visitors

"Umm... daddy? I kind of also have another thing that needs doing today."
"What's that?"
"Have you noticed anything different about me?"
Father looked me over, taking in my nude form properly, now that he wasn't focused on lovemaking.
"Wow, your chest has grown a lot. How did that happen?"
Not wanting to tell him about my deal with Lilith, I made some excuse about having a growth spurt after yesterday's fun.
"But anyways, I think I need to summon a tailor. And I was thinking that now that I'm grown, I should have more interesting clothes..."
Daddy approved, sent a runner into town to get a tailor here pronto, and promised to pay for my new clothes. The consortium would probably not be here until later today anyway, so some kind of measuring and fitting should be possible before that.
I had breakfast, complete with the cook's jizz, while waiting.

The tailor was an elderly man, and while measuring me (after I'd taken off my nightshift) he took every chance to grope and touch me, and even more so when I described what clothing I desired. My description of thin clothing, accentuating by boobs, and barely covering any of my thighs. Basically, what I was describing was streetwhore clothing, though of finer cuts and materials, and it was turning him on even more. I, of course, rubbed up against him at every opportunity, and after measuring my boobs for the fifth time, I got my reward as he bent me over a table. He wasn't great, and didn't last long, but my pussy was aching for action, and his throbbing dick gave at least a bit of relief.

"It will take some time to finish these, madam, but I will make it a priority", he said , after releasing his seed in me. "I'll send a message when I have something. Good day to you." He wiped his dick on my discarded nightshift, and left. I ordered a bath drawn, and cleaned up. I of course left the door slightly ajar while I was cleaning up, but nobody took advantage of that, sadly. Afterwards, I dressed in a short dress that didn't quite fit anymore over the chest. As I was dressing, a servant entered to tell me that the guests had arrived, and were being shown their quarters, and that the negotiations were to start in an hour.

I spent the rest of the day teasing them, while they were discussing some kind of exemptions from a toll for whatever their wares were. I didn't really listen, and after I'd made sure to "accidentally" flash my boobs at them a couple of times, or leaned closer than appropriate when pouring them drinks, maybe brushing my hand close to their crotches once or twice, neither did the traders. Despite my father's hospitality and invitation that everyone here at the castle were at the guests' beck and call if they needed or wanted anything, none of them dared openly touch the lord's daughter back, though I could see that they wanted to. Well, that is not entirely true. A couple of them were letting their hands explore up my thighs, or let their hands and gaze linger at my breasts. It was fun, but I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, wanting far more than this secret petting. As the talks continued past dinner, and I at one time or another had insinuated to all five of the guests that they would be welcome in my bedchamber tonight, I couldn't take it anymore. I put myself in my father's lap, showing him what I hoped would be seen as ordinary daughter's affection, and whispered to him that I needed a cock after all this teasing. Daddy had surely anticipated this, as he without interrupting what he was saying pulled out his cock.

As this had to stay a secret (my father's policies of promiscuity were well-known, but if the wrong people learned that they extended into **** as well, things could easily take a turn for the worse) we couldn't enjoy ourselves as much as we might otherwise. I had to grind against him slowly, not taking him as deep as I would have wanted, and we both had to hold any moans or noises we might otherwise have just let out. Even so, it was exhilarating. I am not completely sure we managed to fool the traders, but none of them said anything, and eventually they finished for the night.

That night I had a lot of fun, both sexually, as all five of our guests did actually come at one time or another, but also humourously, as the way they all started to stutter and blush when they realized that they were not the sole target of my affection. The first one was really eager, arriving at my chambers almost the minute I'd bid them good night, and I was riding him when there was another knock at my door. My current lover froze in panic, as I called for whoever was outside to please come on in. He did so, taking in the scene, and started making excuses for himself when he saw that I was already fucking his colleague.
"Shhh", I said, motioning him closer. "I think your friend is almost done, and then you will have my undivided attention. Unless, of course, you'd rather share? Anyways, my bed is big, there is room for you on here."

The scene more or less repeated during the night, with the guests coming and going. At one point a guardsman patrolling the halls entered to see what was going on came as well, and joined in for a quickie before resuming his duties. All in all, I had plenty of fun, our guests felt very welcome indeed, and had other things to occupy their minds so they didn't mind signing a deal in my father's favour.