The women took positions in a semi-circle behind me, facing Kalif. I was about to step towards him when one of the girls grabbed me by the hand and sat me on the chair. She positioned me so that I was sitting up, back straight, hands demurely over my kitty, and my legs crossed. She adjusted my hair, tilted my head down, and gave me a wink before she returned to her position.
Kalif sat up straight in his chair, rubbing his chin as he stared unblinking at me. I looked up at him and bit my lip, I hoped that I didn’t look too desperate.
He just nodded once and clapped his hands twice.
As one, all the women pulled their bikinis and headscarves off and moved to surround the chair.
I opened my mouth to say something but the woman who had set me up in the chair shook her head so I kept my mouth shut. While I was disappointed that Kalif stayed seated I could not be upset at the beauties surrounding me.
They were mouth-watering. Perfect skin and the kind of toned bodies that come from doing nothing but swimming and lotioning all day. Each woman had a neatly trimmed bush with identical star patterns outlined with a thin tattoo. I wondered if this was Kalif’s mark and hoped that I wouldn’t have to grow mine back out yet my pussy quivered at the thought of being branded.
Kalif uttered a single word, “tabda“.
The girls swarmed in. Suddenly I had tender mouths sucking and kissing on my toes, taking in my fingers. Eager tongues probed between my digits in a way that felt just they were already between my pussy lips. Hands caressed my breasts and greedy mouths sucked on my nipples.
A pair of beautiful brown eyes looked up at me from my chest, it was the women who sat me in the chair, she swiftly moved up from my swollen nipple and her tender lips met mine. I ached to throw my arms around her as we kissed but they were being held firm, eager tongues flitting across my flesh.
As our mouths danced together I felt the soft, wet flesh of eager pussy pressed into each of my hands. I eagerly explored them, their rapidly gyrating hips showing me their desperation. I plunged two fingers into each warm box.
Suddenly a tongue flicked against my clit. I felt my legs being pulled apart as the women slid me fully onto my back, my legs held straight up. Two of the women rubbed against my legs like cats in heat. Small breasts pressed against my calves and soft, moist mounds ground into my thighs as they slid up and down.
The tongue between my legs explored my entire being. Licked every petal. Suckled on every millimeter of flesh. A single long finger entered me and massaged my most sensitive internal spots. My hips moved unbidden with her gentle motions.
The women on my fingers cried out together, their juices soaking my hands.
It was too much, my body tensed up and I exploded with a writhing orgasm. The only reason I didn’t yell out was the woman kissing me simply held me all the tighter and I tasted only her lips.
I regained my senses and as our lips separated I felt myself stretching my neck, longing to taste the soft lips once again. Instead of returning to our embrace she climbed onto the chair and lowered her dripping pussy onto my face.
I found that I was just as desperate for those lips!
Her skin smelled of the same scented soap I had been prepped with and her pussy tasted unusually clean. If I had to guess she had never had a man before. Its sweetness drove me wild, my tongue danced inside of her like a tentacle in a sexy cartoon.
I heard two more claps from Kalif and the sound of a wooden chest being opened. The woman between my legs pulled her wonderful tongue and fingers away, only to be replaced by someone taking a familiar intimate position between my legs. The woman attached to my legs stepped away and a pillow was maneuvered under my butt. I felt something push against my opening.
Yes! Kalif is finally taking me!
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