Frank Carpenter: Shopping

Frank Carpenter was on a mission. With all of his upper level privileges, he had 4 weeks paid leave to make this trip worthwhile, and he had so decided to use this vacation to finally find permanent Property to call his own. For the longest time, he had been using the company sluts and Free Slaves on the street as his cum dumps, but after seeing how his boss was doing with the new acquisition he had imported in earlier in the year, he had wanted the same kind of clout and satisfaction. After asking around certain channels about where to find the best quality elf pussy, he was directed to the best possible hunting grounds for such a thing: Awyn, their ancient traditional homelands.

He pulled all the stops to get himself to the border city of Aether via teleportation circle, carrying all of his luggage with his shiny new levitation trolley. Despite his desire to show all the class a man of his stature would allow, he had opted to be more discrete as a change of pace, dressed in a simple casual formal outfit that was more suitable to the warm summer climate there. The city was about the size of Manhattan, trailing around several major highways and ley lines that connected to various queendoms nearby. Partially modernized in every way possible. Medieval stone buildings mingled in with simple concrete structures that were no higher than 8 floors, reminiscent of old European standards with a fantasy flare. Magic circles mixed in with quaint semi urban infrastructure. People got around either with the classic automobile or magic driven carriages. Amidst it all were scantily clad elves of all sub races, cultures and manners of dress. Just like in the modern cities, many strut around topless with visible slits in any bottom piece for easy access to their juicy pussies, shamelessly cooing and indiscriminately calling out to any human male in their vicinity to fuck them. Many answer the call of their hard ons and escort the cock hungry elves to fuck them somewhere private, with the brazen ones immediately going at it on the street. Even as Frank passed by a nearby park, he spotted one of the city's many orgies happening in the midst of the square, with a dozen or so bodies pumping, moaning and cumming hard. Frank let out a smirk at the sight. Classic Aether. Nothing here has changed at all.

His criteria for his new **** was simple. Besides having a body and personality that would excite his cock every time he was with her, she must be the kind of obedient cum slut that he could easily keep at his mansion home and must be interesting enough to show off to his peers. Something he could consider as his favorite until well past his retirement. He still had no clear idea as to where he should start, but getting himself settled should be the first port of call.