Morning comes

The next morning, Riolta awoke feeling fresh and flushed, a smile crossing her face as she thought back with great satisfaction to how all the things she’d done the previous evening had been the perfect remedy for the days she’d spent withering away in sexless isolation.

Having gotten cleaned up before climbing down into her bed the previous night, and remembering that she had silently vowed to repay Delta for making sure that there was a warm bath waiting for her when she got back to her room, Riolta smiled wolfishly at her own image in the full length mirror which she walked past on her way to the walk-in wardrobe, and couldn’t resist the urge to give her ass a soft smack.

Upon opening the wardrobe, Riolta concluded that she would have to thank Emmanuella as well, as the Countess had apparently seen fit supply her with a wide array of skimpy garments and nice footwear to saunter around in until she could her things from the hotel.

Rifling through the various drawers containing thongs, panties and suchlike with her left hand while grinding her right hand against her moistening pussy, Riolta slowly put together the outfit which she aimed to wear for breakfast, and which she fully expected to have been utterly drenched with jizz long before lunch.

Despite the fact that there was another full length mirror placed inside the wardrobe, Riolta gathered up what she intended to wear and returned to her bedroom, dropping the clothes on her bed and starting out by putting on the black platform-soled, stiletto-heeled stripper sandals which she’d picked out and made sure that the thin black straps were positioned just right as they crisscrossed their way up her shins and firm calves before stepping up in front of the mirror to admire how she looked propped up on those towering heels, a low moan escaping from her throat as she used her fingers to push apart her vulva and lay bare the glistening pinkness of her aroused sex.

Returning to the bed, Riolta was just about to put on the next article of clothing when she was distracted by the thought of what it would be like to be sitting on her knees and have Redmond, Hudds and Harold all jerk their cocks for her while Alexia and Emmanuella looked on, and she suddenly found herself having slipped one of her small, dark nipples into her mouth, holding her heavy tit in a firm grasp as she sucked on the hard little bud.

“Fuck,” Riolta said to herself once she’d spat her nipple out of her mouth and ceased thinking about receiving the biggest, stickiest cumshots of all time and instead got to work on slipping on the next part of her little ensemble.

Sauntering up to the mirror yet again and standing in front of it with her hands on her hips and her enormous tits bulging out in front of her, Riolta announced with a gasp how satisfied she was by the way in which the swollen lips of her sex engulfed the tiny front of the thong that she’d picked out for herself, grinning lustfully at how the black spaghetti-strap was almost instantly soaked through by her wetness as it was hidden behind her labia.

The next thing that Riolta put on was a black satin choker which fit perfectly around her neck, and even though she’d considered adding a pair of white gloves to her outfit, she was very satisfied with the black ones that she’d chosen instead, noting how they hugged the skin on her arms as they stretched out to cover them from the tip of her fingers to her elbows.

Pleased with what she was wearing, and particularly so with how the sodden front of her teeny undergarment was pressing against her aroused clit whenever she took a step, Riolta took one last long look at herself in the mirror and then set out to find out if anyone else had awoken yet.

Her first stop was Harold’s and Delta’s room, and Riolta could feel the tingling of her pussy grow stronger as she caught a view of how the hugely muscular stud was sleeping on his back with his erect cock stretched out across his stomach and the icy blonde handmaiden sleeping with her head on his left hip so that the tip of her nose and those full lips of hers were barely an inch away from the fat trunk of his giant fuckpiece.

Had it not been for the fact that she had half a mind to enjoy a nourishing breakfast before losing herself in a lust-filled haze of wet, squirting pussies and rock-hard, cum-spewing cocks, as well as having already decided that to live exclusively on jizz would have made for an exciting but unhealthily one-sided diet, Riolta would have awaken the two and had her way with them, or allowed them to have theirs with her.

Instead, she moved on to the Countess’s room, where she stumbled upon a sight which she found positively endearing. Lying on his back in the bed, with a comforter covering him up to his chest, was Hudds, his eyes closed and a peaceful smile on his face as Emmanuella laid on her side right next to him, one of her arms stretched out across his chest while her head rested on his shoulder, her smile being warm enough to match of Hudds’ as they laid tucked in under the covers.

Indeed, the only thing which disturbed the otherwise chaste and delicate romance of the scene played out in front of Riolta was the manner in which Hudds’ turgid cum-tube was tenting against its cover, looking very much as though it was ready to come bursting through it to stick up towards the ceiling as precum poured out of it.

Keen to see if Alexia and Redmond would be capable of looking even more erotic than either of the two other couples, Riolta set out to locate them, which she did soon enough, even though it was still early enough in the morning that she couldn’t find any of the maids and ask them for directions to their room.

“Oh fuck…” Riolta purred as her eyes narrowed at the sight of Alexia and Redmond sleeping in their bed, her pussy having become so pouring wet at what she was confronted with that her thighs were soon equipped with a glossy character as her juices oozed out onto them.

Alexia was sleeping on her side, her massive knockers spilling out in front of her and her knees bent as she laid completely exposed in the bed, with Redmond on his side behind her, one of his arms hugging her stomach as his cock was buried to the hilt inside her ass.

Enticed by what she was seeing, Riolta scampered closer to the bed just as Alexia stirred on the bed and let out a long, dreamy groan.

Expecting her young blonde friend to wake up, Riolta was surprised to find that Alexia’s eyes remained closed even as she squirmed against Redmond’s larger frame.

It wasn’t until she noticed the juices pouring out onto Alexia’s thighs that Riolta realized what was happening: the scandalous little slut was climaxing in her sleep.
Left to wonder how many times that Alexia had done so during the night, though the soaked state of the sheets suggested that it had happened often enough, Riolta just had to put her fingers against the inside of her thighs to gather up some of the gelatinous juices that had poured out of the blonde minx’s glistening quim, following how Redmond sighed in his sleep as he thrust his ass back before plunging the whole of his cock back into Alexia’s ass whilst licking the girlcum from her fingers.

Determined to hurry to get through her breakfast before returning upstairs to intrude on either one of the three sleeping couples, Riolta headed towards the main staircase with the intent of heading down to the kitchen that laid on the bottom floor, where she could probably find someone willing to prepare some food for her.

In fact, Riolta didn’t make it all the way to the kitchen, but just managed to get halfway down the lower section of the staircase before she was surprised by the sudden appearance of a stranger coming out of the hallway to step into the hall that she was currently descending down into. Both of them stopped upon spotting each other, and what followed was a tense silence as they sized each other up, with neither of them knowing whether or not the other person was a threat.

Had she encountered him under different, less ominous circumstances, Riolta would already have been hitting rather shamelessly on the man who stood about fifteen yards away from her, since she did find him very attractive.

Being about the same height as Riolta in her stiletto heels, the man had a lean but solid build with an abdomen that looked as though it got wider the closer it got to his shoulders, had pale brown hair and a smooth-shaved face that had a decisive feel about it, and he was handsome in a way which seemed sort of ageless and which left Riolta to suspect that he could be anywhere from his late twenties to his early forties.

Clad in well-made but simple clothes; boots, trousers, a shirt and a jacket, the man was looking back at Riolta as she noted that the bulge on the front of his trousers looked very promising, so promising in fact that she had another strong reason for hoping that he wasn’t an assassin or kidnapper sent there by one of the powerful enemies that she and her friends had gained over the last week.