Free Hypno Harem 2: Harem-Scarem! by Morgan Wolfe Page A

man holding her by the hand. “Have we met?” she asked Woody.
    “Uh. Don’t think so,” said Woody.
    “You sure? You look awful familiar.”
    “Yeah. I’m positive. I’m, uh, good at faces. Don’t recall yours.”
    “ Daddeee ,” exclaimed Berta. “She’s—”
    “Not now, honey,” said Woody hurriedly. He turned to Gary and shook hands. “Nice to meet you. Glad the girls helped liven up your party.”
    “They sure did!” said Gary.
    “Daddeee, she’s the one you told me—“
    “Not now, Berta!” Woody turned and quickly dragged her out the door. Gary and Addie watched them go.
    “Strange pair,” said Gary.
    “Uh-huh,” agreed Addie.
    “Sure you won’t stay?”
    “Sorry,” she replied. “Gotta make a living. Gee, he looks so familiar .”
     

Beware of Flying Dick
     
    G od, he was hard! His cock felt like it would explode . Was that possible? Had a cock ever actually blown apart? What a way to go! Maybe he should warn the girls . Stand back, harem honeys. Beware of fragments of flying dick.
    Woody was on the king-sized bed in what he liked to call the Master’s Bedroom in what he liked to call The Mansion, as in “Playboy Mansion.” It was really just a two-story house in one of Houston’s better neighborhoods, but it was old and well-maintained with a white column on either side of the front door. He was just renting for now; the place was big and expensive, but with four people—five now that Berta was spending most nights here—they needed the room.
    “My turn, my turn!” squealed Brownie. She tugged at Daisy, who had her lips clamped tight around Woody’s member. She’d developed a rhythm that drove him crazy: suck and release, suck and release. Ohhhh .
    Woody was wearing silk pajamas, royal blue. The girls were naked except for the collars around their necks, each with a little pet tag. “C’mon, Daisy,” said Brownie petulantly. “You’ve been sucking Master for ten minutes.”
    “Nuh-uhh,” replied Daisy. “Fy.”
    “Five my ass! He’s gonna blow and then who’s gonna lick him clean? Not me!”
    “Master, make her get off,” said Happy. “Daisy always goes first. It’s not fair. We want to blow you too!” Happy had her own technique; she started off fast, then slowed as soon as he hardened, barely touching him with her tongue. Exquisite torture!
    “Time to get off, Daisy,” Woody said. He hated to make her stop but fair was fair. He sighed. Tough work, being a Harem Master, but somebody had to do it. “Go on.”
    “Awww,” mumbled Daisy.
    “You can lick my toes.”
    Daisy reluctantly climbed off and Brownie dived on top of him. “Master is so BIGG,” she cooed. “Biggest cock in the world!”
    “Well, heh-heh, I don’t know about that,” chuckled Woody. “You three make it feel that way sometimes. That’s for sure.”
    “Because we love you, Master,” said Happy, kneeling on the bed and quietly waiting her turn.
    “Um-hmmm,” agreed Brownie, already with five inches of cock in her mouth. Thing about Brownie, thought Woody, is she didn’t give blow-jobs quite the equal of Daisy and Happy, but she could swallow more of him than the other two. A real Deep Throat artist. How did she do it?’
    “We all love you,” said Daisy, settling down to caress the big toe on his left foot with her tongue.
    Woody smiled blissfully. This was heaven. Three beautiful young women totally devoted to his sexual pleasure, completely in love with him.
    But then the devil of doubt raised its ugly head, even here in heaven. Why did they love him? Answer: because he’d mind-hacked them. Before that, Daisy—back when she’d been Candi—wouldn’t even give him the time of day, as snobby to him as her mother, Emma, had been hostile.
    Dr. Popper’s book on Transcranial Influence had changed all that. In fact, it had changed his whole life. Before, he’d been just another struggling grad student. Now he was Woody Goodman, PhD, with a handsome research grant and