Laila’s a squirter

Dareios was about to take a good look at the hallway of Laila’s home and through it at what looked at a first cursory glance like her living room, but his plans to do so were interrupted by her spinning around to face him, which instantly drew his gaze back towards her bulging pair of perfect knockers.

“Remember how I showed up at your front door?” Laila asked Dareios, backing up her question with a suggestive wink that she sent his way while placing her hands on her wide, deliciously curved hips.

“That front door’s Namaria’s and Zuleica’s actually, but I get the hint,” Grinning at Laila, Dareios tugged apart the piece of string that held his cloak up and let it fall to the floor, leaving him completely naked save for his sandals, which surprisingly didn’t conceal very much. Particularly not his massive sixteen-inch schlong, which fell forwards in a manner that conveyed its bulk before ending up pointing straight out from his body, precum pouring out onto his cockend as it pointed straight at Laila’s trim, sexy belly.

“That’s not all I did though,” Laila purred, widening her stance and slowly moving her hands down onto her thighs, thus drawing Dareios’ eyes towards her bald, soaking wet honeypot.

Seeing that, as well as recalling how Laila had treated him to a blowjob in full-view of the passersby in the street, caused Dareios to grasp hold of his cock and heave it upwards, a dark groan coming from him as a bolt of prejizz left his cumslit and travelled towards the ceiling at great speed, the fact that the door was closed behind him meaning that the wet sound of the blast of clear fluid hitting the ceiling became even more resonant.

Laila dropped her head back, looked up at the ceiling, produced a hushed “Fuck…” that revealed both the awe and the horniness that she was currently feeling, then glanced back towards Dareios to see him moving towards her.

“And I see you got that hint as well,” Laila giggled as Dareios got down on his knees in front of her, “Too bad you caught on so quick though. I was looking forwards to teasing you a little by spreading my pussy lips apart to show you just how pink and wet you make my pussy.”

“You still can,” Dareios immediately replied, baring his teeth in a hungry grin when Laila took him up on his offer by moving her right hand to her slit and used her fingers to splay her labia apart.

Leaning in closer to Laila’s quim, Dareios rolled his tongue out of his mouth, but was careful not to let it connect with her sex, instead wiggling it up along the inside of her index and middle fingers.

“Hey, no fair…” Laila moaned in a faux girlish voice, pushing her crotch forwards in an attempt to **** Dareios’ tongue to make contact with her pussy, but finding him to be too quick for her in pulling his head back

“You were planning to tease me, remember?” Dareios replied, cocking an eyebrow as he looked up at Laila and got the busty brunette to chuckle before making her draw a sharp, short breath by pushing head forwards and letting the tip of his tongue run over the top of her pussy, the wet muscle narrowly missing her engorged clit.

“Just… a… ohhhhh… little!” Laila was stammering out her response while breathing hard as Dareios circled his tongue round her clit. Bringing his hands up Laila’s ass to offer her some much-needed support as she remained standing in the middle of the hallway, Dareios could feel her hands come down on top of his head as he began to move his tongue downwards, away from her pleasure-button and towards the narrow entrance to her juicing slit.

Biting her lip, Laila purred like a kitten as Dareios’ tongue entered her honeypot, pushing her arms tighter against her tits and pushing her chest out as her legs began to tremble from the sensations brought on by the studly Arakanian’s tonguing of her sex.

Careful not to let go of Laila’s ass, Dareios moved both his hands across her round, bronzed buttocks until he could begin moving his fingers around inside the narrow cleft that separated her asscheeks, something which caused her horny moans and whimpers to rise in volume and intensify.

Dareios had a light stubble from not shaving for the last few days, and the thin, short strands of hair that covered his cheeks and chin were soon matted with the juices that were rapidly exiting Laila’s pink pussy, though most of them ended up in his mouth, rolling over his tongue on their way down his throat and into his belly.
Extracting his tongue from Laila’s sex, Dareios instead began lapping at it, each upward movement that he carried out becoming more decisive as the top-heavy brunette who was now swaying softly back and forth in front of him released moans that were becoming louder and louder.

“Dareios!” Laila cried out, loud enough for the neighbours to hear, as girlcum came gushing out of her pussy and into his mouth. Gulping Laila’s orgasmic juices down as fast as he could, Dareios still got to feel the tasty fluid overflow his gob and spill out onto his chin. And since he was now leaning backwards from how Laila was leaning even closer to him in a spirited effort, the clear fluid went on to drop from his chin down onto his muscular chest.

When Dareios placed both index fingers against Laila’s bunghole while she was still locked in the midst of her long, powerful orgasm, she unleashed a guttural shriek and released a spurt of her honey so high-powered that it ricocheted out of Dareios’ mouth to spill back onto her contracting honeypot and rain down onto his chest and shoulders.

Once she’d come down from her orgasmic high, Laila released a breathless “Fuck…” before wiping the sweat from her brow, along with a few wayward tresses of lustrous brown hair, then spread her lips wide to send Dareios a radiant smile.

“It’s a good thing I can count on Zuleica and Namaria to lick every last drop of my cum from your sweet little pussy,” Dareios’ joke got a tired chuckle from Laila.
“Well, I certainly enjoy the taste of my pussy too,” Laila replied, slipping her hands inside Dareios’ armpits and yanking her arms upwards to signal to him that she wanted him back on his feet.

Dareios did what Laila asked of him, and was greeted with a lustful whimper from her as she took in his hunky form as it towered over her, and how his meaty cockend was lodged securely between her toffee-tanned orbs. Driving his head forwards, he placed his lips against hers, and the two of them quickly became engaged in a hungry kiss that was dominated by Laila’s eagerness at tasting her own pussy off of Dareios’ tongue and lips.

“It makes me so fucking horny,” Laila began, speaking while smiling at Dareios, her lips less than an inch away from his while she was using her right hand to lovingly stroke his cheek, “to think that you’re going to fuck those two cumsluts in front of some blue-blooded slut while covered with my girlcum.”

In response to this, Dareios pulled his head back and watched with amusement at the look of astonishment that developed on Laila’s face as a burst of his prejizz erupted from between her tits to go shooting up between them on its way towards the ceiling.

“Almost makes up for my disappointment at not being invited,” Laila added, transforming the look of astonishment into an exaggerated pout.

“I’m sure Zoelle would have invited you if I hadn't distracted her,” Dareios replied, moving his hands back into contact with Laila’s ass.

“So it’s your fault?” Laila feigned annoyance with Dareios, something which she could keep up with for about to seconds before his playing with her buttocks caused her to let slip a lusty moan whilst pushing her hips forwards and rubbing her honeybox against his dangling, cum-churning balls.

“Sorry,” Dareios said while silently wondering how long Laila would have to keep her pussy against his throbbing nuts before achieving another orgasm, “But I’m sure you could crash the party if you want to.”

“I could,” Laila giggled, “And if I don’t, and if you’re not back in four days time, I’ll pull off a rescue mission to get you back.”

“Four days?” Dareios’ voice matched his incredulous expression as his cock began to pulse with increased vigour when his thoughts drifted back to how Laila, Namaria and Zuleica had fought for access to his cock out on the terrace a few hours ago.

“Okay, so if you’re not back in four hours…” Laila corrected herself.

“You effectively want me to show up at this Lady Grifoen’s place, fuck everything that moves and has a nice set of tits, and then come straight back to you?” Dareios asked.

“Good, we’re agreed!” Laila gleefully replied.

“Of course we do,” Dareios said, shaking his head and chuckling at Laila’s behaviour.

“Yep, so let’s celebrate our agreement,” Laila grinned, “And I think I know just how…”

“Of course you do,” Dareios answered Laila’s grin with one of his own.

“Zuleica and Namaria made sure to give my asshole a good, thorough cleaning too. So if you want to stop just fondling my ass and get back on your knees…”

“You know what, I think I do.”

Giggling at Dareios’ deadpan response, Laila broke away from him and stepped up next to the nearest wall, positioning herself next to a low table that ran alongside that wall before spinning around to present him with an unrestricted view of her bubble butt as she smiled back at him over her shoulder.

Standing still for several seconds while he ogled Laila’s juicy booty, Dareios decided once again that while the brunette’s face was breathtakingly beautiful in a slutty sort of way and her tits were to-die-for, her posterior was the crowning achievement of her anatomy. Absolutely gorgeous and tantalizing in every conceivable way, Laila’s ass, with its round, luscious buttocks that seemed to shine whenever he looked at them and that sexy, tight bunghole of hers that he knew was hidden between her peachy asscheeks, was something that Dareios knew that he could spend several days straight licking, fingering and fucking until his tongue, lips, fingers and cock would all go numb.

“Better get to it, then,” Dareios said to himself, and stepped up behind Laila, who let out a long, horny groan when she saw him drop down on his haunches.

“Oh yes…” Laila groaned out, closing her eyes and puckering her lips as she felt Dareios’ fingers dig into her buttocks before he spread them apart, baring her tiny asshole.

“Like what you see?” Laila breathed out, spreading her hands further apart across the wall in front of her as she leaned forwards to push her ass closer to Dareios’ face.

“You know I do,” Dareios replied, rounding off his reply by releasing a sharp gust of air that hit Laila’s ringpiece, making her moan again.

“Gods yes!” Laila couldn’t help but squeal with excitement when the tip of Dareios’ tongue brushed against her bunghole, her reaction making him groan against her tightest hole while another volatile release of precum left his cock, sailed between her spread legs, and smacked against the wall.

For as long as he could, Dareios held back, letting his tongue circle around Laila’s anus, but the moans coming from her and the manner in which she squirmed with arousal from where she was pinned between him and the wall had soon inspired him to become much more aggressive in what he was doing, and a particularly high-pitched scream of bliss came from Laila when his tongue worked its way past her cinnamon ring.

Recognizing the cause of that scream, Dareios stopped what he was doing, leaned back, and spun Laila around before driving his head back between her legs and burying his face in her pussy. All that, he accomplished in such a short span of time that Laila hadn't even caught on to what was going on before his tongue was once more making its way inside her snatch.

Laila’s eyes crossed and she began to writhe and tremble against the wall as one gusher of girlcum after another exited her pussy and entered Dareios’ waiting mouth, the flow of her honey again being of such a volume that much of it ended up glued to his face, his chest, his shoulders and his arms.

“That was…” Laila stammered out once her orgasm had run its course, her voice barely a whisper as she stood on unsteady legs, using the walls behind her for support.

She would have eventually come up with a suitable word to describe the orgasm that Dareios had just treated her to, but he shut her up by rising back up again and pressing his lips against hers, and she moaned as his tongue entered her mouth.
“Ready for me to find an outfit to wear?” Laila asked once her lip lock with Dareios was at an end.

“I can think of a few other things to do first,” Dareios answered.

“I’m sure you can,” Laila snaked her right hand in between them and placed them against Dareios’ scrotum, “your balls feel even bigger now. I can barely fit even one of them in the palm of my hand.”

“However,” Laila continued, using her arms to push her boobs a little tighter around Dareios’ schlong while carrying on fondling his nuts, “I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait.”

“Are you trying to tease me again?”

“Uh-huh,” Laila grinned impishly, “Sorry, but I want to find out just how big a load of cum that I coax from your balls in one go, and teasing you a little first seems like the best idea. And besides, we don’t want you to cum too much, or you might have run when it’s time for your big show.”

“Not to sound cocky, but do you really think that’s likely to happen?” Dareios asked.

“Oh, cocky is definitely a word that fits you,” Laila giggled, “And no, I’m guessing that I should feel pretty special in actually knowing what your dick looks like when it’s soft.”

“Anyway, can you step back a little so I can proceed to tease you?” Laila asked, nodding her head to remind Dareios of the fact that he still had her trapped against the wall.

“Now why should I do a stupid thing like that?”

“Because I ask nicely?” Laila offered, not letting Dareios answer her question before giving him an alternative, “Or because I promise that if you do, I’ll be your horny, cum-loving buttslut, always ready to take your fat fucking monstercock inside my wet pussy and tight asshole.”

“I thought you already were,” This time, it was Dareios’ turn to feign annoyance.

“Trust me, honey, I can get a lot sluttier,” Laila replied, sounding absolutely earnest.

“In that case, madam,” Dareios took a step back and offered Laila his right arm, “lead the way.”

“Oh, a big-dicked stud and a gentleman. How lucky can one slut get?” Laila giggled as she hooked her arm inside Dareios’ and walked with him through the hallway and into her living room, which turned out to be sparsely furnished.

“I’m new in town, remember?” Laila said of the lack of furniture, leading Dareios up the stairway to the second floor and into a small drawing-room that was dominated by a cushy sofa placed along one wall and with a low table in front of it.

“Sit down there,” Laila playfully ordered Dareios as she nodded towards the couch, “I’ll go find something that’s appropriate.”

“I thought I was going to be involved in that,” Dareios replied.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be teasing you, remember?” Laila smiled up at him.

“It’s not working if you have to remind me of it,” Dareios explained as he watched Laila reaching for his cock with her free hand before stopping herself.

“Tell me about it,” Laila’s chuckle coincided with her slipping her arm away from his and stepping to the side while shaking her head, “Now stay here.”

“Yes ma’am,” Dareios sat himself down in the couch while watching Laila walk across the small room.

After blowing him a kiss, Laila opened the door to the next room and disappeared inside it, closing the door behind her.

Apart from the couch and table, Dareios noted that the drawing room was made up of one bookshelf, a pretty sparsely stocked drinks cabinet, and one extra door beyond that which Laila had exited through, this one leading out onto the terrace. There was room for some extra furniture, as well as some paintings and other decorations, since the walls were completely sparse.

Whilst feeling a little silly at how it was only after he’d sunk into the couch that he remembered having his sword strapped to his back, Dareios disarmed himself and scanned the table in front of him. It was empty, except for a small painting, less than a foot wide and about eight inches high. Picking it up, Dareios groaned and raised the painting higher as the scene that it depicted made him release another bolt of precum, which shot across the room to hit the wall through which Laila had disappeared while he lowered the painting again.

It was a group painting of six women lined up next to each other, one of them Laila and all of them more or less naked. Ogling six pairs of huge, round tits and six fit, curvaceous bodies, Dareios thought that the picture must have been quite realistic, judging from how lifelike Laila was in it, and again had to lift it up as prejizz was rocketed out through his cumhole.

Putting the painting back on the table, Dareios leaned back in the couch and spent the next few minutes trying to keep from jerking off as he thought of all the various sexy outfits that Laila might put on, his mind constantly drifting to how her ass would look clad in various thongs and microskirts.

When the door opened and Laila reappeared, Dareios felt a pang of disappointment when he saw what she was wearing. The ultra high-heeled, glossy black boots were a good start, but the blue robe that she had on and which reached down to her knees wasn’t exactly what he’d been picturing.

“You do know that I was joking when I said your outfit should be decent and appropriate, right?” Dareios asked.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Laila smiled at him, “Namaria and Zuleica aren’t the only ones with a sense of the dramatic. Come on.”

As Laila motioned for him to follow her into the next room, Dareios got out of the couch and walked up next to her, not having to offer her his arm this time as she readily placed her right hand on his cock as soon as it came within reach.

While stroking Dareios’ cock, Laila brought him with her into what turned out to be her bedroom. Unlike her living room and drawing room, Laila’s bedroom was opulently furnished, complete with a massive bed, several large wardrobes and a pair of full-length mirrors.

Letting go of Dareios’ dick, Laila quickly sauntered up in front of the mirror and smiled back at him over her shoulder as she whipped the robe off her voluptuous form and let it fall to the floor.