A job on board the 'Voltsvaghn

‘We’ve received an accommodation,’ Cyrus announced to the array of sluts around him. ‘There’s a party tonight onboard the ‘Voltsvaghn’ and I’ve been engaged to send eight of my best. Suresh, Stefan, Zdenyek and Kullus will all go for the boys.’

‘What’s the Voltsvaghn?’ said Karra.

‘Sven Hasslefresian’s steam-powered paddle boat,’ said Cyrus. ‘It’s a luxury vessel used for pleasure cruises around the peninsula. We get quite a lot of invitations to provide warm bodies for parties on it.’

‘And whose party is it this time?’ said Miele, chewing her long blonde hair like a teenager.

‘No other than Countess Emmanuella von Koningswald,’ said Cyrus.

There were more than a few pleased smiles at this, and Karra once again felt compelled to find out more about the illustrious name of the person making the commission.

‘The Countess is an extraordinary woman,’ said Cyrus, ‘and a very dear and valued client of ours. She is the most noted beauty in the Tharros aristocracy and high society, the jewel of the Establishment and the perennial it-girl of court circles. I need not re-emphasise, I hope, to all of you about the need for confidentiality. She’s hosting a soiree on board the Voltsvaghn tonight for a number of her gentleman friends and wants four girls to keep them company.’

‘Greedy bitch needs four of our boys just for herself,’ said Ylva, pouting a little.

‘As you know full well,’ said Cyrus to Ylva, ‘she can handle four without much trouble. To her that’s little more than an appetiser. If she were on the payroll here she’d give each of you here a run for their money over who was top slut.’

‘And who are the girls to be?’ said Miele.

‘You, of course, Miele,’ said Cyrus, ‘along with Ylva and Rionna. The last one, I’m not sure about yet. I need to be convinced about a number of things. Karra, would you step forward, please.’

Karra did as she was instructed, moving to stand in front of Cyrus, at the head of the group of underdressed sluts.

‘Reshma, I’d like you to stand next to Karra,’

Reshma did so. Karra looked at her. She was of oriental origin and had the petite body to accompany the look, but a pair of astoundingly big tits that complemented her trim physique even further. For clothes, she was wearing nothing other than pink mesh gloves that covered her forearms and left her fingers open, a pink mesh top that hung on the top of her boobs like a bulging net, the huge tits expanding the material so that everything, from the succulent contours of her jugs to the little nipples that capped them, could be seem. If this were not enough, the small size of the top could do nothing to cover the undersides of her boobs, which hung open, exposed. A pair of mesh panties completed the look, which had the same effect of not really concealing her body at all. Reshma’s trim ass, Karra noticed, gave her own a run for her money. Her hair was coloured with a subtle set of tawny highlights.

‘And Melora, too, I think,’ said Cyrus.

Another girl emerged from the throng that Karra had failed to notice before. Melora proved to be a short blonde with tousled, shiny hair that riffled down her back. She was wearing a pair of white boots with stiletto heels that extended all the way up to her thighs, where they were folded down to just over her knees. A white leather corset, trimmed with white fur, covered her midriff, where just below, a black tattoo crawled up from her exposed pussy, and just above, a pair of juicy, golden coloured tits spilled over the top.

There was some consternation, in the form of disconsolate muttering around the assembled women at Cyrus’ inclusion of Karra, who had only been around for the day compared to the other more seasoned performers, but Cyrus silenced it when he took his dick in his hand and began stroking himself to full hardness.

‘We’re going to have a competition for last place,’ he said, as his member began to stiffen and flood with blood, the head beginning to rear angrily. ‘Each of you is going to give me one suck in turn. That’s one and one only. The one who manages to bring me off will be going onboard the Voltsvaghn tonight.’

At this, the three sluts got on their knees in front of their master. Melora moved in first, rising up slightly, and taking the head of Cyrus’ cock into her wet, hot mouth. Cyrus groaned when Melora’s cheeks billowed inward and she started to move her head down the thick, meaty tube. Bobbing her head down the bottom of the shaft, she made her way back up, her tongue snaking around the shaft as she did so, and finally released his cock with a pout on her lips and bent down to lick at his shaft.

Cyrus quickly took the base of his cock between his thumb and forefinger and smacked her hard in the face with the underside of his heavy member. ‘No cheating,’ he said to the chastised blonde.

Reshma came in next, engulfing a good portion inside her mouth. She held it there, lashing the sensitive head with her tongue. She took so long that Karra had to slap her on the arm. Reshma chuckled, which produced some very strange sensations in Cyrus’ groin, before sucking on it in a long, very slow slurp. Cyrus could feel the tension building up quickly in his balls at the exquisite, torturous slowness.

When it was Karra’s turn she wasted no time in engulfing the huge prick in one fluid gulp, taking the entirety of the shaft deep into the back of her throat with one swift movement. She could feel the turgid meat filling her mouth and pressing against her oesophagus, but, **** back her impulse to gag, instead looked up at Cyrus standing over him and winked.

It was that action that made Cyrus cum. Ready for Cyrus' climax, Karra kept her lips sealed around the hard shaft until his spurts began. She could feel a torrent of jizz being released into her throat, and began to work her way off the spasming member. There were an awful lot of inches, so it took quite a while.

She squeezed upward on his prick, getting the last little bit out before slurping her lips off of his long cock. Karra looked at Reshma with a quizzical expression as she opened her mouth to show the huge white load of cum inside it. One side of Reshma’s mouth crinkled up in a half-smile as she shook her head and looked purposefully at Melora. Karra placed a hand behind Melora's neck and kissed her open-mouthed, transferring the whole amount of Cyrus’ seed to the blonde slut.

"Mmuggumph!" grunted Melora in surprise as Karra's tongue pushed the salty mass into her mouth. Karra's agile tongue swivelled back and forth, stirring the thick liquid around and over Melora's tongue and teeth. Karra pulled back and a long shiny strand of sperm linked her bottom lip to Melora's. It hung there suspended as Melora's look of surprise changed to one of delight. She closed her lips and swallowed down Cyrus’ cum. Reshma took the cue, sitting between them, to reach up with one finger to break the strand off Melora's lips and then licked her own finger clean.

‘I didn’t want the two of you to miss out completely…’ Karra giggled, giving the thick, spent dick in front of her a soft pat with her hand.