Drumming up trade

“Hmmm…” said Malouda, inclining her head closer to Vanya and regarding her with genuine, almost connoisseurial interest. “You’re even prettier covered in cum than you were walking down the street earlier on. Does he always shoot so much cum?”

“I’ve been on the receiving end of a few of Dareios’ loads now, and I’ve never not been covered from head to toe,” Vanya responded affirmatively, smearing the physical evidence in question all over her tight belly and monstrous boobs, blinking ostentatiously to clear small globules of semen that clung to the odd eyelash and pushing thick gobs of cum out of her mouth with her tongue that slithered onto her chin.

Vanya pursed her lips and blew a coagulation of big cum-bubbles from her mouth, clearly pleased at Malouda’s close inspection of her sticky state, and Malouda reached out her index finger and caught the viscous residue as it hung in a sticky tendril from the whore’s chin, twining it round in circular motions and lifting it to her own mouth.

“Bottoms up,” Malouda announced, before feeding the thick rope of semen up to her lips and sucking it in with a very loud and satisfied slurp.

“That’s tasty,” she said, “but I need more than an appetiser.”

With that, she turned to Dareios, noticing for the first time that his thick, meaty staff still protruded angrily from the water, as though he hadn’t even cum yet.

“Well,” she said, generally to the group “I’m impressed. Now, who do I have to fuck to have a ride on this big stud?”

“Actually,” Jalee interjected, “what you saw was just a demonstration. A preview, if you like. If you really want to sample the goods, you’ll have to be present at the show tonight at top floor of the tavern.”

“Oh, it’s like that is it?” said Malouda, eyeing Jalee coldly.

“I’m afraid it has to be,” agreed Kandra, “we’ve no doubt that you’d be good for payment, but we insist on having cash on delivery of services and it’s plain to the eye that you’re not carrying any money at present.”

“I understand,” said Malouda, a touch regretfully and climbing down slightly from her patrician exterior. “Well, I’ll certainly be there tonight. Along with more than a few local dignitaries I daresay.”

With that, Malouda climbed out of the pond, swept her cloak around her magnificent body, and left the springs.

“Are you sure that was wise, to piss off the first lady like that?” said Vanya to Jalee when Malouda was out of earshot.

“Relax,” Jalee assured her, “it’ll more than likely make her more determined to get some of the stud later tonight, and she’s sure to drive up the bidding for his services even higher. Now wash that cum off, we’re going back into town to prepare for tonight.”

“Actually,” suggested Kanda, “seeing as we’re in the business of advertising, you might be tempted to… leaving it on?”

At that, Vanya smiled wickedly, the web of interconnected cum strands still glistening on her face. “I think I will.”

“Here,” said Kandra, “I’ll take your clothes. Your boots should be just enough to preserve your modesty.”

“What modesty?” said Jalee light-heartedly, smiling in appreciation as Vanya pulled on her black leather above-the-knee fuck-me boots.

“Perfect,” said Kandra, admiring the cum-covered busty blonde whore as she posed for the three of them, “exactly the image to advertise our services.” Just at that moment, as if one cue, a long slender string of cum slithered off the underside of Vanya's left breast.

With that, the four of them made off back towards Kirk, Dareios still with his towering erection looming in front of him, and Vanya with her huge tits and sexy belly still plastered with her colleague’s creamy white jizz.

When they reached the outskirts of Kirk, the first person they saw was a muscular craftsman in leather overalls working on shaping a block of wood outside his house. He looked at the four of them, and looked away almost immediately, as if the image were nothing out of the ordinary. Then, suddenly, he did a double-take, looking right at them, his mouth opening wide as he saw Vanya’s confident stride, the long black boots, her shaved, uncovered pussy and the glimmering splattering of semen shining all over the muscles of her flat belly and the supple globes of her boobs. The craftsman, oblivious to his work, promptly smashed the hammer he was wielding into his thumb, and cried sharply in pain. His shout drew another man from the house inside, but when got to the front step and saw Vanya’s wicked, cumpainted smile, he was in no fit state to offer his friend assistance.

“I think you’re causing quite a stir,” said Jalee, noticing the slow but steady accumulation of men that were beginning to appear at doorways all over the town. Some whistled and some called. Vanya responded by cupping each of her monumental tits to the girl on each side of her, offering them a taste.

As they walked, Kandra and Jalee started to suckle on Vanya’s huge tits, laving their dextrous pink tongues over the busty mounds, hoovering and slurping droplets of Dareios’s cum from the frosted orbs. Vanya, her torso and face gleamingly decorated with Dareios's huge, gooey issue, luxuriated in the attention she was receiving. By now, a long, attenuated rope of semen hung from her chin, swaying freely, from left to right with each pace she took, reaching down to below her navel and depositing the odd droplet of cum on the stone path.

“I think you’re leaving a trail,” Kandra mentioned to her cumfaced friend as they approached the tavern.

“All the better for them to find us,” returned Vanya, basking in the delighted shouts and catcalls of the crowds that had gathered to watch her parade down the street.

On inside their room, it was time four of them to get prepared and dressed for the evening show.