Meeting the girls of the Pussy Parlour

Flustered from the copious amounts of jizz which she had just had showered onto her body, Rena got up on her feet and proceeded to pull her g-string back up to cover her cum-gushing pussy once more and then begin to put her bra top together, finding that Dareios had done some permanent damage to it.

“Hey stud,” Rena cried out after Dareios, who was just about to exit the entrance room along with Zenobia, “I hope that’s not the last I see of you.”

Turning around, Dareios shot the bouncer a grin and then gave his cock one more jerk, sending a dollop of cum to curve its way through the air and splatter onto the floor.

The room which he had entered with Zenobia turned out to be well-furnished, with a small module in the centre of it, padded and covered with pink cloth, on which four women, all of them busty, voluptuous and scantily but creatively dressed were seated.

Running along the wall next to a set of wide stairs was a bar, behind which a woman, completely naked and equipped with a pair of huge tits, was stirring a drink, apparently for the only person seated at the bar; another curvy woman with jet-black hair and dressed in an aqua-tinted dress which was cut so low and so high that almost all of her firm, massive tits and thick, succulent thighs was exposed.

All of the women turned their heads towards Dareios, and almost immediately an excited murmur rose from them, all of them eyeing him and his dick in particular intently, noticing how a rope of cum dangled from its tip.

The bartender, a golden-haired blonde with rings fitted around her hard nipples, from which tear-shaped rubies dangled in discrete chains, nearly turned over the drink which she was making, while the woman in the dress ran a hand over her flat belly down towards her sex.

“Girls,” Zenobia told the gathered women, “this is Dareios, and he wants a job here.”

“Really?” The woman at the bar, who now had one hand buried between her thighs while her left one was occupied twining a flock of her dark hair, “I didn’t think that you were in the habit of hiring men. Though I can’t say that I disapprove of your change of policy.”

“No one has said that he’s hired yet, Tessa.” Zenobia responded, “Before I do that, there’s a claim of his which I would like to validate.”

“You see girls,” Zenobia went on, clasping her fingers round the head of Dareios’ cock while speaking, “this stud, Dareios, claims that he can shower us all with cum tens of times over before needing a rest. If it’s true, I’ll hire him.”

“So, we’re all to fuck him?” Tessa asked, “That might interfere with business, particularly if he’s claims are true.”

“No,” Zenobia replied, “I’ll pick a few of you to do that.”

“Dareios,” Zenobia turned to him, “you are to go upstairs and fuck my whores for as long as you can. If you succeed in fucking each of them in each hole without any problems, I’ll hire you. If you don’t, I’ll charge you the standard rate for fucking these fine sluts. That means that you’ll owe me… a lot.”

“Fine,” Dareios grinned, confident that he could do what Zenobia asked of him, “who are the lucky girls?”