A Taste of Kendall

Kendall and Faith slipped out the side door of the harem part of Omar's complex, back towards the stable, entering through a back door. It was a Friday afternoon, and that appeared to be a quiet day even halfway around the world. Only here, the overbearing heat made even the stables air conditioned.

"There he is," Kendall said smugly. Faith saw Robbi down on his knees. In the harem, he wore his robes, and even a hijab, marking him as something less than a man. But this Indian had Robbi nude, and Faith saw his soft pink lips gliding up and down the healthy brown member of the Indian.

"How long did you date him?" Faith asked absently, her sex getting warm.

"Oh, we dated from junior high on. We got into money problems after high school, which led to stripping, which led to Omar, eventually. Hey Robbi!" She waived at her ex. Neither he, nor the Indian he was fellating, acknowledged their presence.

"They're trained not to do that," Kendall said. She wrapped an arm around the waist of Faith, watching quietly until the Indian pulled Robbi up. Robbi placed his hands on the wall, and the Indian started to fuck him, both of them grunting quietly. Faith could get the vestigal remnant of Robbi's manhood, flopping back and forth, occasionally leaking clear fluid.

"Well, I think we've voyeured enough, doll," Kendall whispered in Faith's ear. "Let's get back to our quarters, like good girls."

***

"C'mon, Omar expects this," Kendall said. Her tanned, waxed pussy lips beckoned to Faith. Faith bit her lip, her mind and sex still in overdrive from the sight she'd seen. She finally started moving closer to Kendall.

"That's a good girl. If we can share and please each other, that will give us an edge," Kendall said, cooing as Faith started to delicately eat her pussy. She sighed, exulting in this moment. This would please Omar indeed, she thought.