Laurence greets Esette while the Countess gets her throat fucked.

‘My Lady d’Abria.’ Laurence said by way of greeting, before roughly shoving his hips forwards.

Before him, the cum splattered Countess made a sound that was a mix of a moan and a gag as all fifteen inches of her personal servant’s monstercock suddenly disappeared down her throat. Although it was obvious that she did not mind the rough treatment. In fact, if Laurence were to look down he could see a look of adoration in the older woman’s eyes. But his head had snapped in the direction of the bathroom to get a good look at Esette d’Abria, Katherine’s personal seamstress.

Esette was leaning against the doorpost, obviously having only just come out of the bathtub to see what the commotion was about seeing as her natural olive skin tone was shimmering with droplets of water and her long, honey blonde hair was still damp. A pair of emerald green irises set in smoky, almond-shaped eyes sparkled as the seamstress glanced at the obscene, tube-like bulge that was pushing out her employer’s throat. Her eyes lingered there for a moment, before they slowly pulled away to meet Laurence’s gaze.

‘Please, Laurence. There is no reason to be formal, considering the situation.’ Esette said with a chuckle.

‘Oh, and what situation would that be?’ Laurence asked, grabbing a handful of Katherine’s dark hair to keep her from moving.

‘You know, me walking into the room completely naked only to catch you in the act of fucking the poor Countess’ throat?’ Esette mused as she took a step into the room.

In response Laurence made a show of looking the seamstress up and down, pretending as if he had not noticed that she was completely nude until now. Although the blonde wasn’t quite as stacked as Katherine or her daughter, calling her tits anything less than “huge” would be doing the perfect, gravity defying globes an injustice. They managed to cast quite the shadow over Esette’s flat, taut stomach and waspish waist. Catching Laurence staring, the seamstress spun around as if she was modelling one of her new clothes for the young man, showing how her slim waist flared out into a pair of broad hips and how she was blessed with a pair of big, firm asscheeks.

‘Yes…’ Laurence groaned in approval while he sprayed viscous ropes of precum down his employer’s gullet. ‘I do not remember fucking the Countess’ throat while you walked in, though.’ He mused.

‘Well, I can’t always be right,’ Esette shrugged, which did interesting things to her chest. ‘Still, don’t you think you should fix that?’ She asked.

‘Hm…’ Laurence muttered as he glanced down at Katherine, he pretended to ponder the seamstress question as he watched the older woman look up at him with hungry eyes that had grown slightly wet due to the effort it took to suppress her gag reflex. ‘Well, I would not want to turn you into a liar.’ He finally replied, as he suddenly pulled the Countess’ head back.

Spit rained down on the floor and a wet sounding gasp managed to escape from Katherine’s cockstuffed maw, before Laurence roughly pulled her towards him again. Laurence smiled down at the Countess, and in turn she looked up at him adoringly. A groan passed the young man’s lips and he flooded his employer’s throat with precum again. Katherine had just enough time to moan as the sticky treat slid down her gullet before Laurence yanked her head back again.

‘My, my, when looking at the both of you would think you were the noble and she was the servant.’ Esette mused as she watched Laurence fuck Katherine’s throat.

‘Please, Esette. I’m merely following instructions.’ Laurence groaned as he pulled Katherine’s head back once more, causing an impressive amount of spit mixed with precum to splatter down on the floor beneath them.

‘Is that so?’ Esette asked. The blonde had started to brush her fingers against her labia as she continued to watch.

‘Oh yes,’ Laurence replied, as his monstercock once again hammered down the Countess’ throat. ‘She informed me that since she was dressed like a whore, I should fuck her like one.’

‘So this is my fault now?’ Esette asked, while glancing at the tiny, bejeweled pieces of pink cloth that ran up from Katherine’s cunt. They were no longer covering anything.

‘I am just passing along her words,’ Laurence answered with an impish grin. ‘But do not worry, I’m sure Countess Thorns here might be willing to apologize if she is done with me.’

Esette could swear that Katherine nodded when her head was **** back again, or at least tried to. She imagined such a thing was quite difficult when a cock as beastly as Laurence’s was sliding in and out of her throat. If the look on the servant’s face was anything to go by, however, Esette would get a proper answer from the noblewoman soon.

As it turned out, Esette was correct. The way in which Laurence was fucking Katherine’s throat quickly became more brutal, so much in fact that the sound of his huge balls slapping against the noblewoman’s dainty chin resounded through the room. It practically drowned out the sounds of precum and saliva splattering down onto the floor and Katherine’s own moans. But then, it all just…stopped. After a moment, Laurence groaned loudly and the seamstress watched as the Countess rapidly started to swallow the young man’s, no doubt impressive, load.

Yet, Katherine couldn’t swallow it all, no matter how eager it was. Soon a combination of drool and semen started to dribble from the corners of her mouth, making an even bigger mess of her already cum blasted face and the floor underneath her. Once Laurence’s orgasm was over, he released his hold of his mistress hair and reluctantly began to pull his hips back. As he did, and his cock kept coming and coming and coming, Esette gasped in surprise.

‘By the Gods!’ The blonde exclaimed, when Laurence’s monstercock was revealed in all its fifteen inch saliva coated glory.

‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ Laurence said sarcastically. ‘I must have rammed it down my mistress’ throat before you could get a good look.’ He added with a sly grin, while rubbing his massive length.

‘Esette,’ Katherine piped up, her voice rough from the throatfuck she had just been subjected to. ‘Could you be a dear and alter Laurence’s clothes? I believe I have a spare uniform lying around somewhere and I fear that I simply cannot send him out looking like this.’

‘I believe that I can, my lady.’ Esette replied. ‘Though I might need to take a closer look.’ She added with a sly grin to match Laurence’s.

‘Go right ahead.’ Laurence replied in turn, as he approached the blonde.

He didn’t miss the way in which the seamstress’ tongue moved over her lips before she dropped down to her haunches, making sure to spread her legs far enough so that everyone could get a really good look at her drenched muff. Once she was in position, the blonde’s hands started to move up and down Laurence’s shaft in a feverish fashion. They looked so small when wrapped around the monstrous, veiny trunk and even with both hands holding it her fingers only just barely managed to touch. Laurence’s dick had always been thick before Samantha’s potion, but it seemed it had not only grown longer but also fatter after he had drank it.

‘I can’t remember the last time I came face to face with a dick this big…’ Esette moaned, her hot breath blowing against the fat purple tip of Laurence’s monstercock. ‘Getting those trousers to fit might be quite the challenge.’ She added, as one of her slender fingers traced a throbbing vein.

For a few moments, Laurence just stood there. Perfectly fine with remaining passive as Esette slowly jerked him off, or hefted his monstercock up to test its weight. But when, after a while, things didn’t escalate from there he began to feel frustrated. Until finally, he could take no more. Esette’s scream rang out through the room as Laurence suddenly lifted her up as if she weighed nothing, and pushed her against a nearby wall. There, they both stared at one another for a couple of seconds, before the servant pushed the crown of his member against Esette’s soaked snatch.

‘Yes! Fuck me!’ Esette growled. ‘I’ve been soaking wet ever since I saw Katherine sucking your cock.’

‘I’m not sure what any of this has to do with altering my uniform,’ Laurence said drily, or as drily as he could in his current position. ‘But you’re the expert!’

And with those words, he shoved his hips upwards. Esette cried out and Laurence’s stomach was immediately soaked with her juices. Before the flow of girlcum had a chance to falter, Laurence shoved his hips up again. And again. And again. Only when all fifteen inches were snugly packed in the seamstress’ spasming pussy did the servant give her a chance to catch her breath. Esette, for one, gratefully took the opportunity. She grabbed Laurence’s shoulders as strong as she could, her breath coming in quick ragged gasps, before she nodded her head.

With a grunt, Laurence pulled back. Esette had just enough time to gasp, before the servant rammed his hips up again. Before she had the time to react, he pulled back once more. And he managed to keep this pace for several seconds, working his hips as if they were pistons. All Esette could do was moan and squirt to show her pleasure, while she clawed at the already fraying cloth that covered Laurence’s shoulders.

‘My, how did your uniform end up like this?’ Katherine asked, looking at the tears in the clothing that still covered her personal servant’s upper body as she slipped behind him.

Laurence didn’t know what she was talking about. He would have asked, if his attention wasn’t taken up by Esette. Or the pleasant heavy weight pressing against his back. Although it was true that not only his trousers had felt tight when he had left Samantha’s lab. Perhaps the potion was to blame? Laurence would have pursued the thought, but a loud squeal of pleasure from Esette shook him from his musings. And it certainly didn’t help that Katherine was nibbling on his earlobe now, while she writhed against him. Right now, he could only really think about one thing.

With a grunt, Laurence put Esette down and started pulling his massive member from her soaked quim. He was slowed down somewhat due to the fact that the Countess’ huge breasts were still resting on his back, but he managed. Once the meaty pole escaped the blonde’s cunt, she sank down onto the floor. Her legs too weak to carry her after the orgasms that had just coursed through her body. Katherine soon plopped down next to her as Laurence reached behind him and led her towards the seamstress.

‘I hope…’ Laurence began, sounding out of breath. ‘That you sluts...are ready for my cum.’ He growled slowly, as he grabbed his shaft with both hands and began to jerk himself off.