Laurence paints his sluts

“Yes!” Katherine cried out, the enthusiasm of her voice matched both by the hungry gleam in her eyes as she looked up at Laurence and the manner in which she let her mouth gape wide-open in the wake of her cry. Although accustomed to Katherine looking at him like that, Laurence would never tire of it, as evidenced by the huge jet of precum that shot from his cock to strike the buxom noblewoman’s face with a satisfying “SPLAT!”. Barely flinching at the impact, Katherine increased the intensity at which she was eye-fucking him and let her tongue flicker across her lips to taste his prejizz.

“Fucking paint us, Laurence!” Esette added, in a tone very similar to Katherine’s, right before pushing her huge, round boobs together with her hands to give him something to aim at.

“Paint us white!” The already cum-faced Katherine was back to screaming again, her pussy dripping wet as she stared down the barrel of Laurence’s fifteen-inch fuckstick and eagerly anticipated another huge facial, “Paint your whores!”

“Yes!” If Esette objected to being conscripted by Katherine into the young stud’s stable of sluts, she certainly didn’t show it. Instead, that and the overpowering feeling of emptiness that had hit her in the wake of his cock leaving her pussy behind spurred her into shoving four fingers inside it and start pumping her wrist.

Already close to the edge of cumming when he’d started jerking himself off, Laurence was pushed across it not so much by the rhythmic sliding of his hand back and forth across his rod as the shamelessly horny behaviour displayed by the pair of babes on their knees before him, each obviously **** for his cum.

“Then here it is!” Laurence bellowed loudly and darkly while slamming his cock through his grasp until his hand slapped against his belly, although the sound of that was drowned out by the wet, sucking one of a rope of cum the width of a man’s thumb and almost the length of his forearm surging out through his cumslit. A moment later, Esette’s tits had taken the hit and her expression had become even lustier as her juices poured out onto her wrist.

“Take it!” Bucking his hips to send his cock spearing forwards through his grasp to provoke it into releasing his second shot with extra ****, Laurence did so after first aiming it squarely at Katherine’s face. She knew it was coming, but that didn’t stop her from trying to scream as the jet of spunk washed over her face, only to have her mouth filled with the warm, thick substance.

Slamfiring out more heavy blasts of dense, glistening balljuice, Laurence began alternating between Esette and Katherine, treating one of the panting, moaning vixens to a fresh shot and then levelling the flared crown of his fuckpiece at the other.

Each of them treasuring being on the receiving end of such a deluge of tasty balljuice, Katherine and Esette were both leaning in closer to the head of Laurence’s cumtube as it continued to thump out fresh jets of cum whilst swinging to and fro before them. Esette still had one hand packed inside her pussy, the presence of it making it harder for the streamers of girlcum that she’d begun releasing again after Laurence’s third shot had hit her to pass into the open while her other hand was fondling her spherical knockers. Katherine, on the other hand, was circling two fingertips round her swollen clit and had two more digits in contact with her freshly fucked asshole.

Whatever effects Samantha’s potion had had on him, they hadn’t faded yet as Laurence continued to unleash surge after surge of jizz, the intensity of his orgasm being such that soon he was left to stand completely still, one hand still on his cock as it kept spewing.

“Fuck...” An awed Esette finally breathed out, once the blizzard of spunk had passed and left her sitting there with ropes of pearly jizz glued to her pretty face, colossal tits, slender arms and toned stomach, mixed in among her honey blonde tresses and hanging in slowly distending ropes from her chin, her ears and the underside of her boobs.

“Gods, Laurence,” Katherine was even more drenched than Esette, courtesy of having already taken one cumshot since requesting that Laurence were to fuck her like a whore, and in a similar state of mind as she stared adoringly at her servant.

At first, Laurence could merely groan. But then he felt the energy surge back into him, filling his legs, arms and cock with strength. Adopting a determined grin, he shifted the muscles in his groin and stared defiantly at the two cumwhores kneeling in front of him while bringing his cock back to slap against his chest.

“Gods,” Katherine whimpered, her anus closing in round her fingers.

“Fucking stud,” Esette’s voice continued to convey the sense of awe that she now felt towards Laurence and his magnificent cumtube.

“Katherine,” Enchanted by Laurence’s dong, Esette kept eyeing it while she talked, “You should have Laurence walk round naked all the time...”

“Oh, and why is that?” Rather than object to Esette failing to refer to her by her title, Katherine winked sluttily at the young stud.

“Because it’d be a crime to cover up something so beautiful,” Esette explained, going for earnestness rather than something playful and teasing, “Every slut needs to see it.”

“Oh dear,” The naughty gleam in the one eye Katherine held aimed at Laurence grew stronger, “Sounds like you’ll need some extra incentive to fix Laurence’s uniform...”

Really not wanting to interrupt the conversation between the two stacked, jizz-drenched sluts, Laurence focused rather on enhancing it further by showing off his cock for them by varying between raising it up towards his chest or let it shift right and left.

“Not that I think Laurence would mind flaunting that gorgeous monster for every nympho size-queen slut he meets,” Katherine rushed to add, her tongue running over her lips again as she watched the fat rope of balljuice which had come to hung from Laurence’s cockend at the end of his ejaculation grow longer and longer which arcing surge upwards of his schlong.

“All right,” It required a moment’s hesitation before Esette chose to agree with Katherine, “but I get to borrow him for a day.”

“Borrow him? Why?” Katherine tried to raise an eyebrow, but it proved too weighed down by cum for her to succeed.

“Don’t worry,” Now it was Esette’s turn to send Laurence a very naughty sideways glance, “He’ll enjoy it.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Katherine shrugged, “What do you think, Laurence?”

“I’d be happy to,” Laurence said something for the first time since the start of his latest cumshot, “But not today. Miss Steele needs me.”

“Of course she does,” Her face might be richly decorated with cum, but that couldn’t obscure the filthy, innuendo-laden smile that Katherine broke out into. Although she was pretty certain that Beatrix Steele hadn’t become a slut for Laurence’s monstercock – yet – she was willing to bet that it was only a matter of time.

“It won’t be today,” Bringing the conversation back to the topic at hand, Esette was focused on Laurence’s fuckpiece.

“Fine,” With a quick flick of her wrist and a curling up of her index finger, Katherine snatched hold of the cumrope that was dangling from Laurence’s cockend, “But you start work on his uniform straight away.”

“I’ll fuck your ass and face before you leave,” Seeing Esette hesitate again, Laurence offered her some encouragement.

“Deal,” Laurence’s words had the intended effect of making Esette agree with the offer and its conditions.

“Excellent! Seal it with a kiss?” After asking that, Katherine sucked Laurence’s balljuice off her fingers and leaned in without waiting for Esette to reply. She didn’t have to, since the seamstress happily leaned in towards her in turn.

Their huge tits coming together right before their lips did, Katherine and Esette both pushed up against each other and began wrestling tongues, trading Laurence’s cum back and forth between them while going on to grope each other’s booties. Laurence enjoyed the view, as demonstrated by him pumping out jets of precum that rained onto them while they kissed.

“Laurence,” Pulling back from Katherine, Esette looked straight into the other woman’s eyes as her moving of her lips when she spoke made the rope of cum that had attached itself to the bottom one bob about in the air, “Fuck this sexy whore hard while I fix up your clothes.”

With that, and after quick but tight kiss with Katherine, Esette broke away from her and got back up on her feet.

“There’s a spare uniform in my close… fuck!” Speaking to Esette as she sauntered about in her room, Katherine was made to scream when Laurence stepped in, reached down, grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her into a position of sitting on her hands and knees and with her shoulders lower than her ass.

“FUCK!” Katherine screamed again not five seconds later, this time because of Laurence spearing his cock into her ass, the sudden insertion of his brawny, vascular pillar of fuckmeat through her ringpiece making her pink pussy pop underneath her parting asscheeks.

“Fucking drill that ass...” Not sure if either Laurence or Katherine could hear her, Esette nevertheless spoke words of encouragement as she moved over towards Katherine’s walk-in closet without bothering to see where she was going. Instead, her attention was fixed on the juncture of his dick and the countess’ juicy ass.

Grunting as he stood with his legs bent and his hands grasping Katherine’s waist while his crotch was positioned above her bubble butt, Laurence pushed his way in several inches deeper past her radically distended anus. Then he started to pump his hips up and down, spreading and bending his knees further while making use of gravity to pound his cock deeper into her anal tunnel.

Esette stopped in the doorway to take one last long look at Laurence pounding away at the climaxing Katherine’s juicy booty from above, going about his business with a certain savage determination that turned the seamstress on even further. Then she disappeared into the closet to become out of sight – but most certainly not out of earshot – of the two people fucking again.

“L-Laurence!” Promising herself that she’d thank Samantha the first chance she got for her latest potion, Katherine started moving, each rolling motion centred round her hips and ass, the latter of which she was twerking and bucking up first onto the young servant’s oncoming schlong, then against his stomach and thighs as he bottomed out but kept going, bringing all fifteen inches of his fuckpiece into her ass again and again while his balls smacked against her pink, swollen and overflowing cunt.

Finding the spare uniform right where she thought it be, namely close to the doorway, Esette headed deeper into the closet. Not much for carrying around a lot of luggage – or clothes – Esette had long since adapted the policy of having her routine clients keep a stock of needles, threads and whatever else she might require. And in no time at all, she was hard at work making the modifications Katherine had asked for, plus a few others. Only shame was, Esette thought with a grin that turned naughtier at the sound of flesh slapping against flesh hard, that she wouldn’t be around to see it.

Outside the closet, Katherine was climaxing again, her pussy fluttering and squirting out juices in response to Laurence playing a game of seeing how fast he could pull half his cock from her ass and then have it hidden inside it to the hilt again. And at the end of each thrust, the throbbing of his bull balls had grown a little more pronounced, as if he wanted to tease her through the constant reminder that he was slowly coming closer to cumming.

But although overpowered and anally dominated, Katherine wasn’t content to simply let Laurence have his way with her. Instead, she did things like thrusting her ass up to meet him or tighten it up to slow down his progress and milk him of heavy jets of precum as his dick throbbed against the closing-in walls of her ass. Each time, he’d quash her attempts at subterfuge and she’d get even more in heat.

A short while later – not that time could move fast enough for her – Esette was finished with her handiwork. And she’d largely avoided getting any cum stains on Laurence’s newish uniform too. Satisfied with that, she headed back out to catch up on the show.

“What’s it gonna be, Laurence?!” There was nothing noble or sophisticated about Katherine’s expression or the glow in her eyes as she turned to stare back at the young stud rutting, heaving and smacking against her in his efforts to spear his dong through her needy, super-sensitive asshole again and again, “Shove it in my mouth, or fill up my ass?!”

“Oh, tough choice...” Esette giggled, again not caring if either of the two heard her. Laurence probably didn’t, not in the state he was in, with his legs bucking outwards with each forceful pulse that stirred his testes and made those glorious bronzed, bounce-a-gold-coin-off-them asscheeks that Katherine was blessed with.