Dareios and the ladies of Kirk

‘You, harlot,” Malouda said to Jalee, suddenly standing from her seat.

Jalee stopped counting the bidding on Vanya momentarily and looked at the first Lady of Kirk. ‘Yes, Miss Malouda?’

Malouda’s eyes gleamed with lust almost as brightly at the creamy deposits of Dareios’ cum stood out on her face. A long rope of spunk was slowly developing, dripping pendulously from her chin. When she spoke, it jiggled almost comically.

‘I’ll give you ten gold crowns for the next cumshot your divine stud can muster.’

At this, Catalin, on her left, stood up. Her tits, decorously plastered with Dareios’ issue, shone in the lamplight. ‘I’ll give you twenty,” she announced.

On cue, Wynne rose from her seat, cum still oozing down her midriff and the valley between her tits. “Thirty!” she said.

‘Thirty gold crowns for a single cumshot?’ Jalee said in disbelief, looking at the three woman and then as Dareios in astonishment.

‘Ok,’ said Malouda, possibly taking Jalee’s statement entirely wrong and assuming she would have to up the stakes. By this time the string of cum had attenuated and was hanging between her tits, swinging precariously. ‘I’ll give you forty.’

‘Fifty,’ said Catalin immediately.

‘Sixty,’ responded Wynne.

Dareios, still fucking Vanya’s tight ass, was hardly in a mind to keep an ear tuned to the bargaining but he knew that he might not be able to last much longer, and then the opportunity would be lost. Whether the women were really bartering about class status or they all really wanted a second blast of cum was immaterial.

‘Tell you what,’ he grunted, getting the attention of the three cumsplashed sluts standing in the first row, ‘pool your resources. For an even two-hundred I’ll give you all one to remember. There’s plenty to go around.’

Malouda’s eyes lit up, her lips curving into a wicked smile, the long rope of cum finally dripping off the end of her chin.

‘Deal,’ she said.

At this, Malouda, Wynne and Catalin wiggled their way up onto the stage, where Dareios had commenced pounding the shrieking Vanya with even more intensity.

‘Kneel,’ Dareios told them, which they obediently did, onstage.

Then, pulling his engorged tool from the tight depths of Vanya’s asshole, he paused, about two feet away from the three gorgeous babes looking adoringly up at him, and, with a quick twist of his cum-cannon, released a succession of creamy blasts into their willing, waiting faces, jetting rope after rope of hot spunk all over them.

Huge bolts pistoned into Malouda’s face, plastering her ravenous, adoring eyes closed and once again landing in her black hair, streaking it with gooey white strands. Catalin tried to catch the jets directed at her on her tongue but soon had her mouth entirely filled with semen and decided to let it drool out all over her lower lip, pausing only to collect a white, frothy, bubbling load of cum, tilt Malouda’s chin towards her and spit the bubbly, coagulated concoction directly in her face, making Malouda, who hadn’t seen her do it, squeal in delight.

Meanwhile Wynne was pulling the strands that had been pumped on her face, and was playing with the sticky load with her fingers, sucking the sticky web back into her mouth and breathing it out again in a conflation of expanding bubbles.

From underneath the mess of cum, Malouda announced in a low, sexy voice, 'I've got money to burn tonight...'