Dareios introduces himself

“So…” Dareios began after Zuleica and Namaria had disappeared off to leave him alone in the dressing room with Zoelle, with the sight of her naked, gleaming body causing his twelve-inch cock to throb violently as it was projected out in front of him, its purple crown aiming straight at her.

“So…” Zoelle breathed right back at him, making a show out of wetting her lips, smacking them softly as she took a step towards him whilst giving off an air of supreme self-confidence, making Dareios turn his attention for a moment or two to how the muscles of her long, toned legs flexed before he redirected back up to her achingly beautiful face.

“What happened to you?” Dareios asked, dearly wishing to find out just how exactly Zoelle had ended up look the way he did, and his question drew an intoxicating giggle from her before she pulled her lips back to send him an equally intoxicating smile.

“What happened to me is that I was trying to follow after you and Zuleica when the next show got started,” Zoelle’s wide hips swayed seductively as she took her time in approaching him, alternating between directing her gaze down at his rock-hard cock or up at his face to lock eyes with him and send him the sort of smouldering gazes that had him strangling quite a few deep, dark grunts, “and I ended up eating pussy and licking ass up on stage.”

“Ah…” Barely had his short reply left his lips before a jet of precum exited Dareios’ pisshole to cut through the air until it was blocked from travelling further by Zoelle’s toned stomach, the blonde, top-heavy vixen hissing lustfully as her midriff was liberally doused with the clear fluid, which immediately mixed with the girlcum with which it was already thoroughly coated.

“And what happened here?” Zoelle asked back, cocking her right eyebrow as she took a quick look around at the shattered remains of the bed and the severely lopsided shape of the table, which was now lacking both legs on one side, “Though I think I can guess…”

Dareios’ formulating of his reply was abruptly interrupted by how Zoelle suddenly took one last long stride to end up standing in front of him, a seductive grin plastered to her face, though it turned into a libidinous snarl as soon as her slender fingers made contact with the thick trunk of his cock. In the end, all Dareios managed to get past his lips was a guttural moan as Zoelle began expertly jerking him off, her pearly teeth showing as she kept her gaze fixed on his while she kept pumping her hand up and down the length of his pulsing member, not looking down at it even as it blasted her stomach with several more high-powered, voluminous outpourings of precum.

“Remember what I said about wanting to be your slut?” Zoelle asked Dareios, her voice mirroring how her arousal grew stronger each time that she slid her hand down over his rigid fuckpiece.

Dareios nodded, and grunted again as more of his prejizz ended up glued to Zoelle’s midsection, the lustrous sheen with which it was furnished serving to highlight the firm, feminine muscles which dominated it, and which looked as though they’d been sculpted by a master craftsman.

Then, without Dareios having much time to react to what she was doing, Zoelle let go of his cock and practically threw herself at him, wrapping her arms round his neck and sweeping him up in a passionate kiss that had them swapping spit with one another and wrestling tongues. Dareios hesitated for barely a second before embracing her, locking her curvaceous form in between his broad, muscular arms.

“Hmm,” Zoelle purred after they’d broken their lip-lock, her eyes having narrowed into tiny little slits as she stood with her head tilted back and her huge boobs cushioned against Dareios’ muscular chest as she sent him a suggestive glance that had him coating the underside of her chin with his latest release of prejizz before his cock returned to its previous activity of throbbing forcefully against her stomach, the difference in height between them meaning that the beefy crown of his member was nestled in snugly between her bulging, toffee-tanned boobs, “If I ever have a heart attack, I want you around…”

“Getting to tit-fuck someone back to life would make for a nice story afterwards, no?” Zoelle continued on, before offering the towering stud in front of her a naughty smile while rubbing his precum all over her slender throat.

“Now,” Zoelle spoke again, a second or two later, her smile still just as naughty, her wetness coming trickling down her legs to come into contact with his heavy testes as they pressed against her thighs, “are you ready to turn me into your cum-loving, cock-crazed slut?”

There was another dark, guttural exclamation that failed to shape itself into anything even vaguely resembling a coherent reply from Dareios, and he gave her a weak nod with his head whilst his thick fuckpole pulsed even more vigorously against her stomach and chest.

Dareios then allowed Zoelle to slip free of his embrace, the bronzed, huge-titted babe caressing his cock one last time before slipping silently past his imposing form, her blonde hair whipping through the air behind her as she steered her graceful steps over to the wrecked table and placed her hands atop the side of it which stood pointing upwards at a steep angle.

Turning round to look over at Zoelle, Dareios released a bolt of precum that went sailing past her as he caught a good look at her standing there, her slender but powerful back slightly bent, her legs spread apart a few inches and her heart-shaped, breathtakingly perfect ass thrust out towards him.

“Fuck my ass,” Zoelle ordered Dareios as she stood propped up on her stiletto-heels, staring back at him over her shoulder, her eyes glowing with lust as she moved her lips carefully to form each word that came slipping out from between them, “I don’t want you to tease it, lick it or finger it, I want you to fuck it as hard and as fast as you can.”

Rendered speechless by the earnest desire with which Zoelle had addressed him, Dareios walked closer to her while his gaze travelled down to admire how she gave one of her juicy asscheeks a playful slap, her horny groan blending in with the slapping sound of her hand impacting against the firm mass of her buttock.

“Oh and by the way,” Zoelle cooed out, doing her best to maintain a conversational tone of voice even as Dareios came up behind her and placed his cockend against her puckered bunghole, while she used her hands to hold the halves of her ass spread wide apart, the two globes of flawless assflesh looking as succulent as ever, “I still don’t know your name…”

“It’s Dareios,” Giving the statuesque blonde his name, Dareios then placed his hands on her narrow waist and thrust his hips forwards.

“Dareeiooosss!” Zoelle cried out his name for the first time ever, her eyes clamped shut and her glossy lips formed into a circle as he speared the thick, domed crown of his gargantuan fuckmast past her tiny asshole, causing the elastic muscle to expand and grow to a much wider circumference as it hugged the shaft of his cock as it to began to push past it.