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In the dim back hallways of the brothel, it had every sense of status and class from the atmospheric dim lighting that held a dignified air and the richly decorated wood paneled walls along with art that must’ve cost a pretty penny.

Louise eagerly to drop to her knees and bath my cock with her tongue keeping it wet whenever I stopped to inspect the art. Her little mouth strained to fit my girthy cock, but she wasn’t intent on giving up and push on fucking her mouth on her own initiative bobbing her head with wanton moans from the mind frying pleasure center her mouth turned into.

Making to move on Louise resumed her sexual attendant position quickly, her heavy breaths filling the hall as she was working herself to her climax.

This wasn’t remotely a cheap whorehouse I summarized, guess I shouldn’t be surprised Matilda spared no expense for this meeting.

A fact confirmed when a red faced in intoxication noble in his finery stumbled into the hallway strung along by a stunning voluminous beauty with her long blonde hair in a large ponytail dressed in only sheer underwear and corset, pressing her back against the wall inviting the strapping man who looked the part of a knight to partake.

She cast her gaze to the side in her act as he pinned her to the wall lavishing kisses on her neck and collarbone as his hands pawed at her body.

In an instant the woman had no interest in the man who’d was two fingers knuckle deep in her snatch, oh she moaned like the slut she was, but her eyes were fixated on me and Louise. The noble took a while to realize it, and as he went to demand why she was so disinterested he choked on his spit as he followed her eyes.

He was dumbstruck. “Brimir that’s a cock.” Was the first thing his **** mind could manage. The noble drew himself up ignoring the disarray his clothes were in he approached me and Louise with his ‘esteemed’ airs.

“How much to stroke his royal serpent?” He asked Louise unsteadily on his feet.

Pinching Louise’s butt as her face was turning to take offense stopping her then pulling on what she’d told me about money I made an ‘offer’. “five ecu for twice as many strokes.” A completely ridiculous price as much fun as this was seeing how far I could take one of my previous normalities, I wanted to be quick so I can see what Matilda had in store.

He didn’t even blink or barter as he fished out the coin with a dumb grin handing it to Louise as he kneeled down, while reaching out he turned to the whore who watched on groping her breast and fingering herself.

The noble brandished his hand towards the woman. “You better watch, I paid you good sous.” He demanded at her as if jerking me off was a matter of honor.

“My lord, I’ll be honored to bear witness to your homage to his virility with pleasure, sir.” She flatteringly returned as her fingers sped up in growing intensity.

“Then pay attention! This is a point of nobleman’s duty and pride, to tend to such a manhood.” Drunk as he was, his voice held pride and awe.

Down below the noble struggled to wrap his hands around my prick, having to use a double fisted pumped his fists slowly up the shaft, a low groan came from his mouth as she drew the motion out. He breathed harder as my normality from moments ago affected him.

“Shit! It’s as if it were the perfect tool to render pleasure.” He bit the curse out as his face twisted in surprise pleasure and excitement as he felt the spit coating my cock almost leering at the fact.

“You’ve been rising above your station, taking this cock commoner cock and defiling the mouths of the blossoms of nobility with it.” He chortled in excitement as he knocked out his strokes, each harder on him than the last as he struggled not to bust in his pants in front of the whore.

I had to chuckle at him, just basking in the absurdity of a high brow nobleman talking up my dick in front of a whore he’d paid for. Now I’d goad him, but Louise brimming with excitement from her bold dominant behavior with the Madam let it get the better of her, she smirked as she spoke up.

“That’s right, my familiar’s been taking his magnificent cock and stuffing the mouths and pussies of good noblewomen. How couldn’t we let him defile us? His length and girth is beyond nobility, we’ll never find a husband whose virility is so unquestionable, who commands the prostration of all men, never would be bear the shame of a husband that’d kneel to another man with his cock fit for a king.” Louise extolled to the noble.

Those words were like a fire to him as his breathing and movement became labored as the tempo of his hands sliding from my base to large ridge of my glans rose rapidly exceeding the count I’d given him, leaving him hissing as he tried to keep himself from cumming.

Louise stepped around me to deliver her final blow as she stood with her legs apart, she pulled her underwear down only to just under the hem of her skirt then gripped either side of her skirt lifting it to reveal dozens of strands of arousal strung between her needy quim and panties.

Her intended audience went further than the noble as Louise met the whores gaze with pride. “He’s not going to stop with them, see how I yearn for him? That he’ll take his Brimir favored manhood and rut me like a simple slut, until fills my womb with his commoner seed. To turn me, his master, into a harlot living for his cock and unable to care for any other no matter their station.” Louise said with growing frantic exhilaration sharing her desire to be ravaged by me.

What came as a surprise wasn’t the noble deep halting groan as let go of me as he blew his load in his pants, but a surprise the desperation and desire in a sensual moan that erupted from the whore who body jerked as she zapped by each burst of pleasure as she was brought to orgasm by Louise display.

“Oh Founder yes! Make her a tramp like me!” She hissed through pleasure clenched teeth staring at Louise with fanciful eyes.

It made me wonder if I had given everyone a fetish for the status gap when it came to me? I encouraging palmed Louise’s butt, which she accepted with an inviting moan as she arched her back and wiggled behind in my hand.

Going around the nobleman he in his drunk afterglow gave my schlong a salute. “Go on and do the Brimir’s work!” He delivered mirthfully before sharply turning and ordering the whore to stop fingering herself and take him to their room.

The ridiculousness made me laugh as me and Louise left the pair behind to our destination. While anyone we encounter head turned to us, beyond saucy winks from the working girls no one was as brazen as the first pair we’d come across as we reached the door the Matron had told us Matilda was waiting behind.

Entering it was like stepping into a egyptian and arab fantasy bedroom from riot of colorful thin silk curtains that hung across the room curtain of thin and rich egyptian art depicting scenes of sex.

Beside the bed Matilda stood head bowed hand clasped in front of her looking gorgeous in her simplicity indecency.

She’d let her gorgeous green hair let down, forgone her glasses while wearing along with any of her normal clothes.

Instead she had a shortened sheer loincloth that allowed a peaking hint of her vulva and lower lips that glistened in anticipation in the rooms mage light from under its hem that cast on the fabric the shadowed shape of her womanhood. For a ‘bra’ she had a white thin strip of a ‘scarf’ that went behind her neck down covering only her nipples, the cloth form fittingly clung to the curve of her rack marred only by her hard nipples and weighted in place by a bronze ring at the end while leaving the rest of her body to be hungrily admired and my imagination to run wild over it.

“Miss Longville?” Louise asked in a surprised breath heated with excitement as her eyes eating up the sight of Matilda lurid clothing.

The secretary lifting her head smirking at her false name looking quite please at Louise’s. She touched her cheek in theatrical relief she strutted forward with a sensual sashay that gave her breasts an alluring sway. “Ah, to see that you’re my peer miss Valliere is a weight off my shoulders knowing our Lord is caring and servile hands and not the clutches of a nefarious noble.”

Louise’s ogling ended as she sputtered in indignation. “I-I would never harm him!” She rebutted leveling a jealous glare at Matilda’s bosom before lifting to the master thief’s face with a fresh dusting of pink on her cheeks.

Coming to a stop before me Matilda cupped my broad tip in her palm, circling it around rubbing the soft skin of her palm around the sensitive crown while curling her finger tips around the ridge in a cage of aching pleasure. She didn’t stop there as hooking a finger in one of the bronze rings she shifted aside the cloth concealing her rock hard nipple and lifted her breast closest to my mouth offering it to me.

If she insists.

Ravenous from all the teasing for action I lashed at Matilda’s nipple with my tongue, lifting the pink nub with my tongue guiding it to my mouth before latching onto her jug hungrily sucking on her tit. Her body had an earth sweet taste from perfumes and whatever she'd bathed in anticipating our arrival, it left me hungier for more.

Cooing in satisfaction, Matilda pressed the advantage her boldness as she cupped the stunned Louise’s cheek. “Hahh~, and it isn’t Longville miss Valliere, it’s Fouqet the crumbling dirt or rather Matilda ready to tend to our lord's every need.”

Reaching down I grabbed handfuls of the globes of her round ass, and gave one of them a nice smack that resounded through the room to a throaty moan from Matilda and a sound of frustration followed by the rustling of clothes rapidly discarded.

“Oh! I think we’ll have to go light on talking, our mouths have better uses right now.” Matilda breathy said.

Pulling away with wet smack of my lips I looked at Matilda’s smug face that she cast to Louise who now stood naked, her sex had a sheen cast by the rooms light on her desire coating her exposed privates, determination written on her face as she dropped to her knees busying her mouth with lavishing the root of my cock with her attention and massaging my balls.

Not to be left out Matilda joined Louise taking up either side of my mammoth shaft, even with two tongues bathing it, a great stretch of my meat was left unattended.

With their simultaneously labors I could really get a sense of how their techniques differed.

Louise’s was inexperienced, but oh so eager in how rapidly she lapped at the taut skin with her tiny pink tongue its narrow tip drawing lines of electrical shocks of pleasure. One of her dainty hands ran caressing the sensitive underside of my prick in a rolling wave of warm pleasure with her fingers tip acting as brushes painting pleasant strokes of sensation on the veiny muscle.

It only doggedly kept pace with the wonderful delight of Matilda’s work, her lips felt so soft as she mixed kisses with her tongue work on her side of my shaft. Where Louise was passionate amateur, Matilda was a skilled artist with her tongue, painting carnal art across the canvas of my shaft in its **** on the nerves in tantalizing pleasure hitting sweet spots she’d discovered.

Her hands didn’t idle, her original hand having remained on my tip, spreading my generous precum down my shaft and running a solid half circle of pressure with her hand that couldn’t hope to encircle my girth. Her other massaged and played with the heavy weights of my balls with worshiping reverence in their touch, lifting them as prizes of her devotion.

My two devotees gazed at each other over the jutting wall of my cockflesh separating them that they worshiped, Louise was drunk on euphoria in sharing my cock with another servant, but her look was challenging Matilda. The master thief met it with stalwart conviction of her superior skill.

Their hot humid breaths of their desire and delight swirled around my cock like a lurid storm of their growing pleasure, their breaths mixed in joint work wrapping of it around my dick joining the fanning need for release in my balls.

Bringing herself to pry her lips from my cock Louise haughty looked at Matilda. “You seem adequate to serve Toin, perhaps you might be worth having around.” Louise mocked Matilda before diving into a flurry of tingling licks and kisses along the untouched stretches of my shaft.

Matilda bristled displayed by her burst of intense and intricate tongue work drawing a shuddering breath from my lungs at the electric shocks it sent through my body.

“Rich coming from a girl with such clumsy technique, perhaps you should just stand back and watch a better servant delight our master.” Matilda fired back her tongue sensually dancing across my skin like a skilled dancer.

Louise huffed and went straight for my cockhead brushing aside Matilda’s hand. The petite girl wrapped her hands around the sides of my prick staring in veneration at the vision consuming size of my pink glans.

She lifted my tip with reverent adoration in her eyes that gazed up at me touching the sensitive tip to her thin lips, forming a ring of pressure and wet heat that slowly expanded down my glans. Her body wiggled as she bore the pleasure of the slow filling of her mouth, her tongue swabbing the bottom of my glans.

That slow progress continued until Matilda took hold of Louise’s head and shoved it down my length forcing the tip of my prick past the root of her tongue into her throat.

Squealing Louise as she came, she was defenseless when Matilda took up position behind her taking over the bobbing of Louise’s head with one hand and tormented her womanhood with her fingers.

“There we go, she's cuter when her mouths full.” Matilda mused as she harsh pumped Louise’s small head on the end of my prick, plunging me in and out of the hot pleasure pit of her mouth.

Louise writhed and squirmed in ecstasy, her eyes alight with delight offering no resistance to Matilda forcing her to blow me, the slippery tight sensation of her throat burned away the of the last fuse as I climaxed.

Groaning as I felt the contraction of my balls, below Louise’s eyes shone as her cheeks puffed like a chipmunk’s with my spunk. Her **** heavy swallowing to not let a single drop go to waste each one luridly audible.

Matilda pulling Louise’s head off my cock with a sucking wet pop she caught the noble in the final throes of my orgasm. I sprayed Louise’s delicate face with a white veil of cum, Matilda opening her mouth to catch the ends of the wild ropes of seed.

Behind her veil Louise’s ecstasy was a palpable aura, her pink tongue flickering out to draw more of my cum into the rapidly draining pool of white she was greedily drinking down. Her body had an unvoiced revelry in her hot coating of carnal body paint.

“This look as your cum covered **** suits her far more than her haughey nobility. Why don’t you tell master how much you love it slut~” Matilda huskily purred giving a crisp smack to Louise’s cute butt.

Swallowing down the last mouthful of molten white gold Louise squirmed happily in Matilda’s grip. “Ahhh~ More please my lord, use your **** to please clothe me with your divine seed! Give it to me and not a used scoundrel!” Louise eagerly begged arching her back tantalizingly presenting her morsel of a chest for me to dress in my cum, sticking her tongue out beckoning as a pink target still streaked with white remnants of my cum.

Twisting her fingers inside Louise’s snatch Matilda nibbled her ear as the petite girl keened. “Used scoundrel?” Matilda disdainfully scoffed at Louise title for her.

Matilda drew the petite girl face into her bosom sandwiching Louise’s face in her fat tits that pressed on her cheeks. “I might have fucked other men and a few women, but it means I know how to please him so he’ll enjoy every second with me. Compared to some duke’s virgin washboard daughter who’ll fumble with our master’s pillar of Brimir’s virility.”

Louise face scrunched soured by the jab at her delectable little bosom while Matilda’s own greater endowments enveloped her face, her arousal at Matilda’s devoted declaration was obvious. She reared back wetting her lips and latched onto one of Matilda’s breasts and assaulted the other with her dainty hand sinking into the vast tracts of Matilda’s land.

It was almost like a scene of a petulant child greedily suckling her mothers tit twisting her head tugging at Matilda's breast from her rough act, she detached changing her weapon of wanton rebuke to her her tongue. Louise’s lascivious use of her tongue lashing Matilda’s nipple and breast, her pink appendage drew lurid symbols in languid licks, tracing the master thief’s areole and between the nibbling on Matilda’s nipples.

Matilda wasn’t taking Louise laying back as her hand caressed and kneaded Louise’s petite rear, even pushing the girl off her breasts to occupy Louise’s mouth with hers in showy kisses. Both women as they war with hungry kisses were watching me from the corner of their eyes for my reactions, Louise managing to break from the tongue wrestling to suckling on Matilda's fat tits.

I drank the sight in, watching my two servants go at each other, stroking my sopping wet cock as they put on a show for me.

Coming off Matilda’s tit with a loud wet smack of her lips, Louise made a cute dismissive aristocratic huff. “Your body alone can’t compare to the thrill of the indecency of lines he crosses when Master touches me.” Louise sigh resting her head on Matilda’s rack to look at me, the true target of her words.

Louise breathy continued with a tittering giggle those reddish-brown pools held such slavish adoration placing kisses all over the top of Matilda’s tits. “A commoner, a familiar laying his hands on the most powerful duke of Tristain’s daughter and his master. A-a Ahhhh~ I-it's wrong, wrong for a commoner to ravage a noble.” Louise couldn’t continue as she let out a trembling moan of desire clinging to Matilda to support herself as her eyes grew unfocused.

In the daze she felt into Louise found her words. “And, and a duke’s daughter obeying him like his i-inferior~” Louise’s lust at saying that last word was like she was getting off to referring to herself like that, that stoked your own heady sense of arousal at how enhanced she was at being your plaything was a sweet aphrodisiac as you beat your meat.

Matilda cradled the lust addled girl’s head to her bosom surprised by Louise’s words and considering her next overture, only to be beaten by Louise.

“M-my lord, order me~” Louise longingly mewled.

An idea struck you. “Order you eh? The two of you get on the bed, I wanna see you on your back and Matilda sitting on your face as you pleasure your inferior.” You commanded and they were only happy to obey.

Louise petite butt swayed as she climbed onto the bed and laid back with her spread legs hanging off the edge of the silk sheets of the bed giving a frontal view of her **** fingering her twat.

Rising slowly Matilda hummed as she languidly made her way over to the bed sashaying her hips shaking her round ass in my direction as she joined Louise. “Mrmm, master it’ll be my pleasure to give a mouthy slut something to keep her mouth busy.” She purred as she mounted Louise’s and lowered her dripping cunt onto the pedestal of Louise’s face.

Underneath the thief Louise surged up as if a having seen water after days in a desert, she latched onto Matilda’s mound and groping the thief’s pump firm ass sealing her pretty thin lips around the green haired woman’s womanhood. From the relaxed self-satisfaction of getting one over on the noble, Matilda’s eyes widened as she breathlessly moaned sending her arms quivering wiping her previous expression off her face as she was thrown off balance.

From pride or not wanting to passive, Matilda circled and her hips on the petite girls face and added her fingers to pumping into Louise’s tight slit that just clung to the other woman’s fingers.

Smirking at Louise’s work I approached my two slaves writhing in pleasure as they ‘fought’, Matilda’s lifting and lowering giving Louise peeks of me coming closer and closer that spurred her effort to make Matilda cum.

Coming to the edge of the bed and Louise’s lower body I let go of my behemoth prick to fall onto Louise’s stomach causing her to squeal into Matilda’s pussy. I took the moment to enjoy my prick pulse in anticipation on the smooth skin of her flat stomach and subtle heat along the underside of my shaft and hot wetness of her leaking pussy.

Rocking my hips sliding my dick on her body I felt building excitement as Louise’s arousal coated the shaft running along her slit, Louise answered my motion by pressing her legs onto my sides with muffled mewling from under Matilda.

Having my cock silhouetted on the background of Louise’s tiny body made my cock twitch, the slab of meat jolting up and from its sheer weight produced a fleshy smack. Drawing back to resting my glans on the swell of her mons, there was an exhilarating obscenity in the mismatch of sizes of her slender hips and slit to the domineering broad crown of my cock.

Motioning for Matilda to rise she lifted herself off of Louise letting the strawberry blonde look down with baited breath as you drew bit more back, your tip dragging down her mound until it passed over the swell of her mons falling into place and pushing on her slit.

Lifting your gaze to meet her reddish-brown eyes. “Remember what you promised me Louise.”

Her cute mouth worked as she was speechless, then finally settled for nodding. Her small chest swelling and contracting from her excited breathing. Her eyes watered with tears, from her joy as she reached down to spread her pink pussy for me.

Grasping her hips you upped the pressure behind my hips in a testing probe against her entrance to find that her insane tightness I’d felt around my fingers resisting my prodding.

“I’ll be taking what’s mine.” I stated, then for a extra layer of perversity I shifted my attention to gaze into Matilda’s brown eyes.

My pet thief smirked. “I have something perfect for this.” Leaning over she grabbed a jar from beside the bed, dipping her fingers in they came out with a gel.

Grinning at her preparations I cupped her chin guiding this magnificent woman into a kiss while her hands worked the lube all over my prick.

Soon the barrier of Louise’s tiny unused virgin passage faltered wreathing all that she could fit of my length in her tiny body in silky walled vice of her passage. Taking my prize of the virginity of a duke’s daughter and ****.

Preoccupied you could feel Louise’s back arc from you hands and way the strain on your tip. “Tooooinnn mrfp!” Louise’s passionate cry of my name was ended by Matilda’s dropping her mound back onto her face.

The older woman’s selfish satisfaction was communicated by buzz of her giggling transmitted over the bridge of your connected lips. Going so far as a ‘victory’ circling of her hips on Louise’s face as she double-fisted pumped my exposed length.

I very slowly sawed my cock back and forth fighting Louise’s inner-walls constricted to dizzying pleasurable tightness to keep me firmly and snugly in place for our sexual triangle. Risa would have loved this, the two of us making out on top of another woman.

Pure intoxicating decadence was the words that floated in the pleasure drunk haze made each wanton kiss, the slow progress of Louise’s loosening up allowing me to prick up my pace thrusting, her pleasure translating heightening enthusiastic tongue work for Matilda.

My sense of time went out the window to the sensations of the two bodies in contact with mine, the fucking my minx of a summoner addictively slippery and snug insides that convulsed as I fucked Louise to orgasm time and time again after taken her virginity.

That paired with the tongue wrestling my kiss with Matilda shifted into after she slipped hers into my mouth at some point, and she’d kept her hands busy caressed and stroked my shaft and played with my balls as she reached down cradling one at a time from their excessive size and weight.

It blurred everything together until the urge to cum grew from dull ache, throbbing desire to **** need that I didn’t restrain as the heat inside flowed out in the flood of my hot cum filling Louise’s womb, then every bit of space my prick didn’t fill then with nowhere else to go my loads leaked from her slit around my shaft down on the sheets and my legs in hot rivulets.

Dragging myself from Matilda’s embrace she smiled as she lifted herself from Louse and collapsed sweaty and tired onto the expensive silk sheet, pulling my soft member Louise’s stretched slit expanded as the ridge came free and her entrance tapered keeping a seal until with a lurid wet plop my cock came out and slapped my inner legs as it hung in the breeze.

As for Louise, her face was coated in the thief’s fluids to such excess her hair was soaked and matted down by it, I couldn’t help but laugh at how she looked that she joined me in as I dropped onto the bed beside her.

Her laughter abruptly stopped as one hand darted down between her legs with a whine to stem the flow of cum.

“Eh, let it leak.” I said unconcerned as I placed my hand on her belly. “This will hardly be the last time I ruin you for marriage. I’ll be filling them whenever I like.” I added cockily making Louise blush as she moved her hand over her womb wearing a demure smile.

Curling her small body against me like a kitten beside its own she preened. “I-it’s my duty, as your servant shouldn’t I take your lusts when your needs arise.” She abashedly stated reverting to her sexy noble pride in servitude.

Snorting I laid back and closed my eyes, my cock satisfied for now.