Change of personnel

Odila got on her knees in front of Galashiels. Her face was a mask of pure cum, her eyes sealed closed, and her hair matted all the way through so that it had become a sticky, stiff pure white braid that sat flat against her flesh all the way down her back. Jizz leaked out of the tip, making heavy, grape-sized droplets drip onto the golden cheeks of her rump.

Cum streamed from her lips and nostrils.

Around her, the four whores were still noisily slurping each other’s pussies, their gorgeous bodies entwined, heads hardly visible through being buried inbetween a pair of slender thighs. Each time they moved, cum slithered off their bodies and onto the flagstones. All of their cumpainted bodies blended into the cumslick floor like winter animals in the snow, the girls squealing and sliding around in the thick juice.

Galashiels had, by now, regained some of his composure. His head was clearing, his vision returning, and he finally had a picture of what was going on around him. The area in front of him, ten feet square, was carpeted with his white cream, with hardly a spot of the stones remaining untouched. The five gorgeous sluts in front of him were cloaked in his jizz and playing in it like children in snow.

Around him, the courtyard was a seething sea of lascivious activity. Whores were jerking men off, blowing them, and every so often, more enterprising ones were getting fucked. There were about four-hundred men clustered in the courtyard, perching on the wall and peering down from the balconies of the adjacent buildings, and all of them were mesmerised by the exploits of the whores from Zenobia’s ‘Pussy Parlour’.

Galashiels was baffled, surprised, but ultimately proud of what he had managed to accomplish. He had gone to the ‘Pussy Parlour’ in faint hope of getting even one girl to do his bidding, and was now looking at five world-class harlots doing their utmost to please him and only him.

At this point, a lull in the action, Zenobia reappeared. Wearing nothing other than high-heels, oil making light ripple around her muscular, huge titted body, she once again addressed the crowd.

‘How about that for a first act?’ she shouted to the crowd, who roared appreciatively.

Maxime, Zalah, Odila, Yira and Viveka began to disengage themselves from each other, not always an easy task considering how slick ropes of cum were attaching one girl to the other one.

‘My girls are going to take a break for the meantime to get themselves cleaned up!’

The audience booed at this in pantomine fashion. Some of the boos turned to laughs when they saw Viveka, behind Zenobia, pull off one of her high-heeled thigh length boots with a squelching sound that sounded like fabric tearing, and poured the contents over Yira’s head. Yira shrieked as she was anointed, but did nothing to move out of the way.

‘Fortunately,’ Zenobia continued, ‘my colleagues that you saw earlier have each agreed to donate their very best performers for the next phase of this evening’s entertainment! So here we have, Odessa from the ‘Harlot’s Hole’, Arianne from the ‘Dick Drainer’ and Sierra from ‘TittyKaKa’!’

At this, Zenobia’s staff made their way back into the ‘Pussy Parlour’. The five of them were covered in cum from head to foot and left a thick trail of semen behind them on the flagstones as they went back into the whorehouse to a thunderous crescendo of applause. All of them smiled brightly, blew kisses and waved as they went to get cleaned off.

Replacing them, three new whores came out and greeted the crowd…