She takes it in stride

Having at first seated herself at her own table, Zoelle now rose up once more and crossed the room once more, this time steering her way towards Zalah’s old table, the long-haired blonde’s legs flexing their subtle muscles with each long stride that she took.

Normally, a woman as beautiful as Zoelle crossing a room in the nude would have caused everyone present to turn their heads and follow her path, but since they were all naked and in the same league as her, virtually no one moved their eyes from the caged initiate up on stage.

“Well well, look what the cat dragged in,” Perrima grinned as Zoelle seated herself in Zalah’s chair, now folding one of her long legs over the other, “the luckiest she-devil here.”

“Cum now, Perrima,” Zoelle responded, with an ironic smirk, “I’m certain that Tymon would just have readily brought you up on stage, if you had only featured him in a few more of your paintings.”

“And when would I have had the time to do that?” Perrima responded, “You’re hiring me to paint your orgies every other week.”

“Certainly,” Elissa cut in, having taken swallowed down the last of the cum which her chalice had contained, “you would finish those much faster if you hadn’t been in the habit of joining in on the orgies.” With a nonchalant wave of her hand, Elissa caught the attention of one of the few waiters not currently up on stage.

“So, will your friend pass through the initiation?” Zoelle asked Perrima.

“Why don’t you turn your head to the stage and find out?” Perrima replied.

Inside of her glass cage, Zalah was currently presented with eight cocks, all of them long and hard enough to fill her pussy or ass up nicely, but with Tymon’s gargantuan tool besting the others by at least two inches of thick cockmeat that was corded with large veins.

It had been a while since Zalah last saw a cock that big, particularly on a human, and so she was more than a little eager to take it inside of her.

But just as she was about to manoeuvre her voluptuous body around inside the small space so that to face away from Tymon’s monstrous prick, another large slab of hard meat came spearing down from above, just a few inches from hitting her on the nose.

Turning her gaze upwards, Zalah could see that two men had, whilst she had been transfixed by the vast array of cocks being thrust at her through the narrow holes in the glass, climbed up onto the top of the cube and made use of the holes located there to press their cocks down.

The two men were both of them dark and muscular, one of them bordering on being coloured like charcoal, the pink tip of his cock being the only thing breaking the otherwise monotone blackness of his appearance, and it was also particularly juicy and thick.

The low ceiling and the heels of Zalah’s shoes did not help her move around in the cube, but she nonetheless managed to turn around and raise her as high enough so that the narrow cleft between her buttocks rubbed against the sensitive end of Tymon’s dick, the hunk extraordinaire enjoying the silky sensation of his massive cockhead being exposed to the soft skin of Zalah’s ass.

Tymon’s enjoyment was heightened further when the buxom slut in the cube used one of her hands to guide the massive cum-tube up to her rectum, exposed by Zalah parting her legs further, then pushing herself backwards in a move which caused the head of Tymon’s cock and the top few inches of the trunk to spear past her sphincter, the intrusion being accompanied by a squishing noise as the wet cock started to disappear up Zalah’s bunghole.

“Oh my, that friend of yours doesn’t fuck about, does she?” Zoelle remarked approvingly in regards to Zalah’s handling of Tymon’s cock.

“Not her style.” Perrima responded, her gaze fully on the stage, while her right hand was clasped around the pillar of cock-meat presented to her by the waiter which Elissa had called on, the brunette ex-concubine holding her chalice under the man’s mushroom-shaped cock-end.

Zalah, after having accommodated the top half of Tymon’s cock inside of her anus in one swift move, now set out to catch the dark cock dangling in front of her with her mouth.

Upon doing so, she savoured the sleek surface of it and the unusually sweet taste of the juices oozing through its pores.

Straightening her back at the same time as driving her ass towards the glass-walls, Zalah took in more and more of the two cocks, savouring the taste of the black man’s pre-cum trickling into her mouth and the stretching feel of Tymon’s cock being speared further and further into her asshole.

One side of the cube lacked the holes of the others, and it was this side that was turned towards the observing women, allowing them to cock their eyebrows and sound their approval when Zalah, not content with merely using her mouth and asshole, grabbed a stiff cock in each hand and started jerking them, one to her left and one being the second one hanging down from above.

As for the remaining men, these used the leather-coating of the holes, a coating which was filled with a soft fluid which prevented them from cutting their most valued organs on the glass, as make-shift pussies, pummelling their hard appendages in and out through the leather rings.

Swirling her tongue against the prick in her mouth, Zalah could hear little else than the smacking noises of balls and muscles hitting glass as the men began to work their way towards ejaculating into the cube.

Hoping that she wouldn’t be let out until the cum had risen all the way up to the ceiling, Zalah doubled the pace of her thrusts against Tymon’s fat dick.