Meeting Mathias

“Ah-hum,” It was the sound of someone clearing his throat coming from right in front of them that caused Riolta and Lena to bring an end to their passionate kiss, neither of them being willing to appear as anything but completely unrepentant at being found making out with another woman on some stranger’s doorstep.

Gazing at the blonde stranger who was now bathing in the light coming off a hallway lamp as he stood just inside the threshold, Riolta decided straight away that he was actually quite handsome, with a strong face, a build that was definitely more muscular than average and standing a few inches taller than average as well. In his late twenties, the man was wearing a well-made but perhaps understated outfit that consisted of a pair of annoyingly sturdy-looking trousers, though she quickly opted for viewing that primarily as a challenge, and a simple tunic that left his arms bare.

He was also appearing to be relatively calm about suddenly being confronted by two scandalously attired, drop-dead gorgeous vixens, though Riolta was satisfied at how the almost overwhelmingly sultry gaze that she sent him caused him to tense up quite a bit, particularly so once Lena had followed her example and done the same.

“Mathias Artin?” Lena asked the man, and Riolta didn’t exactly think it too hard to guess that that was the name of the supposed stud.

“Yes,” the man replied, the look on his face suggesting that he was fully aware of the overt manner in which both of the women in front of him, one of which exposed her hairless, gleaming pussy and the other her huge, perfectly spherical breasts, though the top of the other’s dress was such that there wasn’t much of her equally impressive pair of boobs that wasn’t already put on full display, were staring at his bulging crotch, and also that he certainly didn’t mind that they did, “that’s me.”

“I’ve been told that you’re quite the stud,” Lena informed Mathias, “capable of satisfying even the most ravenous of sluts, which is a description that would fit both me and my friend quite well…”

“Who told you that?” Mathias asked, his eyes quickly drawn downwards when Riolta first traced a finger along the lips of her pussy and then buried it deep inside her juicing honeypot, to which he responded by emitting a low grunt and jerking his right leg a little.

“Lucia Borgare,” Lena explained, leaving Riolta to try and remember if that was a name that she’d heard before, which she had, though she couldn’t quite place where, “the way she described it, you’ve fucked her silly all night long on a regular basis for quite some time.”

“You know,” Mathias began to say something, but was stopped dead in his tracks when Lena grabbed hold of Riolta’s wrist and used it to pump that sole digit in and out of her black-haired friend’s pussy a few times before bringing it out into the open and guiding it up to her own mouth, making quite a show of how she sucked it clean, producing quite a lot of wet sucking noises and bobbing her head up and down on the digit without ever letting her gaze drift away from him.

“I’m sorry,” Riolta sounded exceedingly casual for someone who was currently having an extremely attractive teen-slut treating one of her fingers as though it was a cock, “you were saying something?”

“This is my night off…” Mathias explained, though he made it sound primarily as though he simply wanted to see how they would respond to that remark, adding a “No customers tonight,” for good measure.

“Good, then we’ll fuck you for free,” Riolta immediately replied, consciously leaving it vague who of them that she thought ought to be charging who if money had been involved.

Another groan came from Mathias when Lena popped Riolta’s finger out of her mouth and instead offered it up for her to suck on, which she happily proceeded to do, letting him catch how she swirled her tongue round it on its way into her mouth.

“Tell me,” Lena urged him as he took in how Riolta’s plump, lush lips were puckered round her finger, “is it true what Lucia said about you having all kinds of potions that you use on your cock?”

“Not at the moment,” Mathias replied, starting to sound rather stumped at what was going on directly in front of him.

“Mmm,” Riolta let her finger out of her mouth and licked her lips as she looked up to meet his gaze and made sure that he saw her gaze down at his crotch with a determined gleam in her eyes, “so that big slab of cockmeat bulging against the inside of your pants is all you?”

Not saying a word, Mathias simply nodded his head.

“I have to tell you,” It was now Lena’s turn to talk, “that we’re sort of determined to see if we can’t get you to tear through your trousers. Remind me Riolta, were we going to do it through mere dirty talk, or was there to be some nasty ass- and pussy-licking as well?”

“I don’t think that we decided on anything,” Riolta said back, holding her hand on her bared thigh and leaving it to Lena to stroke a finger up and down her foaming honeypot, “though he’d probably like to see you slip your tongue up my ass.”

“Uh-huh,” Lena readily agreed, “or you could eat out my pretty pink pussy till I squirted all over you again. I’m sure he’d enjoy that,” she then continued to look straight at him as she added “that’s why her dress is looking a little soaked, you see…”

“You’re not the only one of us who can do that, you know,” Riolta informed Lena, receiving a horny sigh in return.

“You mean that I could have been gulping down your girlcum all this time and you didn’t tell me?” To convey her annoyance at this, Lena took her hand off Riolta’s pussy and instead used it to give the slutty archeress a playful smack on her delectable posterior, with the boobed teen cooing happily at how the globe of firm assflesh barely moved at all in the wake of her smacking it.

“Well, you didn’t ask, you little cumslut…” Riolta teased Lena.

“Are you like me in that all I have to do is to tease your clit a little?” That question poured out of Lena’s mouth at the same time as she was being very deliberate about the slow pace with which she slid her hand down across Riolta’s finely muscled stomach.

“Considering how fucking horny you’ve gotten me…” Riolta answered back, figuring that Mathias could fill the rest in on his own.

And it seemed as though he did, because Lena was kept from actually touching Riolta’s clit by the sharp sound of something tearing in front of them, causing the two busty minxes to stop looking at each other and instead turn their eyes to his crotch.

“Oh…” Riolta began.

“Fuck…” Lena continued.

“Me!” Riolta finished off as she and Lena both treasured the sight of Mathias’ rock-hard cock as it stood out from where it had ripped through his pants, a thick dollop of precum gleaming in the light of the lamp as it slowly spread itself out over he meaty, purple crown of his dick.

“About twelve inches, I’d say,” Riolta quickly sized Mathias up, “which is nice. And really fucking thick, which is even nicer.”

“You were right about what you said earlier, Riolta,” Lena admitted, “seeing that fat cock being rammed up your ass would make me have a not so little ****. Well, several…”

“And I’d be all cross-eyed and screaming at the top of my lungs before even half of it had pushed past my asshole,” Riolta replied, rubbing her thighs together as if to indicate how close to having an orgasm she’d come just from seeing Mathias’ schlong unveiled.

“So, stud,” It was now Lena’s turn to speak again, “aren’t you going to let us in?”

“Because it’s either that,” Riolta filled in, “or we’re staying here and letting our slutty mouths run until you blow your load all over us.”

“Loads, actually.” Lena clarified.

Chuckling as best he could and shaking his head, Mathias stepped out of the way to let them in, with Riolta and Lena both eyeing his cock as his movement caused it to jut about in front of him.