This stands alone, but follows on from The Sultan’s Slave
The harem was dark when Sherri returned. The Sultan had demanded a story, and she had proffered one, but he had not returned the favor of his bed. The eunuch guards brought her back to the harem, but did not enter.
She found her way to the pillow bed that was her normal place of sleep, when the Sultan did not desire her company. She pulled off her silks, and lay down, and closed her eyes relaxing. Hands wrapped around her arms, and held her down. Other hands pulled her legs apart. There were people all around her.
She opened her eyes to absolute darkness. The windows were shuttered, the gas lamps out, there was nothing to see. “The Sultan didn’t want you tonight,” whispered someone in her ear.
Another member of the harem licked her nipple, bringing it to hardness. “He has someone else to warm his bed.”
A third voice, stroking her cunt. “Your sister.” Laughter, and soft caresses.
“No,” Sherri said. “She can’t protect herself.”
“Neither can you,” said the second voice, biting hard down on her nipple. Sherri cried out in pain.
Hands, fingers assailed her private areas, arousing them, delighting in her body’s moisture.
“You like it this way.”
“Does he hold you down, and ride you?”
“Does he stick his cock in your mouth and fuck your face?”
“Does he take you like a dog?”
After every question, the voice would lick and tease at her. She started to answer, and her mouth was covered as another of her sister-wives lowered her cunt to Sherri’s mouth. Someone licked her pussy.
“Don’t you know we’re all lonely?”
“You’ve been taking all his time with your stories.”
“Lick my lonely cunt, sister-wife.”
The woman between Sherri’s legs redoubled her efforts, and Sherri rode the wave of pleasure, rocking with orgasm.
“Tell him this — it will make a great story,” whispered the voice in her ear. “He may even want us again.”