EROGEONOUS DESTINATION A strange man took me by the hand and led me into a room; I wasn't scared even though I was completely naked, I actually felt a little high as if mildly drugged. His hands were big and his face pleasant, normally he would have probably seemed quite intimidating. He lay me down on my back, among some soft silky pillows and began to rub sweet smelling oil into my body. The roughness of his palms on my skin and against my nipples excited me, my pussy pulsing and swelling as his hands moved lower over my naked torso. I wanted him to rub between my legs so I parted my thighs, willing him to continue his downward journey. His hand went lower, rubbing between my thighs in circular motions almost touching my pussy, but not quite. I released a sigh, which I suppose sounded a little impatient and he gave me a knowing look, from among the pillows he pulled a soft silken scarf, binding my ankles and wrists. The other ends of the scarves were tied to something secure, so although I could move a little, I was spread wide open among the pillows. It all seemed as if it were happening to someone else, a dream perhaps, one of those displaced erotic dreams you never want to wake from. The man walked out of my view for a moment and I looked down over my excited nipples, my skin gleaming with the aromatic oil. When he returned he held a small jar and what appeared to be a shaving set, I squirmed a little as he settled between my legs. Ever so carefully he clipped my light blond pubic hair back until there was nearly nothing left of it, then he spread a handful of shaving cream over my pussy and began to shave the remainder of the stubble from my sensitive skin. The delicate movements of the shaver across my pussy made me tremble, the man paused and looked up at me smiling again but he never spoke and I seemed to have nothing to say either. Once he had completed his task, he nodded and wiped me clean; careful to make sure he washed and dried every fold. Once again the scented oil bottle was produced and he began to rub my pussy ever so slowly. His rough fingers moving down between the folds of my labia, across my clitoris which jumped at the sudden sensation of touch, then down between my arse cheeks. The erotic feel of his touch was one thing, but when he stopped rubbing the properties of the oil took over. My pussy began to feel warm, but slowly the warm tingling sensation seemed to concentrate in my clitoris, I felt as if I was nearing climax without even being touched. The sensation was excruciatingly erotic and my ankles pulled against the scarves as I tried to rub my thighs together to relieve the horny feeling in my pussy. I groaned and looked down to see where the man was, but he was gone. I wanted to plead with him to masturbate me, fuck me, suck me, even just touch me once, because I felt sure that would be all it would take to make me cum. My nipples were hard and puckered, tingling with a feeling not unlike my pussy yet not quite as intense. I writhed, trying to find some relief from the utterly frustrating feeling of being right on the edge of an orgasm that was just out of reach. I heard voices low and stopped moving to listen, but I just couldn't quite make out what was being said. A man entered the room, he wore an exquisite robe with no belt and I could clearly see he was naked beneath the loosely fitted garment. Still I said nothing, just watched him walk around me, it was as if he were inspecting me. He rested his hand on my ankle and when I didn't object he slowly slid his hand up my leg, along the inside of my thigh, right to the junction of my sex and to my horny delight buried his thumb in my well oiled pussy. I orgasmed immediately with my head thrown back and my eyes tightly shut, my body shuddered involuntarily, and a moan of relief escaped my lips. I heard the man's low chuckle and opened my eyes, his well-moistened thumb moved out and up to my clitoris, two of his fingers slowly sliding into my deliciously wet pussy. He started to rock his hand up and down between my legs, my hips rocked with him, rising and falling from the bed of pillows. His other hand cupped one of my breasts, massaging it with large circular motions; his hands were soft and warm, so totally different to the man whom I realized now had been preparing me for him. I felt my body racing towards another orgasm, the swelling pressure within my abdomen and the pulsing oversensitive hardness of my clitoris. As my body arched once again in orgasm the man beside me pinched both my nipples hard in rapid concession. His hands between my legs rocking faster, fucking me harder and making me cry out with the unexpected pleasure/pain combination. I could feel the hot love juice squeeze from my pussy this time with each orgasmic contraction, my breathing was irregular and my nipples burned from the pinching they had received. Then something I hadn't expected, the man leaned over between my legs and nibbled at my juicy hairless pussy, the searing warmth of his lips leaving trails of pleasure wherever they touched. I writhed beneath this new attention, my hips bucking when he took hold of my engorged clitoris and bit it between his teeth. I climaxed again swiftly and when my juices literally flowed, he drank from me as if I were the cup of life. My hips couldn't stop jerking as he mouthed my entrance, licking and probing his tongue as far as it would go inside me. He looked up at me over the shaved mound of my pubis, his dark eyes held a humorous expression, as if he knew how much I loved what he was doing to me. Slowly he crept forward between my legs, discarding his robe, I noticed a dewy coating of oil upon his deeply tanned skin. His torso slipped across my pussy and up over my stomach, until his chest slid over my breasts. It was so sensual and erotic, the way his eyes held mine and the heat of his skin against mine was driving me wild inside. When his lips finally clamped over mine I could feel the head of his cock against my horny wet entrance, I thrust up as he moved forward, but he was teasing me. He didn't guide his throbbing erection, so it poked me here and there, sometimes on the outer labia sometimes hitting me directly on my over excited clitoris. Finally it hit the bull's-eye and I felt rather than saw the thick hardness of his length as it slid straight into my hot waiting sheath. I moaned and rose up towards him as far as I could, taking every last inch of him into the sanctuary of my sex. He slid his body up and down mine; it felt slippery and sensually slick with the oil that coated our bodies. His mouth left mine and I tried to follow but he lifted himself up on strong arms so he hovered over me in a push up like position. He drew his cock out of me until the tip sat just inside my slippery entrance, I wriggled and thrust my hips towards him, wanting more, but he just looked at me with mirth in his eyes. Finally he lowered his body, his cock driving into me as his body met mine, I cried out, my anticipation momentarily sated, wanting more than anything to wrap my arms and legs around him. He rose up again, completely lifting himself off me leaving only the head of his cock inside me, then fell again straight back into me. This time I orgasmed, my pussy contracting and pulsing around his thick shaft, my hips shuddering and jerking beneath him. Satisfied once again with my reaction to his sexual prowess he chuckled, grinding his cock around in circles while still deep inside me. The movement prolonging the post climax contractions and making me rise up to meet him once again. If my hands hadn't been tied, I knew I would have left deep scratches down his back from the sheer intensity of each orgasmic wave I was experiencing. Now he was ready to fuck, and fuck he did, he slid his hands beneath my buttocks and held them firmly as he began to ride me. This time the motion was designed for his own pleasure, the weight of him crushing my breasts, and his cock driving deep into my wide spread pussy. I could hear his labored breath near my ear as he kissed my neck and jaw line, the heat in my pussy rising with the sheer friction of his cock pumping in and out of me at such a rapid pace. I came again and my head began to spin, because instead of slowing as he had before when he felt my climax, he simply increased the frantic thrusting. I was panting and moaning franticly, my body writhing and bucking, surging past climax and into blissful utopia. I had reached the point where it felt as if I were experiencing one gigantic never-ending orgasm. I wanted to close my thighs against the overpowering feeling that this total stranger was delivering to me with his cock. My struggles only served to tighten the bonds that held me, making me aware of the impossibility of my desire. I felt him stiffen, his cock throbbing now, a gasping groaning release that filled me with a warm hot feeling deep inside. For the first time I heard him utter something, he spoke an entirely different language and as if a haze had been lifted from my sex drunk mind, it began to dawn on me that this was not a dream as I had initially wanted to believe. I blinked my eyes as he withdrew, trying to make some kind of sense out of what had just happened to me, even just to recognize where I was. The man kissed me softly on my confused mouth, his warm brown eyes soft with affection and desire. Then lifting a strand of my long blond hair he closed his eyes and kissed it reverently, breathing its scent deeply. Now I was even more confused than before, the man pulled his robe back on and left the room, leaving me uncovered and still bound hand and foot. I tried to call after him, my mouth opening but only an inaudible moaning sound emitted. The rough handed man entered the room; he looked at me and smiled nodding his head as if I had done something wonderful. He released me and let me sit up; covering me with a robe he rubbed a salve into the chaffed marks on my wrists and ankles. Then instead of helping me to stand he lifted me easily in his big arms and carried me from the room. I closed my eyes, rested my head against his broad hard chest and gave up trying to figure out where I was. When I finally awoke, I had been bathed and rubbed with scented oil again, but this time I was clothed in a pale blue diaphanous nightgown that reached my ankles. Once again I was resting on silken pillows but the bed was surrounded with an exquisite white mosquito net. Beyond the net there were other beds similar, some with occupants dressed, some naked lounging around talking and giggling. There was an indoor pool that seemed heated with naked and partially clad women swimming or reclining on cushioned lounges by the pool's edge. A voice addressed me in heavily accented English, I stared at the dark haired woman who pulled back the net and sat on the edge of my bed. "Your first night with our master was special, no?" I guessed her accent was French and her smile was engaging. "Master?" I shook my head to let her know I didn't quite understand. "You are new in the harem, the master had you brought to him when he saw you in the market place outside the palace. Your blond hair and blue eyes enchanted him, he has added you to his prize collection and you are luckier than some here that were sold to our master to pay off debts. He never touches them; they are tolerated because they amuse his visitors when they stay at the palace. Don't worry that he will tire of you too soon, it will take him quite a while to get one such as you out of his system, but we all stick together here, there are always girls willing to exchange favors if you have to wait too long to see the master" the woman explained with a wink. "Harem?" I whispered shaking my head, none of this made sense. "You were drugged, don't worry, it will become clearer to you as the effects wear off" the woman whispered as she placed her hand over mine comfortingly. She left me and drew the netting across again; things became clearer as I lay there staring out at the girls around the pool. They all seemed so happy, some massaging others, or styling each other's hair as they sat around the pool, there were no doors in sight and intricately woven metal barriers barred the windows. I remembered the markets, it seemed like a lifetime ago, I had been delighted with my purchases and had purchased a drink from a small stall. As the clouds within my mind cleared I remembered the face of the man who had sold me the drink belonged to the man with the rough hands. My chest seemed to feel constricted all of a sudden, I remembered the 'master' as the woman called him and he had been in the markets earlier in the morning before I had started shopping. He had walked past me rather close and as he brushed past me I looked up at him, he had smiled and touched his forehead in a kind of semi salute. I had smiled back and continued on my way without a second thought. The woman who had spoken to me reclined in the bed nearest to mine, she glanced over and smiled at me nodding as if she knew that I finally understood. She slid off her bed and walked over again sitting once again on the edge of my bed. "The eunuch will come for you again tonight, you had better get some sleep, will you let me massage you?" she asked in a soothing voice and I nodded, rolling over onto my stomach. As she massaged I found out her name was Anise, she had been 'collected' in much the same way as I had, but she had been saved from a hellish life married to a man she didn't love. The 'master', whose name I found out was Ramahl, was very gentle and loving to those he coveted in his harem. She told me that if I didn't have much in the outside world to go back to, that I should seriously consider a life in the harem. We laughed together when I told her, that if my next meeting with the master turned out anything like the first time, wild horses wouldn't budge me from his harem. That night the girls dressed and oiled me, their hands working my body intimately, the erotic oil mix sending my senses on a journey of ecstasy. I was completely aroused by the time they had finished applying makeup and styling my hair in soft curls around my shoulders. I was the only blond in the harem and some who had never seen such a hair color marveled at the long pale locks. When the eunuch with the rough hands came to collect me he offered me a drink, which I refused with a knowing smile. He returned my smile and bowed then motioned for me to follow him, the room was different this time and I stood waiting for my host to present himself. I heard voices behind the door, one rather strained almost exasperated, the other the familiar low monotone of the eunuch. The 'master' entered and closed the door, leaning back against it, his dark eyes smoldering, challenging me to defy him, as if somehow expecting me to resist him in my now sober state of mind. I had no intentions of fending off the best lover I had ever encountered in my life and to prove the point I let my robe fall to the floor around my ankles, rendering me completely naked. I heard his intake of breath and his dark hooded eyes seemed to sparkle with brilliant warmth that made my whole body tingle. He strode towards me flinging off his robe, his swarthy erection preceding him, he swept me up in his arms and kissed me with such passion it took my breath away. I suddenly felt as if I were in one of those old romantic movies, mixed emotions leaving me wondering whether to laugh or to cry. He covered my face with kisses lifting me and carrying me to the bed, we fell upon it tangled in each other's arms, his hands running over my oiled skin in a flustered frenzy of excitement. I returned his caresses, my heart pounding and my head spinning, this time I knew for sure it wasn't the effects of the drugs that had my world turning upside down. He massaged my breasts, kissing and biting their hardened tips, I moaned arching towards him, holding his head to me and wrapping my legs around his waist. I was so juicy I could feel my wetness slide against his erection and then suddenly he was inside me. No pretence, no hesitation, it was what we both wanted and our bodies melded in an ecstatic catharsis of lovemaking. We rolled upon the wide bed of pillows, I rode him, arching and bucking, his hands upon my breasts as I teased his face with my blond curls and gave him with the sexiest looks I could manage. I presumed he couldn't speak English, so we only had the language of love to communicate and I was going to make the most of it. He rolled me off and took the dominant position once again, riding and thrusting deep with moans and gasps that clearly portrayed the intensity of his own pleasure. I climaxed heavily, my body bucking and writhing with earth shattering inner explosions. "Ohhh Ramahl!" I cried, and suddenly he stopped inside me, his cock buried deep in my quivering sex and his faces inches from mine. His eyes looked at me strangely, searching my eyes, I gazed back trying to let him see the pure sexual desire I felt for him. "Why did you call my name?" he asked in perfect English. "You speak English?" I gasped, willing my pussy to stop its incessant pulsing around the rock hard cock buried deep within. "Of course, but you haven't answered my question" he answered softly and I noted his voice was warm and velvety deep. "I. You. I didn't know you spoke English and I called your name because. Well because you make me feel. Oh Ramahl, you ask the strangest questions." she flustered, suddenly way off balance, surely he didn't expect her to praise his lovemaking? "I make you feel what?" he urged softly, a smile playing at his eyes. "Ok, I'll spell it out for you. You make me feel like I'm going out of my head; the first time. sure I let the drugs take some of the credit, but tonight no drugs. You send me spinning Ramahl, in the best possible way" there, she had said it, let his head swell to the size of a watermelon, he had the tool and he knew how to use it, he deserved a little credit. "No one has ever called my name like that. I liked it" he stated simply, then he ground his cock inside me making me gasp and wriggle against him in answer to the seductive movement. "Now you must tell me your name, so I can cry your name when you drive me insane with your beautiful body" he whispered, as he nibbled my earlobe. "Kayla. Kayla Swan," I answered softly before his mouth covered mine in the most exquisitely sensual kiss. "Kayla, Kayla, Kayla." he whispered as his body began to thump urgently against mine, I couldn't contain the excitement coursing through me and I rose to meet his demanding thrusts. We climaxed practically simultaneously, both calling each other's name and lay for a long time still tangled as we caught out breath. "You will stay?" he ventured after a prolonged silence, his face nuzzling the hair around my face. "I have a choice?" I answered with a raised brow. "Of course, you didn't think I would keep you here against your will did you?" he replied, his expression growing a little apprehensive. "That's not what I meant Ramahl" I took his hand and placed it upon my left breast, looking into his eyes with deep affection. "Here in my heart, I have no choice," I explained and to my surprise he let out a whoop of delight, clutching me to him and kissing me firmly on my mouth. We laughed together and he held me close, his face buried in the wild mass of blond curls that pooled around my shoulders. We slept like that, in each other's arms and for many nights after that I was the only one Ramahl took to his bed. On occasion he would invite me to bring one of the other girls to our bed, but I was always present and it was always my choice.