Forbidden Tomboy 4 – Worship [Erotic Content]

Nathalia pulled on the collar of her dress. One tug and the Victorian fashion that had clung so tightly to the tall woman’s curves loosened. Without the support of the corset and bra, her breasts drooped, ending the display of her deep cleavage and replacing it with an even more enticing view of huge, natural breasts jiggling. The cords clinging to her midriff were undone as well a moment later. The whole dress fell, forming a burgundy red circle of cloth around her feet.

The dragoness was not left completely naked. Stockings and elbow gloves still stuck to her arms and legs, dark red that barely contrasted with the brown colour of her skin. Her eyes were gradients of glowing orange, like incandescent metal, white hot at the core.

“Let me,” John requested, when she began to peel the first glove off.

An approving hum left Nathalia. The goddess of volcanoes lowered herself on the massive bed and gestured for him to come hither. Already on the move, John was on top of her within moments. His hands ran up her sides.

Had John not known better, he would have considered Nathalia a fertility goddess. There was a lot of woman beneath his fingers, feminine aesthetics distributed where they were most desirable and joined with his personal preference for women on the athletic side of things. His thumbs brushed over the edges of her abs. A little squeeze let him feel her ribs, their texture hidden by muscle fibres and proper eating. John had truly thin women in his harem, Nathalia was simply healthy and it showed.

It took all of his willpower to only brush over the mountains of pliable flesh on his path to her arms. He snuck in a grope in passing and that was enough to make Nathalia gasp. The dark crowns of her caramel FF-cups were incredibly sensitive, the hardened tips of the areola too enticing to ignore. John gave the left one a lick, coaxing a louder moan from the dragoness. Her throaty voice was pure seduction.

The rim of her elbow gloves was secured with two small buttons. Once they were popped, sliding the fabric off her arms was simple. John did it for one side, then the other, placing a number of kisses on the smooth skin that was revealed. Every bit of his Nathalia was lovable.

As strongly as he held that belief, he moved from her arms to her legs with swift enthusiasm. All of Nathalia turned his head around, but those plump thighs took his entire world for a spin. He put his hands around one. His fingers failed to meet, even when he gave the wondrous fusion of muscle and fat a thorough kneading.

“Hasten your teasing,” Nathalia demanded in a low vocal fry.

“As you wish,” John obliged. As dominant as he usually was, he was in the mood to let the switch take charge. She knew where his borders lay and she was more than deserving of the reward.

He removed Nathalia’s stockings in smooth motions. Both were swiftly discarded, joining the pile of her clothes by the side of the harem-sized bed.

Nimbly, Nathalia put a heel against the back of John’s head. She smiled, while drawing him in. The smooth skin of her lower leg glided over his hair while he leaned in, following the pace of her pull. Her second leg wrapped around him below his arms. Then he was in reach of her hands. Nathalia was a tall woman, taller than him still (if by a much diminished margin) and her hand was large, yet feminine, with a soft palm and long fingers. She directed him the rest of the way to her womanhood.

Hairless and swollen, she awaited him. Deep brown lips glistened in the artificial light of the room. Crystals under the ceiling mimicked or channelled the sunlight. John was not certain which one and he was too enticed by more beautiful things to care. Extending his tongue, he licked the awaiting mound.

There was a smoky taste to Nathalia, like always. It was an undercurrent to simple sweetness. The taste mingled with the arousing scent of burning sandalwood. John’s cock twitched, eager to fill this or any other hole of her or his other women. He ignored it. Delaying his gratification was a lesson his body ought to remember sometimes.

Thick thighs squeezed the side of his head. John remembered well how to orally stimulate a woman. The frequency of the service had somewhat declined since his balls had gotten bottomless and his cum orgasm-inducing, but he still provided it daily. The Skill was not lost on him. Even if none of his women had ever asked for it, he would have gladly eaten them out for the view alone. There was nothing quite like peering up the flat landscape of a trembling midriff, the hardness of spasming muscles contrasted with the softness of swaying breasts.

“Mhmmmm… a little… higher…” Nathalia gasped, then her hips bucked up against his open mouth. “Yes! YES! Ri-… Right there!” Her deep voice reached a higher pitch, rose in volume, while his tongue massaged the sensitive spot found. “Faster!” she pleaded and John struggled to oblige. Even his tongue was only capable of so much.

It was more than enough. Nathalia’s hips shot off the mattress with renewed intensity. Sweet honey flooded John’s mouth and he tasted it all eagerly. Grabbing her enormous backside gave him all the leverage he needed to keep her stable while he continued to tongue-fuck her through her orgasm. Her back arched. Her breasts swayed with every intense breath. Her eyelids fluttered. Her heels pushed against his back.

John’s tongue slowed, then stopped. Nathalia’s breathing continued to be ragged for just over ten seconds past her climax. The female orgasm was, as always, an invigorating sight. Only watching a woman swell with his child could possibly make him feel more validated in his life choices.

“You started without me.”

Nathalia released John’s head so he could turn to the imperial tomboy. Lulu had a crooked smirk on her face, revealing perfect white teeth. She was naked, completely and unashamedly so. Tianlong was wrapped around her left arm, resting as a jade tattoo coiled around the limb. The absence of a womb tattoo struck John starkly. ‘One day… one day not too far away, hopefully,’ he thought.

“Join,” Nathalia ordered, her tone not leaving any room for disagreement. It hooked right into the submissive part of the tomboy’s brain. Like Nathalia, she was a switch, but Lulu’s bottom tendencies ran much, much deeper.

“Yes, Mistress,” the imperial tomboy cooed and swiftly crawled on by the bed. John sat down, just watching while the Chinese empress entangled herself with the orange-haired dragoness. The two together were a manifestation of the many alluring shapes of women. Lulu was much shorter, pale-skinned, and quite slender compared to the curvaceous goddess.

Lulu was on all fours when her jade lips met Nathalia’s wine red ones. Her petite breasts were barely influenced by the pull of gravity. Her derriere was a gorgeous display, not overly large nor in any way flat or small. It was exactly the perfect size, exactly the perfect firmness, for her frame – at least as far as John’s taste was concerned. Her pretty pink slit, swollen and virginal, sat between her legs. John was quite tempted to get behind her and thrust inside, to take what they both wanted him to take.

Once more, John wrestled down basic urges and instead watched. He would be pulled in soon enough and until then he could enjoy the show.

Nathalia grabbed Lulu by the waist and turned her around. It was part of a series of motions that saw the dragoness propped up against a giant Snorlax plushie, the imperial tomboy’s back against the enormous tits of her dom. Laughing at a private joke, the goddess proceeded to nibble on Lulu’s ear. The woman whimpered lustfully, gasped when Nathalia pinched one of her pale nipples, and cried once the fingers reached her drenched cunt. The redhead rubbed the clit of her sapphic partner. Generous circles that made the swollen pubic mound stretch in all of its smoothness.

Faces so close to each other, John could observe another difference between the two women. Lu Zhi was adult, a woman in the prime of her life, nubile and sexy. Nathalia was mature, appearing a little aged without entering into the middle years. The difference was there and offered different flavours, both of which John was ready to explore.

They kissed again, slowly this time. Their lips barely met. Tongues did most of the work. As wonderful as the sight was, as much as John loved listening to the moans and smacking of digits on wet lower lips, his patience for watching alone was reaching its limit.

“Join us, my mate,” Nathalia instructed in that exact moment.

John smirked. It always felt good to be affirmed in his knowledge that they knew his preferences as well as he did theirs. “What do you have in mind?” he asked, while approaching. Excess precum dripped from his cock, throbbing with intense need. Lulu beheld it with a glassy gaze, little more than a plaything between the two of them.

Nathalia sunk her fingers into Lulu’s hair and shoved her head forwards. John was close enough now that this buried her face in his crotch. Nostrils flared next to his heavy balls. His juices smeared over the empress’ flustered face, ruining the pristine cleanliness of the sovereign. Alas, she was no Heavenly Jade Empress in this moment – instead, she was John’s chosen comfort hole.

The Gamer drew his hips back slowly, further staining Lulu’s face with his precum. Her mouth awaited him wide open. He pushed inside, feeling her hot breath on his manhood right up until he filled too much for her to keep panting. Her green lips formed a tight seal at that point.

“It never gets any less ecstatic when he fills – you – up,” Nathalia whispered into Lulu’s ear, then licked the smaller woman’s neck. The long, pointy tongue of the dragoness dragged over the bulge created by John’s advancing cock. “Shuch a faht, delicioush cock,” Nathalia slurred, as if she could taste him through her fellow haremette. “Isn’t it?” she asked, tongue now back behind her red lips.

Lulu moaned in agreement. Half-lidded, she looked up at John. Nathalia pushed her the rest of the way down. Eye contact broke. The imperial cocksleeve screamed, the muffled sound vibrating around John’s cock. Her orgasm was no deterrent to Nathalia, who mercilessly fingered Lulu’s pussy. John did not see, but he could very well hear the slick sounds.

“Fuck her face,” Nathalia casually ordered.

“Who am I to deny my goddess?” John thought out loud, grabbed Lulu’s head with both hands, and wound up for his thrust. He slammed into her hard, the fat tits of Nathalia serving as the cushion of the impact. A second, third, fourth, and many more thrusts followed. “Such a tight comfort hole!” the Gamer roared, letting his primal urges run wild.

Rolled up eyes and curled corners of her mouth spelled out what the sex **** thought about this treatment: ‘More, please!’

More was what John and Nathalia had in store for her. An arm slung around her waist, the redhead kept the submissive pinned in place while upper and lower lips were rapidly penetrated. “Getting closer,” John warned.

“Cum all over our faces,” Nathalia cooed wantonly.

Even in the middle of multi-orgasmic ecstasy, a protesting squeak could be heard from Lulu. John was able to translate that effortlessly. “I can’t – Snorlax might get dirty,” he managed to press out.

Nathalia glanced over her shoulder at the massive plushie she had chosen as her backrest. She rolled her eyes, and sighed. “Fill her mouth then,” she said drily.

That John was more than willing to do. He pulled two thirds of the way out. Green lips stretched erotically, while the comfort hole’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. Little thrusts made the sensitive spot beneath the head glide over oral attention, bringing him to release.

Hot seed spurted from the tip in powerful waves. John’s field of view was nearly consumed by dancing dots for a moment. Practice kept him from losing his balance. His balls kept tightening, pumping more of his seed into Lulu’s eager mouth. The face of the tomboy was that of a slut whose thoughts dissolved in ecstasy.

Less than a second passed between John removing his cock from the comfort hole and Nathalia pushing her mouth on that of Lulu. Semen, white and thick, was swapped back and forth. The kiss was close at the beginning, but the induced climax between the two soon had them both tremble. Saliva and seed mixed together dripped on Nathalia’s chest.

“Clean… me…” the redhead ordered once there was nothing left to exchange. Lulu obeyed sloppily, down a dreamy rabbit hole of getting everything she had wanted (short of anal). “She’s so easily satisfied,” Nathalia continued.

“Well, she gets quite needy in-between our visits,” John said, as if Lulu wasn’t even there. He turned her head back to his cock, sheathing it in her throat again. “We should leave her satisfied.”

“There is no other option,” Nathalia stated.

The lovemaking continued for the next half hour.