Meeting Europa

“Good,” your response to Maluba is defined by your inability to fully comprehend that a woman as beautiful and formidable as her should be so eager to please you, “I’ll join you in a minute.”

“Maluba,” you add a second or so later, “find out her name for me, would you?”

“Girl,” Maluba makes the brunette in front of her moan by slipping her hand in under the flimsy piece of cloth that decorates her breasts and softly pinching one of her hard nipples, “your new master wants to know your name.”

It seems as though you’ll be waiting in vain for the brunette’s answer, as her reaction to what Maluba is doing to her is to throw her head back so that it can rest on the voluptuous Nubian’s shoulder as she lets out a throaty moan and thrusts her sex tighter against Maluba’s fingers.

“Her name’s Europa,” Junia is helpful enough to inform you, “and she’s quite enthusiastic…”

“Zanya,” you’re aware of the fact that every last one of the six men that followed you inside the mansion are now watching Maluba and Europa as they stand on the stairs, “why don’t you go and help Maluba out?”

Zanya flashes you a smile which suggests that those were pretty much the exact words that she wanted to hear, and as she strides forth towards the stairs she can’t resist the temptation of reaching down with her hands and grabbing hold of the hem of her skirt, which she then lifts up so that you can admire the way in which her juicy ass bounces as she makes it onto the stairs and begins her ascent up to where Maluba is playing with Europa.

“Your former mistress must have had more people working for her than just you and Europa,” you ask Junia, doing you best to avoid any mention of slavery, for some unfathomable reason.

“Yes…” Junia replies and one look is enough to tell you that she’s having as hard a time not staring at the trio on the stairs as you.

“Where are they?” You ask, as Europa lets out a shrill cry of lust.

“Hiding in the cellar,” Junia’s answer comes just as she gives up any and all pretences of not being interested by what Maluba and Zanya plan to do with her friend.

“Basileios,” you throw a glance at the staircase just in time to catch Zanya slipping her dress up over her head and dropping it to the carpeted floor so that she’s standing there dressed only in her sandals, “take two men with you and go round up the people hiding in the cellars.”

“Alright,” Basileios quickly nods at you and then picks out two of the half-dozen men to go with him, although none of them seem particularly pleased about being force to abandon the show that’s taking place on the stairs, where Zanya is now reminding you of how sensitive her nipples are by toying with them a little as she stands next to Maluba and Europa, who’s pumping her hips against Maluba’s hand as she traces her fingers up and down the length of her gleaming slit.

It quickly gets to the point where Maluba is the most dressed of the threesome in front of you with her skimpy underwear, because the wavy pieces of sheer fabric that have been providing Europa’s tits and pussy with a modicum of cover have ended up on the floor, leaving the ample-chested brunette with only a necklace, a few bracelets and a belly chain to decorate her curvy frame.

“You two,” you manage to turn away from the sight of Zanya getting down on her knees to start licking Europa’s pussy, leaving Maluba free to focus both of her hands on the brown-haired slave’s delectable breasts and address two of your men, one of them a veteran from the tower and the other one a later arrival, “I want you two to go outside and guard the gates. You are to let no one out and will inform me when either of the two parties or Sarge arrives, understood?”

“Yes Thadeus,” the two men nod at you, and you wonder for a moment how much presence you must have developed in such a short time in order to be able to take their attention away from the sight of Europa standing wide-legged and supporting herself against Maluba as Zanya sits with her ass aimed at the audience and her tongue lapping at Europa’s pussy.

Just as the two men you picked disappear out through the main entrance, Basileios’ group returns with a motley group of slaves in tow, although the men and women look as though Basileios must have alleviated their fears about their imminent future at least a little.