Pleasing the Sheikh

Everyone knew the man of this house only as the Sheikh. An offspring of the terribly wealthy and powerful Al-Assaf house of Saudi Arabia, the Sheikh's grandparents had made their fame and fortune in Jordan. They had relatives throughout the world, but this domain belonged purely to the Sheikh.

Kendall and Faith were bathed by female slaves, Indian women, and brought to the Sheikh, smelling sweet and looking radiant. The Southern redhead and the Californian blonde politely ate their meal of lamb and rice. Their new owner was genial, but reticent.

At the end, they both curled up on either side of the Sheikh, planting soft kisses along the nape of the neck. Faith reached down, rubbing the Sheikh's cock through his robe, her jaw dropping. He was good in length -- 8 inches -- but incredibly girthy. It was by far the fattest cock she'd ever felt. She motioned to Kendall to feel their new owner.

"My," Kendall said, "Allah has blessed you, my Sheikh."

Faith watched Kendall blow the Sheikh, her lips stretched impossibly wide. She shivered, wondering if she could do so well when the moment came.