Gavin needs to know who wants it more before making his decision

‘Show me…’ Gavin began, swallowing audibly. ‘Show me which one of you wants it more.’ He stated, more confidently as he looked at the two extremely hot, huge-titted high society skanks.

With that said, he took a step back. The nasty, wet sucking sound that emanated from Bira’s stretched bunghole echoed through the room. It was quickly accompanied by the wet slaps of excess semen snapping off of the young man’s fat, veiny shaft and landing on the floor of as Gavin stepped off the stained, crowded seat. The swollen, purple head left moments later, and as a result the young man’s white, viscous load started to spill from the painter’s gaping, pink anus.

‘Rica!’ Tyelle shouted, as she remained seated on Iris’ gorgeous, girlcum drenched face. ‘Please come and make sure Bira doesn’t spill any more!’ She added, while pointing towards the painter’s cum-dripping anus.

While the two noblewoman were eyeing Gavin, apparently surprised at his proclamation and having simply expected him to grab one of them and shove his monstercock into one of their orifices, the young man tried to remain calm and see who would act first. Before either of them had a chance, however, the clacking of heels came closer and a young woman whose dark brown hair was kept in a set of small buns. Like the other servants within the room, she was dressed simply as to not draw attention away from the nobles, but showed enough to entice.

And entice she did. Rica wore a semi-sheer white strapless dress, one that almost resembled a toga, and was short enough to nearly show the bottom of her asscheeks and enough cleavage that her tanned, olive-brown boobs nearly popped out. Finishing her outfit was a gold, braided rope that accentuated her waspish waist and yellow, high heeled sandals with straps that went all the way up delicate, shapely calves.

First she looked at Bira, and the gaping state of her ass, staring at the thick spunk that flowed past the painter’s stretched bunghole. Then she turned her attention to Gavin and her dark, almond shaped eyes widened and she gasped at the sight of his huge, vascular erection. She quickly recovered from her surprise, however, and nibbled on her lower lip before taking a step towards the hunky, hung young man.

‘I hope you aren’t planning on disobeying my orders, Rica?’ Tyelle said sternly from the side as she dragged her muff over Iris’ face while holding onto the Jahdi slut’s black hair.

‘You better be staying!’ Rica whispered naughtily, before spinning around on her heels and dropping to her haunches before Bira and the seat she was lying on.

Gavin’s cum coated cock was resting between Rica’s buns, she was perched on her heels and had her legs spread wide and her big butt in the air. The servant girl seemed to enjoy the sensation of warm jizz running down her forehead and sticking to her hair, before forcing her head between Bira’s huge, heart-shaped buns were she noisily began to slurp the cum up that was leaking from the painter’s asshole.

‘You haven’t forgotten about us, have you?’ Maxime von Slootbach suddenly purred at Gavin’s right, while lifting his heavy shaft off of Rica’s head and pulled it towards her possessively.

‘Yes, do not forget you were the one that asked, no, demanded that we show you “who wants is more”!’ Isabelle growled his left, hefting a single a huge nut in a dainty hand.

‘What about Bira?’ Gavin asked, while a burst of precum spilled from his cumslit and over Maxime’s hands and stomach.

On cue, the painter gasped softly as Rica’s tongue teased her bunghole. Her brown booty raised from the cushioned seat slightly while she sprayed girlcum all over both it and Rica, before she returned to her previous position, seemingly unresponsive.

‘I think the little skank is off to la-la-land thanks to this beast!’ Maxime whispered in awe as she watched the young man’s pearly precum dangle from her fingers.

‘Now, why don’t we see who you will do that to next?’ Isabelle giggled, as she dropped down to her haunches.

Gavin was very aware of the way in which the noblewoman’s soft breasts capped with hard nipples were dragged down his legs before she settled in place, and wrapped the enormous globes around his muscular leg before bringing her beautiful face closer to his sack. Neither of the young man’s bull balls seemed to have deflated in the least since he walked into the room, and Isabelle eagerly sucked the nut she had been fondling previously into her hot, wet mouth.

‘By the Gods, I hope you never stop doing that…’ Maxime moaned, her mask of nobility and high society crumbling further, as more ropes of viscous, hot precum washed over her hands and waist.

‘He won’t,’ Iris suddenly piped up, having apparently wrestled Tyelle off of her face seeing as the mature blonde was currently on her hands and knees before her while Iris was rapidly extracting and inserting the wine bottle that was apparently still in her ass. ‘He even does it in his sleep!’ The Jahdi slut added dreamily while licking her lips clean of Tyelle’s juices.

Gavin became aware of something wet splattering against his right thigh, and looked away from Iris and Tyelle to see Maxime look up at him adoringly, almost worshipfully, with an open mouth. Apparently Iris’ words, and Gavin’s hot, throbbing monstercock in her hands, had been enough to make the redhead squirt. The very idea that this, supposedly high society, woman got so excited over his precum was enough for Gavin to bless her with more.

‘Get on your knees and put that open mouth to work.’ Gavin ordered her with a confidence that he had felt slowly swell further and further ever since he had entered the room.

To his surprise, the confident redhead eagerly did what he asked. Though perhaps he shouldn’t have been that surprised, considering how his monstercock was involved. Without a word Maxime began to clean the meaty pole, eagerly working ropes of cum that hung from it into her gob. When that wasn’t enough, the noblewoman used her, still precum slick, hands over the shaft she had been holding onto for the past few minutes. Before Gavin’s eyes the, almost excessive amount, of cum that was dangling from his dong disappeared into Maxime’s eager mouth.

‘Delicious! It’s better than anything I’ve ever tasted!’ Maxime moaned, girlcum raining down loudly on the floor.

In an attempt to get more, she worked her tongue into Gavin’s wide cumslit to coax more of the sticky juice from the Hyrucian’s big balls and was rewarded with a particular forceful jet of precum. The silvery fluid splattered against her cheeks, or dangled from her sharp jaw line, as Maxime attempted to suck up as much of it as possible while her body shook and twitched as pleasure washed over her.

‘Oh, you’re really losing control, aren’t you Maxime?’ Isabelle cooed, having spat out Gavin’s testicle though she continued to hug his muscular leg. ‘I’ve never seen you this smitten before!’ She added with a cat like grin.

Maxime was too cockstruck to respond, instead she stopped cramming her tongue into Gavin’s cumslit and instead wanted to shove all sixteen bestial inches of his dick down her throat. Both Gavin and Isabelle watched intently as the redhead first held onto Gavin’s shaft, seemingly trying to PULL it down her gullet, before she reached for the young man’s, now free, balls and began to massage them.

‘Fuck! Pick her!’ Isabelle swore as she watched as Maxime’s eyes lost focus. ‘I’d love to watch as you destroy this huge assed, cumguzzling high society slut’s tiny bunghole!’ She added in a nasty growl.

Although he had already made up his mind, Maxime’s eagerness to swallow his cock and Isabelle’s comments on it made Gavin pause. Said pause was at least long enough to have a prodigious amount of precum to blast from his distended cumslit, and down the redhead’s eager throat. Maxime moaned loudly around the young man’s huge dong as she took a moment to savour the sensation of the hot, sticky liquid sliding into her belly. Unfortunately for her, Gavin decided to interrupt her moment.

Without a second thought Gavin’s hands disappeared in the Baroness’ luxirious red hair and roughly yanked her head back, something he wouldn’t have even dared to think about just a day ago. But Maxime von Slootbach reacted to the treatment about as he expected. By moaning; partially in excitement, and partially in disappointment as Gavin’s monstercock was yanked from her throat to spill precum and drool over the noblewoman’s huge, outhrust boobs.

‘No…Please!’ Maxime begged before stretching out her tongue in an attempt to get closer to the meaty, vascular rod waving back and forth in front of her.

Almost immediately the redhead’s tongue got bombarded with a bolt of precum, and the suddenness of it all made Maxime yelp and lose her balance. Gavin let go of her hair in the hopes that he’d be fast enough to keep her from tipping over, but he was too late. Maxime was already sitting on her big, shapely rear before him, swirling his precum around in her mouth with a dreamy expression on her face.

‘Clumsy whore…’ Isabelle purred lovingly as she relinquished her hold on Gavin’s leg and instead crawled towards her fellow high society slut. ‘The taste of dick always did seem to make you slightly lightheaded.’ She added in an amused tone of voice as she **** the redhead down on her back, and nodded towards the large puddle of girlcum that had formed on the floor.

‘What can I say? My parents were strict when it came to sexual intercourse and keeping myself “pure”.’ Maxime sighed sadly, before her tone took a turn for the nasty. ‘So I got around it by sucking off every handsome guard, servant or tutor in their employ and made sure to get myself off while doing it. To this day I can’t imagine going a day without having some hot, fat cock shoved down my throat…’ Maxime finished dreamily.

‘My, my, they must be quite disappointed in you now, then. Knowing that you frequent parties such as these which no doubt end with having all your favourite holes stuffed with dicks and overflowing with jizz?’ Isabelle cooed, while tweaking one of the redhead’s nipples.

Gavin angled his shaft downwards just in time to pepper Maxime’s impressive chest with even more of his hot, viscous precum.

‘I hear absolutely nothing.’ Maxime revealed, voice having sharply risen in pitch since her tits were pelted with the pearly fluid. ‘Not since father passed away, and I took over the estate while mother went to our estate in the countryside with those lovely gentlemen you introduced me to to console her.’

Gavin might not have known Isabelle for long, but he could just imagine what kind of consoling those familiar with Isabelle would do. In fact, he did. He pictured a slightly older, slightly softer, version of Maxime with all of her holes plugged by fat cock as she was savagely pounded by men that were both younger and stronger than her. Predictably, another surge of precum washed over Maxime’s prone body. Some of it even splattered onto Isabelle.

‘You took over all your family’s affairs?’ Isabelle gasped, feigning surprise. ‘What a shame, here I hoped you would be interested in being Gavin’s personal cockcleaner. But I guess I should give the job to Rica instead…’ The noblewoman added with an impish grin.

‘I would be honoured, my Lady!’ Rica replied, gasping for air as she pulled her tongue from Bira’s twitching anus.

‘Do...don’t disturb your mistress!’ Tyelle yowled as a large amount of pussyjuice blasted from her trembling cunt. ‘G-get back to work!’ She managed to add, before her words devolved into mindless screaming thanks to the way in which Iris continued to mercilessly pound her ass with the wine bottle inserted therein.

Rica muttered something before she did what she was told, while Gavin noticed a small spurt of girlcum leave Maxime’s cunt at the prospect of a life in which she had to suck on a monstrous, veiny dick every day. He didn’t miss the dreamy look in her eyes either, before she shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind.

‘Enticing, but I’d have to decline. But perhaps you can send him over on weekends?’ Maxime eventually replied, half-jokingly.

‘What is he, a pet?’ Isabelle asked in the same tone of voice.

‘Be careful, Isabelle,’ Iris almost shouted to get over Tyelle’s screaming. ‘He might be a master soon enough, not a pet, with you as his B-I-T-C-H!’

Those words made Gavin spring back into action, he had stood around long enough letting Maxime play with his dick and hosing her with his precum. With a grunt he sank down to his knees and, ignoring the discomfort he felt from the floor, slid his hands underneath Maxime’s full, heart-shaped buttocks before pulling her closer to his proud, massive erection.

‘Is that what you are going to do?’ Maxime asked, eyes burning with lust. ‘Are you going to turn me into your bitch?’

Normally Gavin would have answered with an uncertain “maybe” or “I’ll try”. But as he observed the way in which Isabelle, Iris and Tyelle looked at him in anticipation, or looked at how he had left Bira in a semi-conscious state, he could only do one thing.

‘Yes!’ He answered more confidently.

He only hoped he could live up to that proclamation as he shoved the fat, hot top of his massive pole against Baroness von Slootbach’s tight, pink ring of muscles...