Boy’s own adventures

“Good…” The purring was spilling forth from Aliyah’s throat as she leaned down to plant a soft peck on Riolta’s lips, though she responded to it with such **** that it seemed for a moment as though their frantic lovemaking would flare up again before Aliyah finally managed to regain control over the situation and was able to pull her lips away from Riolta, who duly broke out into a disappointed pout at not getting to lick Aliyah’s pussy and having to content herself with directing her lustful gaze at the curvaceous blonde as she straightened her back up again to remain astride Riolta’s slender waist, cum still running down the generous curvature of her huge bust, some of the creamy white having trickled onto her belly to run in long lines that would eventually reach Riolta’s own stomach.

“The woman that you’re supposed to find is called Zalah,” Aliyah explained as she placed both of her hands on Riolta’s midriff, “if my sources are correct, she’s recently arrived in the city, her presence here wasn’t reported to me until yesterday, though I’ve been expecting her for quite some time.”

“Your sources?” Riolta contented herself with playing along with discussing her task, though it was hardly what she wanted to do most at the moment, “Why can’t you have them approach this Zalah character?”

“That, I’m afraid, would not be advisable…” Aliyah’s smile was of a variety that made Riolta suspect that she could say more about it, but wasn’t going to, “Besides, I’m certain that the two of you will find each other immensely appealing,” now Aliyah’s smile turned to become downright obscene, her whole face lighting up into a grimace that radiated pure, untainted lewdness, “for all manner of reasons.”

“What, so she’s a slut?” Riolta asked.

“Yes, she’s as voracious and as beautiful a slut as you,” Aliyah admitted, gasping at the feel of Riolta’s hands against her hips but showing no inclination of telling her to stop as she traced up over her sides.

“Then why don’t you seek her out yourself?” Riolta’s question came as her hands came sliding out from under Aliyah’s arms to cup her magnificent boobs, the size and firmness of which almost made Riolta wish that she had freakishly large hands.

“I have my reasons…” Aliyah provided Riolta with another evasive answer.

“If you want me to shut up…” Riolta curled her lips up into a fantastically indecent smile, “you can always lick my pussy again.”

“In a minute,” Aliyah’s promise was not satisfactory to Riolta, but she still thought it best to keep her mouth shut and allow the achingly beautiful blonde to continue, “First I want to tell you something about Zalah. You are to… socialize with her,”

“Is that a euphemism for us going cock-hunting together?”

“In your case, yes,” Aliyah didn’t appear to have been too annoyed at being interrupted by Riolta’s naughty question, “Be around her, make her your friend, and above all else, do everything in your power to ensure that no harm comes to her.”

“No harm?” Riolta’s question dissolved itself into another shameless grin, “Does that include things like the temporary stretching of certain parts of her anatomy?”

“Having her assfucked is quite alright, allowing her to be hurt through your negligence will make you my enemy, is that understood?”

“Yes,” Riolta’s cheerfulness melted away in the face of Aliyah’s firm expression.

“Good,” Aliyah’s smile returned, “now…”

Riolta gasped as Aliyah leaned down so that her cum-coated pressed were mashed against her own pair of gloriously round and full orbs, releasing another gasp when she felt the other woman’s soft lips be placed against her right ear and pour words into it, words in a gruff language that Riolta couldn’t understand but which she at least found to be familiar, her mind already being warped so that she stopped being aware of her surroundings and instead became immersed in several carnal memories that were replayed for her all at once, so that her thoughts were drowned out by the plethora of her own aroused moans and screams as she followed herself being fucked several times over, in different places and by different lovers, all at once.

Aliyah smiled at how Riolta’s body went stiff underneath her and at how the archeress’ face was contorted into a lustful grimace that lasted until she felt her girlcum spray upwards to splatter against her own pussy and her thighs and feminine belly, at which point Riolta’s body relaxed and she slumped back onto the floor.

When Riolta awoke, it was to find herself lying in the large bed in her own suite, though she needed a few moments of looking all around her and allowing her gaze to dart across the lavishly furnished room before it finally sank in that she was right back where she’d started earlier that evening. Only, and Riolta noticed this as she looked out through the glass door to her balcony, this wasn’t the same evening anymore, not when the sun that had already been disappearing in beneath the hilly coast that surrounded Tharros when she’d left her hotel room was now visible once again, even if the skies had adopted various shades of pink, blue and purple to suggest that evening was coming, which in turn meant that she’d spent almost a full twenty-four hours as a guest of the mysterious Aliyah.

Having been placed to sleep on top of her sheets, Riolta slid out of bed and got up on her feet, taking one step forwards and then letting out first a gasp and then a soft chuckle as she reached behind her to grab hold of the base of the dildo that had been buried inside her ass, another gasp exiting her mouth as she extracted her fake cock from her anus and brought it up in front of her to note that it was exactly identical to the one with which she had fucked herself earlier.

Reminding herself to thank Aliyah for the souvenir as soon as she got a chance, Riolta sent a thick gob of spit onto the footlong black phallus before casually tossing it onto her bed, leaving it behind as she sauntered across her suite, aiming to take advantage of its luxurious accommodations by drawing herself a bath and cleaning off before dressing herself and setting out for a night on the town.

A while later, Holsten was standing in the corridor, temporarily neglecting to do his duties as he nervously eyed the door that let to Miss Snow’s suite. Having been smitten by the gorgeous, curvaceous brunette when she’d first arrived at the hotel, Holsten’s infatuation for Miss Snow had hardly been lessened by her insistence on him calling her by her first-name and her ability to end each of their short but lively conversations, though she did most of the taking, with him having his cheeks glowing bright red and his cock aching for release thanks to the suggestive character of what she said and how she said it.

And since Holsten was relatively new at his job as a bellman, the eighteen-year old boy with his short, chestnut-coloured hair and handsome, friendly face was still good-hearted, or naïve, enough to find it somewhat worrying that more than a day had gone by without anyone having seen her at the hotel, particularly since none of the people that he’d spoken had been able to recollect seeing her exit it, even though the maids assured him that her suite was empty.

Having persisted in his worriment even in the face of the crude guesses that his colleagues had made as to the reason for Miss Snow not having returned to her suite for such a long time, Holsten was about to violate the hotel’s policies by sneaking into Miss Snow’s room and see if he couldn’t find any clues as to the reasons for her disappearance.

Realizing that he was most likely out on a fool’s errand, Holsten brought his key to Miss Snow’s room out from his pocket and held it in his hand as he inched his way towards the door, his heart racing as he came within a few feet of it.
He then nearly suffered a heart-attack when the door was suddenly thrown open.
“Oh, hello Holsten,” Miss Snow greeted him with a hungry smile.