Moving on

“Uh-huh,” Holsten replied, stirring his head a little in what seemed like a weak imitation of a proper nod, the young man showing little sign of being able of getting back onto his feet for now and looking as though he’d stay that way for quite some time.

“Tired?” Letting her question dissolve itself into a good-natured chuckle, Riolta kept her skirt the way it was, with the hungry glances that Holsten were aiming at her exposed honey box driving her to play with the thought of descending into the lobby with the flaps where they were now.

“Exhausted,” Holsten replied, possessing enough misdirected pride to appear sheepish at his admission.

“You’re not embarrassed by it, are you?” Riolta asked as she began to saunter her way back and forth across the room whilst wiping some jizz out of her left eye, an act which she performed with an air about it which other women would project when making one last check that their earrings were in place before a night on the town.

“A bit.” The weary muscles in Holsten’s neck were starting to hurt from holding it up so he could continue ogling Riolta, but then it definitely was a price that he was fully prepared to pay.

“You shouldn’t be,” Riolta informed him, in a happy, matter-of-fact way, as she turned on her heels and moved towards the bed, making sure to have her hips weaving seductively as she advanced on him at a slow pace, the buxom archeress apparently having decided to extend her stay past the previously mentioned thirty seconds, “that’s just silly.”

“Uh-huh,” Curiously enough, Holsten found himself instantly agreeing with Riolta as he allowed his gaze to travel up over her body so that he could gawp at the enormousness and the unrelentingly perfect shape of her boobs before shifting his eyes to spot the ravishingly sexy expression on her face, backed up by the hungry gleam in her eyes.

First, Holsten gulped at Riolta’s appearance, then he gasped as she placed one of her feet on the edge of the bed next to his legs and reached down, effortlessly seizing hold of his dick with both hands and lifting it upwards, and then a deep, lustful groan flowed out of him as a response to Riolta placing the massive business-end of his fuckmast against her juicing pussy, her fingers wrapped tight around the trunk of his member as she began rubbing the vividly purple cockend all over her honeypot.

Content with lying back and enjoying the show, his exhausted muscles ensuring that there really wasn’t much else that he could do, Holsten felt his cock twitch and a pulse of precum come pouring out through his cumslit in response to the tremor that ran through Riolta when she had his cockhead brush against her clit, the top-heavy archeress keeping it there for several seconds, using it to stimulate her hypersensitive pleasure-button whilst a long line of feminine moans blossomed out past her luscious lips, each of them more evocative than the one before.

What occurred next was that Riolta pushed Holsten’s cock away from her, drawing a throaty grunt from him when his turgid fucktool landed on his stomach with a resonant thud, her hands having moved in the direction of her shoulders before his member had completed its short journey downwards.

With Holsten keeping a keen eye on what she was doing, Riolta slipped first one, then the other of the straps of her dress down her arms before burrowing her thumbs in underneath the neckline of the shiny material that was fitting her so tightly that it almost seemed painted on, pushing it downwards to free her ginormous knockers, which jiggled and shook in a glorious fashion as she pushed on until the top of her dress was far down enough that the jewel that was now fitted in her bellybutton was left exposed.

“Tell you what,” Riolta began, “you can stay here, get some sleep, and fuck my ass and cum-blast my face again when I get back. Sound good?”
Holsten managed to nod his head at her.

Gulping again as Riolta dropped down on her knees between his spread legs, Holsten then unleashed another throaty groan when he felt her breasts press against the sweat-glazed surface of his stomach and her lips come into contact with his cock, the tip of her tongue suddenly lapping at the thin strip of skin connecting his bell-end to his foreskin before moving downwards a little so that she could plant a wet, sloppy kiss on the underside of his steel-hard dick.

The guttural groans continued to flow from Holsten’s throat as Riolta slowly moved her way down his cock, showering the underside of it with greedy kisses until she reached his balls, the right one of which she caught between her full lips before softly pulling her head back and releasing the orb with a wet “POP!” and sending it swooping back into its original position, a husky sigh from her preceding how she dove in between his legs and went to work on his nuts, nimbly lapping at them with her tongue until they were both thoroughly lathered up with her saliva.

“You’d better have enough strength left in you to aim this monster at me in a couple of minutes time,” Riolta explained to Holsten as she now sat in front of him, peeking out from behind his cock as she held it pointing straight up at the ceiling, “because I’ll be busy fingering my snatch while your cum rains down on me.”

Riolta then tilted her head and planted a kiss on the side of Holsten’s member, letting him see how her eyes closed tight as her tongue came slipping out of her mouth to lick at the already spit-coated underside of his cock once more.

“You know, Holsten,” A few moments later, Riolta was addressing her young lover from a new position of standing on her knees with her back straightened up so that her chin appeared above the rounded tip of his fuckpiece, “I get so fucking wet just from sucking on your cock.”

With that revelation now out of the way, Riolta bent her neck and drove herself downwards onto the business-end of Holsten’s thick fuckmast, with him releasing a horny groan at feeling his cock enter her mouth, one that would stretch itself out to last right up until the moment when her nose would brush against his pelvis to signify that she’d just swallowed his schlong whole in one fell swoop.

A few minutes later, Riolta exited her hotel room with more cum blasted onto her face and tits, leaving Holsten behind to get some much-needed sleep while she went about her business.

Having left a trail consisting of fat dollops of cum that fell off her to land on the floor during her journey down the otherwise empty corridor, Riolta came upon a full-length mirror that was mounted onto the wall not far from the wide stairs leading down to the first floor, and stopped in front of it.

After hesitating for a few moments, Riolta finally decided to readjust her dress, pulling the straps back up her arms again and realigning the top of her dress so that it was once more clinging desperately to her boobs, at which point she let out a chuckle at the horny gaze that her mirror image was sending her way.

“Such a horny cumslut,” Riolta offered her image in the mirror a compliment, smacking her hand softly against her bared pussy while taking in her lewd and cum-covered appearance and going on to lean in closer to the mirror to offer her reflection a lip-smacking kiss before pulling her head back and curling her lips into a triumphant smile at the jizz-based imprint of her lips that she’d left on the mirror.

Shortly thereafter, Riolta was causing quite a stir in the lobby as she exited the stairs, with the hotel’s image being such that there were no scoffs or otherwise feigned expressions of disgust at her appearance, but instead the men and women present there were all looking at her in a manner that strongly suggested that all she had to do was to say the word, and a full-blown orgy would erupt right there and then.

Satisfied with the lustful stares that she was receiving, Riolta steered her steps towards the reception, which was currently staffed by a pretty young blonde thing whose rack filled out her tight white blouse quite nicely, to the point where Riolta couldn’t look at it without feeling the need to tear it apart and expose what looked to be a rather magnificent pair of boobs.

The receptionist, unsurprisingly, was looking straight at Riolta with her mouth opened and her eyes kept open for such an extended period that it seemed almost as though she’d lost the ability to blink.

“Hello,” Riolta greeted the receptionist in a casual manner, deciding that she hadn’t seen her before.

“Hi,” The receptionist managed to respond after a few moments of silence which she found awkward and Riolta quite entertaining.

“I’ve been entertaining a guest up in my room,” From the way in which the blonde was staring at her, particularly her bronzed tits with the thick strands of cum gleaming off them, Riolta guessed that she was definitely not the sort to shirk away from some kinky action, even if her youth meant that she might not yet have realized how much of a slut she really was, “and would like some room service to be sent up.”

“Right,” the receptionist replied, her face flustered and her nipples poking against her blouse.

“Say in about an hour or so,” Riolta continued on, “he’s a bit tired at the moment. And make sure that there’s plenty for him to drink, as I should imagine that he’s quite dehydrated by now.”

Nodding at her, the receptionist finally began to scribble down Riolta’s instructions onto a piece of paper.

“Oh, and yes,” Having made a move as though she was leaving the reception, Riolta turned back round to face the blonde again, “who’s the biggest slut amongst your staff?”

“What?”

“The biggest slut…” Riolta repeated herself, “which one of the girls working here is the keenest on spending a few hours having a stud fuck her every hole and blow one big, creamy load after another all over her pretty face and fat, juicy tits?”

“Oh…” The receptionist hesitated for a few moments before visibly recomposing herself and giving Riolta her answer in the form of a curt and confident “Me”.

“Good,” Offering the blonde, who didn’t look older than eighteen or nineteen, a lascivious smile, Riolta again suggested that the whole conversation that had taken place between them was an exceedingly normal one by rounding it off with a “Like I said, one hour from now, don’t bother knocking, and expect a big tip.”

Her business at the reception completed, Riolta turned round and spotted a familiar face.