She lets Perrima decide

“Since I’m now your bitch,” Zalah began with a naughty grin, “I’ll leave that up to you.”
“Hmm, technically you won’t be that until the morning.” Perrima replied, placing her hands on her bared hips.
“No, but I suppose it’s best to get started with it right away.”
“You’ve always been an impetuous little tramp,” Perrima commented on Zalah’s character with a cocked eyebrow, “but alright, you’ll get your wish. We’ll leave without cleaning up, and you’ll venture out in the nude, and stay that way until we get back to my place.”

As the two women approached the door, with most of the others having opted for cleaning up after the evening’s excursions at the club, Perrima spotted the bouncer, Gilbert, who remained by the discreet exit and who still stood around in the buff, his long, thick cock still pointing towards the floor and exhuming hard, powerful virility.
This gave Perrima an idea of how to tease her new ****, while at the same time sate her own hunger for more sex, and she began to sway her hips seductively as she moved towards the heavy-set, muscular stud.

Elissa, who had opted for not getting having her voluptuous body tidied up somewhat, and Zoelle, who was currently standing with her arms stretched-out to allow her servant, a buxom brunette clad in a black thong, black leggings and a miniscule white top that hugged around her ample chest, washed and rinsed her mistress’ body clean of the thick deposits of cum, sweat and cunt-juice that adorned, smiled knowingly towards each other, and watched as Perrima stopped in front of Gilbert.

“Zalah,” Perrima began, having caught the thick tube of meat and lifted it upwards, “do you know what you aren’t allowed to do?”
Then, refuting Zalah the opportunity to respond to her question, Perrima once more let go off Gilbert’s cock and span round, holding her buttocks apart with her hands as Gilbert violently thrust his cock into her pussy, filling her up to the brim as she shouted out “This!” at Zalah.

“Now,” Perrima began, her speech coming out in short intervals which were all interrupted by the groans which she uttered in response to Gilbert’s sudden, intense pounding of her wet pussy, “you’re going to watch me climax on this hard cock and have my pussy filled up with cum, and you’re not going to touch yourself or anyone else while you do so, understood?”

Pouting her lip in disappointment, Zalah bit her own bullet and nodded her head at Perrima, demonstratively crossing her arms and doing her best not to satisfy her urge to get over there and place her head under Perrima’s snatch so that she could lick Gilbert’s fat dick each time that it came rocketing out of the redhead’s tight pussy.

Zalah’s frustrations were made worse by the other women continuing to speculate on what they were going to have Zalah do and what they would have done to her on their days, each proposal being more depraved than the previous one, with the women then each slapping her ass and teasingly blowing her kisses as they walked past her.

Zalah’s pussy was quivering with excitement, tormenting her as she clenched her fists and watched Perrima start to buck enthusiastically against Gilbert’s hard cock, the curvaceous redhead crying out “Fuck me!” as juices started to pour from her climactic quim.

As a finale, Perrima slid off the hard dick and dropped to her knees in front of Gilbert, allowing the muscular stud to jerk himself off in front of her face, soon sending thick gobs of cum to splatter over her cheeks and lips, painting her hair and tits with a new layer of glistening white.

“That was mean,” Zalah complained as the two women exited the building, soon causing a smaller sensation around them as they stepped out onto the street, located not far from the Kettle’s edge. Men and women alike turned to look at Perrima and Zalah, including those who had long since noticed the throng of well-fucked and often naked women which exited the seemingly derelict house from time to time, “making me watch you like that.”

“Don’t complain,” Perrima told Zalah with mock sternness, “and besides, I have thought of a little something which should make you feel a lot more contented.”
“What?” Zalah asked, eager to find out what Perrima was planning for her.

“This!” Perrima said, and then cried out “Come and fuck a slut!” as loud as she could, apparently aiming her proposal to anyone present on the street, adding “Come on up here and fuck this blonde whore good! No charge!”

At first, the pedestrians’ remained frozen, but soon one of them, a tall black man, stepped up to the two sluts.
“Did you mean that last bit?” He asked Perrima.
“Sure,” Perrima gave him a raunchy smile, “just drop your pants and slam your cock inside her.”
The man did so, revealing a relatively large and hard cock.

“That jewel protects you from venereal diseases, doesn’t it?” Perrima asked Zalah, knowing full well that it did, but wishing to give Zalah some idea of just what she was going to go through.
Nodding her head in a confirmative reply, Zalah soon found herself standing with her tits pressed against the wall as the man thrust his cock into her pussy from behind.

The journey to the house through the Kettle had taken them roughly ten minutes, but the journey back must have spanned well more than an hour as Zalah was subjected to the pattern of fucking a man and then walking a few steps before a new man stepped up, cock in hand.

When the harlots which worked the neighbourhood began to protest at how Zalah was stealing her customers, Perrima told them that they could take compensation by having Zalah lick their pussies.

Finding herself fucking or sucking every kind of human cock there was, from small to large and from black to white, and mixing that with licking the pussies or assholes of working women as well as female visitors to the Kettle, Zalah lost track of how many people climaxed on or inside her, as well as how many orgasms which she experienced herself.

At long last, they cleared the Kettle, Zalah being a staggering figure now completely drenched in layer upon layer of cum, having received the ejaculations of the studs inside the club as well as any willing man out on the streets, with plenty of cunt-juice in the mix, and Perrima looking relatively proper in comparison, despite her nudity and the copious amounts of cum on her voluptuous frame.

Carrying her and Zalah’s miniscule outfits in a small bag which the club had provided her with, Perrima led her blonde friend back to her house, but then stopped on the pavement outside.

There were still plenty of people present on the street, most of them heading towards the nearby Kettle, and all of them eyed the two sluts as they walked by.

“Did you enjoy that, slut? Having every man and woman who wanted to take advantage of you?” Perrima asked Zalah, who in reply sucked a long tendril of cum which had been dangling from her lower-lip back into her mouth, gulping down the gelatinous fluid.
“Gods, you are a slut!” Perrima grinned at her friend, and then added “Get down on your back.”

Lying down on the pavement, Zalah then watched Perrima lower herself down onto Zalah’s face, the redhead separating her buttocks with her hands as she presented her well-fucked, tight asshole to Zalah’s mouth.

Before Perrima had even spelled out the command for Zalah to “Lick it!” Zalah had her tongue pressed against the exposed rectum, expertly teasing it with her tongue.
By now, passers-by were stopping to become spectators as Perrima shifted her stance so that Zalah could instead lick her pussy, and drove her head down into her blonde friend’s snatch.

A crowd gathered around them as Perrima and Zalah engaged in a spirited 69.