“It is always a pleasure to have you visit,” Sheikh Hakeem said, smiling at Gretchen as she licked her lips.
“As it is my pleasure to suck that big cock of yours, Sheikh,” Gretchen replied with a smile.
“You may amuse my men while we speak,” Sheikh Hakeem said, Zach, Susan, and Krista watching as Gretchen crawled over to the eight men sitting nearby, one of them falling onto her, parting his robes as she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as his cock pierced her pussy and filled it.
“Sanctuary is taken very seriously,” Sheikh Hakeem said. “If I offer you sanctuary, me and everyone in my tribe assumes responsibility for your lives, even at the cost of our own. Why should I risk such a thing if such rich and powerful people seek you to take your life?”
“Only you can answer that,” Susan replied quietly, not looking over at Gretchen getting very noisily fucked. “I will pay you whatever you require.”
“Is that so?” Sheikh Hakeem asked, smiling, not closing his robes, his thick black cock dangling in front of him. “Perhaps my price will be too high for you.”
“If I can pay it, I will, whatever it is,” Susan said.
“If I offer you sanctuary, accept you into my tribe, you will be subject to the rules and ways of my tribe,” Sheikh Hakeem said. “As are Rolf and Gretchen, who are already honorary members,” he added, looking over to where Gretchen was on her back, the man fucking her moving aside to make room for another who fell on her, spearing her pussy with his cock as she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, the man who had been fucking her moving to her head and sticking his cock into her mouth, though not before spraying a rope of cum across her face.
“That has been explained to us,” Susan said, her chin quivering with nervousness.
“Of course,” Sheikh Hakeem said to one of the women sitting next to him who whispered in his ear.
As they watched in astonishment, she got to her feet and came over to them, taking Rolf by the hand and drawing him with her, pushing him down onto his back next to Gretchen and squatting down over his face, a big smile splitting her face when she felt his tongue in her pussy.
“Bedouin men would never lower themselves to doing that to a woman,” Sheikh Hakeem explained as the woman rode Rolf’s tongue. “For that, my women are particularly fond of Rolf.”
“Then they will be even fonder of Zach,” Krista said.
“Why is that?” Sheikh Hakeem asked, smiling.
“Because Zach has the tongue of the gods,” Krista replied. “Nobody eats pussy like Zach.”
“But there is only one god and Allah is his name,” Sheikh Hakeem said firmly.
“I-I was speaking figuratively,” Krista stammered, not having realized what a faux pas she was making.
“For the moment, I accept you as my guests,” Sheikh Hakeem said. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like your passports. They will be returned to you shortly.”
“Of course,” Susan replied, all of them extracting their passports and handing them forward, the sheikh handing them to one of the men who disappeared into the shadows.
“Come, sit with me,” Sheikh Hakeem said. “We will drink coffee and talk.”
They moved forward and sat on the carpets in front of the sheikh, Krista unable to keep her eyes from his big black cock, unconsciously licking her lips.
“You like my cock?” Sheikh Hakeem asked, hefting it in his hand and slowly jacking it.
“It is beautiful,” Krista replied, her eyes shining.
A heavy-set woman with large pendulous breasts appeared with a silver tray bearing four small cups, steam rising from them. Bending over to set it down between the sheikh and his guests, Zach was treated to the sight of her naked pussy, her thick outer lips gaping apart to reveal dark-tinged inner lips and a fat clit in a glistening vermillion bed.
“Have you any questions?” Sheikh Hakeem asked, personally handing each of them one of the delicate cups, the smell of coffee filling the tent. “This is what we call mud coffee,” he explained. “The coffee grounds are in the bottom of your cup, so do not stir or shake it unless you want a very gritty mouthful of coffee.”
“This is delicious,” Susan said, taking a sip. “Very unusual.”
“It is made with cardamon,” Sheikh Hakeem explained, taking a sip from his cup. “It is a traditional Bedouin coffee.”
“It is wonderfully aromatic and flavorful,” Susan said, smiling up at him, though her eyes, like Krista’s were constantly drawn to his big black cock.
“Your English,” Krista said, “you sound like a British aristocrat.”
“That would upset any number of peers of the realm to hear you say so,” Sheikh Hakeem laughed. “I did my Doctorate at the London School of Economics. Though I was welcome in their drawing rooms and at their tables, nothing they could do could possibly disguise the contempt they felt for me. I was tolerated only because of my wealth, which trumps anything in the UK.”
Next to them yet another man filled Gretchen’s pussy with his cock while the man who had just fucked her stuck his into her mouth, grunting as he came.
“We are not peers of the British Empire,” Susan said. “We are Americans, people who evolved from those who objected to the hypocritical English system. Personally, I judge a person by their actions, not their words or race or religion.”
“An enlightened attitude,” Sheikh Hakeem said, placing his cup back on the silver tray.
The man to whom he had handed the passports returned, handing them to the sheikh and leaning over to whisper in his ear. They sheikh turned to look at him and the man nodded.
“So that there will be no misunderstandings,” Sheikh Hakeem said, handing them their passports, “if I grant you sanctuary, you become de facto members of my tribe.”
“I’m sure that would be an honor,” Susan said, smiling.
“I do not allow the women of my tribe to wear clothing in my tent,” Sheik Hakeem said. “We are one tribe; what one has, all have. A woman may belong to one man as wife, but she is a woman of the tribe and any man may have her. The same goes for the men. They may have a wife, but they belong to the tribe. Centuries of experience have taught us that this reduces the strife that can result from jealousy.”