They rose the next day, ate a small breakfast that Elf (as he had nicknamed the tomboyish Lady of Hort) prepared, mounted Richard of Millhouse and headed north toward Elf's city. By midday, Ponkert saw the towers of the battlement-surrounded city rise from the flat meadowland that they had moved into. Another hour's ride brought them before a massive oak portal, protecting the city of Hort from invasion. A brief exchange of pleasantries between Elf and a guard and they rode within.
The teeming bustle of an Earth city was missing in Ponkert's first encounter with a Keller city. The populace was in evidence in great numbers, but the headlong rush of Earth city-dwellers was definitely missing.
Following the girl's directions, he reined to the centre of the city.
Rising several stories above street level was a huge palace. Fronted with jet, it gleamed darkly in the afternoon sun. Polished white marble steps pointed the way to the brass-studded main entryway. Ponkert began to think that Tomar the Profligate was well named. Such opulence wasn't the product of a small imagination.
Dismounting as a guard took Richard's reins, the Earthman followed Elf through the palace portal, Inside was a hall that seemed to stretch for miles. At the end, almost lost in the distance, Ponkert saw a magnificent throne that glittered and caught the light from several strategically placed windows. Seated atop the throne was a man who could only be Elf's father, Tomar.
When they eventually reached the foot of the throne's dais, Ponkert carefully appraised the value of the diamonds and rubies plastered like sequins over its sides. First the beautiful, willing women and now evidence of wealth beyond his wildest dreams-he had made the right decision to exploit this planet called Keller.
As Elf recounted the attack of the direwolves and her rescue by Ponkert's magic, the Earthman carefully studied her father, the king.
Tomar was no slug-fat sybarite. While sybarite he might be, well-toned muscles bulged on his arms and a barrel-like chest strained the purple velvet of his robes. Tomar was definitely not the type of man one wanted to meet alone in a dark alley.
When Elf finished her narrative, Tomar's voice boomed in friendliness,
"Lord Ponkert, you have my thanks for what you have done. Although my oldest son, Cleve, has joined the gods of Ulfblom, you have saved my only daughter. Any reward I have would be small in comparison, but I shall try to repay you!"
With a clap on his massive hands, three servants entered the room, and Tomar spoke again, "Follow them and they will prepare you."
Unquestioning, Ponkert did as he was directed. Marching from the throne chamber down another long hall, he followed the three into an expansive bed chamber.
"These will be your quarters while in Hort," one of the servants explained. "A change of clothes and a bath is waiting."
With that, the three left and Ponkert was alone. A brief exploration of the room and he had located a small sunken pool next to one wall.
Various containers of perfumed oils and soap were lined up at the bath.
Without hesitating, he peeled his clothes from his body and stepped in.
The cleansing waters and a razor he found among the containers had him feeling like a new man within moments. Drying himself on a coarse towel, Ponkert walked to the bed where a new suit of clothes was laid out for his use.
Both the tight fitting trousers and loose tunic were white. The cape, however, was royal purple trimmed in gold braid. Ermine-lined knee-boots completed the livery. After donning the outfit, he felt like the prince he claimed to be.
Smiling, he admitted to himself that given a little more time, he could really get into the styles of Keller. This whole medieval scene appealed to something within him, which he couldn't put his finger on.
Then there was a knock at the door to his room and the three servants appeared. One of them spoke, "Tomar bids you join him."
Ponkert nodded and followed. This time their trek took them through a series of winding halls that eventually opened into a gigantic cathedral-like chamber filled with row upon row of tables. Apparently he had walked into the midst of a great feast and all the eyes of the feasters turned to him as he entered.
Tomar rose from the head table and waved him to his side. Moving through the maze of revelers, the Earthman took a seat next to the Hortian king.
Tomar slapped him on the back, then dropped to his chair and the feasting began.
The banquet was opulent to match the surroundings. Wine, orange coloured, flowed in great floods. The food was as delectable as it was indescribable. Ponkert's taste buds thought they recognized pheasant and quail among the various meats he sampled. That was until Elf, who sat on the opposite side of her father, explained the meat was waterboa, a large river snake, and slimespider, whose name described its appearance and habitat. He shivered a bit thinking of eating a slimespider, but he had already downed so much wine that he would have shaken hands, or hairy legs as the case was, with the spider had it chanced into the great dining hall.
As much as he enjoyed the feast in his honour, his eyes were drawn to those of Elf, who studied him with sideways glances. His own gazes were somewhat more bold. The red-haired girl was dressed in a white lace gown that would have put Queen Guinevere to shame.
The gown dipped sharply in front, exposing a very tantalizing tight-pressed valley between two nicely proportioned breasts that had been well-hidden by the clothes he had first seen her in. The gown also hinted at the pleasing curves that lay beneath the delicate fabric, although it revealed nothing further to his disappointed eyes. As he studied the gem-like sparkle of her hazel eyes and the rosy pink blush of the evening that touched her cheeks, Ponkert wondered if he had not been a little hasty in refusing her offer back in the glade where he had rescued her.
After giving a serving girl an affectionate pinch on her ample ass, Tomar suddenly rose from his chair and raised his arms for silence within the hall.
"I, King Tomar of Hort," he proclaimed to the feastors, "declare a national holiday. Lord Ponkert has saved Princess Elfgwynne from the jaws of direwolves! For this noble act, I reward him with these!"
A chamois-like, pouch flipped from the king's fingers and landed with a heavy "plunk" before Ponkert. Gingerly, the Earthman pulled the drawstring and extracted a skilfully manufactured gold chain with a large oval medallion dangling from the centre. Grinning, he slipped the gaudy emerald and ruby adorned medal over his neck. A cheer broke from the lips of the revelers.
"To Baron Ponkert of Hort" Tomar's voice rose above the crowd's din as he raised a goblet of wine to his lips.
In turn, Ponkert lifted his glass and cried out a toast of his own, "To Hort's powerful ruler, King Tomar the Profligate!"
A cheer went up that lasted every bit of ten minutes. When the cacophony died to a muted roar, the crew of feastors fell to serious drinking. The effects of their over-indulgence was evident within the hour as the majority of the celebrators were taken by a drunken stupor. Ponkert, while somewhat dizzy, was still prepared for a long night, as was Tomar it seemed. Elf had retired for the evening.
"Come," the king whispered. "Now is the time for the House of White Satin."
Nodding in reply, the Earthman followed his royal companion as they reeled out of the great hall into the almost deserted streets of the city. After a hastily winding journey down a maze of backstreets, the king stopped abruptly before a building with a white stone facade.
With a brawny fist he pounded on a dark wooden door until the portal opened slightly. Then it was pulled inward fully and a willowy brunette of incredible beauty rocketed out. Her arms wrapped around Tomar's bull-like neck and her lips attempted to smother him with wet, passionate kisses. It was quite obvious that the royal visitor was not a stranger.
Lifting the girl in his arms as if she were a feather, Tomar stepped into the building and called out, "Hide the women! Tomar and his newest baron, Ponkert the Horny, are here to rape them all!"
The woman suspended from his neck like a sexy, living necklace laughed gleefully and cried in return, "Yes! Hide the rest! I want these two to myself!"
Tomar's laughter echoed against the walls as he lowered the girl to her feet and planted, a firm hand on her ass with a resounding slap. "Bitch!
Hold thy nymphomaniac hunger. One woman will not satisfy our lust tonight! Tell Cynda and Mara and Leda to get their asses out here! I want to see their asses!"
"What of poor Jocelyn?" the brunette pouted. "Would you toss me aside?"
"Nay, Tomar, don't send her off," Ponkert spoke from the door. "She pleases me."
"Hold your choice, young baron," Tomar commanded, stopping the brunette who tried to scamper to Ponkert's arms. "First see the other merchandise."
"Yes." A dark haired woman, robed in a flowing white caftan spoke as she entered the room through a curtained archway. "My establishment is small, but the girls I offer are specialists as well as beautiful."
A grin split Tomar's face. "Ahhh, Urusula, you still outshine your girls. If only… "
"My lord," the woman smiled, bowing, "when I decide to take a man, you know it will be you."
Tomar signalled Ponkert to his side as Urusula directed Jocelyn to the far side of the room. The girl poised herself very seductively.
"Ponkert, I'd like you to meet the most delightful madam in the pleasure house business-Urusula, proprietor of the House of White Satin."
The white-robed woman bowed slightly, then began, "You have already met Jocelyn." Her arm waved to the girl. "Her breasts and mouth hold many pleasures for a man.
Ponkert watched as the brown-haired pleasure girl turned slowly for his examination. Her skimpy harem costume did little to hide her wares. Her mammoth mammaries jiggled excitedly under his gaze as if trying to escape the confines of the small, coin-covered halter that held the mounds of flesh. Her pink tongue flicked across the fullness of her lips, leaving a slick inviting trail of wetness.
In an old lust-filled reaction, Ponkert's testicles tightened in his sac as he watched the temptress pivot before him. Somehow, he felt he would stick with his original selection.
"Her tits droop too much for my tastes," Tomar mumbled.
Urusula clapped her hands once in response. Answering the signal, a small, sprightly girl entered through the curtains and took her place next to Jocelyn.
Ponkert's balls tightened and retightened as he looked to the new piece of merchandise Urusula was offering. The girl's short blonde hair looked a little out of place in the odalisque costume she wore. But the rest of her body did not! Every inch of willing womanflesh strained against the thin fabric she wore.
"Cynda," Urusula announced. "Her ass is hot and tight, and trained to hold a man like a grasping hand."
"Yesss," Tomar commented in a low aroused whisper.
Urusula clapped again and a raven-haired beauty trotted into the room.
"Mara," as the madam announced, was the master of the thousand and one positions contained in Antis Atla, Keller's equivalent of Earth's Kama Sutra. While the girl was rather short, the oriental slant to her dark eyes beckoned Ponkert like a magnet.
The last girl summoned was Leda, whose breasts, which were the size of watermelons, were also her specialty. While the auburn-haired girl was a little too plump, Ponkert's pulse doubled in pace at the mere thought of being allowed free rein with her tremendous tits.
"We'll take them all," Tomar exclaimed, tossing Urusula a jiggling bag of coins. "Lock the doors! Tonight the House of White Satin entertains a private party!"
As Urusula did as commanded, Tomar summoned Cynda to him, "Your choice, my baron."
"I chose earlier," the Earthman responded, and was immediately greeted by an over-joyous bundle of brunette in his arms.
"You'll not regret your decision, milord," the girl called Jocelyn whispered as her tongue swirled over his ear.
Tomar spoke again, "Mara and Leda, do not go far. We do have plans for you, too!"
With that Jocelyn led Ponkert into a huge room through another set of curtains. Tomar and Cynda, already disrobing, followed.
The room was tremendous in size, but bare of all furniture. However, plush, deep-piled velvet pillows lined the walls and were randomly scattered over the floor. Except for the ceiling, which was a smoky, glassed mirror, and the pillows, everything else in the room was white Satin. Obviously the source of the establishments name-House of White Satin.
As the now half-nude Tomar and Cynda moved toward one end of the white room, Jocelyn pulled Ponkert to the other. Eagerly, she maneuvered him to one of the soft, slickly inviting pillows, and before he could blink, began divesting him of his newly acquired clothing. Expertly, her fingers fell to their task, and within the passage of a few seconds, the Earthman lay naked on the white velvet, watching the titillating brunette begin stripping.
Her long fingers, tipped with red-painted nails, slipped beneath the edge of the purple briefs she wore. Tantalizingly slowly, she slithered free of the cloth and the diaphanous bloomers that were attached. Her dark eyes glinted with sensual fire as she watched her partner's eyes rove up the long sensuous curve of her firm calves to her supple, creamy thighs, finally alighting on the light-brown covered triangle of her sex.
"The sleeping snake awakes," the girl smiled, her eyes directed to the throbbing hose of his penis that slowly jerked its way upward. "He likes what he sees"
"Yesss!" the Earthman whispered in reply. "Very much so!"
"Good," she answered, slipping her long arms behind her back. "The best is yet to come."
The silver coins covering the bra-shaped halter to her outfit tinkled quietly as her hand fumbled with the clasps. Then as if the garment had a will of its own, it slipped free, falling noisily to the white floor.
Ponkert's breath almost whistled as he sucked in sharply. The sight meeting his eyes was fantastic. Two enormous, brown-crested breasts bounced outward, having escaped the cloth that had held them back. They danced a perky little jig that brought the rising pole at his crotch to full mast. The girl's eyes sparkled with lust-filled fire as she bathed in his admiring gaze.
Without a word, he motioned with his hands. The girl responded like a stalking leopardess, her fluid body rippling with excitement as she came. His hands reached up to grasp the slightly pendulous jugs of flesh bouncing from her chest as she knelt beside him. She didn't protest, but moaned softly into his ear.
As her tongue playfully darted over his ear lobe, his hands devoted full attention to the massive mounds of pliable flesh he now controlled.
Subduing his eagerness, he circled the huge creamy mounds, barely letting his fingers touch the velvet skin. He watched as the brown nipples, cresting the over-sized tits, grew hard and erect without the slightest brush of his fingertips.
Spiralling his bands upward toward the tempting, taut buttons, he increased the pressure of his palms and kneaded the pillowy mounds. In reaction, the girl's moaning grew in intensity, directing him to further exploration.
His fingers finally found the sexually hardened nipples they sought.
Brutally, he scissored them with his fingers, mashing and squeezing them with delicate force. The lovely brunette at his side jerked back. Her eyes stared through a mist of lust and confusion.
Holding her eyes with his, his hands caught up the twin mounds of pleasure and soothingly rolled the almost flaccid flesh against her chest. Playfully, he tried to flatten the enormous jugs. The task was impossible, but it was so much fun trying.
Bathing in the sexual heat that radiated from the delightful globes, his fervid hands could not get enough of the feel of her. Likewise, there was no longer confusion in the girl's dark eyes! Her head now rolled sensuously on her shoulders and a wet pink tongue licked eagerly over her full lips.
Up and down he rolled the solidness of her flesh, listening as her moans rose in time with his work. He squeezed his fingers into the creamy pillows, watching as the white skin squelched up. He thrust upward, then watched them jiggle back to their original desirable form. He tugged them downward, straining the deliciously white skin even whiter. Then he released them, enjoying the sight of the ponderous globes springing back, their lust-stiffened nipples jutting out to him.
If there was any doubt that these enormous tits were his to do with as he pleased, they were put aside by the girl's grateful hands that caressed his cheeks in appreciation.
"Your mouth," the brunette managed to groan between excited moans.
"Pleaseee! I am so close! Please your mouth!"
Suddenly realizing the jumbo-proportioned jugs were every bit as sensitive as they appeared to be, he did exactly as the girl requested.
Clasping the bountiful breasts, he tugged forward bringing the mountains of vanilla flesh homing in on his face. Opening his mouth wide, he accepted one of the dark brown nipples that wanted him as much as he wanted it. His tongue gently caressed the excited bud and washed over the equally aroused aureole surrounding it.
"Ohhhh! Yesss!" the girl quivered beside him. "It's good! Sooooo!
Gooooood!"
With that he had to agree. It was good! And he was enjoying it as much as the brunette above him.
Clamping his teeth around the stiff little bud, his tongue lovingly swirled around and around the wanton button. He savoured the warm, hard but flexible texture of the lust-ignited nipple. The girl's breathing was now a continual moan of desire. His teeth bit tighter, obtaining a secure hold on the sensitive tit-tip. Teasing at the dark cherry with his tongue, he eased his mouth away. The nipple stretched and paled, flooding the girl with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. She squealed with delight and lovingly cradled his head.
When at last his teeth released their grasp on the sensation-filled nipple, he found his mouth being stuffed with another mound of milky womanflesh. Straining his jaws as wide as possible, he took as much of the marshmallowy mass as he could. Gratefully, the girl groaned and trembled as his lips and tongue repeated their activities for the newcomer. The girl was quickly reaching the point of climax, the point he knew she had been directing him to.
As her groans turned to pleading whimpers of release, his lips and tongue went to work double-time. Ardently he sucked at the lust-gorged nipple as if trying to unseat it from its fleshy perch. A veritable oral whip, his tongue lashed across the stiff button of flesh, driving the girl higher and higher.
When she came, he caught her in his arms and gently caressed the super-sensitive breasts, while her body quaked and trembled under the blasts of rocking pleasure that reigned in her body.
When at last her heavy breathing subsided and the last tremors had stilled, her eyes fluttered open weakly and she smiled at him, "Milord, you are something special-too few are the men that care about the pleasure of their women."
In reply, he squeezed one of the massive tits, bringing another deep-throated groan from the girl. "These are my pleasure, too!"
The girl smiled again, fully knowing his meaning, "But now, it is my turn!"
Slowly, almost reluctantly, she removed herself from his arms. Reaching to her side, she grabbed one of the white pillows dotting the floor of the room, then tucked it behind his back. Her fingertips lightly eased him back into the softness of the cushion.
"This is so that your eyes will not be denied the delight," she explained, as her fingers teased through the hairs of his chest and toyed with the small pebbles of his nipples. "Most women do not realize that half the pleasure from their mouths comes in allowing their men to watch!"
And watch he did as the naked pleasure woman eased his legs apart and slid between them. Positioning herself on her stomach, her head hovered above the glistening crown of his cock. The long and delightful adventure with the girl's super-sensitive breasts had produced a hard-on of heroic proportions.
Lying there before him, propped up on her elbows, the girl's dark eyes rolled to him and smiled. While she held him with her gaze, the fingers of one of her hidden hands managed to catch him in another hold, far more pleasureful. Gently, her cool fingers surrounded the tight sac holding his balls. Expertly, she massaged the wrinkled bag. He felt the kidney shaped rocks dance back and forth at his scrotum under the gentle pressure. He groaned softly and smiled down at the girl.
Realizing her actions were pleasing, the prone girl brought her other hand to the base of his bludgeoning prick. In an almost teasing fashion, her fingers wrapped around the thick rod. Her eyes flashed another smile as her hand lovingly stroked up and down the turgid length.
He revelled at the sexy sight of a woman stretched out between his legs.
His captured testicles seemed to draw even more securely against his scrotum as the girl's tongue washed over her luscious lips. Hypnotized, he watched her eye the thick crystal drop of preseminal fluid ooze from the slit in the centre of his glans. His position afforded him a full view as her moist oral digit curled out and tapped the drop. Electricity sizzled through his body at the soft, wet touch.
Her tongue returned to her mouth. She rolled her sampling of his juices, savouring it. Finding it to her liking, she swallowed. Coyly, her dark eyes rolled to him once more and her tongue returned to his cock, swirling and teasing over the sensitive, soft skin of his blood-swollen glans. The red crown of flesh was left glistening with her saliva.
Her attention turned to the ridged underside of his pulsing shaft.
Extending that delightful tongue to its limits, she ran its wet tip languorously along the ridge of skin emerging from the forest of hairs covering his balls upward to the soft folds of wrinkled skin surrounding the aching arrowhead of his sex.
The velvet-like, taunting touch of her oral caresses sent tremors of sensuous pleasure coursing through his groin. The lust-filled length of his cock pounded as blood rushed through it at an increasing rate. His hand-held balls ached within their sac at the prospect of such an enticing means of release.
The girl's mouth opened slightly and her teeth bit lightly down on the rock-hard pole. Like a child with a candy stick she nibbled down to the base, while her tongue twirled over the skin caught by her teeth. At the bottom of his throbbing sex, she reversed her path and nibbled back up to the swollen head that glistened with new juices welling from his loins. Without hesitating, she lapped up the new secretions.
The fast flourishes of her tongue brought pleasure-racked groans from his throat and his penis jerked violently in approval. His eyes still held by the woman between his legs, he watched once more as her eyes moved up to study his face, then she lowered them to the imposing rod she now worshipped.
Her head bobbed and her lips parted. Tantalizingly slowly, her head lowered toward the meaty crown. Her mouth widened and accepted the thick head, sheathing it in the warm shelter of the interior of her mouth.
Then as if to prove to him that she was the expert Urusula had said she was, the girl glided down the full length of his massive cock, taking every last inch of it in one fluid motion. She stopped only when he thought his balls were about to be encompassed by her predatory lips.
Moaning, he resisted the urge to crush the girl's hair in his fists and rape her face. Although she probably would not have minded, he was not being eaten by an amateur in the art of fellatio. This was a specialist-a professional.
Ball-achingly slow, she pulled herself off the hard cock, until only its throbbing glans pulsed within the sweetness of her mouth.
Then she sucked!
Excruciating pleasure-pain rocketed through his body, as the girl's vacuum-like mouth took hold. With all her might directed to her activities, it seemed to him that her mouth could fully lift him from the floor with her suction if she so intended to do it. There was no doubt in his mind that his cock was entrenched in the mouth of an oral expert.
Again she eased her mouth back down the thick length of his organ, taking it fully. Then back up she came, sucking and twirling her tongue over the fullness as she went.
Amazed by the sight, he watched as the cock-hungry girl increased the speed of her mouthy strokes. Where his glans had gently nudged the back of her throat when she had begun, the lust-gorged tip of his sex now pounded at her throat. Over and over she pulled up, then dropped down on the hard spike of man meat, impaling her face upon it. He no longer had the urge to rape her mouth-she was doing it for him!
He took the fantastic mouth for as long as he was able to endure. But at last, that tight knot of release blasted its way up the rigid pole of his lust. Violently, to match her own methods, he grasped the thick tresses of brunette hair. In a desperate hold, he held her educated lips and mouth to his exploding shaft.
But there was no need for his actions. The girl accepted the fiery load he offered. Willingly, she helped suck the opalescent fountains of hot come that spurted from the end of his prick. Helpless in his release, he watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked. Her throat twitched and bobbed as she swallowed every burning drop of the thick cream that coated her mouth and throat.
When at last she had sucked him dry, she removed her trained lips from his wilting penis. Smiling at the pleasure-weakened Earthman, she scurried from between his legs and moved to his side, nestling her head in the hollow of his shoulder. Almost absentmindedly, he fondled the tantalizing breasts that snuggled close to him as a "thank you" for the satisfaction she had brought. Kitten-like, the oral expert Jocelyn purred in return.
Fully enjoying the summery heat of Jocelyn's naked body against his, Ponkert's eyes moved across the room where his host and the girl Cynda were fully involved in their own form of sexual play.
Ponkert's first appraisal of Tomar's physique was accurate. The Hortian king may have been in his forties, but he had lost none of the steel-hard muscle of his youth. His biceps were the size of most men's thighs and his chest was a giant rain barrel. The Earthman had no chance to see if his cock matched the proportion of the rest of his body-it was fully entrenched in his companion's ass.
Ponkert's hand tightened on his own partner's tit as he watched the king pole into Cynda's bottom. Jocelyn, whose own attention had been drawn to the pair across the room, moaned and snuggled closer to her own man.
The small, short-haired blonde stood before Tomar. She was bent at the waist, her hands grasping her knees for support. Two well-formed tits bounced and bobbed from her chest as Tomar repeatedly lunged his fleshy sword between her perky buttocks. The sight of the two and the echoing words of Urusula, "Cynda-her ass is hot and tight and trained to hold a man like a grasping hand" were enough to stir new life to Ponkert's drowsy penis. But the Earthman had no intention of trying on Cynda. To do that would mean getting Tomar out of the way first. And Ponkert was no fool!
Instead, he settled back into the cushioning pillow to enjoy the bit of voyeurism that was being offered. Still he wondered if Cynda's ass could be as expertly trained as was Jocelyn's mouth.
As if having telepathically read Ponkert's thoughts, Tomar glanced at the Earthman and groaned in mid-stroke, "Tight-like a surgeon's glove-hot and tight!"
Ponkert grinned as he noticed Cynda twitch her ass, producing a deep groan from the king and drawing his attention back to her. Clutching the blonde by her waist, Tomar held her stationary and stopped his own motion.
The Hortian king, bent slightly and whispered, "Enough of the foreplay Now I intend to screw the hell out of this bottom of yours!"
The girl quivered noticeably and gooseflesh rippled over her body, "Yes, fuck me! Brand my bowels with that burning tool of yours!"
Snorting like a mighty black-maned stallion, he wrenched his cock from the woman, so that only the fat glans was retained in her ass hole. A devilish grin spread over his lips as his hands tenderly played over the smooth softness of her full buttocks.
In teasing fashion, he caressed the demi-globes of her ass cheeks.
Excited by his promise, the girl trembled in anticipation of the ravishing thrust that would eventually come. Piteous little whimpers were on her lips. Her breasts quivered and her arms shook. But still he waited.
Then in one powerful thrust, his hips sent the bulbous, throbbing lance of his sex searing deeply into the glove-like channel of her back. The girl groaned and gasped under the massive invasion. Involuntarily, she lunged forward, but the hands holding tightly to her small waist kept her from tumbling into the white pillows at her feet.
Again he slowly retracted from her ass. And again his hands played over her squirming, tense buttocks. The tight mouth of her anus contracted around the fleshy crown of his cock, bringing moans from the man behind her.
Again he waited, until he felt the lessening of pressure around his impaling rod. Gently and assuringly he stroked her ass and sides. The girl's trembling was constant now, but still he did not move. He was waiting for her body to cry out for him; to demand that he give her every bit of the fucking he had promised.
Then with a smooth, slow-motion lunge, he drilled all the way up into her clutching ass-channel. Deeper and deeper he plowed until his thick rod could go no further. She was tight! Like the rest of the women at the House of White Satin, she was a sex specialist. And her ass was her specialty.
The Hortian ruler groaned as he felt the steel-like muscles of her ass clamp along the entire length of his sex. Marvellous, white-hot heat flared within the depths of her bowels, burning around him. Sexual flames lapped in his loins as the hungry mouth of her ass squeezed tighter and tighter. His groans of pleasure filled the white room.
Then she relaxed and moved forward, preparing herself for another deep thrust. Accepting her invitation, his hands steadied her hips and he lunged forward skewering into the dark recesses of her back. Without the slightest pause, he wrenched free and poled back into the fiery heat of her bowels. The girl now moaned, realizing the whispered fucking had begun!
Over and over, he thrust the thick length of his cock into the willing ass hole. Drilling and plunging, he ramrodded his shaft into her searing bowels. His own lust-fired moans and groans mingled with those of his diminutive partner.
Meeting the rhythm of his strokes, the blonde pleasure girl began to rock back and forward. Her pink ass slapped into his hairy crotch wetly as she helped fuck herself on his meaty lance.
Fervently clutching at his reaming pole, her hips rotated and wiggled, sending electric thrills through the man mounted behind her. She pulled forward and his rod slithered from the velvet channel of her back. Then she heaved backward to meet the onrushing load of cock he speared into her ass.
The snug confines of her flaming bowels squeezed his pistoning shaft as it slid in and out of her. Harder and faster his attack mounted. His balls slapped against the bushy covering of her cunt.
Her buttocks splayed out on either side of his plunging cock. He grabbed her fleshy ass cheeks and squeezed, leaving the imprint of his fingers in stark red relief on the white background. Faster and faster he fucked, driving harder and harder into the tight tunnel of her bottom.
She aided, ramming her hips back toward each of his forward thrusts, then jerking away as he pulled out.
She bucked and pulled and milked him in a wildly driven attempt to pack even more of his ponderous organ into her body. The soft tissues of her hind-tunnel were now consumed with lust. In the heat of her passion she grunted and groaned like an animal, as did the man plowing into her from behind.
Using the tortured demi-globes of her buttocks as convenient handholds, he drove into the burning softness of her ass with increased power. The girl responded, matching him movement for movement.
When at last a low, deep cry of pleasure was wrenched from her panting lips, he allowed the volcanic fire of his loins to leap forward.
Grunting and groaning in bestial fulfilment, gallon upon gallon of thick white sexual cream spurted from his cock, filling the tight ass contracting around him.
Again and again, fountain after fountain rocketed into the ass of the girl writhing and twisting in pleasure before him. The flood of semen and sperm filled her drenched ass and welled from her, dripping down the insides of her thighs. Eventually, lubricated by his own come, he slipped the deflated rod from the clutching hole.
Together, king and pleasure specialist, they sank to the white pillows.
Gently, the Hortian ruler kissed the short-haired blonde as if she were his first lover.