Getting dressed

‘Quite the fucking squirter,’ Riolta reflected, smacking her lips noisily to communicate how much she enjoyed gulping down Lena’s tasty, gelatinous ejaculate, droplets of the fluid glistening against her chin, before whipping her hand down swiftly to smack against the young noblewoman’s pert asscheeks. The unyielding buttock hardly jiggled, and Riolta was pleased to discover the solidity of Lena’s muscular glutes, the perfect, bubbly shape firm to the touch, the curvy form of tanned flesh taut and deliciously round.

Lena was still leaning forwards against the door, her longs legs astrew, her body shuddering form the orgasm in little convulsions, the stacked, chestnut-haired noble slut breathing raggedly. Finally, she gathered her wits enough to twist, place her slender back against the door, and look down at Riolta.

The slutty archeress was looking up at Lena with her dark eyes shining, an accompaniment to the glistening ejaculate still clinging to her chin and lips.

‘Yes,’ said Lena, ‘I squirt alright, honey.’

Then, with a deft flick of her wrist, Lena reached her hand down to her moist, throbbing honeypot and twisted her clit swiftly with her thumb and forefinger a few times, surprising Riolta a little as she suddenly elicited yet another small fountain of girlcum to spew from her juicing slit, arc through the air and plaster itself against Riolta’s face. Riolta shrieked in delight as the hot juice splattered against her upturned face, unusually for her, closing her eyes involuntarily at the impromptu sprinkler that spurted from Lena’s pink pussy.

‘Now,’ said Lena, as Riolta observed her from the hallway floor, droplets of cunny juice gleaming in droplets against her eyelashes, ‘are we going to get in the room?’

‘Oh yeah,’ said Riolta.

Lena smiled and turned the key in the lock. Riolta stood and followed the young noblewoman’s swaying ass into the room. The door opened into an opulent state room, not dissimilar to Riolta’s own but rather larger, with two double beds in the main chamber. The whole place was beautifully furnished, as were all rooms in the hotel, though Riolta couldn’t help but notice that several ornaments and other articles were somewhat the worse for wear. A large abstract painting of blue and red pastel paint that stood on the wall over the head of one of the beds was absolutely caked in semen, with four unmistakable streaks of gluey cum smeared from the lower left corner to the right upper pasted on it, with droplets dribbling down from each of the lines.

‘Now that’s not a work I recognise,’ said Riolta gesturing at the painting. ‘Is it the work of an old master?’

Lena smiled cheekily and winked with delight, ‘hardly Riolta. Most like “young stud”. My mum got this one hunky cocksmith so excited he missed her face entirely and added another layer to the painting. Mum wasn’t too mad. She said it improves it.’

‘And who’s this unfortunate young maiden?’ said Riolta, turning to a table to draw Lena’s attention to a bronze head and torso bust of a beautiful young woman, beautifully cast but with semen pasted all over it in white gluey streaks, a small droplet dripping from the perfect nose of the statue.

‘Oh that...’ said Lena, ‘we got another stud to shoot his load all over her. Mum and I started to lick it off together but I guess we got distracted by the cocks in our asses and never finished the job.’

‘Oh...’ said Riolta, with a smile, ‘are you sure your mother won’t be able to come out to play tonight, Lena?’

Lena giggled, ‘why don’t I leave a note for her to explain where we’re going?’

‘I’m afraid I’m not too sure myself yet.’

‘Well hey, what the fuck, right? All she’ll have to do to find us is follow the trail of passed out studs slumped against buildings, cum that’s dripped off our faces and tits and crowds of onlookers watching our deepthroat competitions in the middle of the street.’

‘Well,’ said Riolta, ‘when you put it that way, I can hardly wait to get going! Fuck, get changed, you little slut, and quick!’

Lena once again released one of her now-patented intoxicating giggles, which made Riolta realise just how young the noblewoman was at around nineteen on so, the monster-boobed teen twirling on her high heels and sashaying over to the other side of the room to throw open the doors of a large wardrobe built into the wall of the room. Riolta felt the new gemstone tingle in her navel, and was just beginning to systematise and get acquainted with the intense level of horniness that the jewellery was bestowing on her. Watching the slender-waisted, honey-tanned countess-to-be saunter across the room, the tight halves of her ass atop her long, toned legs, really made Riolta feel an enthusiastic buzz deep in her pussy, and she suppressed a shiver and moved her gloved hands up underneath the massive globes of her tits and gave them a squeeze.

‘Now what do you think I should wear?’ said Lena, rhetorically, running her hand along the rack absently before settling on something shiny-looking, ‘ah... I have just the thing...’

Lena shook the garment from its hanger and donned it. It was black, form-fitting jacket, absolutely skintight and very short, made from a very thin, light, shiny material. Every curve and muscle of her shapely arms could be seen when she slid it on. In fact it reached down no further than her midriff, the front flaps of the jacket low enough only to cover the lower curves of her massive, protruding breasts. The jacket was trimmed all around with white fur, including the cuffs.

‘No bra underneath that, honey?’ said Riolta.

‘What do you think I am,’ said Lena, ‘some kind of nun?’

‘No,’ said Riolta, marvelling inwardly at the notion that even now, after they had come all the way from the foyer and upstairs, Lena had still managed to sustain the rope of cum that was hanging from her chin, the little band dangling merrily as she spoke, ‘definitely not some kind of nun.’

‘All the same, I think I’ll keep this on, just in case there’s any confusion,’ said Lena, winking at Riolta naughtily as she pointed at the large silver letters that spelled the word ‘SLUT’ on the choker around her neck.

As Riolta laughed, Lena dived back into the wardrobe and produced another garment which she wriggled into. This one was a skirt, made from the same shiny material as the tiny jacket, which was inconceivably tight. All it did was stick, skintight and flush, to the contours of her tight, juicy little ass, so that it simply looked like the stacked noble vixen’s booty was encased in a skintight sheath, each succulent little buttock packed into the micro-microskirt. The skirt’s tightness of material and narrow circumference of the lower hem seemed to restrict Lena’s movement somewhat, and she was **** to adopt an even more slutty and ostentatious walk as she made her way across the room, the very tops of her thighs not fully able to stretch, balancing on her high-heels.

Lena kicked her shoes off and slithered into a pair of skintight boots with platform soles and stiletto heels of the same material as the rest of her outfit. The boots hugged her long, slender legs, and were so tight that, as with her arms, the entire definition of her legs could be observed through the thin material as she tugged them all the way up to the top of her thighs. Like her jacked, the top of the boots were rimmed with fur, the fluffy white trim nearly touching her indecently short shirt.

This completed, Lena bent over completely and let Riolta see just how short her skirt really was. Riolta was not at all surprised to see that the sopping pink lips of her pussy could be seen, as could the her tight balloon-knot asshole.

‘Not too slutty, is it?’ ventured Lena, her head upside down, looking back at Riolta through her perfectly straight legs.

‘It’s tasteful,’ said Riolta, grinning at Lena as the young countess straightened up.

‘Come on,’ said Lena, grasping Riolta by the arm and skipping out of the room, ‘I’ve gone ages without cock and I’m absolutely starving!’

The two sluts made their way, arm in arm, downstairs into the foyer, where a large group of guests had gathered expectantly, hoping to see Riolta and Lena re-emerge. When both of the stacked vixens did, dressed to kill and with both pairs of their bulging knockers still shining with cum, each of the guests quickly busied themselves with trying to look inconspicuous as well as with stealing glances at the gorgeous pair.