Perrima

Amina looked a Zalah, an expression of mock pity in her eyes, Tymon’s enormous length protruding from her ripe lips, the bottom one pursed downwards in an parody of childish desolation. Amina was a horny sight at the best of times. Watching her pout with a fourteen inch cock spearing from her mouth was a sight that served to make a few of the men in the room begin to stiffen up again. So big was Tymon’s dick, jutting upwards from his groin, that the busty slut had hardly had to incline her head downward at all to get it in her mouth. Where conventionally woman got on their knees to give blowjobs, Zalah surmised that a short woman might be better off with a stepladder if they were going to service Tymon.

‘I’ll take charge of the horny slut first,’ Perrima volunteered. ‘You’ve given me such an idea, Amina, by not allowing Zalah to touch our gallant host’s horse-cock that I think I’ve just the ticket to frustrate our new member a little further!’

‘Don’t be too mean!’ Zalah said.

‘Now now, my darling. Have you ever known me to withhold favours?’

Zalah reflected that in the giving of orgasms, Perrima was consistently one of her most generous friends, and hoped she would be as good as her word.

‘In any case,’ Perrima continued, ‘she’ll be staying with me tonight, being new in town. But I promise to return her in one piece the day after tomorrow so that everyone will get an equal share.’

‘Don’t underestimate the importance of these tasks,’ Tymon added to Zalah, as a supplementary comment. ‘You may find it pleasurable, you may find it degrading, you may find it strange or thrilling. But you will only gain full admittance to our enclave here if you fulfil each of you’re obligations to the letter, and without debate.’

Amina added a footnote to the comment but her mouth was full of cock and no-one could hear what she had meant to say. A sliver of drool escaped from her lips and plopped onto the ground. Whatever she had meant to say ended in a heartfelt, deep-throated ‘mmm’ as she sucked further down the veiny tube.

‘After you’ve completed your task at Perrima’s, you’ll be expected here, the day after tomorrow, nine o’clock sharp in the morning, for your next assignation,’ Tymon said. ‘Now, if no-one minds, Amina and I are to close up for the evening.’

At this, the antechamber started to empty, the group of cum-drenched and bone-weary female participants filing out back into the main room where servants were waiting to clean them with fresh towels, scents, and water for their trips back into the outside world.

‘It’s considered a mark of respect to the owners to leave the premises in the state you are when the show finishes,’ offered Perrima to Zalah as they said their goodbyes and prepared to leave, each of the women eyeing Zalah particularly and making ostentatious comments about what they were going to do to her when their turn came to lord it over her.

‘Shall we can get cleaned up before we go home, or shall we risk going out as we are?’ said Perrima to Zalah.