Blown on the balcony

‘You made me very sticky last night,’ said Malouda, all the while slowly jerking Dareios with her fist clenched around his rapidly ballooning cock. ‘When I got home from the evening’s excesses, I caught sight of myself in the mirror in the hallway.’

‘Did you like what you saw?’

‘I didn’t recognise myself,’ grinned Malouda, half at the memory of seeing herself utterly cumfaced and half at the extent to which Dareios’ cock was extending itself, now pressing against the pattern of the tattoo on her taught belly. ‘I was fucking drenched. My eyes were plastered near-shut, my hair was laced with thick dollops of cream, and I had gobs of cum dripping off my chin.’

‘You bid enough for me. I wanted to make sure you got your money’s worth,’ said Dareios, with a slight wince and a sharp intake of breath as Malouda started to expertly wring his cock with a two handed grip.

‘I still need to tip you,’ said Malouda, ‘for satisfaction’s sake. People have been waiting to see me get fucked for a while here now. I like to tease the local townsfolk a little bit, to show off what I’ve got, but I never thought I’d behave like a common slut for their edification. They liked what they saw…’

Malouda nodded her head to the side and indicated the street facing the balcony, where already a crowd of two-dozen townspeople had gathered, standing and watching the pair.

‘As long as you’re around here, I’m going to decorate myself in your cum and go around like that. That should show Catalin and Wynne who’s top slut around here.’

With that, Malouda got on her knees in front of Dareios and started to blow him slowly, her mouth opened wide to engulf the now pre-cum drenched tip of his heavy cock. She moved her head back and forwards as she went, devouring more and more of the slick shaft inside her ravenous gullet, occasionally pulling it out all the way to lick the bulbous head ostentatiously as if savouring the taste of an inordinately meaty lollipop, which in fact she was.

Malouda’s hands weren’t idle, and one was wrapped around the base of Dareios’ shaft, massaging the heavy trunk of the vein-corded length, the other probing the hulking warrior’s ass crack. If was this that made Dareios groan. Looking down, he could see Malouda’s glossy tresses and her nasty eyes staring wantonly up at him.

Finally releasing her suckling lips, Malouda arched her back and allowed Dareios to plant his rigid, saliva-drenched tool in her busty cleavage, and the large warrior slapped the weighty cock between her gorgeous brown orbs. Malouda brought her hands to each side of her massive tits, her chest thrusting out the hemispherical globes as a ribbon of disgorged saliva escaped from her sopping maw.

‘Do whatever you want to do to make me a slut…’ said Malouda, encouragingly.