Double the inches, double the fun

Her legs spread wide as to allow Sapphire to watch as she fingered herself, Zalah found herself torn between exchanging dirty glances with the red-headed woman and eyeing her huge-donged retainer, though her hunger for massive cocks won out in the end and she watched the large rod of vein-covered meat jolt as it came free of the sarong, thick droplets of pre-cum falling off it as the garment fell to the floor.

Now naked, the man who Sapphire referred to as “Thorgal” moved towards the desk, walking past Zalah’s chair, her eyes following the lengthy process of his cock appearing past her right shoulder, the blonde mega-slut following its progress with her mouth hanging open and a thin rope of drool dangling from the lower one of her lush, red lips.

Stopping to the right of Sapphire so that the blunt end of his member was resting on the left one of her round, luscious breasts, Thorgal remained silent as the brunette moved her right hand up to begin stroking the heavy meat-log.

Clasping both hands around the thick prick and shifting somewhat in her chair, Sapphire put the plump cockhead against her puckered lips and, casting Zalah a quick, dirty glance, thrust it into her mouth, causing Thorgal to finally break his silence with a guttural moan.

Transfixed by how Sapphire took on the first four of the more than fourteen inches of veined cockmeat, Zalah remained seated, frantically fingering her own cunt with three fingers, her free hand pushing her right tit upwards so that she could suckle its erect nipple.

Zalah had almost reached the point of climax when Sapphire’s clear voice roused her from her self-indulgent activities.
“I’m glad to see you so comfortable.” Sapphire told Zalah, the wide grin on her lips in danger of being obscured by the bulbous dick-end hovering next to her face, pre-cum now pouring freely from Thorgal’s diluted urethra.

“I’ll be comfortable once I get that inside me,” Zalah said in recognition of Thorgal’s member, “is being fucked by him part of my reward for helping you out?”
“I would imagine rather that its part of your modus operandi.” Sapphire said, squirming in her chair as she struggled to keep from attacking Thorgal with her mouth again.
“But yes,” Sapphire went on, stopping to push those juicy tits of hers upwards as Thorgal’s dick came down to rest on them, staining her smooth skin with the ample amounts of fluid seeping out of it, “you’ll get to be fucked by him before long.”
“Just as you will be by his brother.” Sapphire added, and then raised her head to gaze past Zalah’s shoulder.

Turning her head, Zalah found that a man, most certainly the one lying on the bed when she first entered the room, was now standing leaned against the archway leading to the bedroom.

Apart from having slightly paler hair and a single black ring tattooed on his belly instead of double triangles, the man was carbon-copy of Thorgal, right down to the massive cock which stood erect in front of him.

Not knowing whether to gulp, smile or get up and go fuck the stranger, Zalah settled for taking in his presence, her gaze soon becoming fixed on his rock-hard cock. If Sapphire could take both of these on at once on a regular basis, she was a serious competitor to Zalah in the race for the title of “Queen Slut of Tharros”.

“So,” Zalah began, now if possible even more eager to get the talking over so that the fucking could begin, “what’s the job?”