Dance

‘How about a little dance?’ suggested Karra.

‘I think I’d like that,’ said Miele.

Miele seated herself on the lip of the fountain as Karra prepared herself. Her muscles were aching now, particularly after the hard workout she had been on the receiving end of in the courtyard, but she was determined to prove her worth, especially to Miele, who was someone whose respect she dearly wanted to win.

After a couple of stretches, Karra decided to treat Miele to a local speciality that she had learned as a younger girl as a devotional dancer for the Kalim Devouts. She had, of course, worked a couple of variations into the scheme over the years to make the routine more exotic and hot, so she was sure that Miele would like what she saw.

Using the pulsing of the water in the fountain as template for the tempo in her mind, Karra launched into a swerving dive, each part of her body co-opted into seamless synchronicity, her hand coming up and fondling her juicy tits before rippling down her body and fleetingly snapping at her snatch.

Using her long legs to their fullest potential, Karra gyrated her hips and sashayed a few yards before dropping onto her knees and arching her back, then suddenly catapulting herself over her head and flipping onto her feet so she came up standing from the flick-flack with her back to Miele.

Looking at Miele over her shoulder, making eye contact and then drawing Miele’s foxy gaze down, Karra encouraged the huge-titted blonde to see that in mid air during the manoeuvre she had somehow contrived to stick two fingers up her own ass.

After pulling them out and licking them suggestively, Karra slapped her firm asscheeks a few times before turning back around and working her hips into an array of undulations. At this point she knew that the hypnotic power of her ripped stomach, the fit, sculptured abdominal muscles rippling gorgeously, would make her performance a success. After a few more complicated moves, Karra came up on one knee in front of Miele, panting and with a sheen of sweat on her honey-coloured skin.

At this, Miele smiled and clapped her hands a few of times. ‘Excellent!’ she said. ‘A little rustic for my tastes perhaps, but with some interesting ideas. With raw talent like that, you may yet prove to be as good a dancer as you are a cumslut, although that would take some doing.’

Pleased with the praise, Karra stood. Miele followed suit and stuck her tongue out for Karra to lick at.

‘We should go to Latifa and see about a costume or two,’ said Miele. ‘Come on.’

Karra followed Miele back part of the way they had come and into a different section of the palace. This corridor was not so airy and spacious, and was instead lit by oil lamps on the walls. Stopping outside a door, Miele paused to listen.

‘Sounds like she’s occupied,’ the top-heavy blonde said. ‘Good! It might serve to keep her hands off me for a change!’

Opening the door, the two women stepped inside a lamplit room. Three sides of the room were filled with an enormous selection of clothes, from heeled boots of all sizes, platform sandals, to sashes, skirts, diaphonous robes, corsets, gloves, necklaces, and nipple patches. Karra was astonished. The chamber was an Aladdin’s Cave of erotic garments.

It was not this that immediately caught her attention, however. What was most surprising was that in the centre of the room, standing hip to hip were two sets of male buttocks, attached as they were to the backs of what appeared to be two very strapping men.

After a second or two, a pair of female hands appeared between the two male asses at waist height and peeled the two men aside, separating them and allowing Karra to see what was between them.

The hands belonged to chestnut-haired woman on her haunches in front of the two men who was balanced on a pair of shiny black ankle boots with platform soles and spike heels, a pair of black panties with a hole cut in the middle which displayed her dripping pink pussy and a black leather boob tube that strained to hold in what seemed to be a huge pair of tits.

‘This is Latifa,’ Miele explained.

Miele mumbled something unintelligible through the thick cockmeat jammed in her mouth.

‘She says she’s practising deepthroating two cocks at once and to pick out ourselves something nice to wear while she’s occupied.’

At this, Latifa nodded, causing the pricks to bob up and down in her mouth.

‘What do you want to put on?’ said Miele.