More preparation

Redmond flipped Alexia around in the bathful of cummy water and as he did so his ginormous dick popped from her pussy with a sound, evacuating her slit with a sound that released bubbles to the surface of the water. As this happened, a slew of pearly jizz flooded from her cunt and mingled with the rest of the water in the tub, much of which was now floating with coagulated ribbons of pearly jizz.

Not seeing the point in wasting any time, he hefted his turgid member and placed it against the puckered ring of the blonde teen’s asshole, stroking the entrance to her rectum and enjoying the jiggling of her tanned asscheeks. Probing forwards, he inserted the hot fucktool into her anal canal and made her entire body shudder, a an action which seemed to provoke the reaction of a shrill scream from the ecstatic blonde fucktoy, as if the dick had pushed all the air through her body and compressed it out of her mouth.

Redmond was always surprised to see these days how such a compact and slender body allowed the full length of his dismorphically proportioned dick to penetrate it fully, nor how a tightly clenched cinnamon ring such as Alexia’s could expand to the accommodate a cock as thick as his lower arm, but he was glad that it could, and he took great delight in pounding Alexia hard in the ass, before slowing down to watch his iron-hard shaft slide in and out of her tightest hole, inch by inch.

The only way that Redmond could be certain that Alexia was still functioning coherently was that her hand was groping underneath her body and had grasped hold of his huge testicles, milking him expertly. After a few seconds of this, his eyes crossed, and he relinquished an enormous load in the buxom young blonde’s ass, so much in fact that much of it started foaming and then siphoning around the juncture where his dick was plugging her rectum.

After a while, Redmond collected himself and got out of the bath.

‘So this is how you nobles live,’

‘I wish,’ said Alexia, repositioning herself in the tub to look dreamily at him. For someone who had just taken a bath she seemed very messy.

Redmond started to towel down and pull on his clothes, ‘We’ve not got much time. The ball will be starting soon.’

‘Where are you going?’

‘To brief my men and get ready…’

‘You haven’t facialed me yet…’ Alexia protested, sulking like a little girl.

‘I think I have,’ Redmond countered, ‘look at you!’

‘No honey,’ Alexia explained, ‘First I get dry, then I get dressed, then my maid does my makeup, and then you blast a load in my face…’

Redmond groaned, but his dick was still hard.

As Delta deepthroated him, Harold watched Hudds stroke his dick, the watchman kneeling on the couch as the Countess Emmanuella von Koningswald, commonly held to be the most beautiful woman within a three-hundred mile radius, spread her pussy lips with one had and used the other to fondle her gigantic, perfectly shaped boobs.

The next instant a wide jet of semen snaked out of Hudds’ dick and drenched her, splattering against her face, her two-tone hair fanned out behind her, the upholstery of the chair and her pair of mountainous breasts that jutted out of her chest. It was accompanied by a very loud and squelchy splat. Emmanuelle extended a long, kitten-heeled leg and hooked it over Hudds’ shoulder as he squirted another juicy batch of jizz all over her. Again, it hit her square in the face. Either Hudds’ was a good shot, or he had got a lot of practise in today.

Emmanuella spat out a creamy wad of cum that had been blasted into her open mouth, and by some coincidence the frothy bath that she expelled ended up connecting with Hudds’ third jet of cum, which arced over her body and collided in mid-air, sending droplets of pearly semen cascading everywhere.

Looking down, Harold observed Delta jiggling her mouth from side to side, trying to fit all of his hard, veiny cock into her mouth, and very nearly succeeding. He stroked her hair as she did so with his left and used his right to fondle her massive boobs, marvelling at the dimensions of the huge, tanned, perfectly shaped globes. Delta used her hands too, jerking off the couple of inches of cockmeat that still remained protruding obscenely from her mouth, fondling his balls with the other one.

‘How’s Delta doing?’ a voice asked.

Harold looked around and couldn’t immediately see where it was coming from. Only when he looked again at the Countess on the couch did he notice that her face was covered in cum, and she was drooling sperm, which is why her voice sounded a little strange.

‘She’s great,’ Harold said. ‘How’s Hudds?’

‘He’s the opposite to every man I’ve ever met,’ announced the Countess, ‘and he fucks better than all the rest of them put together.’

At this point Emmanuella shut herself up by locking her lips around the blunt end of Hudds’ still spasming tool.

‘Hudds, listen,’ said Harold, trying to keep to business, ‘this is Riolta’s bow. Hide it in this room. She may need it if she comes back here. And remember, the Countess isn’t just your date, you’re her bodyguard. If something happens, strike first and ask questions later. Stick with her.’

‘I’m already stuck to her, Harold,’ indicating how Emmanuella had begun to use his huge dick as a spoon, smearing big globs of cum onto the head of it from her tits and lifting it her mouth, her upper torso and face a gluey mess.

Harold didn’t notice the pun, about to cum himself. Looking down, he saw Delta’s eyes cross…

Riolta was back in her suite, bathing. Leo had seemed his usual affable self in the ballroom. Perhaps he wasn’t involved in this business at all. She hoped not. Either way, she would be the first to find out, considering Redmond was determined to use her as bait in Emmanuella’s suite. Still having your life in danger was probably what it took to make one of these court functions exciting.

Getting out of the bath and towelling off, Riolta heard a knock at the door.

‘Who is it?’ she said with a little trepidation.

‘It’s the von Schwechlen tailor, Miss Snow,’ came the reply, ‘Miss Alexia has sent over an outfit for you to wear tonight.’

Riolta smiled, wondering what the naughty minx had cooked up. She slung the towel round her and opened the door. A middle-aged man wheeled a mannequin shrouded in velvet into the room.

‘Miss Alexia has outdone herself this time. She’s aware of your predilection for black.’

At this, the tailor bowed and left the room. Riolta pulled off the velvet shroud.