Emmanuella gets brought down a peg or two

The Countess was quite a sight on her knees in front of Hudds and the young watchman was pleased with what was, if not quite his handiwork, then his cockiwork. She was still wearing the fluffy stiletto slippers she had on when he and Redmond had entered the room, only now she was kneeling on the dais, her knees submerged in an inch-thick puddle of semen. The rest of her tanned, slender thighs were relatively clean, but her torso was running with cum.

Mostly, thick trails of semen were cascading down her flat and sculptured belly to course off in gooey ropes from the jewelled piercing in her clit, but her massive, jutting tits were made all the more appealing, the huge mounds plastered in cum. Emmanuella’s hands were resting on her hips which perhaps signified that she had regained some of her aloofness, but she made absolutely no attempt to wipe the thick glazing of semen out of her eyes.

‘Look at me when I’m talking to you,’ Hudds joked to the blinded Countess, ‘do you want this in your ass?’

The countess nodded. A dollop of cum plopped from her chin.

Hudds sent his cock forwards so that it smacked against her chest with a wet slap. The thick tube of meat nearly winded the Countess as the heavy weight thumped between her boobs. Instinctively, the Countess raised her hands to the sides of her tits and pressed them against the stiff rod, coating the vein-ripped surface of the pulsating fucktube with the deposits it had just released all over them. Hudds began to thrust back and forth, pumping the iron-hard length through the aristocrat’s monumental cleavage, fucking her perfect jugs with the vigour they deserved.

Redmond and Delta watched, impressed; Redmond because he hadn’t seen this side to the young undersergeant before, Delta because she hadn’t seen anyone dominate the Countess like it before. Emmanuella was pressing her tits together very firmly so that the enormous, solid globes clasped tightly around the immense length that pumped through them, the monstrous purple helmet shooting through the snug tunnel to rear up in her face. She could smell the pungent reserves of cum ready for her in the deepest chambers of the cum-cannon and revelled in the musky scent of the cum-lubricated log as it pistoned up and down through her cleavage.

Presently, Hudds whipped his thick cock from inbetween the countesses’ succulent tits and span her around so that she grasped the top of one of the black tables for support. Hudds smacked her protruding ass, noticing how firm it was, and marvelling at the perfect proportions of her heart-shaped ass before introducing the enormous head of his bulging, cumslick member to the puckered ring of her anal passage.

Emmanuella whimpered as Hudds teased her for a while, snaking the blunt head of his cock against her pussy lips and asshole before spanking the thick veiny tool against her delectable buttocks.

Behind the pair, Redmond and Delta watched with interest. The drooling helmet of Hudds’ dick looked to be about half the size of the Countesses’ immaculate gluteal muscles, and Redmond for his part was interested in seeing the effect of pushing it up Emmanuella’s puckered rosebud of an asshole.

He needn’t have worried unduly. With firmness, Hudds drove the massive head of his gargantuan cock into the most prized asshole for hundreds of miles around. Redmond hoped her scream of immediate orgasm didn’t attract attention, firstly, because he wasn’t sure how he would explain the situation, and secondly because it could potentially interrupt an ass reaming the like of which Emmanuella would never forget.