Meets the prostitutes

Galashiels’ hands were clenching and unclenching, a signal that his whole frame was beginning to convulse in response to Zalah’s tender and exacting ministrations.

Currently, Zalah’s legs were drawn together, perched on the high-stiletto heels of her shiny thigh-high boots, and were both perfectly straight as she stood in front of the minotaur-man, the juicy globes of her perfect ass sticking out behind her. Her torso was angled forwards slightly so that she was at the correct angle to place both of her plump lips at the head of Galashiels’ monstrous member. Galashiels towered above her, but when erect, the tip of his cockhead was at about the same level as her chin. Zalah’s long golden tresses tumbled down her slender, bronzed back, all the way down to her ass as she commenced burying the thick member as deep in her salivating maw as she could.

Most of the prostitutes were looking on in amazement, making complimentary comments and taking onboard Mistress Zenobia’s instructive commentary on the action, in which she highlighted the salient points of Zalah’s heroic performance.

Zenobia herself had one sovereign hand resting on one of Zalah’s golden buttocks and the other curled up underneath Galashiels’ immense ballsack, massaging the turgid globes forcefully.

“If you look here girls,” Zenobia stated, matter-of-factly, “Zalah has managed to get about ten inches of a dick with a diameter about the same size as a goblet down her throat, and she hasn’t even gagged yet. Now that’s what I call a blowjob.”

At this, Zalah un-impaled her mouth from the tumescent schlong and pulled all the way upwards, shaking her hair behind her as she gasped for air, her chin and mouth fastened to the pulsating dick with long, thick, looping strands of saliva. The whole, meaty length, corded from end to end with turgid veins, was now dripping with traces of Zalah’s saliva, from the foam-flecks of white bubbles that had coagulated at the base to the gooey ropes that dripped freely from the end of the heavy helmet.

An elven bard had commenced a lilting tune on a lute at the far end of the room, as a number of customers came into the establishment and each sat at a table, mesmerised by the action. Before long, the dark, smoky room was crowded with clientele that were all hushed, gazing in rapt astonishment at what was unfolding in the centre of the room.

A number of guards limped out into the exterior of the brothel, helping each other out on broken limbs, leaving the trio to their devices, each of them deciding to make a swift exit before Galashiels became unoccupied, and perhaps thought to finish what he had started.

The half-a-dozen whores, meanwhile, had moved away from the back wall at the end of the room where they had been huddled together, and now approached the trio with rapidly growing curiosity. Zalah surveyed them out of the corner of her eye.

One of them, a dark-haired, juicy titted girl with nastily curved eyebrows, wearing a black collar, a pair of black, shiny gloves that reached all the way up to her shoulders and a pair of matching, black shiny leggings that covered her long, slender legs flush up to her groin, was slowly beginning to grind a ridged dildo out of her cunt as she came over.

Another one, this one a blonde, was wearing a pair of black boots that were turned down just above her knees, while the briefest of black thongs could be glimpsed beneath her thighs. Around her shoulders was a short fur jacket, that left her tight, muscular midriff exposed, and, lying open across her chest, allowed Zalah to glimpse at the superb curves that comprised the innnermost couple of inches of her tanned cleavage, the inordinate bulge in the sides of the fur suggesting that a pair of truly massive tits lay inside, perhaps ones as large as her own boobs.

The next, a golden haired, huge-titted slut perched on a pair of white platform heels was wearing nothing other than a white leather suspender belt and a white leather halter-neck top, from which a profusion of interconnected chains dangled that did nothing to disguise her bald pussy and her gigantic tits sitting proudly on her chest.

The fourth, with long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, was wearing a pair of white see through panties and a sleeved white vest top, log cut enough to reveal a generous expanse of plunging cleavage but high enough to expose the girl’s tight, tanned, midriff.

The fifth, an ice-white blonde wearing a black choker and a matching black corset, above which a superb pair of tits protruded, came towards Zalah on a pair of thigh-high boots very like her own; this girl had linked arms with the sixth prostitute, a short, curly-haired brunette wearing a full-length fishnet bodystocking.

As long at the girls were going to get close, thought Zalah to herself, they might as well learn something….