More dirty talk from a dirty whore

Hudds didn’t doubt that Riolta was telling the truth. He glanced over at the side of the room, where the outline of her curvaceous silhouette was still pasted against the wall in his jizz, dribbling globules of sperm that were only now beginning to smear down the perimeter of the dry pattern in the centre, slightly obscuring the definition of where he had plastered the sinful archeress to the wall only moments before.

The path that Riolta had taken towards him from her walk across from the wall was also dappled with puddles of jizz where Hudds had blasted her with his cum-cannon, leading up to where she stood in front of him now, with her high-heels an inch deep in a cum at her feet. He didn’t know what was more arresting about her, her beauty or her debauch; for as lustrous and shimmering as her tanned skin was, the pearly cum dangling from her chin or standing out in gooey ropes in her hair shone just as brightly; and as smokily as her black eyes glimmered at him under her long curled lashes, her massive megaboobs protruded tantalisingly from her chest, so huge and firm he was actually beginning to drool. Her torso was still relatively dry from his amazing ejaculations, but her jawline was studded with a dozen or so dangling tendrils of spunk that jiggled whenever she spoke.

‘But I’m not just anyone’s slut,’ Riolta said. ‘I’m your slut now, Hudds. I’m going to do just as you tell me from now on. So tomorrow, if you want me to conduct this investigation with your cock in my mouth at every question I ask, I’m going to do it. If you want me to spit your cum into the lady Emmanuella’s face instead of kissing her hand when we meet, I’ll do it. Just anything so long as I get a full night with this monster cock of yours.’

Hudds was rapt at Riolta’s filthy proclamations and even more enthused at Riolta’s constant stroking of his organ between them. It now seemed to have reached as large a size as it was likely to, which did relieve him somewhat. Even so, it was, at his best guess, about eighteen inches long. That is to say, the head - a glossy bulb of meat about the size of a human heart – was currently laying against his collarbone. The colossal trunk extended downwards in a rippling, pulsating, column of pink meat that branched and bulging with a quivering covering of veins ending at his groin, where, from underneath, a capacious bag holding two grapefruit sized balls was slowly filling with a gurgling reservoir of semen.

At this point Riolta stopped caressing the massive shaft with her hands and stepped forwards to close the gap between their bodies. She took the outside of each of her huge tits in her cupped hands and guided them to either side of the cock, pressing her voluptuous cleavage firmly around the massive length, enveloping the thick rod with her firm boobs. Now her face was only a few inches from his and Hudds could see the constellation of glistening globules glittering on her face, from the tiny spherical flecks that adorned the tips of the eyelashes of her left eye to the slimy coagulation of oozing cum that hung in a sticky band from her chin. All the time she had his thick shaft nestled in the valley of her succulent titflesh, rocking her firm mounds against the sensitive glans. The liberal flood of precum that wept from his cockend lubricated the slippery valley with the accompaniment of a slick slapping sound.

‘I think being stuck to the wall with cum is the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me,’ Riolta continued, ‘but the night is still young, stud.’

Hudds took Riolta’s giant tits in his hands and started to maul then up and down over his dick, manipulating the golden mounds around his vastly swollen cockend, while Riolta released her grip on her boobs and instead started to fondle the Watchman’s giant balls, feeling to swishing bag of cum that dangled down between his legs. When she added her tongue to the mix, lapping hungrily at his huge cockend, Hudds once again felt he was going to cum.