Zalah introduces herself

Returning from his performance up on stage, Linden was feeling sort of beat. After all this time it was still quite a thrill to perform for a room full of women who were ogling him intently as he did his best, and failed, to emulate his idol Malmzart. Even as a penniless drunk with stiff fingers and an appearance wrecked by the passage of time and far too many drinks, Malmzart was still able to perform with a skill and sense of purpose that left the young balladeer feeling hopelessly outmatched.

Heaviest on his mind at the moment however was the fact that it was just two days ago that he had last propositioned Celia, the actress who was now pretty much the talk of the town after a stage performance in which she had first taken a cock up her ass and then worn the resulting cumshot for the final three acts of the play. Already a daring move to do it once, Celia had most likely been the cause of the production’s unforeseen success as she carried herself on stage in the same all throughout the three weeks that had gone by since its premiere, showing a keen sense of showmanship by alternating both when and through what actions that she would receive a hefty jizz-load to sport as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Since the blonde actress was very dear to him, Linden had obviously disliked what she was doing, and had said as much on the occasions when he had attempted to woo her. Unsurprisingly, she had yet to heed his advice, and hadn’t exactly showed any keenness towards his suggestion that the two of them “should get together”, a suggestion that he never failed to stumble out in a way that made him appear as anything but the epitome of masculine self-confidence.

If Malmzart had **** to use as a way to overcome failure with, then Linden had sex. In the fifty or so hours that had gone by since he had been turned down again by Celia, he had no idea as to why she kept allowing him to make the propositions which she had yet to fail to turn down, Linden had slept with about a dozen women, his memory was a bit bungled as to how many, where and when at this point, and his life had yet again come to be little more than a lengthy and rather monotone display of stacked women crying out their lusts as he showed his cock into them.
As always, Linden had by now become tired of living his life in such a way, and what he would normally have done at this point was to swear of sex until he could finally be with his cherished Celia. Normally however, Linden didn’t push open a door and find himself faced with the enticing sight of a superiorly curvaceous blonde gasping loudly as she sat on top of a table whilst straddling a brunette who was by all accounts licking her pussy in a most vigorous fashion.

Gulping at the sight, Linden stopped dead in his tracks, the knuckles of his right hand growing pale as he maintained a cramped hold of the door handle with it.
Stuttering out a lengthy gasp while tossing her head about so that her hair, a collection of thick curls with an almost golden sheen to them, shot through the air in a way which almost served to distract him from the look of pure bliss that was on her face, Linden was at a loss about what to do.

Feeling his cock tremble as he watched the blonde’s incredible body tense up and heard her stuttered gasp turning into a scream which gradually grew in strength and intensity, Linden gently dropped his lute to floor, being careful not to allow his gaze to drift from the busty blonde for even a fraction of a second.

Finally, after a climax which seemed to last for longer than anything that Linden had ever seen before, the woman calmed down and dismounted her lover to stand on the floor next to the table.

It was only now that she acknowledged his presence in his room by sending him a look so smouldering with raw sexual lust that it actually made him feel weak at the knees.

The woman was formidable sight. Equipped with a slender waist and wide hips, the woman had a perfectly shaped midriff which consisted of a belly-button with a ruby stuffed into it, a belly-button that was surrounded by muscles which were so flawlessly shaped and contoured that they had an erotic quality to them all on their own. Not that her belly was bound to get all that much attention, hemmed in as it was between her bald, puffy slit that oozed out its wetness in great quantities, the thick juices being wiped all across her crotch and the inside of her thighs, and her tits, which were as large as they were firm, the two exquisitely rounded orbs of succulent titflesh being crowned by small, hard nipples which were dark in a way that made stand out nicely against the virtual sea of bronzed skin that surrounded them. Her legs were long and nimble-looking, while the woman’s face was breathtaking in its beauty, a perfect composition of just about the plumpest, reddest lips that he had ever seen, a finely shaped chin and cheekbones that were equally fine in their shape, and a pair of bright eyes which had an alluring radiance to them which almost made it painful to meet her gaze.

Apparently having decided that the best thing that she could with a body like that was to flaunt it, the woman was dressed, though that was a very liberal understanding of the word, in belt consisting of silver-disks and which helped to accentuate the appealing shape of her waist, and a pair of stripper-heels which looked as if they took some getting used to.

Just looking at the woman was enough to make Linden wish that it had been him who had had the privilege of being the one to spray her with the large deposits of jizz that were now dripping out of her asshole so that a puddle was forming on the floor in no time.

“I’m Zalah,” the blonde woman said by way of an introduction, “and I’m going to fuck you so long and so well that you’ll forget your own name.”

The fact that Zalah had said this in a way which was perfectly serious, a collected statement of purpose rather than anything boisterous was something which caused Linden to not know whether he should rip his pants open or simply fall to the floor in a rare case of horniness-induced catatonia.