A maid

‘O. My. Gods.’

With these three short words the new arrival at the doorway of the room inadvertently gave herself away to Hudds and Riolta.

What a shock she got. Hudds’ massive, obscene, distended cock, the dimensions of which made a mockery of anything even remotely normal or natural, was laid with the base of its trunk against Riolta’s pert asscheeks, the thick shaft extending all the way up her slender, toned back with the monstrous head leaking thick, sloppy tears into her black hair. Riolta, giggling, the action causing her big tits to jiggle, turned to face the door and flashed a smile, the black tresses smeared in cum sticking to the side of her face as she looked over her shoulder.

The sexual proximity of the two lovers in the centre of the room, the sticky ropes of cum dripping from the ceiling into puddles on the polished floor, the thick, Riolta-shaped silhouette of cum still plastered to the wall were all the hallmarks of an extraordinary fuck-session. The new arrival stared, open mouthed in shock.

Riolta liked what she saw. The new arrival seemed nominally to be dressed as a maid, with a minuscule apron covering the front of her body. Covering wasn’t really the right word; if the function of apron was to catch mess, this particular scrap of fabric wouldn’t have stood much chance of accomplishing that. It was black and shiny, made from either chiffon or silk, and hanging from the girl’s neck. The neckline plunged into the girl’s massive cleavage, but also, the outer swell of her impressive tits could clearly be seen, spilling from the sides of the material. Nor did the apron extend down very far, for all of the girl’s tight abdomen could clearly be seen. There was a skirt happening, but it was nothing more than two flaps of material, front and back, extending down no more than three inches from the low waistline, with only the strap holding it together at the top, so the sides of the girl’s legs could be seen in their entirety. Long white socks that went over the knees – long indeed that could stretch up her impressive, and slender legs – completed the look, with a pair of white platform heels on her feet.

‘I do hope you’ve brought a towel,’ said Riolta, turning fully to the door and giving the girl a fuller look at the state of her gorgeous body dripping with hot semen. She posed with her index finger in her mouth. ‘I’m having a midnight snack and I appear to have got it all down me.’

‘Afraid not…’ said the girl, a brunette with honey coloured eyes and a deeply tanned complexion.

Hudds turned to face the girl. Far from embarrassed now, he hefted his giant cock in her direction and Riolta laid a hand on the trunk.

‘And why are you here?’ Hudds asked, suddenly remembering his duty as a guard to Riolta.

‘I’ve a message for Miss Snow,’ the girl said.

‘Yes?’ said Riolta.

‘The Duke von Schwechlen is giving an archery lesson in the courtyard to a visiting prince tomorrow morning. He says he’d be honoured if you’d attend to give a brief masterclass to the dignitary.’

‘Tell him I’d be delighted,’ Riolta said

The girl curtseyed, eyeing the enormous prick in front of her.

‘And what can we offer you in return?’ said Riolta. ‘How does thirty seconds with my stud sound?’

The girl’s eyes went wide, and then narrowed naughtily.

No more than thirty seconds later, the same girl staggered out of Riolta’s stateroom, tottering unsteadily on her high platform heels, her apron plastered with cum, making it cling stickily to the phenomenal curves of her tits. Both her hands, and her arms all the way up to her elbows were dripping with sticky ropes of jizz. Her face was a cumpainted mess, her brunette tresses weighed down with heavy streaks of creamy cum and her asscheeks were both slathered with semen, a wet splash having painted the pert glutes white, the dress having been ripped away.

She left a trail of cum as she wandered, drunk on jizz, down the corridor.

Riolta laughed huskily as she shut the door on the messy maid, and turned to Hudds.

‘Let’s get that cock-ring off you,’ she said. ‘It’s getting early, and we need at least some rest for tomorrow…’