Chapter 9: Harem Master’s Naughty Consequences

“A serious problem,” the Marid said.

The four genies, sent to the mortal world by the new sultan, gathered on the roof of St. Maria Theodora, the all-girls’ Catholic high school they’d infiltrated. It was well past midnight, the world mostly asleep. They were on the side of the older school building looking down upon the smaller dorm and the attached convent where the nuns who ran the school lived.

“A Ghul is here,” the Marid said, her voice calm as a placid lake, but anger stirred in her depths.

“How is she here?” demanded the Jann. “That violates the Sultan’s law. Should we tell Sultan Unmei?”

“Master Derrickson needs to handle it himself,” said the Ifrit, her voice containing the sultry heat of a simmering fire.

“The Ghul is working to get him expelled,” the Marid said. “That would ruin things for the Sultan. He expended a lot of effort to arrange this for Master Derrickson.”

“Luckily, I adopted a disguise that has some authority at this school,” the Ifrit boasted. “I am in the perfect position to handle this Ghul and keep her from being a problem.”

“A position that denies you the freedom of being claimed by Master Derrickson like I have been,” the Si’lat said. “He knows who I am. He already told me. I’m his.”

The Jann rolled her eyes. “I’ve already submitted to him. He knows just how eager I am to be his naughty submissive. That’s what he craves, Si’lat.”

“Oh, I think I know exactly what he craves.” The Si’lat smiled with delight.

“That doesn’t solve the current problem,” the Marid said. “And he hasn’t made his choice. He hasn’t even figured out who we are.”

“He figured out who I am,” the Si’lat said again, sounding delighted.

“I have the perfect solution to the problem at hand,” said the Ifrit, “but we’ll need to use all our magic to craft it.”

“Agreed,” the Jann said.

“Sure,” said the Si’lat. “I can’t wait for him to let you all know I’m his wife.”

“I have no problem in using our powers jointly for this.” The Marid glanced at the Si’lat and added, “I have his interest, too, Si’lat.”

“And he’s putty in my hands,” purred the Jann. “I’ve given him exactly what he wants.”

The Ifrit laughed. “Oh, I’ll melt his bones. Boys crave an older, more experienced lover. He can’t stop thinking about me.”

Corey Derrickson – Wednesday, September 9th

I woke up early like I usually did.

I sat up between the two girls. Neither were the usual girls I slept with. It wasn’t Tania and her older sister, my two sex slaves, but Jennifer and Regina. My new girlfriend concubines. A tingle of excitement ran through me, my cock hard.

I wanted to do something, but I had a morning ritual. I couldn’t let that slide just to fuck some beautiful women. Though it was tempting. I had to stay in shape. You couldn’t be the master to a harem of beauties if you let yourself go soft. You had to be a man.

I carefully extricated myself from them and avoided stepping on the three sex slaves sleeping on the floor. Aleah and Tania were on a futon mattress with Havva between them. Havva, the suspected Jann, had such a delicious shade of dusky brown skin that contrasted with the paler flesh of my sex slaves.

I slipped by them, my cock bobbing before me, and headed to my dresser. I quietly pulled out some boxers, socks, jogging shorts, and a tank top. Then I slipped out of the room, letting them all sleep. I headed down the stairs and got dressed. My dad was still at work, on a long shift as a fireman.

I donned my jogging shoes and headed into the cool morning. The sun wasn’t up yet, but nearing, the eastern sky lighting. A few clouds glowed pink along the bottom, picking up those first rays. I stretched and then jogged out down the path.

My dad always made sure I stayed in shape. As a fireman, he needed to be in peak physical condition. I’d been jogging for as long as I could remember. It was a great way to start the day. I could let my mind wander as my body followed my usual route.

I didn’t live far from St. Maria Theodora, my path took me into the same neighborhood around the Catholic school. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when Nadia appeared.

I was. And excited.

Her glossy, black hair flowed behind her as she jogged ahead of me. They danced down her back. She wore a gray tank top and a pair of black jogging shorts that hugged her rump even tighter than the ones she wore yesterday during PE.

My cock stirred at the memory of our race, a wild run that led out of the school, lasted for blocks, and ended with us fucking hard in the alley against a fence. Asra, that dyke who hated me, had snapped a few pics of us, threatening to ruin our reputation or get us in trouble.

I wasn’t worried.

I sped up my pace to catch up with Nadia. This was no race like last time. My dick stirred, remembering how steamy and wild her pussy had been. She had the passion of a simmering geyser just brimming to erupt and spray her rapture across the world.

As I came alongside her, a smile spread on her lips. Her dark eyes flicked to me, intense and challenging. She was my age, seventeen, her body tall and lean, athletic but still very feminine. She had toned legs and arms. She boiled my veins with the look she gave me.

“Hey,” she said. “I do so love a beautiful sight in the morning.”

“So do I,” I said, not going to get tripped up. I never thought of myself as beautiful, but I wouldn’t tell her that. If she wanted to ogle me, she could ogle away.

Then her head turned to Mount Rainier to the east, the glaciers covering the large volcano thrusting high above the rest of the Cascade Mountains. “That’s a glorious sight to see every day.”

My eyes fell on her round breasts bouncing and jiggling. “Mmm, definitely. Nothing like a pair of impressive peaks.”

“I feel like we’re talking about two different things,” she said and glanced at me. Her eyes went low. “Though that is impressive. Just thrusting up.”

I smiled, becoming aware of just how hard my dick had become. It bulged my tight shorts. “Every morning, it’s a sight to behold.”

Nadia laughed.

At the next intersection, I had to turn right. If we kept running, we’d reach the school. To my delight, she turned with me. I had no idea where she lived. But it had to be close. Unless she was in the dorms. But if she were, why was she moving away from the school?

“You like attending St. Maria Theodora?” I asked her, our feet smacking on the ground. The burn in my thighs felt great.

“I’m so fortunate to have the opportunity,” she said. “I’m one of those scholarship girls.”

“Athletic?” I asked. “You must kick ass on the track and field team.”

“You should try out,” she said. “Be our captain. Inspire us all to run as fast as possible.”

“So I should wait at the finish line with my cock out all ready to be sucked on by the winner.”

Nadia laughed, a throaty and wicked thing, full of boiling passion. “Oh, that would be motivation. I haven’t had the pleasure of sucking your cock.”

“Yet.”

“So it’s going to happen?”

“Eventually,” I said. We took another right onto my street, though we had a few blocks to go to get back to my house. My time jogging was coming short. “I’m sure we’ll find some free time in PE.”

“While Coach Bennett and the other girls watch, getting all envious that I’m sucking on your dick.” Nadia licked her lips, wetting them.

“Most of them,” I said.

Her face tightened for a moment. “That bitch Asra. You’re not worried about her at all.”

“She just needs to get laid,” I said. “I’ll find the right girl to lick her pussy and distract her.”

“How generous of you.” Nadia’s smile flashed naughtily. “It won’t be me. I prefer cock.”

“Which means you still like pussy?” I asked.

“If there’s cock involved.” She drifted closer to me. Her shoulder almost touched. “If the right cock’s involved.”

My dick throbbed as we jogged past Regina’s house and reached my own. I slowed to a stop at the driveway. She went a few steps beyond me and then stopped, too. Her breast rose and fell in her tank top. A sheen of perspiration covered her face. It gave her an exciting look, flushed and steamy and ready for more action.

“This is my house,” I said. “I’d love to jog more, but I have to get ready for school.”

She sighed. “Me, too. I have to get to the dorms and change.”

“Well,” I said, grabbing her hand and drew her closer to me, “if you were to shower with me, why, you wouldn’t have to return to the dorms so fast.”

She arched an eyebrow. “So bold. You think I’ll hop in just like that.”

I slid my hand around her back to cup her ass. I pulled her the last step to me. I pressed my hardon into her. “You’re the one that was appreciating my mountain this morning. He rose proud. Don’t you want a closer look?”

The passion flashed to hot steam in her eyes, the geyser erupting. She kissed me hard, her hand shooting between our bodies. She grabbed my cock, squeezing it. She groaned into the kiss and then broke it, the sweetness of her lips lingering on mine.

“Sounds like the perfect plan, Corey.”

I dragged her inside. I could hear the girls stirring above as I headed for the downstairs bathroom. It had a full shower. I pulled Nadia in and slammed the door shut behind us. I attacked her clothing, ripping up her tank top to find a dark-gray sports bra with a blue stripe running across the middle. Her nipples poked hard.

I unveiled her beautiful tits. I grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. She shuddered. My thumbs swept over her nipples. Her hips undulated from side to side, steamy passion filling her eyes.

She kissed me hard, tongue thrusting into my mouth. Her hands shoved down my shorts and boxers. She grabbed my cock. Gripped it. Stroked it. She pumped her hand up and down my body. The pleasure surged to the tip of my cock.

She was an exciting one. My blood boiled.

We ripped off each other’s clothes as we kissed. Tops and shorts and underwear spilled off. Our clothing landed across the bathroom, her shorts in the sink, my t-shirt lying on the toilet tank, her panties dangling from the doorknob. She had her black pubic hair shaved in an inviting V that pointed down at her bare pussy lips.

The water hissed on. The heat spilled out, steam dancing around our bodies as I kissed her against the door. Her breasts pressed on my chest. Her tongue danced in my mouth. She moaned, my cock throbbing against her belly, her pubic hair brushing my balls.

“Damn,” I panted as I pulled her into the shower. “You are going to be a handful, aren’t you?”

“That’s the way a woman should be,” she answered, her eyes smoldering with passion. “If we’re not surging over you with our desire, then what’s the point?”

I laughed as the hot water spilled over our bodies. The steam danced around us. I spun her around and pressed her against the wall of the shower. Her ass gleamed from the water. It splashed on my back and shoulders, the spray jetting past me in narrow streams to graze her as she wiggled that ass at me. She glanced at me over her shoulder.

“I am so wet and ready for you,” she moaned. “We don’t have much time, do we?”

“No, we don’t,” I groaned, my dick aching to be in her. I smacked her wet ass with my hardon. “Got to shower fast in the morning.”

“I like it fast,” she moaned. “Hard.”

“I remember.”

I slid the tip of my cock down her butt-cheeks. I nuzzled it between her thighs, felt the heat of her pussy. Her juicy passion soaked it. I groaned and thrust into her warmth. Her silky flesh massaged my tip.

We moaned together.

“Damn,” I groaned as I sank into her steamy depths. She had a heat in her. She could keep any man warm in the coldest of winter. I grabbed the soap and lathered up while she stirred her pussy around my cock. “Let’s get clean.”

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned, squeezing her pussy around my dick. “I’ll start here. Let me just work my pussy up and down your dick. It’ll be sparkling when I’m done. I’ll polish it to a bright shine.”

I laughed and rubbed the soap up and down my chest, coating me in a thick lather. Then I thrust my sudsy hands around her body and washed up her stomach. I hugged her from behind, scrubbing her back clean as I drew back my hips.

The incredible, wet heat of her pussy gripped my dick. I growled and thrust back into her depths. My balls smacked into her wet flesh. My soapy hands washed up to her round breasts. I grabbed them. Lathered them as my hands slid over them.

I made sure they were clean as I fucked her.

I hammered my cock into her juicy pussy. The water sprayed down on me. I held her tight, her wet hair caressing my face. She moaned and gasped as I rammed into her from behind. Her lithe body wiggled in my arms, rubbing her skin against my soapy chest.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, Corey! You know what you want, don’t you?”

“Right now, I want you!” I panted, pumping away at her pussy.

“You better,” she moaned, that steamy snatch squeezing around me. “My cunt better receive all your attention.”

My soapy fingers pinched her nipples. Slippery with the lather, they didn’t so much as twist them as slide around them. Her pussy clamped down on me anyways, the pleasure surging through my body. I buried deep and hard into her.

“What do you think?” I growled as I hammered her.

“That you are reveling in my cunt washing your big dick!” she moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side, rubbing her butt-cheeks into my crotch. “Corey! Corey! You make things so exciting! Oh, yes!”

I buried deep and hard into Nadia’s pussy. Every stroke into her sent pleasure shooting down my dick. The pleasure built and built. My balls approached that boil, the hot bath of her pussy juices engulfing my cock bringing me closer and closer to erupting in her cunt.

I’d flood her cunt with my steamy jizz. I’d fire it into her. First, I had to orgasm. So I pounded her hard.

I squeezed her breasts, kneading and playing with those round tits. I covered them in soap as I rammed fast into her cunt. My crotch smacked into her perky ass, burying deep and hard into her. Her moans echoed through the bathroom, her passion building and building towards that explosive release.

“Yes, yes, Corey!” she moaned. “Oh, god, you want me!”

“Can’t you tell?” I growled into her ear. I nuzzled in and licked. “Don’t you feel every inch of that dick filling you up.”

“Every last inch!” she gasped, clenching her cunt around my dick. “I’m going to explode on it.”

“Don’t hold back!” I panted. “I want you. You’re going to be mine.”

“Yours?” she gasped in excitement. “Are you picking me? Huh?”

“Yes!” I panted, burying into her hard and deep. “Damn, Nadia! I want you in my harem!”

She gasped and came.

Her pussy convulsed around my cock. Her hot pussy writhed and spasmed, working at my dick. The pleasure rippled down my shaft. I groaned as I buried into her deep and hard. I slammed to the hilt in her snatch, her flesh writhing and rippling around me.

“I’ll be yours!” she moaned. “Yes, yes, claim me!”

“You’re fucking mine!” I snarled as her orgasm rippled through her. Her boiling flesh writhed around my cock. The pleasure sucked at me. “Shit, yes, you are mine!”

I buried into her wild pussy and erupted.

I flooded her with my cum. I pumped the jizz into the athletic and beautiful and steamy girl. Her body bucked against me. Her pussy writhed around my dick as I claimed another concubine. I squeezed her round, soapy breasts as the pleasure slammed through my body.

She moaned in delight, her wet pussy milking my cock. Her juicy flesh worked out every spurt of my erupting dick. I pumped my passion into her, a steamy geyser spurting hot spunk into her cunt. She bucked and moaned, her hot snatch pleasing me.

Stars danced before my eyes.

The pleasure hit that wild peak.

“Damn,” I groaned, leaning against her. “Oh, fucking damn, you’re amazing, Nadia. One of my girlfriends. My concubines.”

“Like those two sisters everyone’s whispering about?”

“And more,” I said. “It’s growing fast. So many exciting girls.”

“Oh, who else are you claiming?” she asked.

“So many. There’s In’am.” The Si’lat whore should be waiting for me out front of the school, carrying out my special instructions. “Bettie.” That submissive slut needed to be made a sex slave. I should have done it yesterday. “Zahia.” She needed to be educated. The Marid beauty needed me to teach her all about losing her virginity. “Vanessa.” I was “tutoring” her in during the lunch break. Maybe I’d include Zahia in that lesson. “Ms. Reid.” My naughty English teacher had fire in her. “And let’s not forget the Headmistress.” The Ifrit who’d infiltrated the school as its leader was the reason I had no fear of Asra’s schemes.

“You have been busy,” she said. “Mmm, the Headmistress, huh? You’re really not worried about Asra’s photos.”

“She can take all the pics she wants, we won’t be in any trouble.” I squeezed her breasts. “Damn, we should finish showering before the hot water runs out.”

She laughed.

Tania Buckley

“Look at you go,” I said as Havva worked in the kitchen scrambling eggs. “You know how to cook.”

“Of course I do,” she said, glancing at me as I fried bacon. She’d refused to touch that. It wasn’t halal. Turned out, genies kept that. I guess it made sense. They were from Arabic culture. “I learned from my mother.”

“You’re going to make Corey so happy,” I said and beamed at her.

“Yeah, she is,” my sister Aleah said. She came up with a big smile on her lips. “You’re going to fit right in. I hope he chooses you.”

A look of panic flashed across Havva’s face. She darted a hand to her neck. “I thought he had. He made me his sex slave.”

Aleah bit her lip and flashed a glance at me. “I’m sorry, I guess maybe it’s still a secret.”

“Secret?” the girl squeaked.

The Jann genie was good at hiding what was going on. Corey probably had to figure this out on his own. It wasn’t for Aleah and me to make guesses. I nudged my naked hip into hers. We wore only aprons, of course. How else did you cook for your master?

“Don’t fret,” I said. “You’re his. He loves you. The way he popped your cherry last night proved it.”

“I did enjoy being tied up,” she said. “I had no idea. Being controlled feels so right.”

“You are going to make him a perfect sex slave,” I said. “You’ll be his. I just know it. You’ll get your own collar and everything.”

Havva stared at envy at the collar around my neck. It said, “Corey’s Girl” on the shiny plate riveted to the thick band of leather. I never took it off save to shower or go swimming. I wore it underneath my school uniform. Shame I had to wear my blouse buttoned up and a tartan bow tie, but we did look cute in them.

“Well, you weren’t kidding about a harem,” a new voice said.

I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at the naked, black-haired girl. She had a lean and athletic body. That must be the Nadia Master had told us about, the girl he’d fucked in PE. I had no idea when she showed up.

“I thought it was weird you were showering downstairs, Master,” I said. “Jogging buddy?”

“Yeah,” he said. “This is Nadia. She’s my new girlfriend.”

“Oh,” Regina said. My blonde friend sat at the table and fidgeted. “Another one, Corey?”

“Don’t be jealous,” he said. “Jennifer’s not.”

Jennifer, the other naked girl at the table, blushed bright red. “Well, I mean, Nadia’s cute. And that means we get to play with her, Regina. Doesn’t that sound fun.”

“Sounds fun to me,” Nadia said, giving Regina this bold look, all full of steamy challenge.

Regina gave a graceful shrug of her shoulders and leaned back. “I guess it does. It certainly makes things interesting.”v The shy virgin had been swallowed by the storm of passion she’d unleashed when she lost her cherry. She had closed herself tight, but now she whirled with desires. She pushed up her glasses and gave an airy smile.

“Yes, it certainly does,” Regina said. “Sit, sit. Let’s make Corey happy. We could make out.”

I was so happy that the harem was growing so fast. If I ever saw Kyle Unmei again, I would give him a kiss. On the cheek. He was a great friend to my Master.

Corey Derrickson

Breakfast turned out amazing.

My girls had to shower together and then scrambled to get ready. The hot water heater held out so well, I had a feeling Havva used some sort of genie magic on it. I had the vaguest impression they could do things like that. She was a Jann. Kyle called them submissive. Good wives or something. I bet domestic stuff fell into Havva’s area.

Nadia borrowed Aleah’s skirt and Tania’s blouse so she had a uniform to wear. She, sadly, had no underwear to go with it. Not that she seemed to mind. My new harem clustered around me on the way to school. Regina clung to my arm, her blonde hair in pigtails. She looked so adorable, but her blue eyes swirled with hidden passion.

Her shyness blowing away last night had been stimulating.

Aleah had my other arm. My chief sex slave—I needed to make that official—had her auburn hair in pigtails, too. It was a popular style. Tania, walking beside Nadia before us, had her black hair similarly divided and bound in tartan ribbons. The school girls around me were a treat. A bevy of beauties all talking and giggling and enjoying the morning.

We drew looks as we approached the school. Those who commuted to school, which was about half the girls, were passing in cars—their own or driven by parents—or walked to school like I did. They all glanced at me. I felt more than a few envious sights.

Vanessa, the busty brunette I would be tutoring, waved at me from across the road.

Sheila, another brunette, and her friend Briana, a third brunette who had cute freckles, held hands and whispered together.

Hallie strolled before us, a blonde with her hair gathered in an elegant, French braid.

Natiqua and her friend, both girls Black, sauntered by us, giving me bold looks. I winked back at them.

That willowy Asian girl with the blue-black hair blushed when she saw me and trembled.

A black-haired girl whose ass looked great swaying beneath her skirt drew my attention. She walked with a girl with sandy-blonde hair gathered in a simple braid.

Lisa and Ursula were talking beneath a tree when we entered the ground, both brunettes looking adorable. They glanced at me and waved. Ursula blew me a kiss, too.

I loved the attention. I strutted amid my harem.

We approached the school. Sister Francis Jean wasn’t out front like she had been yesterday. Which was a relief to me. That nun didn’t like me. She knew I’d fucked Bettie between classes and caused us both to be late to my third period. She tried to get me in trouble with the headmistress, not knowing that Sister Nova Victoria was a sexy Ifrit trying to win my favor.