Countess Thorns models a new outfit and has her favourite hole filled

“S-Samantha?” Katherine finally asked, her pussy quaking as she kept staring at the mammoth slab of hard, glistening fuckmeat projecting out from between Laurence’s legs as the remains of his trousers settled on the floor all around him.

“Yes, my lady,” Laurence replied, right before making her head tilt back to follow the sudden ascent of his dick that ended with it thumping out a hefty bolt of precum that raced past one of her shoulders and kept going until smacking into the wall behind her with a dense “SPLAT!”.

“I’ll have to give her a raise,” Still awed by Laurence’s freshly enhanced member, Katherine watched it settle back into its natural position of being perfectly horizontal and pointing straight at her as if anointing her as its next target.

“Just so long as she doesn’t waste it on more clothes, my lady,” As impressed as Katherine was with his cock, Laurence was with how her new outfit put her incredible body on full display. Apart from a pair of high-heeled, open-toed sandals, it consisted of a little more than two strips of pale pink material that ran together up between her pussy lips before splitting up just above her clit, with each strip running up over one of her huge, round boobs, only to meet up again somewhere behind her neck. At no point were either strip of fabric more than an inch wide. They were also decorated with clusters of various types of jewels, none of them larger than small pebble, that made the whole thing sparkle in the sunlight shining out through the windows.

“Speaking of which, that is a lovely outfit,” As always, Laurence was able to offer his employer a compliment and be perfectly honest in doing so, “It suits you perfectly, my lady.”

“I noticed you liked it, Laurence,” Katherine giggled, throwing a quick glance at his face before resuming eyeing his cock and licking her lips.

“Very much so, my lady,” Stroking his cock with one hand to make Katherine gasp with lust, Laurence used the other to remove the top half of his uniform.

“It’s called a slingshot,” Katherine said of the latest addition to her already extensive wardrobe, “It’s the latest in ladies fashion.”

“I can see why.”

“Although I’m not sure I’ll ever wear it in public,” With a smile on her lips, Katherine performed a quick swirl for Laurence’s benefit, make him inhale sharply at all the bouncing of her tits inside the slingshot that this provoked and finishing off by putting her hands against the sides of her tits when she faced him again.

“Put perhaps in private, my lady?” Laurence’s cock throbbed and heaved upwards again, although this time without a follow-up discharge of prejizz.

“I’ll have Esette make me a couple of dozen and wear them only for you, Laurence,” Katherine’s smile became warmer, then filthier, “Or perhaps for the odd private dinner party.”

“The Countess von Koningswald will be jealous of it, I’m sure,” Laurence returned Katherine’s naughty smile with one of his own, “Did Esette come up with the design?”

Esette d’Abria was Countess Thorns personal seamstress. She didn’t live at the mansion, but she did work almost exclusively for Lady Katherine.

“Oh no,” Katherine shook her head with enough gusto to make her breasts sway, which in turn made Laurence groan, “Apparently an innkeeper’s daughter from up north came up with it and Esette got it from her.”

“Right.”

“Esette says the girl models it for customers herself, and brings her husband along,” Katherine pinched her stiff nipples through the thin material, “So he can fuck her in front of them.”

“How vulgar.”

“Oh yes,” Katherine grinned and gave Laurence a conspiratorial wink, “So we’ll have to smuggle them into the mansion sometime soon.”

“Excellent idea, my lady.”

“I do so love meeting new people and shocking them with how much of a slut I am for your big, beautiful cock,” The wall behind Katherine’s other shoulder took a hit.

“Laurence… your aim is off.”

“… Is Esette still here?”

“Oh yes,” Now Katherine’s fingers closed in tighter round her nipples and her pink tongue slid along her plump lips, “She’s soaking in the other tub. I got a little excited, you see.”

“How come?” It was a perfectly superfluous question, but Laurence looked forwards to having it answered anyway.

“Because she dropped down on her haunches and got my tight little asshole ready for your absolute monster of a cock,” Katherine’s teeth showed, “And licked my pussy just because.”

“Who can blame her, my lady?”

“Laurence,” Turning around again, Katherine pushed her ass out towards her servant and proceeded to hook the back of her latest outfit over one lushly tanned asscheek, “Fuck my ass!”

“Yes, my lady!” Laurence tore off the last of his uniform and rushed over to where Katherine was standing leaned in over a small round table, her hands grabbing her buttocks, spreading them for him while keeping her head turned so she could his cock jutting about as he moved, its bulk and size drawing a long, appreciative moan from her.

“Gods, Laurence, how big are you now?” Katherine asked when she felt the head of Laurence’s schlong be placed against her bunghole.

“Fifteen inches, my lady.” Laurence replied, and started pushing.

“Fuck!” The one bad thing about having Laurence wake her up by fucking her anally was that Katherine missed out on feeling him enter her. Perhaps if she’d remove the lubricant and inform that she much preferred his tongue… “For how long?”

“I don’t think Samantha quite knows, my lady,” As he talked, Laurence squeezed the crown of his dong through Katherine’s sphincter, “I suppose we’ll have to find out.”

“Yes!” Katherine’s shriek was due to Laurence going deeper, repeating his move from that morning by spearing roughly half his dick into her ass in one single, powerful thrust. Just as it ended, she squirted all over the table. The width of the spray of juices was enhanced by the pair of strips of glossy fabric still trapped between her swollen pussy lips

“You’re such a slut, my lady,” Now that he was close enough, Laurence leaned in and gave Katherine a light peck on the cheek, planting his lips right underneath her left ear.

“I-I’m dressed like a whore, so you’d better fuck me like one, Laurence!” Katherine cried out in response, just before another gusher of girlcum hit the bottom of her shamelessly skimpy outfit and became scattered all in front of her.

“Yes, my lady!” Eager to comply, Laurence quickly performed a few determined thrusts of his hips that saw him bury himself to the hilt past her stretched ringpiece.

“Deep and hard, fuck me deep and hard, Laurence!” Again Katherine turned her head to look back at Laurence, “You know how much I love feeling all of you inside me...”

“Of course, my lady!” Laurence’s face became twisted into a wicked grimace, “And it means I can do this while I fuck you!”

“Gods, Laurence!” Katherine’s first orgasm was almost over when she felt her horse-dicked servant’s fingers close in round her clit and it flared back up again, then grow stronger as he proceeded to hammer his fuckpiece to the balls inside her ass over and over.

“Seems like your ass can handle those extra inches, my lady!” Continuing to toy with Katherine’s clit, Laurence stepped up the pace of his thrusts to make her climax again mere seconds after her tits had heaved upwards as she sucked air back into her lungs at the end of her previous one.

“YES!” Katherine shrieked, her pussy exploding again as her hands let go of her cheeks, which remained spread wide apart thanks to the immense girth of her lover’s fuckmast. Placing her hands against the table for some extra support – she rather needed it, as evidenced by how her legs had started to shake as more waves of orgasmic bliss washed over her – Katherine quickly realized that that was worse to useless thanks to the coating of girlcum with which it had already been equipped.

Ever the vigilant servant, Laurence noticed Katherine’s dilemma and helped by pushing her forwards until her upper body was pressed against the table. Actually, only her tits were in contact with it, but it still allowed to reach out and clasp a tight hold of the edge of it as the gushers of honey exiting her pussy instead began to be blasted onto the insides of her long, toned legs.

“I love that big cock pounding my ass!” Katherine picked up the conversation again as Laurence lengthened his strokes but made up for it by increasing the rhythm of them.

“Fuck me hard, Laurence! Keep this slut cumming!” Katherine’s zeal for Laurence’s cock showed itself when she started to throw her ass onto his oncoming cock, making the table groan underneath her while her bedroom became filled with the sound of her booty smacking against his belly hard.

“Yes, my lady!”

“I’d better give Victoria a few of these,” As her second orgasm faded, Katherine’s dirty talk grew more elaborate, as did the lustful looks she was offering Laurence as he stood leaning over her, “And have you fuck her till she promises not to wear them in public!”

Images of mother and daughter Thorns together, each dressed in an outfit such as the one Katherine was wearing and offering themselves up for him to fuck, prompted Laurence to release a particularly voluminous discharge of precum into Katherine’s bowels.

“Want to tell me what you’re thinking about, Laurence?” Katherine could deliver that question in the form of a seductive purr due to him suddenly easing up on his pounding of her bubble butt.

“Nothing, my lady!” Laurence insisted, and correctly assumed that the best way of making Katherine forget all about it was to speed up his thrusts again. So he did, and she did, instead resuming her screaming in bliss as her next climax materialized and made her glaze her stomach and the underside of her tits with her own girlcum.

Deciding to switch things round a little again, Laurence grabbed hold of Katherine’s narrow waist and pulled her back up off the table, his hands quickly moving up to fondle her tits while he clamped down on her lips with his and **** his tongue into her mouth.

The kiss, unsurprisingly, was a passionate one, with Katherine’s ongoing orgasm ensuring that Laurence had a firm hold of the initiative.

“I can taste Esette’s pussy on your breath, my lady!” Laurence announced with a grin at the end of the kiss, and followed up on his latest spearing of his dong into her ass by yanking aside the two strips of bejewelled fabric to reveal her nipples.

“Yes!” Katherine cried out as her stiff nipples became the latest target for Laurence’s fingers, with his stroking and caressing of them helping to stretch out her orgasm just a little longer.

“I’m getting close!” Laurence announced, after about a dozen more thrusts of his hips, “Where do you want it?!”

“Push me down on my knees, Laurence!”

“As you wish, slut!” Holding back the rising tide of jizz that was making his balls shift in their sack, Laurence went on to pull out inch after inch of brawny cockmeat from between the spectacular sight that was Katherine’s full, ballooning asscheeks, their golden tan not quite managing to mask how they’d been turned red by his belly crashing into them over and over again throughout the course of the savage reaming that he’d treated her ass to.

When his cockhead popped out of Katherine’s ass, Laurence pulled her up and gave her another kiss – during which she took the opportunity to nearly make him blow his load prematurely by running one hand down the underside of his schlong all the way to his nuts – then pushed her down onto her knees and took a step back.

Groping her tits, Katherine kept staring at Laurence’s cumslit while keeping her mouth gaping wide-open. She only had to wait a couple of seconds before the first shot of spunk came rushing straight at her. It filled up her mouth, and so she closed it and busied herself with tasting his seed one sip at a time while he went on to take care of the rest of her.

This time around, Laurence focused on Katherine’s tits first, wishing to equip those massive, spherical orbs of flesh whose firmness belied her age with an even and very compact coating of balljuice.

However, he was keenly aware of just how much Katherine adored facials, and wasn’t about to disappoint her, turning her expression into one of youthful glee by aiming his cock higher and then having it become obscured by his latest blast.

By now jerking his cock quite fast, Laurence kept going, hitting his employer with shot after shot, sending one flying into her mouth whenever she opened it, until finally it all came to an end.

Without her having to ask him, he stepped in closer and shoved the crown of his fuckmast into her mouth so she could suck out the very last drops of his big cumshot and enjoy the taste of them combined with that of her own ass.

“Hello, Laurence,” Esette suddenly said from over by the door to Countess Thorns’ bathroom.