Dareios fucks Malouda

‘Finally! I’ve wanted that dick in my pussy since I first saw you today,’ Malouda exclaimed.

‘Come and get it,’ said Dareios.

Malouda raised herself from her haunches and stood up. What a sight she was. She had shedded her black bra a while ago, but her breasts were now glistening with a new covering – the pearly sheen of Dareios’ cum. As big as the blonde whore Vanya’s, Malouda’s epic globes stuck out from her chest with almost cartoonish proportions, casting a shadow over her slender, trim waist with its tattoo that arched over her sharp stomach muscles.

Her spectacular torso smothered in a molten film of thick cum, with white lines of cum spangled in her raven tresses, Malouda made her way over to Dareios at the front of her stage in the only clothes she now had left on: a pair of black, six-inch, platform heels. There was, as usual, wicked glint in her eye, which was this time offset by a triumphant smile, the fact that her lips and chin were glinting with cum enhancing her sense of victory.

Dareios didn’t regret his decision one bit as she stood downstage, her glorious depravity illuminated by the footlights, and bent over, facing the audience. With her legs perfectly straight, her torso angled forwards, Malouda gripped her ankles in her hands for stability and turned her head round to look at Dareios. As she did so, looking at his over her shoulder, a blob of cum dripped off her chin.

‘Fuck me,’ she said.

Dareios was behind her in no time, and pressed the head of his still-tumescent member against her slick tunnel, eliciting a throaty groan from the noblewoman. The groan was amplified into an orgasmic shriek as Dareios slid the full extent of his meaty cum cannon all the way up her pink pussy, which popped immediately to climax, Malouda’s sense of expectation suddenly relenting immediately, translated into orgasm.

Holding her hands around her ankles even tighter and gritting her teeth, Malouda was transported into ecstasy as Dareios gave the busty slut everything she had paid for, pulverising her sopping pussy with brisk, unremitting thrusts. Her breasts heaving and jiggling at the pace of the pounding, Malouda had her eyes squeezed closed and her lips baring her clenched teeth in a feral snarl as she began to savagely counter-thrust her sweet behind against the penetrations of the male whore.

Much of the activity had stopped in the room as most of the occupants had wanted to see Malouda get what was coming to her for a long time. She had of course, made a point of wandering around the township dressed in spectacular ensembles of diaphanous gowns, black gloves and corsetry and so on, causing most of the male population some discomfort in their lower region as she passed by, and the one thing they had all wanted to behold was to see the wealthy slut impaled on something long, hot and hard. This was such a day.

Catalin and Wynne stood and watched from the side of the stage, the two sisters surveying the action with their arms linked around each other’s waists. Both of them were speckled with cum. Wynne’s black outfit with the leather choker, leather corset, long, tight, leather gloves all the way up her arms and a pair of high-heeled black leather boots, was now spangled with cum and Catalin had by now discarded the metal plates over her breasts.

‘Our lady of Kirk seems to be enjoying the show,’ commented Catalin.

‘Possibly even more than us,’ agreed Wynne. ‘I just hope he has enough strength left for my lonely little asshole.’

‘Oh, I’d count on it. How many orgasms do you think that black haired slut has had now?’

‘Maybe a dozen,’ said Wynne. ‘Hey!’ she said, calling to the pair at the front of the stage. ‘She’s had fifteen minutes! Finish her off! It isn’t fair! What about our turn?’

Still humping Malouda from behind, Dareios turned to look at her.