Riolta gets dressed

Holsten was now laying back on the bed, absolutely spent, his body glistening with beads of sweat all over, the young man utterly dazed and staring up at the ceiling, his legs trailing off the side of the mattress and his long member poking off the end as well, the juicy, pulsing cumstaff glistening with gobs of semen all along the length, with a long, thick thread of cum oozing from the tip.

‘Who were those two sluts?’ said Riolta as she sauntered from the balcony back into the room where Holsten had collapsed, ignoring but secretly pleased at the polite ripple of applause that followed her inside.

‘What sluts?’ said Holsten.

‘On the patio downstairs,’ Riolta informed him, ‘very elegantly dressed and similar looking. Noble types. Or at least,’ said Riolta after a subsequent moment of reflection, ‘they were elegantly dressed. Both of them are wearing your cum and they messed each other up making a grab at their clothes.’

‘You’re kidding!’ exclaimed Holsten, suddenly finding the energy to prop himself up on his elbows to look at Riolta disbelievingly, ‘a mother and daughter?’

‘Looked like it,’ said Riolta with an intrigued smile, ‘both sitting there eating together. Who did you think I was swapping your cum with?’

‘I didn’t see…’ said Holsten, collapsing back onto the mattress, the rope of cum that was still dripping from his cockend breaking off into a long droplet and smacking against the floor, ‘I was concentrating on you.’

‘How sweet,’ said Riolta, ‘but seriously, were they anyone?’

‘From your description it sounds like the Countess Varga and her daughter Lena. They’re staying in the largest suite in the west wing of the hotel. Some of the staff had suspected they’re a bit kinky but we really had no idea it ran to that.’

‘Oh, they’re kinky,’ agreed Riolta, crossing the room and making it over to the bathroom. Standing on the threshold, she paused and posed, with her hands resting on their knuckles on her hips, both legs straight, her face, hair, tits, shoulders, collarbones all decorated in shiny cum that was oozing off her very slowly.

‘Take a last look,’ she said, ‘before I get changed.’

Holsten was speechless. Smiling, Riolta disrobed in front of the young man, peeling off each article of her outfit and depositing it at her feet.

‘So maybe you should pay the Countess and her daughter a visit,’ suggested the archeress.

‘If I don’t get sacked first,’ said Holsten, ‘for cavorting on the balcony with a guest.’

‘Oh, I don’t think you’ll get sacked, Holsten,’ smiled Riolta. ‘I’ll have a word with the manager. I’ll explain it.’

‘You’d do that?’

‘Oh yes, Holsten. I can be very persuasive.’

‘I don’t doubt it.’

‘You know, you absolutely destroyed my face,’ remarked Riolta offhandedly, peering into the bathroom mirror and surveying that way that Holsten’s semen was caked all over it, with an accumulation of gooey stripes glued haphazardly all over it, cum dripping from her eyelashes, her chin and having settled in her black tresses. ‘You can come and give me room service any time. That thing that you have between your legs there is a fucking cannon.’

‘Thank you,’ said Holsten.

‘Nooooo, sweetie, thank you…’ said Riolta, washing Holsten’s semen from her face and tits. ‘Now if you don’t mind, I need to pick out another outfit, because you totally ruined my last one…’

With that, Riolta crosses back from the bathroom back into the main room, giving Holsten a splendid view of her stupendous body, entirely unencumbered by clothes, the gorgeous, monumentally stacked archeress, crossing the floor and stalking over to her wardrobe, the doors of which she threw open with aplomb.

After a fair amount of searching around, Riolta finally selected what she wanted, and withdrew a piece of black, shiny material that didn’t look like much to Holsten when she held it in her hand. It turned out to be a dress, and as much as Holsten didn’t like to see Riolta’s magnificent body disappearing behind clothes, he was equally curious to see what she would look like with this outfit on.

Riolta poured herself into the dress, and with a lot of sinuous winding, was shortly able to stand front of Holsten and once again place her hands on her hips.

‘What do you think?’

The dress was one-piece and made throughout with a shiny black material that clung to her body tightly. It was possibly the least revealing outfit in her wardrobe at first glance, but predictably, closer examination disallowed this assumption. The dress was composed of two straps that went over her shoulders which went into a plunging neckline that dived into Riolta’s cleavage, with the whole amount of the archeresses’ enormous rack on display, both inner halves of the stacked brunette’s tits fully exposed. The bronzed orbs sat high and firm as they projected out of her chest, at all times the massive globes holding the same, spherical form. Around Riolta’s midsection the dress tightened, a small section wrapped in skintight fashion around her stomach, and Holsten fancied that he could see the definition of the gorgeous slut’s tight abdominal muscles beneath. The lower half of the dress was composed of a floor-length skirt made of the same shiny black material. There was a slit in the middle of the skirt section that went all the way to the top of her thighs, so that most of the inner parts of Riolta’s smooth, long, taut legs could be observed through the slit. The skirt section was flush to Riolta’s flesh, skintight against her ass and legs, giving her a supremely curvy hourglass silhouette, and was slightly flared at the bottom in order to allow for movement.

Naturally, Riolta was perched on a pair of tall black shiny platform shoes with stiletto heels. As she walked a few steps and then twirled for him, Holsten was captivated by the way that the tight dress showed off the succulent curves of her gorgeous ass, encasing the slut’s juicy booty at all times in the shiny material. Suddenly, arching her back a little, Riolta took hold of the flaps of the shirt in her hands and whisked them back behind her, draping the material over her ass behind her and revealing her bald pussy. The split skirt in fact went all the way up to the juncture at the top of her thighs.

Holsten, once again, was speechless.

‘Don’t get any ideas,’ said Riolta, ‘this time I really must leave. Get dressed, because I’m leaving in thirty seconds.’