure as he caught himself weighing up Megane's perky breasts, wondering how many needles they might hold. "Okay my dear, I have decided that your crime was grievous enough to permit me to punish even a worthless slut such as your self". He clapped his hands to summon his servants and told them to fetch his special punishment kit. Then he turned back to Megane, "Come here and climb across my lap. I am going to give you an idea of just how serious your crimes were." With the petite French slut over his lap and with her perky bottom in the air, Sulaiman gave her a testing slap. He swung his strong muscled arm up to head height and smashed it down on to Megane's pert rump. The crack was loud and instantly a large, hand-shaped red welt sprang up, but where he had expected to hear a piercing scream – or at best a muffled sob – he heard a sensuous moan, and felt the girl's pussy begin to leak on to his hairy thighs. He was jerked out of surprise by the painslut moaning "please master, arder, eet me arder". Horniness sweeping through him as he realised his depraved fantasies were coming true he repeatedly smashed his palm into her small bottom as hard as he could. Her skin was now an angry red and his palm was beginning to ache but if anything Megane's moans were more excited and her pussy dripping faster. Sulaiman threw her off him and told her to kneel on the bed with her ass as high as possible. The massively aroused prince now grabbed his kit from a maid and brought out a thick leather belt. He folded it in two: "that spanking was just a warm up my dear, now prepare to feel the full force of my belt tear the skin from you delicate bottom." He was only slightly surprised when Megane moaned, "Do it my lord, eet moi arder, as ard as you can. The pain urts so nice - eetz making me cum." With a roar Sulaiman brought the belt back and hammered it down horizontally, across her glowing cheeks. The crack was loud enough to reverberate through the palace, but then so were Megane's moans and screams of delight. Sulaiman did it again and again, and then decided to change the direction and brought it down vertically between her asscheeks, as hard as he could on to her puckered anus. He thought he had gone to far when there was a moment of silence, and he saw the skin torn from her delicate bottom, but suddenly there was a scream of massive intensity, an orgasmic roar of pain and pleasure, and Megane's pussy began to spurt out a torrent of girlcum. Her body convulsed and she fell to the mat twitching. Sulaiman thought that was it but he heard the deranged slut moan "more, more, now you cum, yes?" She picked herself up off the bed and looked at him with tears running down her cheeks but with a satisfied grin. "I ave an idea. We can play serious later, but now I think you should clamp my neeples and then slap your cock down on the clamps until you cum." The Arab prince felt his prick spasm at the suggestion and realised just how excited he had become playing with the slutty little masochist. He picked up the nipple clamps from his kit and as she knelt on the floor with her perky breasts thrust out he snapped the serrated clamps on to her large nipples. Despite her words he realised this was not enough for a girl as depraved as this and so he looked her deep in the eyes and added a half kilogram weight to each. Her heaving chest and her desperate moaning increased his arousal even more, and the shudder that ran through her body when he pulled out 4 long needles and jabbed two into each breast caused his cock to spurt of its own volition. He saw Megane cum again from the delicious pain in her tits and the feeling of the prince's sticky spunk running down her face. Several minutes later Sulaiman was spooned behind her, playing with the torn skin in her crack. He felt the arousal begin to build in this depraved masochist as the pain began to course through her body and considered roughly sodomising her. However, the prince was keenly aware that the period of trial was drawing to a close. He resolved himself and dismissed her telling her to join the others and to wait for his summons to the final judgement. As she was leaving he said "that was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life." As she slipped out the door he heard Megane reply "and you master, you urt me so good." The Final Choice Sulaiman was in turmoil as he walked to his father's quarters. He simply couldn't choose between the four. While Molly was now almost a distant memory and his time with Megane was etched in his mind, he clearly understood that each girl had totally satisfied different depraved needs within him, and that his experiences with Molly, Ayesha, Amira, and Megane had been equally delightful and fulfilling. The prince entered the king's chambers to find Helga and Olga buried in an armpit each, licking the sweat from the old king's matted hair. After the events of the previous two days Sulaiman now considered the Swedes all-rounders; they would find genuine pleasure in the most depraved of acts, but they would never reach the heights of orgasmic bliss that Molly might find in sucking cock, or Ayesha in licking the prince's sweaty ass crack, or Amira in devouring his turds, or Megane in having needles shoved in her tits. The prince stopped and bowed before his father. "Welcome my son. Have you chosen?" said the king in ritual greeting. Sulaiman thought for a long moment and found himself absolutely unable to make a choice: "No father, forgive me, all were of the most depraved and filthy nature and I am unable to choose just one." King Abdul looked at his son gravely, "My son, you know it is forbidden to take more than one harem member. In his life a man may have as many wives as he likes but can only add one to his harem each year; this is one of the most important customs of out family. Son you must pick one or you must renounce all of them and wait for one that clearly stands out next year." The intelligent prince pondered his father's words, and shortly declared "Okay father, upon my family's honour, I will choose no more than one for my harem this year." He then bowed deeply and returned to his own chambers, sending runners ahead to collect the candidates. When he arrived the four stood before him, fear and anticipation evident on each of their beautiful faces. Again, he recollected the sensations he had felt with each and mentally reconfirmed his decision. "Ayesha?" The hairy Arab girl looked up her expression now a mask: "Yes my lord?" "You will not be required as a harem member." Ayesha's disappointment was reflected clearly on her face. "I understand my lord, and while I am saddened I am grateful that you helped me discover true pleasure." Sulaiman felt pain in his heart, as he did for both Molly and Megane when the girls accepted similar rejections with both sadness and gratitude. Finally, he turned to Amira whose plump face was a mixture of anticipation and sympathy on behalf of the others. "Amira, my dear, you are also not required as a harem member." Her face registered shock, as did those of the other three who had been prepared to congratulate the curvy and very filthy Persian. Sulaiman continued, "I am sorry to say that finally all of you were deemed unworthy of a place in my harem", he paused and then grinned at them all "However, if each of you accepts then I will be delighted beyond belief to make all four of you a wife." Any comments or suggestions let me know through the link below.