It's a predictable mess for both ladies (part 2)

To regain some control of the situation, Johari relaxes and settles some of her weight into Sir Nasheim's grasp so she can have a hand free. With that hand she begins sliding her fingers up and down his shaft, aiming it so as to tease it up and down her own sex. stimulating it as much as possible. You decide to be silent and let her focus on preparing herself. Johari particularly focuses on energetically rubbing that head against the very top of her opening, focusing on a peculiar spot. For all of her peevishness she is not as embarrassed by matters of anatomy as many women might be, and knows the right spot to focus on.

Of course, by allowing Sir Nasheim to partially support her, she is also giving him control - so when *he* feels she's ready, he gently lowers her onto his shaft and lets gravity stuff inch after inch of throbbing cock into her twat. That's one of the advantages of this unusual position with the woman sitting her lap on the male's, facing away from him; makes it easy for anyone who throws a glance their way to get a scandalously explicit view of the actual penetration.

The smacks of Claude driving his hips into his new lover over and over were soon joined by a soft clapping as Johari began moving her hips straight up and down, her nice soft backside going down to rest on the veteran mercenary's hips then hopping up again until he almost slid out of her. Gradually picking up the tempo, the tight cups of black cloth with skull emblems that barely contained her sizable breasts begin jiggling up an down with each sharp motion of her hips.

"To explain a little, my friends," you say in a low voice to those not currently totally distracted by sex (Rella, Yig and Ulf, particularly the former), "that woman, one of my chief subordinates, is helping to pay me back for a dereliction of her duty recently. Normally, she'd be one of many women potentially available for horny travelers with the right pedigree, but I wouldn't make her dress so scandalously nor take cock in front of so many curious eyes... ha, and for that matter, I wouldn't be insisting that she does all the work while that smug warrior leans back in his seat and enjoys the feel of her cunt sliding up and down him."

Keeping her eyes closed, Johari tilts her head back so that her glasses don't slip off as the motion picks up speed, the man's hands urging her to fuck him faster and faster. Faint grunts and mumbles begin escaping her pert lips covered in jet black lip gloss. Her body is being honest about the pleasure even if her mind doesn't agree - you've been there plenty of times. Often, the only thing separating a disgusting experience of degradation from a decent fulfillment of your sexual needs is the simple step of turning out the lights and closing your eyes so you can feel the cock giving it to you but not see who it belongs to, and she's facing away from the man she's riding, and even gets to watch a much more attractive young man thrusting his muscular buttocks back and forth as she rides.

"Oh my, Lady Rella..." one of the two amazon bodyguards, both bigger and bulkier than their mistress, is blushing and squeezing her legs tightly together as she watches. "I didn't notice it at first but it seems the stories were true, about how aggressive the men in the lands beyond our shores are, and how treacherous and vicious the women are. I hope you won't take my meaning the wrong way but before we head home, I think I'd like to take one such as that," she points at Claude hammering away at the young woman under him, "as a prize consort."

Rella folds her arms and hmphs. "Please, Olga, don't embarrass me... the whole reason that blonde tarted-up Countess is doing this is to try and embarrass me and make me back away, not to entice you. But I'm staying right here, and though I know Sir Nasheim is too... distracted to think of anything but the whore wrapped around his cock right now, I'm going to wait right here and remind him, once he comes back to his senses, that there is real weight and import to the agreements he's signed, and changing sides now will put him and his regiment in a very bad position in the long run."

"So you really aren't interested in me at all?" You say with another smirk, tracing a hand down over your corset and teasing up the fringe of your short skirt to show off your own panties (and probably showing off a wet spot). "I would've assumed that you liked to bed women, yourselves. Aren't your isles for females only?"

Rella rolls her eyes. "Do you think our people emerge fully formed out of clam shells like our goddess? Of course there are men, though their numbers tend to decrease over time since they are put to the tasks of fishing and foraging in the jungles, both of which are even riskier to life and limb than warfare... life and limb amounting to the same thing in the end, since a crippled man is not worth keeping alive. Many warrior-sisters court one another and form bonds, but not everyone has the temperament for it. Since the most powerful warriors tend to monopolize the strongest and smartest men and take a dozen or more as their private consorts, the shortages that bring us to lands such as yours ensue... some foolish tribes like the Thessians seek to raid and take by ****, but us wiser Metissans know that it is better to sell our strength. I do not admire your city in the least... a society where the idle rich like you... and peddlers, scribes and lawyers," she makes a sour face, "are considered the cream of society, while warriors are denigrated? I'd sooner serve a man than a woman such as you."

You can tell that Rella's words are getting Johari really agitated - a couple of times she opens her mouth as if to respond, loving to rise to the occasion of angry debate. But it is hard for her to form words with the feel of a horny old man's thick cock sliding up and down inside of her as she bounces up and down on his lap - and speaking of bouncing, it seems that Nasheim wants to appreciate the motion of her breasts despite being unable to see them, using a free hand to grope one, then the other as they wobble with each of Johari's motions. "Augh - damn! I can barely hold on! It feels like this tight, silky cunt is trying to milk me, squeezing each time she rises off my hips like she doesn't want to let me go..." he gurgles lustily.

It seems that Claude, despite displaying some very impressive stamina (at least 10 minutes have passed since he first went into Michaela) is reaching his breaking point, his breathing going ragged... and then, suddenly, everyone in the tent hears the high-pitched warbling cry from Michaela's lips indicating that she has climaxed (quite possibly for the second or third time). He takes that as license to stop fighting the irresistible urge and throws his head back, groaning, before collapsing forward on top of her, pushing his lips against hers again. Michaela wraps her arms around his neck, not wanting to let go. Seems she is a tender romantic at heart, after all, as when you glance at her you can see that she has tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh... I'm so happy... please, let's just stay like this... I don't even care who can see."

From the sheen of sweat beginning to glisten all over Johari's exposed flesh, you can tell that she is finding out just how much work it is to take the lead with a man. You decide to stand up and amble closer so that you can watch her humiliation. You can see Nasheim has his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his jaw is clearly tight - he is obviously struggling to hold on as her pussy engulfs him over and over. Of course, she can't see it very clearly. Johari is panting with effort now as her butt slaps against his lap over and over, but she doesn't dare complain or ask for him to change positions, since she knows this way she can at least take the initiative and dismount when the man is about to cum. Reluctantly, the man releases his dimpled grip on her brassiere-clad breasts after giving them one last hearty squeeze, and instead wraps both hands around her waist, gripping the core of her body mercilessly tight as he urges her to speed her slowing pace back up. Soon she is being bounced up and down hard enough that her glasses are slipping off her nose again. This keeps up all the way through you and Rella's conversation without giving the poor woman any respite.

At last, Sir Nasheim seems to be unable to bear keeping his hands away from the softest parts of her curves any longer and drops her on his lap, his turgid shaft vanishing entirely from view into Johari's all-too-visible feminine folds. His hands slither up the front of her body before cupping both of her breasts from beneath. "Hahhhh... hahhh... mmmf...." Johari tries to catch her breath, rocking back and forth gently against his lap, clearly feeling a little nervous to be so closely joined to the old man that she's resting her cuntlips on his 'family jewels'. "Damn lazy brute... aren't you... about to finish yet? Surely you've... hahhh... had enough, take your hands off me so I can stand up and collect your seed in my hand..."

Right below where the root of his cock is barely visible, stretching out Johari's delicate cuntlips, Nasheim's balls visibly tremble and tighten, and a loud grunt escapes his lips. His eyes snap open and bug out, staring at her ass resting on his lap. Johari, no doubt feeling his cock trembling a little inside of her, looks down over her shoulder and sees the slack-jawed, mindless pleasure on his face, immediately knowing what it means. With a high-pitched yelp, she grits her teeth and tries to will her exhausted legs and thighs to help lift her off. As she awkwardly swings her legs forward - having to put all her weight on him so that his tight sack remains pressed up against her a few seconds longer - she eventually manages to pull up and off of him. Since Nasheim isn't objecting and has his head tilted back, it's clear that Johari has dismounted this old warhorse a bit late. The proof is in the pudding, and sure enough, as she reaches down and hesitantly runs a finger along the surface of her sex, a droplet of white cream begins dribbling out from between the lips of her feminine flower.

"DAMN IT ALL!" she screeches. "Augh! You stupid bastard!" she lifts one of her legs and at last makes some use of those awkward high heels you've **** on her, kicking him right in the gut with that sharp point, drawing a surprised cry of pain from him. He takes it in stride though, just sighing and pulling his trousers back up.

"Sorry... sorry, young miss. Couldn't think of gold while you were squeezing around my cock like that." he wipes a sheen of sweat off his forehead with an arm. "Damn but that was refreshing, though. Gives me an entire new perspective. Having a pretty young woman ride your cock... that's one of those pleasures that it's worth staying alive for, even above the strictures of honor or professionalism, sometimes." He gives Johari's ass a slap as she staggers away from him, pulling out the chamber pot and squatting down over it to rid herself of some of his cum.

Surprisingly, a third groan resounds throughout the tent. Both of the mercenary leaders important enough to offer a nubile woman to ( and interested in accepting) have already shot their loads in your sultry subordinates but that still leaves two poor, dirty, cowardly peasants, and it seems like at least one of them has taking you up on your suggestion of enjoying the free show and satisfying himself with his right hand.

You laugh, satisfied. "Ah, you poor boys... an intolerable deprivation I am sure but I think you were better off not trying your luck against those Amazons. I think you are the ones who would have ended up being penetrated. If you stick around for a few days I'm sure there are some older, plumper brothel ladies in your price range to be found."

You then waltz over to Rella and try to take one of her hands in yours. She allows it but gives you a sour look.

"You call yourself clever and that other tribe over-aggressive... but I know you could see that this 'battle' was over the moment Johari flounced in here in her underwear. Isn't that right, Sir Mercenary? Especially since that necromancer would do all kinds of awful things to you if you went against me and got yourself captured now."

Sir Nasheim is in too deep an orgasmic haze to even register your dark threat. He just nods and begins gently rubbing himself while watching Johari grimace as she holds her skull-embroidered panties to the side and urinates, one palm pressed against her own belly button, trying to squirt out his semen. When she succeeds and a squirt of sticky white stuff comes out in a brief spurt, she gives a fearful gasp that you find delicious.

Micheala is oblivious to all this of course, and you can hear her speaking softly, inviting her new lover to come to her town house so she can show off some of the show pieces she has forged and unsubtly mentioning that she has a large enough bed for two.

"Well then, Amazon - to make the offer one more time, although I am not terribly experienced in pleasuring women, I can promise you that I would put my nose to the grindstone as it were, as long as it takes to give you a pleasant evening if you come back to my manor. Shall we?"

" I think not." is her terse reply.

"In that case, being that you will now be outnumbered beyond the point where trying to make a stand here would have any honor or purpose," you say as you run a hand down your stockinged thigh, "run along back to Aldergrove. And tell him that I am coming, and the crown will not help him. Tell him that after I've taken his castle, I am going to take him, and that then my vassal and my chief witch are going to take turns at him, too. And then, Lady Rella - without ever raising a sword in my own hand, I'm going to make you eat my pussy and swallow every drop of his cum. Tell him that, too."