The two women stood in the backyard of a mansion in the Hollywood Hills admiring the night time view of L.A. lights as they waited to be summoned. Leilani sipped champagne from a fluted glass. She was a really pretty girl with big brown eyes, long straight black hair and big fake boobs pressed against her tiny frame in her tight hot pink bandage dress. Jenna was the other escort; a long legged woman in her twenties with long dark honey blonde hair and a model’s angular face. Out of the string of women, paid and unpaid, who paraded in and out of the house during the past week of parties, they were the only party girls left as they were the sheik’s favorite.
The two women turned at the sound of approaching leather soled shoes echoing across the concrete path from the pool. Omar, the sheik’s thin, dark personal assistant dressed in his impeccable suit made his way towards them.
He said, “Misses, his excellency requests your company.”
Back to work. Jenna knocked back the last of the tequila. Leilani did the same, setting down their glass before following the small assistant back inside the lit mansion. Like sex in motion the two women walked, their heels clicked along the marble floors as they were led to the sheik’s room in which Omar opened the double doors.
Mahmoud, a businessman in his late thirties, sat on a plush chair in expensive Italian clothes stroking his baby tiger he purchased two days ago. The little guy was tranquil, probably sedated, as it laid on his lap gently licking its paw. The sheik gestured for the girls to step forward which they did. He gestured for them to take off their dresses. The women did until Jenna stood before him in a pink lace bra and panties while Leilani stood waiting dressed in red satin panties and bra. There was no expression on his face. No sign of pleasure or annoyance; no emotions at all. He gestured to a dresser. On top of it was a silver tray with a can of whipped cream.
“You,” he said, pointing at Leilani. “Spray the cream on her and lick it off.”
Jenna walked to the bed, taking a seat as Leilani fetched the whipped cream. The tall blonde reclined as Leilani dropped to her knees between her knees. She was about to spray the cream on Jenna’s tummy when Mahmoud spoke up.
“Not there. Lick her pussy.”
Leilani pulled down Jenna’s panties then spurted the cream on her shaven snatch. The pretty brunette began to lick in exaggerated way before pressing her lips against the blonde’s pussy, smearing cream over pretty nose.
Jenna’s body betrayed her with arousal. She never wanted to admit that she was perversely aroused by sex with a client. She fought the orgasmic sensations as Leilani slurped all the cream away, never really sticking her tongue within her slit. She kept licking even when all the cream was gone.
Mahmoud crooned, “Now you, come here.”
Jenna got up off the bed and when she stood a few feet away, he spread his knees to invite her in. She placed her hands on his thighs as she knelt between his knees. He moved the tiger cub aside to unzip his pants to pull his limp member from his pants. Jenna gave a soft sigh of resolution as her lips took him into her mouth. He stroked the now active tiger cub as she blew him. She licked and sucked his dick now hardening within her mouth. When it was thoroughly hard, Mahmoud dumped the tiger on the chair as he stood dropping his pants and briefs to the ground.
He gruffly said, “You, take the back.”
Leilani moved behind him before kneeling. Her face was inches from his butt when he reached back to spread his butt cheeks. She tentatively poked her tongue at his puckered hole until he grabbed the back of her head and shoved it in. She placed her hands on his hips as she licked and probed his asshole with her tongue.
“Get back to work,” he said to Jenna.
She crawled upright on her knees towards him, accepting his rock hard shaft into her mouth. She sucked at him, using her hand to stroke his base until he swatted it away.
“No hands,” he barked.
Jenna’s head bobbed back and forth, slurping on his meat. Bristly paws swatted at her heels before little tiger teeth gnawed on them. Every time she moved her feet away from the playful kitten, the tiny terror unleashed a little churlish growl before going for his prey with claws. This amused Mahmoud.
“You want to share with baba, eh?” he said, looking down at the cub. “Ah, yeah, bitch.”
He clutched her head, holding it still as he thrusted down her throat. She gagged and fought against vomiting as he drove it down her throat. Then suddenly, he threw back his head, and shot his hot seed down her open throat. He wiggled his deflating cock in her mouth as the last spurts of cum dribbled from him. Leilani was still tonguing his asshole as he withdrew from Jenna’s mouth and staggered a few feet to flop onto the bed. He tapped his watch as the two women stayed where he left them, on their knees upon the fur rug playing with the rambunctious baby tiger. A soft knock on his door preceded its opening and Omar entered.
Mahmoud waved his hand at him.
Omar said, “Come, misses, hurry.”
The two women collected their clothes as Omar grabbed the little tiger. The three scurried from the room, dimming lights as they did as they left the snoring sheik to his sleep.
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