Treats for just about everybody

From his view on the balcony Harold watched Riolta and Alexia link arms and make their way in a rather exhibitionistic fashion, out of the ballroom. He thought about following them, but then remembered that he had been ordered to stay at his post and was also fairly confident that Riolta would be able to deal with whatever unexpected contingency arose, should one do so. Below him in the room waiters were beginning to clear away the plates of the starter course, and he looked down to see what else was happening.

It so happened that Hudds was currently having his dick massaged through his trousers by a gorgeous slut. Harold rolled his eyes. Obviously the most beautiful woman in the world wasn’t enough for him. He could make out just enough to notice the seductive and vaguely carnivorous smile that played around Emmanuella’s lips as she watched indulgently as Lucia tried to get Hudds to blow in his trousers, and then looked at the older couple trying to ignore it.

Scanning for Delta, Harold realised that he was currently unable to catch hold of the stacked, icy blonde he had just assfucked. Momentarily panicked, his eyes scanned the room for her, his mind racing as to whether she might have been **** in the corridor that lead from the stairs to the balcony, the corridor that was unguarded.

As it happened, he saw her, circling one of the tables. She had not been standing in the usual place with the other servants. Watching her, Harold observed the huge-titted blonde take an unattended glass from the table while no-one was really paying any attention. Then the gorgeous, boobed handmaiden made her way back to stand in line with the others where she had been before. Harold looked, his brows furrowed, and then he saw Delta fit the glass under her dress between her legs. Her eyes were scanning the gallery for him, and when she caught sight of him, narrowed nastily. Wide-eyed at the display of debauch being done for him and him alone in a room full of people, he was amazed to see Delta withdraw the glass from between her legs, now full to the brim with his cum. Raising the glass to Harold in a silent toast, Delta smiled and drained the glass of semen she had extracted from her asshole in one go.

Hudds was having difficulty keeping up with the conversation in which Maxy was describing the Tsarina in great detail, and ordinarily it was something that he would have had great interest in hearing. Maxy had so far avoided giving a physical description, but from what Hudds could gather the young woman was pretty much to Khartof what Emmanuella was to Tharros. Hudds gave his best impression of someone being rapt at the dialogue, but he made the mistake of turning and looking at Lucia, who was giving him goo-goo eyes, her hand now firmly stroking his penis over the leather fabric of his trousers and looking for all the world as if she was figuring out how to get them off.

‘It really will, Countess, be quite momentous to have you and the Tsarina in the same room at the same time. Two of the greatest beauties of the age – not just the age, but ever to live!’

‘You’re too kind, Maxy,’ Emmanuella said.

‘We should commemorate the occasion,’ Maxy mused, then became seized with the idea, ‘yes! It absolutely should not be missed! We should commission a portrait! A portrait for the ages! Tell me, Emmanuella, you must have a favoured artist?’

Emmanuella thought for a moment, ‘hmmm… I daresay I could recommend someone…’

At this point Lucia moved her free hand abruptly and her fork clattered onto the floor, ‘oops!’ she said, ‘silly me!’

Instead of simply reaching down, Lucia took the unorthodox move of getting down underneath the table and disappearing from view. She didn’t come back up again. Hudds gulped, and immediately felt a hand on his groin.

Riolta and Alexia had made their way to the restroom and in doing so made the evenings of the two guards on the door as they sauntered sexily up to them and inside the room.

Vionne was standing, absurdly statuesque and amazingly proportioned, in the centre of the room, her hands resting on her hips in a gesture of impatience. Riolta was taken aback by her extraordinary beauty, the perfect proportions of her slender legs and her massive breasts, which dwarfed most sets of boobs she’s ever seen. They looked as though they had put the integrity of the immodest mesh top under **** pressure, and each strand of the material looked at though it was fighting to keep the megaboobs from exploding it.

‘You’ve cleaned all the cum off your face,’ said Riolta, ‘pity.’

‘Actually,’ announced Vionne, ‘I was just in the process of trying to get some more. That’s why I asked you here!’

‘But Redmond here is the one with the cum,’ Alexia said, ‘not us, honey.’

‘Quite right treacle-slit,’ said Vionne, ‘but he claims that he’s keeping it for you! I wanted him to blow a nice big load on my tits and he said he wanted to be faithful! That he couldn’t go behind your back, even for a high-priestess of Girvyn!’

‘Oh, that’s sweet,’ said Alexia, ‘but it’s hardly right to deny our guest hospitality, Redmond.’

At this, both Alexia and Riolta practically tore at Redmond’s breeches in an attempt to get them off. After a short struggle, which Vionne watched with an imperious smile and a raised eyebrow, the two huge-boobed babes succeeded in releasing Redmond’s monstercock, which jutted out, a solid pole, pointing directly at the blonde slut.

‘This shouldn’t take long, Vionne,’ Alexia announced, winking at the high-priestess before spitting into the palms of her skintight black leather gloves and grasping Redmond’s shaft firmly between them.

‘Yes,’ agreed Riolta, using her own black gloved hands to maul Redmond’s heavily hanging balls, ‘we’ll be out of here in time for the next course…’

Redmond watched as the two minxes used their elegantly leather gloved hands to massage him, and looked at Vionne, the gorgeous vision who had instructed him to paint her, begin to feel her own tits. This couldn’t have worked out better if he’d planned it himself…

Lucia’s disappearance under the table was momentarily forgotten when Delta came to the table and put a glass full of a thick white liquid in front of Emmanuella.

‘Milady,’ said Delta, before withdrawing.

‘What’s that?’ asked Maxy.

Emmanuella thought, ‘it’s… ah… it’s my medicine. I always take it about now at night.’

She saluted the table with the glass and downed it in one, ‘it tastes horrible!’ she said, smiling gleefully.