Making an entrance

It was an odd procession that now made its way up the stairs of the peculiarly shaped building; Bliss walking first in her low-riders, followed by the visitors walking in a single file, each man with a woman in front of and behind him.
The stairs spiralled their way upwards around a brick-laid pillar that stood in the centre of the building.

With the layout being such that every other story that was passed would be without a door closing it of from the stairway, and from those levels of the nine-story building could be heard masculine grunts and the high-pitched moans and cries of women, while no sound seeped out through the doors of the closed-off stories, the group ascending towards the top were treated to a preview of what they could expect once they had picked up a few of the establishment’s girls.

The priestesses, the warriors and Seri would all view the activities that they spotted through the doorways with pitched interest, while Lea, Kamil and Stepan were more showing off their amazement as they were greeted peeps of cocks being rammed down throats, into pussies and assholes and up between heaving pairs of breasts.

“How does this place work?” Dareios asked Seri, who was sauntering upwards in front of him.

“It’s quite simple, you go to the top, watch the working girls bump and grind while you have a drink or two. Should any one catch your imagination then you simply hand your gold to the bartender and take your chosen whore, or whores, down to one of the other floors, where you join in on the action.”

“And the doors?”

“Offices, living quarters for the tower’s mistress, that sort of thing. Except for this one,” Seri went on as they passed the eight floor, “that’s the exclusive floor.”

Now, they all had at last reached the top-floor, which turned out to be a single open space, with a circular bar in the middle and small, pole-equipped stages spread out across the floor.

Not far from the bar was a bigger stage on which seven musicians, five women and two men, all of them naked, were conducting soft music to which the eight dancers currently performing slithered along a metal pole each. Most heads turned to look at the newcomers, particularly the three sluts with nothing but thick, slithering reserves of balljuice for clothing.

“Slow night, eh?” Seri asked Bliss, in referral to the nine men and five women that were currently sitting down at different tables or lined up at the bar.

“Pretty much,” Bliss admitted.

“That, I hope,” Galiana suddenly took a step forwards to Bliss and Seri, “will soon change.”

Turning her head to look at the four men, Galiana added a simple “Boys,” to which Damon, Dareios, Stepan and Kamil responded by tugging their cloaks over their heads, their rock-hard cocks springing free of their concealment.

The musicians stopped playing, the dancers stopped performing, and even Bliss could do nothing more than to gawk at the four monster-cocks which had been laid bare without any warning.

“Gods,” Bliss stammered, “how big is this thing?”
She was referring to the dick which she had now placed her hands upon, which happened to belong to Stepan, who was currently cherishing the fact that Seri’s advice on how to get the buxom dancer’s attentions were proven correct, a cock which she could only gawk at while slowly moving her fingers up and down inch after inch of thick cock-meat, her jaw dropped in amazement over the sheer length and girth of the thing.

Faye, having carried a small satchel with her all the way from the inn, now strolled across the floor, seemingly ignorant of the effect that she and her friends had had on the people already there, and reached the bar.

“Five glasses please.” Faye told the barwoman, a huge-chested blonde with honey-coloured skin, whose bountiful tits were fully exposed along with her long legs and firm midriff thanks to the fact that she was only wearing a miniscule black thong that clung to her sex.

“Uh… what?” The bartender replied, having been too dazed to hear Faye the first time.

“Five glasses, nothing in them, please.” Faye repeated herself, and soon five empty shot-glasses made out of thick glass were placed up on the disk in front of her.

“Thank you.” Faye said, the satchel now resting next to them, and pulled up a stocky cyan bottle and poured its content into the glasses.

“Damon!” Faye called out across the room, and motioned for the blonde stud to join her.
When Damon, pre-cum oozing out from the urethra of his gargantuan dong, had joined her, Faye took one of the glasses and swallowed the fluid in it in one go.

“Whores and sluts!” Galiana suddenly called out, her hands resting on the ends of Dareios’ and Kamil’s members, “Watch this!”

Pointing at Faye, Galiana smiled wickedly as she watched her subordinate turn round, use her fingers to part her pussy lips, and then motioning for Damon to stick his cock up into it.

Everyone but Galiana, even Kyla, watched in awed silence as Faye’s pussy was stretched by the intrusion of Damon’s member, the busty whore-priestess groaning and panting as her lover fed his cock into her soaked slit.
With nearly two feet of cock throbbing inside her quim, Faye closed her eyes and continued to moan as Damon lifted her up and seated her ass on the disk before beginning to slide the front half of his member in and out of her cock-stuffed hole.

“Want a drink?” Dareios asked Bliss with a wolfish grin on his lips.