Anal orgasms for three sluts

No amount of bracing could have prepared Leon for the scene that he was faced with when he opened one of the two matching doors and stepped back out onto the street. A high-pitched, ecstatic shriek came to him directly from his left, and made him turn in that direction.

What he saw was his partner for the day, a recently hired guard by the name Arlette, standing facing the wall of the mansion, her legs spread slightly apart and her upper body leaned down until it was horizontal while her arms were stretched out and her hands firmly planted against the stone wall.

Except for her boots and her thong, the back of which Leon could see was slung over one of her full, muscular buttocks, Arlette was now naked, her stylized chest plate and the attached chainmail, as well as her helmet, laying strewn across the cobblestones all around her, glistening as though they’d been left out during a belting rainstorm.

Since the evening was a clear one, the soaked state of Arlette’s armour confused Leon, but then the gorgeous, superbly busty redhead produced a throaty shriek and had the whole of her curvy body convulse as gushers of girlcum exploded out past her swollen pussy lips to rain down upon the street and her possessions.

The reason why Arlette was climaxing like this was to be found directly behind her, and turned out to be somewhat shorter than seven feet tall, hugely muscular and completely naked. For the man who had enjoyed a slow, two-woman handjob as he came strolling up to the entrance was now positioned behind of and extremely close to Arlette, and Leon’s eyes bulged as he realised that practically the whole of the man’s enormous cock was currently inserted past Arlette’s ballooning anus while he assfucked her with short, fast thrusts of his hips.

Scanning his gaze across the three women who had arrived along with the man, two of whom he knew from before, Leon groaned. A few feet away from where his partner was currently busy having her heart-shaped booty impaled on a ginormous cock, and looking positively delirious with lust in response to said impalement, Zuleica was standing in front of Namaria, leaning forwards so she could lick her darker-skinned partner’s pair of huge, orb-like tits, doing so with boundless enthusiasm as she let her tongue dance across Namaria’s tits. Upon closer inspection, Leon noted that one of Zuleica’s hands was between Namaria’s legs, and that the naughty minx was fingering her partner’s bald, juicing snatch while simultaneously attending to her fantabulous set of knockers.

And then there was the second brunette, of a less dusky complexion than Zuleica but with her smooth, silky skin having a bronzed quality about it, who was leaning even further forwards than Zuleica as she stood behind her, her bubble butt turned towards the stud currently ploughing Arlette’s ass while her hands were closed around the flimsy waistband of Zuleica’s black thong, which was pulled down about halfway along her toned thighs. The brunette’s face, meanwhile, was obscured from view due to the fact that it was currently lodged between Zuleica’s juicy asscheeks, and whatever the brunette was doing, it was enough to make Zuleica moan and whimper with lust into Namaria’s chest. Standing there, Leon spotted the base of something very thick sticking out from between the brown-haired stranger’s cheek, and he groaned again when he realized that she’d most likely had that fat dildo shoved up her ass when she came sauntering up to him along with her friends.

“Hmm, why am I not surprised?” Zoelle purred where she stood next to Leon, her hands on her naked hips as she surveyed what was going on. The way in which she was dressed, if that was indeed the correct term, had caused Leon’s cock to be almost painfully erect, filling up the protrusion on his chest plate even before he’d returned to his post.

“H-hello again, Zoelle,” Namaria greeted the statuesque blonde, with her waspish waist and her massive tits bulging out obscenely in front of her.

“Hello, Namaria,” Zoelle returned the greeting, being able to keep her voice at a low volume as she spoke in a playful, soft tone thanks to Arlette ceasing her ecstatic shrieking as she came down from her latest orgasmic peak.

“Should I bring Lady Grifoen and her guests out here to watch the show?” Zoelle teased Namaria, her pouty lips forming a sly smile as she sauntered over towards the three horny, cavorting sluts, noting the thin purple strap of cloth that was dangling down from between Laila’s swollen pussy lips and the way in the immensely thick base of the dildo projected out beyond her bronzed asscheeks.

Namaria let her gaze run up and down Zoelle’s curvaceous shape as the top-heavy blonde moved about, balancing on the cobblestoned street on the stiletto-heels of her black sandals.

“I like your jewellery,” Namaria said, the stream of her juices pouring onto Zuleica’s slender digits increasing as she continued to admire Zoelle.

“Thanks,” Zoelle purred, her left hand going for the exquisite gold necklace, complete with precious gemstones, that dangled down towards her massive and completely unclothed chest, crowned by her stiff, dark little nipples. Apart from the necklace, she was wearing gold bracelets and anklets, as well as a slim belly chain slung round her narrow waist. The bracelet wrapped round her right wrist shook as Zoelle wrapped her hand round the base of Laila’s travel dildo.

“In fact,” Namaria began, after a few moments where she’d been unable to make herself heard due to Arlette resuming her production of blissful cries and screams as Dareios’ slow, rhythmic pounding of her bubble butt brought her over the edge again, “I like your whole outfit.”

Aside from the jewellery and the sandals, Zoelle was completely naked, her smooth skin glistening from the oil which had been worked into it by someone who had obviously pained themselves to do a thorough job of it.

“Thanks, Lady Grifoen picked it for me,” Zoelle’s smile grew naughtier as she began to pump the dildo in and out of Laila’s ass. This made the brown-haired warrior woman moan into Zuleica’s bunghole, but she didn’t pull her face away from between the other slut’s full cheeks.

“Did she oil you up too?” Namaria asked, her voice breaking up a little when Zuleica’s fingers left her snatch and found her clit.

“Mmm, she licked me clean and oiled me up,” Zoelle was sawing the dildo in and out of Laila’s ass now, making her tremble as she used the fake cock to pound away at her distended cinnamon ring, “You were out of it by then, but Dareios fucking drenched me with cum before I left…”

At this point, Leon remained perfectly still, looking very much like he was about to suffer an aneurysm.

“You walked through town covered in cum?” Namaria’s face lit up into an even sluttier smile than the one she’d already been sporting, “Naughty slut!”

“That’s what Lady Grifoen said…” Zoelle purred, her left hand diving in between her own legs, “She had me stand perfectly still while she licked every part of me clean, made me tell her all the things Dareios did to me while she savoured the taste of his cum…”

This clearly brought back memories to Dareios, who thrust himself balls-deep in Arlette’s ass one final time before moving his hands to her tits, fondling them as his balls pounded against his thighs and a first long surge of his thick jizz flooded into the redhead’s bowels.

“CUM IN MY ASS!” Arlette’s scream bounced off the walls as she disappeared off into a state of sheer orgasmic bliss again, girlcum geysering out of her twitching honeypot and her ass grinding against Dareios’ waist as he continued to pump one voluminous discharge of spunk after another deep inside of her.

While more and more jizz was being deposited inside Arlette’s tightest hole, although her previously so tiny asshole had now been expanded to such an obscene degree that that description wasn’t strictly accurate any longer, Zuleica started bucking between her two lovers, honey gushing and squirting out of her slit as Laila’s tonguing of her ass pushed her over the edge. This made her shift her attention away from Namaria’s clit and stab three fingers back inside her partner and lover’s tight, slick hole, making her climax as well until her juices were splashing against the dusky dancer-slut’s wrist while Zuleica moaned hard into Namaria’s huge boobs.

Seeing Namaria drop her head back and close her eyes while puckering her lips and beginning to tremble as an orgasm washed over her, Zoelle stepped up the pace at which she was ploughing into Laila’s ass with the immensely thick dildo, only having to go on for a few more seconds before Laila too was swept up into a state of orgasmic bliss.

With five people now cumming all around them, Zoelle looked towards Leon and smiled at him.

Once he’d finished filling Arlette’s ass up with his viscous spunk, Dareios proceeded to extract his cock from inside it, the gorgeous guardswoman whimpering and experiencing another couple of anal orgasms, each comparatively mild to the absolutely massive one that she’d just experienced, until a resonant “SCHLORP!” announced that his cockhead had popped out of her bulging, gaping asshole.

No longer skewered on Dareios monstercock, Arlette stumbled forwards, too locked in her post-orgasmic haze to be able to stop herself from crashing into the wall in front of her. Dareios was there to help her though, sweeping in and wrapping his arms around her voluptuous form, pulling her back towards his much bigger frame right before she was about to crash face-first into the wall.

Feeling the base of Dareios’ cock sink in between her buttocks and realising with a lustful gasp that it was still rock-hard, Arlette began moving her hips, rubbing her massively distended ringpiece against the vein-ridged underside of his cock whilst moaning happily.

“Will… will I see you again?” Arlette stammered out her question, feeling embarrassed even to ask it, and she was still looking straight ahead even while she could hear the other women come down from their climaxes.

“Of course you will,” the towering stud behind her promised, reaching in to tenderly wipe a sweat-soaked strand of red hair away from her face, one of his hands caressing her tits while the other turned her face so he could lean down and kiss her on the lips.

The kiss soon came to involve tongues, and not knowing what else to do but desperately wanting to do something other than just rub her asshole against the man’s ginormous cock, Arlette reached down between her legs and placed one hand on his ballsack, marvelling at how big and bloated it felt before gently pulling it forwards until it was rubbing against her juicing slit.

“Come on, you two!” Zoelle stepped in behind Dareios and gave his ass a playful slap that caused him to end the kiss with Arlette.

“Oww…” Dareios muttered, bringing his hand away from Arlette’s tits to rub his ass.

“Sorry, but you have a show to put on, remember?” Zoelle grinned at him, and Dareios could see Laila, Namaria and Zuleica lined up behind her.

“I’m Dareios,” Dareios introduced himself to the redheaded guard before finally letting go of her.

“I’m Arlette,” Arlette replied, giving Dareios’ testes one last loving stroke before releasing her hold of them and allowing him to back away from her.

“Don’t worry, Arlette,” Zoelle smilingly consoled the guardswoman, “If Dareios is as big a success as I think he will be, I’m sure Lady Grifoen will assign him a bodyguard to make sure nothing happens to him.”

Staring at the strapping, completely naked stud, with a sword slung over his back, Arlette didn’t think he looked like he’d ever need a bodyguard. With a moan, she plunged a couple of fingers inside her pussy, and had her heart skip a beat or two when this caused him to reach down and grab hold of his cock, giving the mammoth slab of rigid fuckmeat a few good jerks for her viewing pleasure.

“Dareios…” Zoelle reminded him, and Dareios stopped what he was doing, instead stepping forwards and giving Arlette a quick goodbye kiss before turning to the rest of the group.

“Should we get going then?” He asked, giving a pale-faced Leon a nod to acknowledge his presence.

Namaria and Zuleica rushed forwards to take their place by Dareios’ side, each of them placing a hand on his erect cock. Having slipped off her thong, Zuleica draped the skimpy garment over Dareios’ member, leaving it there.

Giggling, Zoelle wrapped one arm round Laila’s waist and led the way, the others following behind them inside the Grifoen mansion.

After watching them disappear, Leon turned his attention back towards Arlette, and groaned hard when he saw that she was still fingering herself like a woman possessed, her left hand between her legs to allow her to run one finger along the inside of the widened shape of her bunghole.