Socializing

Sven stood at the helm of his unique vessel, his rough hands resting on the rudder, manipulating it slightly ever so often as to gently manoeuvre it out into the bay.
Stepping into the cabin behind Sven was Jannike, one of the ship’s two female crew-members, carrying a cup of tea with her for her captain to drink.

Unlike Bellara, the other woman serving aboard the ship as a maid and whatever else that Sven could think off, who was a dusky beauty with raven-black that reached all the way down to her ass, Jannike was a blonde, although she and Bellara had similar builds; fit young bodies with subtle but hard muscles, heart-shaped asses with tight anuses which it felt heavenly to shove your cock into, long, toned legs and huge, perfectly rounded tits, although Jannike’s pair were slightly perkier.

Sven had received the two women as payment by an exiled duke, who had little cash but plenty of possessions, for having staged a pleasure cruise for him and his guests. Since dwarfish society was a ****-less one, Sven had little understanding of or sympathy that particular institution, and so he had released the two women and instead employed them to work as maids and concubines to him and the Voltsvaghn’s second male crew-member, a tall human named Theodore, who was one of the few humans who was both strong and bright enough to keep check on the complex machinery that made the ship move.

Dressed in her uniform; white platform shoes, white stockings and a white apron that just barely reached down long enough to cover her pussy, the bronzed vixen, her looks bearing the youthful qualities of a woman that was still four months short of her twentieth birthday, offered Sven his drink, bending down to allow him to see her dark nipples under the apron.

“Ah, thank you my dear,” Sven said as he grabbed the cup, his eyes glancing at Jannike’s rock-hard nipples, “how are our guests?”
“Fine,” Jannike responded, “the guests are just about to meet the whores, and Lady Emmanuella is just finishing getting dressed, and wished me to send you her thanks for lending her me and Bellara to help her get dressed.”
“Hah,” Sven grinned lecherously, “she held the two of you in her suite for over an hour, and I hardly think that she’s wearing that much clothing anyways.”
“Do you want me to tell you what she had us do to her?” Jannike asked, sporting a naughty, suggestive smile.
“Later,” Sven said, “for I fear that if you were to tell me about it before we’ve cleared the harbour, I’d embarrass myself through ship-wrecking us all.”

Out on the aft-deck, Karra and her new colleagues were all busy sipping down their drinks, even the young Amazon consuming the alcoholic beverages with professional moderation, and awaiting the appearance of their clients.
Just as Miele was telling Karra an account of a particularly depraved evening that she had experienced on the job, Delta appeared once more, stepping out onto the deck and standing next to the door.

The bra, the stockings and the platform heels were all the same as before, but now the hand maid had donned a pair of panties. This change of costume was apparently not done out of modesty, for the thong which Delta had put on was little more than a connected pair of black straps, with a small, transparent triangle at the front, against which the base of the studded white dildo that was currently lodged inside her pussy was resting, causing the straps of the thong to stretch so that they looked ready to snap at any second, and leaving her stuffed, wet pussy completely visible to all the eight whores.
Now the guests, which were six in number, five male and one female, entered the deck.

The female whom had received an invitation from Countess Emmanuella was none other than Perrima, one of Tharros’ most accomplished herbalists, who had also been paid a princely sum in return for her supplying the male guests with a case that was packed full with potions, ointments and powders, all of which was designed to improve their sexual performance in one way or the other.
A buxom redhead with a body which’s fitness she viewed with pride, Perrima was currently dressed in a sky-blue sash around her waist, leaving her bald pussy bared, and white stiletto-heels. Rather than to wear anything to cover her round, full breasts, Perrima had adorned them with a thin ring that sat snugly around each nipple, and from both of which a tear-drop emerald was dangling in a short golden chain. In her hands, she carried the case in which the enhancing **** were kept.
After Perrima came the male guests.

The first looked as though he was a taller cousin of Zdenyek and Sven, standing well over six feet and with a stocky, muscular frame, thick grey hair that reached down to his shoulders and a beard. Naked from the waist up, the man wore very little below it as well.
His balls were large and fully visible, dangling behind the black silk cone which was pulled over his swinging cock.

Walking side by side with the bearded man was a taller but leaner man, dressed in grey robe that reached all the way down to his ankles. This man was darker in his complexion, and had short-cropped black hair and a neatly trimmed beard.

The third man was perhaps the tallest of the bunch, with a build that was less stocky but every bit as muscular as the first man, and a richly tanned body that carried several scars, implying that he had seen quite a lot of combat, and completely hairless. Since he had not bothered with wearing any clothes at all, it was easy to spot that even his genital area was bald.

Fourthly, there was a man who was slightly shorter and slimmer, but substantially darker than the rest, with a rug of black hair on his head and a black strap that went down from a c-shaped ring through his bellybutton to form a ring around his cock, just behind its large head.
The final male guest was tall and slim, albeit in fit condition, and completely naked save for the thick black paint that was administered onto his body in odd, twisting patterns, and onto which a golden dust had been sprinkled.

Scrutinizing the men, Karra saw that of the four who had their cocks more or less exposed, none seemed to less than eleven inches long, all of them having big balls that looked as though they were all filled-up with cum that were to be pumped out of them before the night was over.

Once the guests were all out on deck, Delta cleared her throat and started to speak.
“Ladies, Gentlemen and whores; as is customary and in agreement with established rules of etiquette, My lady Koningswald shall be the first to engage in copulation. Refrain therefore from all activities such as fucking, sodomy or cock-sucking until then.”

There was a disappointed murmur amongst the female whores, but it died down quickly and they began socializing with the guests. Karra found herself talking to the hairless man, who turned out to be an accomplished mercenary captain named Hagen.

Doing her best not to stare at how Hagen’s cock grew to full hardness as the two engaged in some chit-chat, Karra was unable to do so from time to time, and found it harder and harder to keep from grabbing the fat prick and shoving it into her moistening pussy.

Finally, the Voltsvaghn reached the bay, and Countess Emmanuella could make her appearance.