“Life is not governed by will or intention.
Life is a question of nerves,
And slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself,
And passion has its dreams.”
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Since my arrival at the Quwah, I had not been summoned by the prince until now. His lodgings were the most lavish I had seen among all the palatial homes I had been stationed at. The moment Andy and I entered, his bodyguard asked my Valet to wait in the living room as he guided me to the Master’s private chamber. In the center of this opulently decorated boudoir sat a waterbed covered with inviting black silk sheets with contrasting emerald green satin pillows. Seated comfortably on a loveseat was Matumi. She, like me had been groomed by our personal Abds for this evening’s rendezvous. She wore a loose pastel djellaba, and I wore a pale silk thobe. I asked, “Have you been waiting for long? Where is your chaperone, Karina?” I asked, guessing privately that she was waiting in the living room with Andy.
Before she could answer, His Highness entered through an antechamber, dressed in an emerald thobe, open to his navel that revealed his hairy chest as he proceeded toward the bed. He smiled at us without uttering a word. He motioned for us to join him on the bed. He smelt clean and fresh as I lay next to him. He had obviously had a relaxing spa treatment before coming into the chamber. Matumi lay on his other side. He gave the two of us an adoring squeeze before leaning toward the female to kiss her desirously. His organ throbbed beneath his robe as I reached to stroke his erection. I caressed his hardness between the smooth fabrics. The Arab’s hand was fondling Matumi’s girlish, androgynous breast, which aroused me immediately. With his other hand, he pushed my head toward his bobbing excitement. His hardness palpitated against my cheeks as I nuzzled him to euphoric exhilaration. I lifted his garment, exposing his genitalia before I nestled my nose to inhale the scent of his masculinity. His manliness intoxicated me. With a single gulp, I devoured all of him into my mouth. Teasing me, he grabbed my hair and pushed my face away, pretending not to permit my lips to suckle his engorgement. He pulled me towards him and we kissed as he had with Matumi. The girl had gotten between his legs, lapping and swaddling his swollen globes. From the corner of my eye, I could see his toes wriggling into her wet sex. He was also teasing, playing and tormenting her opening as we kissed passionately. I reached to massage his bristling nipples, set amidst a sea of jet-black chest hair. The three of us were in ecstasy. Before I knew it, my cock was thumping for attention, and a rapturous sensation washed over my being. Now, she was suckling my hardness and stroking his erection simultaneously. She took turns pleasuring our Master and me.
P discarded both of our thobes, threw Matumi’s djellaba on the floor and went to town jabbing his tongue into her wetness. They were sixty-nineing as I straddled above P’s face so he could take turns alimenting our privates. I reached to fondle my classmate’s bosoms, titillating her to ecstatic moans. P’s fervent groans were a signal that he was ready for penetration. He took turns mounting her and entering me as I lay on top of Matumi, swathing her tiny breasts with my tender lips. The arousal was too tantalizing for His Highness; he pulled his palpitating hardness out of the Japanese girl, and without losing a second, he entered me, spewing his masculinity deep into my yearning orifice. P convulsed as if in a trance. Jets of warmness flowed into my receiving openness. I turned to accept his adulating kisses before he released me from his encasement. Bending down, he lapped up the residue of his deposits from my twinkling orifice and pushed them into the female’s vagina with his tongue, causing her to thrash uncontrollably with orgasmic rhapsodies.
This beguiling attraction was too enticing for me to withhold; I shot above Matumi’s head. The prince wasted no time in suckling my oozing head, drinking the remainder of my elixir of love and imbricating that which had dripped from the side of the bed. He wasted none of its tastiness but shared his intake between us until our passions subsided. Only then did he lay us quietly beside him, as we had been before our ménage à trois had commenced.
Matumi was the first to be dismissed. P wanted me to stay. Laying naked on his hairy chest, I couldn’t help but run my fingers across his tuft of hairiness. He gave me an affectionate kiss, stroking my hair as if I were his pampered pet. He looked exhausted. From his closed eyes, I detected he had a lot on his mind. The sexual liaison was what he needed to relieve his tension. I inhaled his intoxicating masculinity. He was the first to speak as a gentle smile washed over his tired face. “You are so cuddly and so adorable.”
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From the back cover:
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
Debauchery is the triquel to A Harem Boy’s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite.
It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother,’ and his ‘Valet,’ who served as his chaperones and mentors.
This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their third Arabian Household Harem, the Quwah. There, they became confidants to a prince, assistants in an international dance club venture, “Carousel,” and apprentices and models in a controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.”
This story is an account of the author’s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom.
A Harem Boy’s Saga is a series of five volumes.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book IV - TURPITUDE; a memoir by Young
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young
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Purchase link: getBook.at/DEBAUCHERY
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