Noble sluts like Bira...and so does Gavin.

If someone had told Bira this morning that she would have both her ass and pussy eaten by some of Tharros’ richest, most influential noblewomen she wouldn’t have believed them. One noblewoman? Maybe. Isabelle did have a reputation. But two? No, she figured it wouldn’t turn into that kind of party.

Yet here she was, Isabelle Grifoen had pried her big, brown buttocks apart and was currently tonguing her tight pink anus while the Baroness van Slootbach had buried her face between Bira’s thick, shapely thighs and gently sucked on, and licked, her pussy lips as the painter’s orgasmic juices washed away some of the jizz clinging to her face.

But the only thing Bira had eyes for was the muscular young swordsman behind Isabelle. He had seemingly strode into the unveiling as if he had owned the whole mansion, tore off what little clothing the lady of the house had before he brutally dominated her gorgeous, stacked form with his massive dick. Even now his lustful eyes were focused on her explosive booty while he buried the monster between his legs into Isabelle’s ass over and over and over again.

Although everything might not have happened as Bira imagined it, she certainly was right about how Gavin’s focus was currently on her behind. His rough thrusts only seemed to have sped up after Lady Grifoen stuck her face between the artist’s buttocks and Gavin groaned and grunted as he watched Bira’s bouncy brown assmeat spill from between Isabelle’s slender fingers. And the way she looked at him over one of her shoulders while moaning softly only stoked his lusts for the girl further. So much in fact, that Bira got a front row seat when Gavin’s muscles tensed just before he threw himself into overdrive.

Isabelle squeezed Bira’s ass roughly before she threw her head up and squealed. Yet the yowl of both lust and surprise barely rose above the loud, incessant slapping that came from Gavin’s belly hitting her perfectly bronzed butt and, of course, his beefy balls smacking against her dripping muff. Bira’s mouth fell open as she watched her patron moan pathetically while she slowly allowed her upper body to sink into the plush, round seat she had been kneeling on. Moments later, she screamed into the seat as her pussy popped. The sound of her juices hitting the piece of furniture was like a miniature rainstorm.

Gavin had to slow down somewhat as the noblewoman’s intense orgasm made her ass tense up and twitch wildly around his veiny shaft. As a result, he peppered Isabelle’s bowels with two more hot blasts of glue-like prejizz. But as much as he enjoyed the sensation of Isabelle’s hot, tight asshole around his dick, and the awed stares of both Bira and the Baroness van Slootbach who was peeking past her, he could not hold back the amount of spunk that was sloshing around in his balls for long.

‘Come on, Gavin! Mark that slut as yours already!’ Iris suddenly called out. It was as if she knew!

In response Gavin made the mistake of looking at her. His breath caught in his throat and he stopped moving completely when he saw she kept Tyelle’s head down between her legs with one hand, while the other was wrapped around the neck of a wine bottle. The base of said bottle was pushed between the halves of the mature blonde’s thick, motherly ass, and seemed to be slowly stretching her tiny bunghole wide open as the Jahdi warrior woman **** it inside.

‘Oh don’t worry about her!’ Iris yelled when she caught Gavin staring. ‘I’m just training her asshole for your big, beautiful dick!’ She added with a fierce smile and half-lidded eyes.

‘Gods…’ Gavin breathed, before he felt his heavy nuts suddenly tense.

Isabelle whimpered as Gavin scrambled to extract his beefy fuckstick from her bowels. She did her best to tightened her asshole and keep him from pulling out, but the young man scarcely noticed the resistance as he roughly pulled his hips back. As his cockhead cleared the noblewoman’s rosebud however, she did release a little pleased cry as another wave of her juices washed over the, already soaked, seat.

Everyone only had a few seconds to admire the gapes state Gavin had left Isabelle’s anus in, the way his previous, now frothy, load of cum mixed with precum had started to leak from it and how her whole body seemed to tremble in pleasure… Once those seconds were over, the attention was back on Gavin as he groaned darkly and aimed his humongous pussy pleaser at Lady Grifoen’s firm, perfectly bronzed backside. First, a few small, thin streaks of cum splattered onto Isabelle’s left asscheek, and a disappointed sigh went through the crowd…

…only to be abruptly silenced when Gavin really started to spew.

Ropes of cum as thick as a grown man’s thumb and with the consistency of pudding blasted from the Hyrucian’s wide piss slit, the sound of all that baby batter raining down on Isabelle’s slender back and explosive booty would have drowned out all sound if the whole room wasn’t looking on in silence. For a moment, the room and everyone in it disappeared for Gavin. All he saw was Isabelle’s gaping asshole framed by several ropes of jizz. With a grunt of effort he held on tight to his cum spewing monstercock and aimed it towards it. He was rewarded with a squeal of delight from Isabelle as strings of his seed actually landed inside of her anal tunnel.

When Gavin’s orgasm finally came to an end, he sat down at the edge of the seat that wasn’t occupied by Isabelle while glancing at Bira and the Baroness van Slootbach. Nobody aside from Isabelle and Tyelle made any noise. Isabelle was humming atonally as she enjoyed the sensation of hot cum sliding off of her body, while muffled grunts and squeals came from Tyelle as Iris continued to **** the wine bottle into her bunghole.

‘Oh? I believe this young studs wants you to service him next.’ Baroness van Slootbach whispered as she and Bira watched Gavin sit before them, legs spread wide to allow both women an unobstructed view of the huge balls resting between his legs and the massive prick pointing at them.

‘Wh-what? Just like that?’ Bira stammered as she turned around just in time to see Gavin lean back slightly and relax.

‘If you don’t, I’ll be glad to take your place.’ The redhead replied while casting a nasty, hungry glance at Gavin’s monstercock.

‘No, it’s fine. I’ll do it!’ Bira quickly said as she dropped to her haunches before him.

In truth, Gavin had only wanted to take a moment to catch his breath but he wasn’t about to complain when the cute black girl whose ass he had been admiring only a few minutes ago dropped to her knees before him to admire his cock. And admire it she did, Gavin watched her chest rise and fall and her nostrils flare as she inhaled the scent of sex that his powerful member exuded. Then, she suddenly grabbed it with both of her small, delicate hands and slowly began to stroke it.

‘I need to paint this…’ Was all Bira said as she nibbled on her plump lower lip.

‘There will be time for that later, darling,’ Baroness van Slootbach said suddenly as she pushed the painter’s head against Gavin’s cum dripping shaft. ‘For now, you better enjoy your time with it. A cock this huge doesn’t come around often!’ She added as her eyes hungrily followed the dollop of precum that slid down from Gavin’s cumslit.

Gavin watched as the older woman continued to rub Bira’s face against his mammoth dong, staining the painter’s dark skin with the excess ropes of precum that still hung from his member. From the hungry look in the redhead’s eyes, it was clear that she would have preferred to be on the receiving end of having her face slapped with a cummy cock. Although all of it was certainly enjoyable, Gavin found that he was ready for…more. So he grabbed the sides of Bira’s head and pulled her aaall the way up the his cockhead, forcing the Baroness to let her go in the process.

‘You lucky girl!’ Baroness van Slootbach sighed, before focusing her attention on the still cum covered Lady Grifoen. ‘I will let you have your fun, especially since it appears that I still have a feast to lick off of Isabelle.’ She purred, before crawling on the seat with Gavin and the younger noblewoman.

As soon as the redhead had gotten comfortable, and began the difficult task of trying to lick every last drop of semen off of Isabelle’s ass, Bira surprised Gavin by lowering her head and sliding his monstercock into her mouth. When her tongue touched his hot shaft the painter’s eyes lost focus and she moaned as if it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. That, combined with seeing her throat bulge obscenely, caused another bolt of precum to shoot from Gavin’s cumslit.

‘My, but doesn’t that look delicious.’ The voice of Bira’s patron suddenly piped up just as she closed her eyes and a shiver of pleasure went up her spine.

When she opened her eyes again Bira saw Isabelle resting her hands on her chin and looking at her while Baroness van Slootbach continued to lick ropes of jizz from her buttocks. Bira didn’t move for several seconds, unsure of what the noblewoman wanted from her. That was when Gavin decided to help her out by pushing her head further down. In response, Bira gagged around his shaft in surprise and coated the young man’s crotch with several strings of her own spit mixed with precum as they rather forcefully shot from the corners of her mouth.

‘Oh, don’t stop on my account,’ Isabelle said with an amused little smile. ‘I thought it was about time you and Gavin got better acquainted, actually. What with him drawing attention away from your unveiling, after all.’

The only response Isabelle got in return were a series of muffled gags and moans as Gavin roughly dragged the painter’s head up and down, seemingly without any thought for her comfort. Bira’s reply only made Isabelle giggle while she watched the way Gavin fucked her face intently.

‘Don’t worry, Bira.’ Isabelle reassured her. ‘With the way Gavin has been looking at your ass, I doubt he’ll spend a long time fucking that pretty face of yours.’

It was as if Isabelle’s words reminded Gavin of his original goal, because he immediately pushed Bira away from him. His massive member slipped out of the painter’s mouth leaving her lips now only attached to his shaft via strings of precum and saliva, only for that connection to abruptly be broken when Gavin rose to his feet and dragged Bira on top of the seat with Lady Grifoen and Baroness van Slootbach, leaving the piece of furniture quite crowded now.

‘Are you a buttslut, Bira?’ Isabelle asked.

‘Pardon, my lady?’ Bira stammered in response, while looking right at the noblewoman’s bubble butt as the Baroness van Slootbach stuffed her tongue into Isabelle’s gaping anus.

‘Because if you’re not, I think Gavin is about to turn you into one…’ Isabelle growled nastily as she watched the Hyrucian swordsman pry the painter’s buttcheeks apart.

‘He seems to have a talent for that!’ Iris called out, and Tyelle screamed between her firm thighs. Only the neck of the wine bottle was sticking out from the mature blonde’s ass now.

Both Bira and Gavin had missed Iris’ comment, however. Gavin because he was, once again, captivated by the painter’s big, shapely brown rear. Now even more so than before as he squeezed her full, peachy buttocks hungrily. And Bira hadn’t paid any attention because she was nervously waiting for Gavin’s monstercock to turn her asshole into the same gaping, cum-dripping mess as that of Isabelle...