Amira Makes An Offer Of Her Own

As Rick reached inside his coat for a cigarette, he needed one after that performance, the housekeeper walked up to him. Her wide hips moved from side-to-side and her heavy breasts swayed slightly. It was an incredulous sight. Her hair and her face, except her eyes, were concealed by the hajib, yet the rest of her was completely nude. All of her curves and imperfections were on display. Even her feet were bare. Yet her head was covered.

Once she was standing before him, she said, "Mister Rick, after Miss Yvonne's offer, I feel obligated... " She paused, "No, that's not the right word. I feel privileged to be able to ask you if you would like for me to remove my veil?"

"Are you saying what I think you are saying, Amir?" Rick asked, already feeling his dick starting to get hard.

Reaching up to her face, she slowly loosened, then pulled aside the part of the hijad that covered most of her face. "I am asking if you would like to use my mouth." She smiled at him, her wide, full lips curling upwards at the corners.

Rick snubbed out his just lit cigarette and rose from his chair. Ordinarily he would kiss a woman making such an offer, but he was not sure of the protocol surrounding a naked lady who was wearing a hajib. So he simply un-buckled and un-zipped, all the while staring into Amira's deep, dark eyes. When he undid the button of his fly and was about to push down his pants, she quickly said, "Please. Allow me the honor." Sinking to her knees, she perform the final task and, grabbing the waist band of his pants, pulled them down past his knees. She noticed the wide, damp spot over the end of his semi-erect penis and touched it with her forefinger. Lifting her gaze to his face, she smiled up at him. She leaned forward and closed her lips around the spot, sucking on it. Her actions did not remove the damp spot, of course. It only made the area wetter. But it did make his dick harder.

Searching out Yvonne to gauge her reactions, he saw her sitting on the edge of a chair, her back straight, her knees touching, her lower legs angled, and her ankles crossed. She was the perfect picture of a woman sitting prim and proper. Who just happened to be naked. And who just happened to be watching her lover about to be blown by another woman. He wondered if Emily Post had a chapter covering that sort of situation.

The gentle pressure of Amira's pressing on his stomach, urging him to sit down, brought him back to the present. Once he had done so, his feet pulled back and his knees apart, the housekeeper scooted for on her knees and cradled his erection with opened hands. Her palms and fingers serving as bookends. The way she was holding her hands, it looked like she about to say a prayer.

Moving her left hand away and gripping the shaft at the base, she took the top half of his cock into her mouth and closed her lips tightly around it. She sucked on it, as hard as she could, creating a vacuum. Slowly she raised her head, still sucking intensely on his dick, until her lips slipped over ridge at the head of his cock, breaking the seal with a loud 'POP'.

Not only did it sound like a gunshot, but Rick reacted as if it had been one. His whole body jerked from the sensation and he stared down at Amira in stupefied wonderment. She smiled up at his reaction, again taking the top half of his cock into her mouth, her eyes still staring into his. Duplicating the trick, she got an even better reaction this time.

When her mouth made that loud 'POP' as it slipped off the head of Rick's dick, not only did he suffer a mini-convulsion, but this time he moaned out, "Oh, Jeez!"

She did it a third time, her smile even broader. She knew that she could keep repeating this antic until he totally lost his mind, but she had teased him enough. Licking and lapping every square millimeter of his hard-on, she did not cease her 'tongue-bath' until his erection was shining with her spit. Once that was done, she rearranged her position, placing her hands on the chair's cushion and leaning over him so that her face was parallel with the ground. She took the head of his cock into her mouth...

And then she began to descend. Slowly she took more and more of his length into her, and Rick watched as his dick gradually disappeared between her lips. At one point she paused and her head did a brief jerk, as if she had encountered a bump. But she immediately resumed her sword-swallowing act. Rick realized that his dick was now down Amira's throat. Not until her nose encountered his stomach did her descent stop. Her lips were pressed against his pubic hair, her chin resting on his balls.

She did not immediately lift her head. Instead she remained motionless, his erection buried deep inside her gullet. She stayed down there for ten, twenty, thirty seconds. Finally she began to raise her head, moving just as slowly in the up direction as she had in the down. Her mouth briefly left the head of cock as she quickly inhaled and exhaled twice, refilling her lungs. Next, as before, she 'dived', moving a little faster this time, not staying down as long, and when she reached the head of his dick, she kept her mouth on it, breathing through her nose.

Over the next minute she continued to accelerate her head bobbing until she was throating him with a nice, steady rhythm. Breathing in on the down-stroking, holding her breath when his cock stuffed her throat, and exhaling on the up-stroke. Occasionally she made small gagging noises, but those seemed to be just minor glitches. Glancing quickly over at Yvonne, he saw that she was sitting up very straight, her eyes wide, and her mouth agape.

But his attention returned to Amira, watching her repeatedly making his dick disappear and reappear. He wanted to caress her head, but as before, he did not know the conventions of the hijad. The last thing he wanted to at this juncture was to offend her.

Gradually his breathing changed and his hips started to buck. From her perspective, Yvonne readily recognized the signs. She had seen them often enough. She mentally debated what to do, finally deciding to join them. Hurrying over to the couple, Yvonne squatted down by Amira and said, almost desperately, "Please. Let me have him."

Amira had not ceased or even altered her movements when she saw Yvonne crouching down beside her. But her plea sounded so sincere that she jerked her head away from that ready to spew trouser-snake. As quick as a mongoose, Yvonne was on that one-eyed cobra. Enveloping the sperm-spitting serpent in her mouth and clasping it with her hand. And not a second too soon. Having two women vying for his cum had pushed Rick into sensual overload. The instant her mouth engulf him, he exploded and cried out her name, "YVONNE!"

Hearing him invoking her name at his moment of climax excited the young blonde, and she pumped, and bobbed, and sucked for all she was worth. She eagerly accepted his blasts of thick cum; willingly gulped down his gooey globs of jizm; happily swallowed his slick, sticky, splatters of spunk. Stoking, sucking, swallowing.

When he had finished ejaculating and Yvonne had reluctantly conceded that Rick had nothing left to give, she lifted her head and opened her mouth wide in an 'all gone' gesture. Rick felt like he should say something witty at that point, but his thoughts were as empty as his balls. Fortunately, Signor Ferrari bailed him out.

"Bravo! BRAVO!" he bellowed in that boisterous manner of his as he stood up and clapped his hands loudly. "A rousing, heart-felt performance with a spectacular finish. This calls for a drink!" He extended one hand, palm facing outward. "Everyone stay were you are. I'll go get the brandy and glasses."