Pole-dancing the hard way

After traversing the streets of Argyle at length, the group alighted on a lamplit street. The priestesses’ heels all clicked on the cobbles as they followed Seri to the destination. There wasn’t too much activity in the town at night, which was probably a good thing, as no men would have resisted propositioning the busty, cum-covered acolytes for a gangbang there and then. Which, undoubtedly, they would have accepted.

The walk did, however, give Kamil and Lea their first chance to have a real conversation since their coming together, the two of them walking down the street, hand in hand through their robes.

‘How are you feeling now, stud?’ Lea asked Kamil. ‘It seems to me like it might be hard work to carry that huge log around between your legs from now on!’

Kamil laughed, already having adjusted his gait so that he was walking around a little bow legged to accommodate the stiff protrusion and the massively heavy balls dangling under his groin.

‘It feels a little bit strange,’ he confessed. ‘I can almost feel my balls filling up with cum again with every step we take. I can tell my next load is going to be really sticky. And I keep having the strange feeling I’m going to drag the bottom of my cock on the ground as we walk.’

‘Now that we’re together my only worry is whether I can be slut enough to satisfy you, my horse-hung boyfriend,’ said Lea, her foxy eyes looking at Kamil almost adoringly.

‘I don’t think you need concern yourself about that, Lea,’ said Kamil reassuringly, ‘the sight of you walking round town wearing my cum proves beyond doubt that you’re slutty enough.’

Lea smiled eagerly. ‘I promise to do it every day from now on, if it turns you on. Including around the inn. Actually, especially in the inn.'

'I'd love to see the look on your father's face,' laughed Kamil.

'I just love wearing your cum, Kamil, feeling people's eyes all over me, watching for when the next thick rope will drip off my body. Did you mind it when Dareios and Damon shot their loads on my face? I can be a slut only for you if you like, and no-one else.’

‘You looked amazing,’ said Kamil. ‘I was about to ask you to do it myself. Your face is just too pretty not to have cum on it.’

‘Good honey, that makes me glad. Gods, my mother’s such a whore isn’t she? I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t have a little thing for you herself.’

Naturally such talk bolstered Kamil’s self-esteem no end, although it was conducted slightly out of Seri’s earshot, who was leading the troupe up front with Galiana.

‘Where are we going?’ Galiana asked Seri.

‘A little club I know,’ said Seri. ‘Sometimes I direct men who come to the inn here if they’re looking for the sort of kicks we don’t normally provide, although I’ve been known to sneak off here myself occasionally for a little bit of light relief.’

As it was, they arrived at a strange house a little out of the town. It was almost a tower, a wattle-and-daub building shaped like a mushroom, with the house-sized exterior expanding into what looked like a larger room at the top. Seri knocked on the door in code.

A hatch in the door opened, revealing nothing more than a pair of eyes peering out at the new arrivals.

‘Password?’ said a voice.

‘Facial,’ Seri responded.

The hatch closed. Then, after another couple of second, the sound of bolts being withdrawn inside was heard. The door swung open to reveal a dimly lit hallway beyond.

A smoky-eyed girl with a pair of permanently pouting, upturned lips stood in the doorway. She was wearing an impressive outfit. A pair of very high black platform heeled shoes were on her feet. Her slender legs were clad in an incredibly tight pair of black leather trousers that made it look almost as though she would have had to have been lifted into them to put them on, so snug were they. The most noticeable thing about the trousers was their cut around the waist. Instead of reaching a conventional height, they were slung sluttishly low, almost halfway down her hips. The entirety of the girl’s awesomely hard and definitely sculptured abdominal muscles could be observed, leading all the way down the lower part of her stomach to her groin beyond, and beyond that still, past the tightly etched muscles leading to her legs, until only a sliver of the black leather material clung onto her pubic mound and hid her pussy lips from view.

How the material stayed up was anyone's guess, and it looked as though it might peel off her at any moment.

The awesome sweep of the girl’s tanned, hard midriff was left completely exposed. She wore a leather jacket which hugged her arms as tightly as her trousers clung to her legs, an absurdly small piece of material that only covered half of her back, with two flaps curling over her huge, bulging breasts, each just barely stretching to cover her nipples. The wide sweep of her glorious cleavage left no room for doubt that her tits were unsupported and magnificently perky.

'I always get a thrill when a sexy girl says the password,' was the first thing the woman said. 'It helps to image me taking one. Of course, sometimes when I answer the door I am a little bit messy and it has been known to give the game away.'

‘Hello, Bliss,’ said Seri to the girl, addressing her by a name which was oh-so-appropriate, ‘we’ve come for a little bit of pole-dancing.’

‘Seri, good to see you,’ said the girl. ‘You’ve quite a following with you. You didn't have to bring your own supply of sluts, however. There are plenty upstairs, you know.'

'Just friends of mine,' said Seri, indicating the three cum-dripping priestesses.

'And tell me,' Bliss continued, 'Who are the characters in the robes? They’ve no concealed weapons, I hope.’

‘Oh, they’ve plenty,’ said Seri with a slutty grin, ‘but just think of them as additional poles for you to dance with.’

At this, the girl smiled, and said, ‘follow me.’

Stepan stopped Seri momentarily just as she was about to proceed up the steps of the tower.

‘Do you know her?’

‘Yes,’ said Seri, ‘that’s Bliss, she’s an exotic dancer.’

‘Could you… introduce me?’

‘Honey, just show her your dick, it will put your point better than I ever could.’

Bliss had already turned and gone up the stairs. The low-riding trousers exposed the topmost parts of her peachy buttocks as she walked up, her fabulous ass sashaying from side to side as she ascended. The sight made Stepan gulp.