Zalah gets out

Jaws dropped open all around the club. Even Perrima was dumbfounded, staring agog at what was happening onstage. The cube was brimful with a sticky sea of cum, a swirling, opaque mass of gelatinous fluids. Inside the container, the indistinct outline of Zalah’s form could be seen completely submerged under the slimy mess of ejaculate.

Two men quickly withdrew themselves from the holes they were serving in the side of the container and unleashed the coupling on the clear hatch through which Zalah had first gone into the cube. With a couple of swift twists at the latches, the gate swung open, springing outwards from the **** of the volume of jizz inside the container. A smooth wave of liquid spewed out of the aperture, cascading out of the confines of the box and splashing out onto the front of the stage like a wave breaching a sandy coastline.

A spluttering gasp could be heard emerging from the inside of the cube as Zalah took a gulp of air. Spluttering, she emerged from the container, first extending a long leg and planting it on the stage. The men on each side of her took her arms and hauled her out of the glass box, pulling her up so she could stand in front of her audience.

The blonde cumslut was utterly drenched. When balanced steadily on her high heels, the men released her and she stood and posed in front of the astonished crowd, putting her hands on her hips. There was no place on her glorious body that didn’t shine in the lights of the stage with sticky cum. She looked as though she was melting, the molten ropes of sperm dripping from her every curve. The only feature of her face that could be seem was the immense smile that she wore, and even that was obscured by the intermittent waves of jizz that slid from her face. Droplets extended in glistening string and dripped from every inch of her succulent skin.

‘Well,’ said Zalah, finally, ‘do I pass the test?’

Tymon smiled, as around him, the waiters that had been providing Zalah with their creamy ejaculate busied themselves with moving the cumstained cube offstage and sluicing the pungent deposits of semen from the floor with mops and buckets.

‘I think we can all welcome out newest member to our little society,’ he said, leading the applause of the congregation.

At this, the hushed silence in the room was shattered as the collection of women in the club cheered, clapped and whistled. Zalah made her way offstage, a walking monument to cum. She made her way over to Perrima’s table, where the busty herbalist, along with Elissa and Zoelle, were waiting.

‘How do you like my new outfit?’ the foxy slut asked them all, mischievously.

Zoelle didn’t even reply, leaning forwards unhesitantly and burying her face in Zalah’s slick, hard belly, slurping the semen from her abdomen with loud smacking sounds. Zalah giggled.

‘Hungry, were we?’ she said.