Took forever but I have updated!
My cousins and aunt came back from Turkey with awesome harem pants. I want them!
I really wanted to do Germany next but I think I might do a Ireland and then Scotland one first. Any suggestions and where they should be molested? Something cultural maybe? Let me know if you have any ideas!
Hope you like!
"Um, thank you?"
"Do you like them? Go try them on!"
Turkey ushered you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you allowing you to change into the new article of clothing he had bought for you.
Harem pants.
Yeah.
At first you had loved them. They were soft, flowing and just plan awesome but then he had to tell you what they were.
Harem pants.
It wouldn't have bothered you if not for the fact that you knew Turkey had…dabbled in the art of harems. The though made you scowl. Scowl like you had just smelt some of England's cooking. You didn't want to wear them. You were not going to be associated with an ancient whore house.
Still, you loved the masked man so you slide your jeans down and pulled the loose fabric over your legs. They fit well and though you hated to admit it, they suited you. The red brought out the gold shirt you had decided to wear that day and the whole attire brought out your natural beauty.
"Damn~! I look good!"
[Name] threw open the door and called to her boyfriend.
"In here! How do you look, let me see~!"
[Name] turned a few corners, following the sound of Turkey's voice. You entered the room at the back of the hall, away from the main living space. You stopped; your eyes wide as you took in the space around you.
The room was enclosed by three solid walls and one that was made up by glass. It over looked the courtyard, with a balcony attached. The roof couldn't be seen as cloth hung from the ceiling giving off the appearance of being a tent. Small tables, mid-calf high, were dotted around the floor. Pillows littered the floor. Some small, hand size, others the size of a modern couch. It was one of the large pillows, a turquoise green, which Turkey lounged on.
[Name] raised a maintained eyebrow. He had changed too. He now wore, instead of his cargo pants and jacket, his own harem pants and a small vest that left his chest bare, his mask was gone giving you the lovely view of his masculine face. It took you a few seconds to figure it out. With a gasp of shock you pointed an accusing finger at the man.
"I am not going to participate in this, this, this sick fantasy you have! I'm not one of your whores that will wait hand and foot upon you!
"I thought, when you first gave me these, that you were up to some disgusting plan but then I tried them on and I thought, hey, I look good in these, maybe they were just a nice gift. But no, I should have known better!"
"Come here [Name]."
Turkey let his voice drop into a husky drawl. His hand patted the spot in front of him as he gave off a 'come hither' aura to the room.
You shivered and as much as you were angry at the man, the pillow did look very inviting. Deciding to be stubborn you sat across from him with your arms and legs crossed. His lips formed a dangerous smile as his eyes darkened to a luscious colour. Sadik let a finger fall down your bare arm. You struggled to stay composed but he was affecting you and usually when he affected you like this clothes hit the floor.
"So, do you like the pants?"
"I *shiver* love them."
A blush skirted your cheeks. It was those eyes, those brown eyes, flecked with green. They promised things. Things that you knew would come true.
"I am so glad to hear that!"
He gave off a bright smile and rolled onto his back. You found yourself straddling the man not of your accord. Those years of taking over the world paid off for him as you unconsciously ran your hands over his bare chest. His muscles flexed under your touch, his grin growing in mirth.
"You're a demon."
You seethed out as he gave a light buck of his hips.
"Hmm, that wouldn't be the first time I've heard that. I was quite the terror back in the day."
"I'm sure you were."
His hips that were once only giving off random bucks began to thrust up into you. Through the pants he wore and the baggy ones that you donned you could feel the growing friction.
"I can't win can I?"
The game was lost. There was no way you could stay angry. This man had the power to make you crumble. Your female pride stung a bit but as his growing lump brushed against your wetness you pushed it to the side.
"I change my mind."
You stopped in the middle of a loud moan.
"What?"
"I don't like the pants. Take them off."
His mouth was set into a wicked grin and you mirrored it as the crimson pants hit the floor.
"Someone's excited, hahaha!"
His laugh echoed off the walls and mingled with the sound of the courtyard fountain.
"Shut up."
In a bout of sexual frustration you tugged his pants down so that they rested at his ankles.
"Now. We are going to be doing things my way."
Your face was set in dead seriousness. His eyebrows met his hairline.
"Oh," he said with a breathtaking smile that made you warm in your lower regions, "we'll see about that."
Your underwear and rest of the covering clothes hit the floor. His soon followed.
Thank you for reading!
