Iris and Gavin go for a walk

It really wasn’t what Gavin had been expecting when he arrived in Tharros that day, to have a throng of gorgeous women all staring at his cock in awed silence as Iris led him towards the doorway around which they were all gathered, their tits heaving and their mouths watering as they drank in his naked form. His brain was still attempting to process that, and had no way of dealing with the fact that Iris was about to bring him out into the streets and right through the Kettle.

But although they were all playing with their wet pussies while staring at Gavin’s mighty schlong, the women quickly fell prey to the supreme confidence that Iris was projecting, the buxom Jadhi babe not needing to say a word to get their attention and a gap to form down the middle which left the path to the door clear.

“Hey Gavin!” By the time he’d turned his head at her calling out his name, Valentina had already risen back onto her feet, and was smiling dirtily as she spun round to present him with the sight of her powerful booty, “Any time you want to come around...”

Figuring that she needn’t say anything else, Valentina smacked one hand down onto each of her asscheeks and pulled them apart, then relaxed her asshole completely to show off the gaping state that Gavin’s cock had left it in. And underneath that hole that he’d stretched and turned a dark shade of pink was her hairless pussy, swollen, darkened and absolutely soaked.

Gavin groaned at Valentina flaunting her holes at him so shamelessly, and produced a groan that was followed by a surge of precum that left his cock at the same time as it bucked against Iris’ hand.

The long streak of clear fluid went racing down between the two rows of panting, drooling sluts, until one of them had the composure to step up in front of it and have it smack against her huge, round, bronzed tits as they stretched the top of her wide-holed, white mesh dress.

Breaking out into a smile that started out thin but grin bigger, and remained impossibly suggestive all throughout, the woman – whose hair was jet-black and her eyes blue and burning with barely controlled lust – ran her fingers over her tits before giving each of her stiff, dark nipples a soft pinch.

“We’re going to meet again,” the black-haired babe said to Gavin, and looked him straight in the eye while she did so, “And you’re going to fuck my mouth, pussy and ass...”

“Though probably not in that order,” Iris purred over the sound of Gavin’s dark groan, before proceeding to use both her hands to heave his cock upwards just in time to have its crown aimed at the other woman’s face when the next surge of prejizz erupted.

The sharp, solid “SMACK!” of the blast hitting its target was followed first by a deeply aroused sigh from the scantily clad, black-haired vixen, then by excited noises produced by three other sluts as they all jumped in and began to lick Gavin’s clear precum off her body. While one focused on her tits, the other two opted for her face, and there was plenty of girl-on-girl smooching going on by the time that Iris got Gavin moving again.

“All right!” Deciding that her break was over, Valentina put her hands on her hips and thrust out her titanic chest, “The show’s over. Anyone who wants to stay had better…”

The sensation of a pair of dainty hands being planted on her buttocks and a nimble tongue dancing across her ringpiece caused Valentina’s voice to trail off. Her heavy, perfect tits swinging through the air as she twisted her body to look behind her, the blonde bouncer could see over her shoulder a head of red hair mashed in between the top of her asscheeks, and chewed her lips when Jeanne speared the tip of her tongue through her sphincter.

“N-nasty slut!” Crying out as her pussy started to juice harder, Valentina mashed her ass back further against Jeanne’s face, and started grinding one hand against her slippery slit.

“It doesn’t look that way from over here!” Amathea said from over in her seat, “But if any of you ladies want to buy a drink or rent yourselves a big cock or a wet little pussy...”

“Anyone following us?” Iris asked with a smile as she led Gavin down the street and away from Amathea’s brothel.

“N-no, don’t think so...” Glancing past his shoulder, Gavin could see that plenty of women were still eyeing him longingly as he departed, but that none of them were making any effort to follow after Iris and him.

“Fuck, I guess I must have scared them off!” Breaking out into a deeply indecent giggle, Iris threw Gavin a sideways look and squeezed his mammoth fuckpiece, “I wanted two dozen sluts as entourage when we walk down the street!”

“Gods, this sexy cock is absolutely huge...” Iris’ voice became softer and fainter as she squeezed Gavin’s member again. A moment later, it let out a long plume of precum that went racing off the street until it hit a sign hanging over the entrance of a bar with enough **** to make it spin round the horizontal mount from which it was hanging.

Underneath the sign, another female bouncer dropped her weapon and let out a cry as she jumped out of the way of what she’d thought was an attack. Then she spotted Gavin, and her disposition changed completely, with one hand quickly slipping down the front of her teeny shorts as she watched him approach.

“I’m naked...” Gavin groaned, as he recognized that the bouncer wasn’t the only woman up ahead staring at him without bothering to hide her lust. In fact, there were already quite a few, and every step forwards seemed to bring the attention of another one.

“Hmm,” Bringing them both to a halt, Iris appeared thoughtful for a second before breaking out into another one of her trademarked filthy smiles as her hands left Gavin’s schlong and instead started sliding across her cum-blasted stomach.

Deftly locating the buckle holding her belt secured round her waspish waist, Iris loosened it, pulled it off her body and held it in one end as she swung it over the shaft of Gavin’s cock, where the buckle led the way down until she could snatch it up with her free hand and thread the other end through. In a matter of seconds, Gavin had thus gone from being naked save for his sandals to having a white belt secured round the base of his cock, the part of it that had managed to fit through the buckle dangling down in front of his balls.

“There, now you’re not naked any more,” Happy at her handiwork, Iris re-established her hold of Gavin’s schlong and began sauntering forwards again.

“Yeah, this is much better,” Gavin muttered, but didn’t protest about his nakedness. Perhaps in a place as crazy as the Kettle, he wouldn’t draw too much attention.

“Ever done something like this before, stud?” Iris asked as they met a party of women exiting an establishment and Gavin felt like the all immediately turned their eyes towards him.

“No,” Gavin wasn’t sure what Iris was referring to, but pretty much everything so far had been completely new to him.

“Well don’t worry, you’re going to be a huge success,” Now Iris gave Gavin’s fuckmast a reassuring little pat, before she paused to moan while leaning forwards and rubbing her thumb against his pisshole, “Whores are going to be so **** for a taste of this monster that they’ll offer to fuck you for free...”

“R-right,” Gavin groaned, as one member of the party that they walked past tugged aside her thong to flash him her pussy, a second yanked down her top to reveal her tits, and a third pressed her tongue up against the inside of her right cheek and pumped her hand sideways in front of her gaping mouth. This time, the bouncer made sure to be in the path of the jet of precum that rushed out of Gavin’s cock, and her lustful scream was bouncing off the buildings as Iris kept Gavin moving along.

“Which is why we’re taking the short walk back to my hotel, instead of the long one,” Iris explained as the bouncer found herself surrounded by volunteers to lick the prejizz off her, marking the start of a public, all-girl orgy that would continue long after Iris and Gavin had moved on, “Not that I don’t want to show you off to the whole Kettle...”

“Hotel?” Still trying to deal with his new circumstances, Gavin jumped on the one thing had mentioned that was least likely to result in her unleashing a barrage of verbal filth that would push him closer to fucking her right out there in street.

“Yes,” As they rounded a street corner and brought them closest to it on the other side to a complete halt, Iris pretended not to notice how more women were now gaping at Gavin’s sixteen-inch pussy-pleaser, “Some useful advice. It might not sound glamorous, but it’s always a good idea to do a few jobs for someone who owns a fancy hotel.”

“Course, in your case, if it’s a woman, all you probably have to do is show up and point this beautiful thing at her...” Slipping a couple paces ahead of Gavin, Iris caught the bridge of skin anchoring his foreskin to the underside of his cockend between her thumb and her index finger and rubbed them together.

Gavin just groaned and had his precum wash over Iris’ fingers and down the back of her hand, before she switched back to stroking the shaft of his prick and went relatively silent – save for the odd lustful moan or horny whimper – as she guided him down several more crowded streets lined with brothels, bars, clubs and whatnot, all of which quite obviously catered to the kind of people who’d visit the Kettle. And down every street, people parted to get out of their ways, with Gavin receiving several invites and propositions so filthy and lewd that his ears would have burnt red if not for so much blood already having flowed to his crotch.

“Oh look, tourists!” Iris eventually let out, her voice dripping with glee, and Gavin followed her gaze even as she swung his cock slightly towards her left. Standing outside a bar and looking like they were discussing where to go next were six beautiful, buxom women, none of which looked older than twenty. Anywhere else, their outfits – with their short skirts and low – cut tops or form-fitting dresses – would have been pretty daring, but in the Kettle they stood out through their relative modesty.

“Hey girls!” Iris cried out, and pulled Gavin’s foreskin back as if she was loading a crossbow, “Start dressing like sluts, and you might catch a stud like this!”

As one, the half-dozen young beauties dropped their jaws and had their eyes go wide as they looked first at the cum-drenched Iris, then at the colossal pillar of man-meat sticking out far, far in front of her.

Happy that she had their attention, Iris pumped Gavin’s cock once to make him release a high-velocity jet of precum, then turned it a little further right, pumped it again, and kept going, coaxing six big blasts of clear fluids from him and having one smack down on each and everyone of the young women.

“If you can, make sure to get an invitation to Lady Grifoen’s next party, girls!” Iris urged the cock-shocked women as she and Gavin walked past them, with none of them capable of saying anything in response, although there was plenty of awed moaning and gasping going on.

“Isabelle loves pussy almost as much as she does cock, you see,” Iris told Gavin as they rounded another corner, and got a nod from him in return a few seconds before the façade of a nearby building took a direct hit of precum.

Images of the achingly beautiful Lady Grifoen burying her face in Iris’ pussy played before Gavin’s inner eye, and his cock jumped straight out of Iris’ grasp, not that its girth would ever allow her to get anything more than a tentative hold of it.

“What, no blast of… Fuck!” Iris’ teasing was abruptly ended by the geyser of fluid that spewed from Gavin’s pulsing, bucking fuckpiece to go flying down the length of the street and dousing two scantily clad sluts making out in one corner just ahead of the next intersection. It wasn’t until it had hit them that Iris realized that Gavin wasn’t pumping out precum, but jizz.

“Gods!” Iris cried out, as did the two sluts, who took another blast from Gavin. By the time the third rained down on them, they’d started tearing each other’s clothes. By the fifth, they were naked and on their knees.

“Lady Grifoen’s mansion, ladies,” Iris informed the pair of babes as she watched Gavin stop in front of them and keep hosing them down, delivering her lines in between the sound of her lover’s seed washing over their curvy, top-heavy bodies, “Tell the guards a monstercock stud named Gavin owes you both a long, hard fucking.”

“How many sexy sluts have we got lined up and **** to get a piece of this by now,” Placing both her hands on Gavin’s schlong and bringing them together to shore up her hold of it, Iris started jacking him while she could sense his beefy balls continuing to pound between his legs as vast plumes of jizz rose up through his member and exploded out of his cumhole, “Twelve?”

Gavin groaned hard and kept cumming. It took until after his cumshot was over and they’d started moving again before he threw a glance over his shoulder and felt his still-hard cock twitch at the sight of the two women on their knees, licking his cum off each other’s body while each slut had a couple of fingers at least up her counterpart’s dripping pussy.

Eventually, the pair reached one of the old gates leading past the wall surrounding the Kettle, and it was only a few hundred yards from there before Iris stopped in front of an impressive five-storey stone building that looked like it had been there for a long time, but had always been looked after.

“So, your room?” Gavin asked as they entered an opulent lobby. To Gavin, who still had to get head round what happened during their walk, the fact that it was almost completely devoid of people was very much appreciated.

“I need my key first,” Iris replied, and steered Gavin off towards the nearby reception, then flashed him a naughty grin, “With the outfits I go out in, it’s best to leave it here.”

“Right.”

“I did try carrying it in a hollowed-out dildo,” Iris went on, and traced one finger up the length of the especially thick dorsal vein of Gavin’s fuckpiece, “But every time I pulled it out of my ass for a good, hard fucking, I just forgot about it afterwards...”

Not a sound left Gavin’s mouth, and the front of the reception was rocked by the impact of the jet of precum that he produced.

Manning the reception was a very pretty and rather short brunette clad in a dark green corset with gold embroidery and dark blue lacing running up the front. While she was clearly below average in height, the pair of massive knockers that exploded out from her chest meant that she’d be distinctly above average if all women in Tharros were to simultaneously lie down on their backs.

The reception kept eyeing Gavin’s cock, and when Iris and he stepped up in front of the reception, the brunette’s gaze dipped down past her tits. Looking down, Gavin realized why. Like the babe manning it, the front desk of the reception really wasn’t very tall at all, which meant that his stiff, precum-drooling cock spanned across its width and had its purple head almost touching against the top of the brunette’s flat stomach.

Without a word, the brunette took a long step back and stooped forwards, a soft, lustful moan being the only sound that she produced before wrapping her lips round the tip of Gavin’s cockhead, at which point she unleashed a long, pleasured hum.

Sighing as if having the receptionist suck cock instead of servicing her was a minor inconvenience, Iris slipped away from Gavin’s side and sauntered in behind the reception. Quickly retrieving a key from the wall, she turned round and eyed up the brunette’s heart-shaped rear. Then she made her moan hard round the crown of Gavin’s cock and slide her lips a little further onto it by burying one hand down her thong.

“Don’t worry, Darinna, I’m sure we’ll order room service later,” Iris told the brunette, right before her flicking of her clit made the short, stacked minx go off and her clear juices spray out round the thin front of her thong.

“Then you can come up and lick my ass while he fucks yours,” Continuing on, Iris rubbed two of her now wet digits against Darinna’s asshole before pulling out her hand and coming back out from behind the desk.

“Ready, stud?” Smiling as she stepped up next to Gavin again, the cum-faced Iris offered him a smile and put one hand back on his cock.

“Uh...” Gavin groaned, and nodded towards the brunette still slurping away on his cockhead.