A minor misunderstanding and a new dress

Delta’s slit was already gushing by the time that Harold exploded in her mouth, several long rope of drool having escaped from her mouth to slide down the few inches of his cock which weren’t locked behind her lips and gone on to drape themselves amongst the curly strands on his balls.

Being dimly aware of the fact that the red-hot blonde squatting down in front of him was climaxing from sucking on his cock, Harold mimicked her by crossing his eyes just before the first jet of his balljuice was let loose into her mouth.

While Harold was lacking the blessing which both of his partners had already received, although Riolta might be planning to remedy that in the near future, he was still capable of pumping quite a considerable amount of cum into Delta’s mouth, and soon the mega-stacked blonde handmaiden had cum-bubbles pouring out over the corners of her mouth.

Pulling her head back so that Harold’s member appeared in front of her face, Delta held the saliva-coated piece of cockmeat aimed squarely at her face with one hand while her other was busy fondling his heavy testes in a spirited attempt to coax as much spunk from them as possible.

After he was finished spraying his load onto her face, Harold got to experience how Delta gently rubbed his cock against both of her cheeks before finally letting go.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay,” Harold almost felt as if he was betraying the vixen in front of her, and he felt a pang of guilt as she pouted her lips at what he had just told her.

“You’ll be back, right?” Delta inquired.

“Wild horses,” Harold promised, and allowed Delta to plant a wet kiss on the business-end of his dick before he tucked it back into his trousers.

“Mistress,” as Harold reached the door he heard Delta address the Countess, “the ball.”

Emmanuella von Koningswald was now placed on her knees on one of the cum-drenched couches, moaning with joy each time that Hudds’ nutsack came swinging forth to smack into her soaked slit, with Hudds ramming his cock into her asshole from behind, and her reaction to what Delta was saying was a startled and rather uneven “Right!” before she reached back with one hand and proceeded to fondle Hudds’ balls.

“No mistress, the ball,” Delta clarified, “we need to get you ready for the ball.”
Harold lingered on by the door long enough to see how Emmanuella and Hudds backed away from the couch, Hudds’ hands grasping her perfect tits, and then began to stagger across the room, his cock still buried in her anus, stopping every once in a while so that Hudds’ could buck his hips against her ass.

Riolta had donned the dress which Alexia had provided her with and was now scrutinizing her image in the mirror. From her vantage point, Riolta had to agree with what the tailor had said about Alexia having outdone herself with this particular item.

The dress which Riolta was now wearing was made from black satin, and it was just thick enough not to be transparent. Her right leg was left completely exposed by the dress, the hemline of which went from the top of her right hip to halfway down her left thigh. Before donning the transparent stripper heels which she was intending to wear that evening, Riolta had tried leaning to her left, and had found that her guess that this would cause the hemline to slide away and expose her pussy was correct.

There were really only two thin tongues of satin which covered her right side, each of which were equipped with barely noticeable gold buckles which could be pressed for the whole thing to fall open, which would come in very handy if she found herself needing to get out the dress in a hurry.

Her breasts were covered by the dress to the point were her areolas were just out of sight, the circular neckline showing off an amount of cleavage which Riolta found to be most suitable.

At the back, the dress left her whole back save for the small of it completely exposed, and its cut on the front was mirrored in how her right buttock was almost wholly exposed.

Just after she’d tried leaning, Riolta had turned away from the mirror and leaned forwards before looking back to make sure that this left her pussy and asshole completely exposed.

This had proved to be the case, and Riolta therefore felt pretty happy as she climbed into her platform shoes, which were equipped with heels so steep that they left her feet being almost vertical, although just as with the dress they would be easy to get out if the need arose.

As far as evening-gowns went, this was just up Riolta’s alley, and she completed her appearance by applying the right amount of makeup needed to highlight the best features of her face, and placed a golden chain around her neck from which an oval emerald hung down to dangle between her breasts.

All in all, Riolta was feeling quite pleased with how she was looking.