Smutty Sabina's Daily Posts

My hips sway as I walk past the delicious mess our juniors are making right next to the exit of the stage, Julie sharing my laughter as our dear little whores make us proud. She has the same hunger in her eyes that I do, those perky lips of hers already moist and red with arousal, this bitch is so horny I almost consider giving the watching students an unforgettable show... Julie smirks, and mouths, later, so we keep walking instead. The path out of the temporary stadium was kept clear, the pair of us are able to circle around the vast number of people filling the gentle grass bowl to watch the performances. From our relative height we can spot the small eddies and whirls of the crowd, watching the two vortexes of Belle and Haneul drifting their way through the press. Julie scans the crowd, eyes narrowing until she sees what she is after, and with a kiss goodbye, she penetrates the living wall of students. See you later, girlfriend!

Every slut has their own particular tastes, and Julie's is hunky jocks. She just loves being manhandled by guys with more meat than brains, picked up and used by them like the petite sex toy she acts like. Which is pretty fun to watch, and my thighs moisten further as I saunter along remembering it, it's almost enough to make me turn around so I can watch, and join in the fun. Almost. Studs are boring. They already get enough pussy from their groupies, if they aren't pounding the school beauties then they have the weirdos lined up to service their cocks. So they might be good fucks, but there's no enthusiasm to them, no spice, you're just another hole they deserve to fuck. Which can be fun, but like, also boring. Nah, if you want to really get fucked, you go and find the losers.

The dregs. The perma-virgins. The losers whose only sex has been paid for or with their own hand. They want it. They want it so fucking bad. And when I open my legs for them its like dropping a fat juicy steak in front of a starving job. They go feral. They fuck me like it's the last pussy they'll get in a decade, pounding me until their dicks break or they pass out from exhaustion. Way more satisfying than some entitled asshole giving you the ol' pump-n-dump! And like any good slut, I did my research before this performance, and make a beeline towards one of the nearby buildings scattered around the stage. I slide through the scattered groups of students, losing my usual saunter to avoid too much attention. I mean, I'm Natty, of course people are going to stop and stare, but at least I can avoid getting gangbanged before reaching my goal.

Several handies and an unsurprisingly quick blowjob later, I'm inside the building, and after a few more hand jobs I'm walking towards the door I've been looking for. Idle music blares through the open windows, the breeze stirring my hair, as an announcer drones about the upcoming artists on next. Aespa. Their performances might be a bit stale, but they sure know how to make those panties drop and cocks pop. I breeze past some gawping morons (okay, I actually got spitroasted, but shush), before finding the correct room number. "The Anime Club", the piece of paper taped to the door reads, oh this is going to be so much fun. Wearing my widest smile I slam open the door and pose against the doorframe, my eyes sweeping across the startled faces filling the room, the stench of sweat and undrained balls tickling my nose, "Hey losers," I purr, "Wanna fuck?" One guy lets out a startled moan and clutches at his crotch, did he just cream himself? Oh fuck yeah, this is the right place.

I strut into the room like I own it, which I do now, shedding my clothes as I go, revealing my tanned, curvy body for these low-lives to drool over. There are girls mixed in to the press, over-dressed and with too much makeup on, no doubt used to lording over the men in here, glaring at me jealously as a lay claim to their little harem. But the smirk on my face as I glance at them tells them that this was an inclusive event, why bother having a gangbang when you can have an orgy instead. I saunter into the middle of the room, which coincidentally already has a space cleared in it, the surrounding desks and chairs kicked aside, and set my hand on my hip, "Well, do you want to fuck an idol or not?" I sigh sluttily, "Don't bother with protection, none of you have fucked enough to catch anything..." silence greets this announcement, and I roll my eyes in irritation, "That means you can fuck me raw, idiots," and like magic their clothes come flying off.

Before I can blink I am surrounded by sweaty losers, each pushing and fighting to get a handful of me, to grope my thick ass or my perky breasts, to get to kiss my perky lips with their filthy mouths. A dozen hands hungrily roam my body, clammily rubbing and squeezing my premier flesh, desperate to experience what they've watched happen a hundred times on their screens. The door slams shut behind me, and I hear the clunk of the lock, and then the screech of a table being shoved against it, and I know the only way I was leaving this room was covered in cum. Just the way I love it. Their erect cocks rub and poke at me, and soon my hands are busy once more, drifting between dicks and the occasional pussy as I say hello to them all. Then I drop into a squat so I can greet my new friends with a big sloppy kiss.

The trick to getting blowbanged is to make sure nobody gets a good handle on your head when they're in your mouth, because otherwise the will fuck your face until they- I gulp down the thick example of my lesson, some guy groaning while his cum fills my mouth; okay fine, it's not as easy as it sounds. I finish slurping and turn my head to accept the next cock into my mouth, sucking on his warm, hard meat before quickly moving onto the next one. It's fun having some guys creampie my face, but when all of them get to do it it gets boring fast. I've got other holes that need to be filled too! Speaking of which, one of the girls is doing a great job eating me out while I crouch over her face, having been scooted into the scrum on her back. She keeps getting stepped on, but I think she enjoys it. Another loser unloads into my hair from behind, just as the dick in my right hand hand explodes onto my face, my pussy starts making louder noises as I relish the feeling of being covered with spunk. Fuck it, I need to get plowed.

I rise up from the ring of smelly bodies like a beautiful flower, my gaze sweeping the room to drink in the details that I missed while I was buried in pulsing cocks. Things have gotten a bit crazy while I was down, and it looks like the orgy is in full swing. One girl is on her knees rubbing two cocks together, while another slut is taking it up the ass. Two bitches are busy fisting each other, some pervert is jacking off using one of their hair, and one of the gaudily dressed girls turns out to be a boy after all, and has her skirts up around her waist while she gets plowed from behind, her flaccid cock flopping leakily with every thrust. Hot. Well it's time to join in the fun, and I languidly lean forward while hands find my body once more, I start sucking one of the dicks being shoved into my face, letting whoever was behind me figure it out. There's some commotion behind me, but soon enough something warm and hard is pushing between my cheeks. Hopefully it ends up in my pussy and not my ass, these morons can never get it in the right hole.

To my slight surprise my pussy gets filled with throbbing man-meat, and I shudder with delight as pleasure suffuses my belly, god I love taking dick. Warmth pulses through my groin as my lover roughly pounds away at me with an almost virginal lack of skill, so greedy to creampie me, to unload his cum as deep inside of me as possible, he's desperate for it. Confident that things will work themselves out back there, I turn my attention to cock in my mouth, and start showing off a little; I am an idol after all. I take my lover's burning rod down my throat, my tongue flickering against his shaft while I swallow him to the hilt, my chin nestled against his hairy balls. Then I look up at him and wink, causing his member to spasm as it spurts down my throat. Whoops. And right on schedule, the trash filling my other hole adds his own load to the party, flooding my pussy with his sticky warmth. Mmmph.

Then fresh cocks take their places, and once more I am bouncing between two dicks, spitroasted by losers who have barely even kissed a girl, and now they're fucking an idol raw. God they are pounding me so damn hard. One blows, and then the other, and then another just empties himself all over my butt before some other deviant shoves his dick in my ass. Thin, thick, long, small, doesn't matter the size, I take them all! It all blurs together, a ceaseless plowing from both ends, broken only when a coochie gets shoved into my mouth instead of a cock, half the time they're already dripping with semen. Delicious. I won it like the slut I am, until finally there's enough of a break for me to stand up and take stock of what I've missed. I smile. The orgy is in full swing, all inhibitions tossed aside, cocks spray over quivering flesh, fingers dig into pliant holes, mouths open in groans only to be filled by sopping genitals, half the couples here will either break up or discover they enjoy a few more bodies in their relationship. I am so fucking wet.

With a smirk I lay back on a nearby table, my hair soaking in a puddle of squirt and jizz, my legs open wide in invitation for anyone who wants a taste of premium idol pussy. My first partner arrives, some obese loser with a dick shorter than my pinky, and I lick my lips as he buries me beneath his bulk. My feet kick in the air while he ruts atop me, his waist too wide to wrap around, I can't even tell if he is in me, but judging by his pitiful grunts, he certainly thinks he is. I kiss him, my tongue slithering wetly in his mouth, as his groans grow louder and more desperate. I squeeze him, and feel something in the sloppy mess of my folds, before he lets out a final whine and fills me with his virgin cum. Holy fuck. I am unable to contain a moan as his jizz pours into me, burning hot and so thick it's like peanut butter, I feel so damn full! When I finally manage to shove him off me his glutinous seed stays within me, if I wasn't an idol, my belly would be full of his baby. The thought of this lowlife knocking me up only makes me more aroused.

The next few guys use my butt after seeing the stinking mess that fatass left in my pussy, though one bitch does spend like ten minutes eating me out, which was nice. Then she sits on my face, and I get to enjoy having my asshole violated by several deviants while I gouge hers out with my tongue, she keeps squirting all over my tits. Eventually someone noticed my favorites assets are unoccupied, and soon my tits are getting fucked as hard as my butt is. God I love getting used like this. After a bit of this, the slut unmounts my face, just in time for someone to jizz all over it. I laugh with joy as more join in the fun, my skin plastered with a thick layer of spunk until some girls are jealous enough to lick it off of me. The bitches.

I am delighted to discover my next lover is that crossdresser from before, her dick sprouting from her layers of stockings. I love fucking weebs, they're always so perverted. Even if they sometimes make you crawl into a body pillow with a hole in it first. One time I got stuck in a D.VA one at an anime convention and ended up being voted the most popular stall. I honestly thought I was going to end up pregnant! Ah... The adorable girl wastes no time in mounting my clogged cunt, happy to fuck those nasty sloppy seconds out of me. Then things get even better, another guys comes up behind her and shoves himself into her ass, forming a little fuck-train. The crossdresser squeals and gasps atop me, her elaborate dress and petticoats dripping wet from where her body presses against mine. I'm pretty sure she's already cum in me, but the boys just don't stop lining up to fuck her into me, I can feel her pitiful dick twitching inside of me with every thrust. I kiss her tenderly, I love it when a new slut discovers her calling!

After that all sorts itself out, with the crossdresser ending up bent over next to some other sluts while they all get plowed by a train of losers, I move onto something a bit more intense. With a winning smile I mount some lowlife busy jerking his dick to two whores making out with jizz all over their faces, and loudly invite anyone to join in the fun. Before long I'm getting double stuffed, which is pure fucking bliss as far as I'm concerned. The idiot I'm riding creampies me within a minute, so I roll onto my side and let the room go to town on my holes; it's too bad none of these losers can last very long. I'm in heaven as my ass is plowed while my cunt is getting railed, dicks of all shapes and sizes taking their turn to use my holes for their pleasure. Until finally some perverted pair finally do what I've been wanting this whole time, and shove both their quivering dicks into my asshole. Fuuuck...

There's something so heartwarming about watching a roomful of guys discover that the best thing aside from fucking a hole, is fucking a hole with someone else. Soon the other sluts' holes are being put to the test as the deviants try and shove as many dicks into their partners as possible. I see one chubby whore taking three at once in her loose cunt, and I cheer to watch such a size queen getting stretched out like that. Meanwhile I've got four in my ass, and two in my cunt. I love playing "Stuff the Natty"! And fuck am I getting stuffed. These nasty perverts violate me with endless enthusiasm, at this point all of my holes are getting filled at once, often by multiple cocks, these losers slaking years of lust on my gorgeous body. A normal girl would have passed out an hour ago, but hey, I'm a fucking idol for a reason.

The sun is starting to set when the last deviant spends his thin seed upon my tits, before collapsing off of me with an exhausted groan. With a purring sigh I sit fully upright, and look on with satisfaction at the mess I made. The floor was literally an inch deep with sexual fluids and piss, bodies sprawled everywhere, and the stench- oh the stench! Humming happily to myself, I tiptoe through the maze of passed out losers, not even bothering to grab my clothes before I kick a table out of the way and saunter out the door; I'm pretty sure I saw them dissolving in a trashcan filled with jizz. Heads turn as the fugue of sweaty sex fills the hallway, several people puke or gag in disgust. Wearing my winning smile I sashay through the press of horrified onlookers, my only clothes the thick layer of jizz coating every inch of me. I only get mounted eleven times before I make it outside, guys can be so timid about sloppy seconds!

The sunset fills me with joy as I practically skip along the path, I just love being a good slut! After all, a slut should open her legs for everyone, especially the losers, what's the point of being a meat-hole if everyone can't take a turn? Along a knoll someone waves, and I speed up when I see its Julie. We embrace with messy squelch, both of our bodies slick and sweaty, our lips locked together for what has to be like ten minutes. We share a knowing smile, Julie found her jocks, and I found my losers, and now...? And now we bend over together and invite the line already forming nearby to use our bodies. We might have our favorites, but that doesn't mean everyone else doesn't get to fuck us too!

Colossal drums pound against your ears as they echo against the walls of the Palace, heralding the arrival of the Divine Emperor, each so large they are practically stationary, and require a team of slaves scores-strong to move. The very air surrounding the assembled nobility seems to quake, and you sense your mother's displeasure in the tightening of her cheek, she always has loathed such militaristic displays. You shift slightly in your place in the stands in front of the Eastern Gate to the Palace, still somewhat sore from your morning's exertions, but still yourself when your mother's eyes flicker in your direction, her displeasure clear to you. It was your first time attending a noblewoman's public punishment, and your mother, Fifth Consort to the Divine Emperor, was expecting you to be as cold and impassive as she was. So you endeavor to do your best to do so, glad Lady Aria had the forethought to insist you wear warm clothes beneath your usual ceremonial robes. Your mother's favorite handmaiden, and your tutor in the noble arts of the bedchamber, sniffs when the drums finally subside, "Finally, how long is she due for?"

Your mother does not answer her, instead idly staring ahead, seemingly at ease amongst the assembled great and good of the Court. Not the entire Court of course, merely those with great enough station to properly appreciate the message the Divine Emperor was trying to convey with this late morning gathering. The morning rays, those not blocked by a cornucopia of awnings and parasols, the glitter of a veritable sea of gold and precious jewels adorning the mustered notables. Several broad tiers provide you all with enough height to gaze upon the Plaza of Punishment, a short expanse of stone that ends with a gate into the Inner City, currently occupied by only one soul. Your mother's entourage, as well as your own meagre following of Lady Janet and her handmaiden, reside on the lowest tier, due to her station as Fifth Consort, allowing you an unparalleled view of the proceedings.

Your mother continues staring at the lonely figure in the middle of the plaza, seated upon a mattress and chained to the pull thrust through it, "Two days," she murmurs, "his Divine Majesty was feeling gracious I suppose," Lady Aria makes a thoughtful noise, "So she won't have to beg for much water then, past three days is practically a death sentence. The Sixth Consort's Aunt, what was her name? Lasted a whole week I remember, before dying a month later." "Tragic," your mother comments drily, "This one only stabbed another concubine though, all this pomp is unnecessary. One day would be sufficient to disgrace her," "We cannot have noble ladies fighting like peasants in the streets," Aria agrees, before returning to contemplative silence. You all turn to stare as the Eastern Gate grinds slowly open and the glimmer of light upon lacquered metal fills it as the Palace Guard make their appearance.

Discomfort melts into excitement as the most noble military unit in the Empire marches grandly into the Plaza of Punishment, escorting a massively ornate palanquin born upon the backs of twenty-four strong men. The Jade Regiment lead the way, soon followed by the Azure, the Ruby, the Topaz, and the Onyx, a display of magnificence that sends your heart racing with excitement; for there are few young men that would not be stirred by such a sight. Suitably awed sighs and cheers rise from the crowd of Consorts, nobility, and their entourages, and you struggle to contain your own joyful shout, with the inevitable wrath of your mother the only thing stopping you. So instead you watch in eager silence as the Guard smoothly splits to either side of the processional, allowing the Emperor's conveyance to pass between the armored cordon without slowing. The bearers set down the palanquin with obvious effort, turning it so that their imperial burden might gaze out upon his nobility as well as his criminal with ease.

A hush falls over the crowd, fans snap close and spines straighten as the door slides open and the Divine Emperor, Dragon of the North, steps rigidly out into the open. A complex concoction of emotions fills you at the sight of your most noble father, and you swear that he recognizes you when his eyes sweep through the assembled Court, ensuring that all are aware of his power. An officer jogs forward, bowing sharply at the waist in militaristic fashion before standing at attention, a truly splendid specimen judging by the appreciative noises coming from the ladies of the Court. The Divine Emperor mutters something, and you swear that the officer's face twitches, before he nods brusquely and signals to one of his men, who raises two black flags. Now muttering breaks out once more, and Lady Janet gasps from her place near you, "Two days... Do we have to watch?" Your mother hisses for silence, shooting you a glance that clearly urges you to better control your consort, before returning to glaring expressionlessly at your father.

Your majestic father gives one further glare at the stands, before retiring to his palanquin, apparently satisfied with his brief appearance. The Palace Guard smoothly reform, and soon are trooping stolidly back through the Eastern Gate, leaving behind a single unit of the Onyx, who take up positions surrounding the chained noble lady. Your mother lets out a noncommittal grunt as the majority of the crowd rustles into motion, an amorphous body drifting gradually back into the Palace proper, leaving all but a few scattered groupings of nobility. Walking next to your mother, ensconced within a protective huddle of handmaidens and servants, you make a querulous noise, "Why are we leaving so soon, mother?" "Would you enjoy watching a lady of gentle breeding being raped by peasants for two days straight? I had not realized your tastes ran in such a direction," your mother responds drily, "There is a reason we usually do not allow the young to witness this, without the proper context the lesson will be a poor one," "And what lesson is that?" "Feigned ignorance is beneath you," your lady mother replies sharply, "you know well what it is," "That to cross the Emperor invites a fate worse than death?" "Correct. Behead a noble and the rest will learn nothing. Torture a noble and rest will resent you. But disgrace them in front of their peers? Leave them a walking, suffering example of your wrath? That the nobility will remember every day."

You walk in silence for many heartbeats, passing stoically beneath the embrasure-studded Eastern Gate, its doors thicker than your arm opening into a long tunnel filled with murder-holes where defenders might dump boiling oil and rocks on any attackers. Once back out into the open air, your education continues, "Then why were most of the Court allowed to leave before even witnessing the punishment dispensed?" "You need not skin a flayed man to make a point, simply showing the knife is enough to make them suffer," your mother imparts, "now all will remember the last time we were all forced to watch, and be wary," "Then who stayed?" "Her family, and those sadistic or depraved enough to watch," your mother flashes a quick signal, and the handmaiden behind her snaps her fan upon behind your head, while your mother's gilded fan unfolds with similar smoothness in front of your faces. She leans close, her breath against your ear, "And how is your nubile consort, hm?"

You blush at the question, since you know what she expects the answer to be, and you both already know what it will be instead, "Lady Janet is... a pleasure," you murmur back, and your mother scoffs, "Do not lie to me so pathetically, it has been four weeks since you first bedded her, and while I laud your dedication to learning the lover's arts from Lady Aria, your seed is better spilt elsewhere," she sighs, "Aria is late, and though I would not mind you getting her with child, should Janet not be showing first then the Court will question the very reason I procured her," your mother sniffs, "So do not disgrace her, nor I. Spend your lust in Janet. Get her with child, and perhaps I shall be pleased with you," she whispers, before refolding her fan with a harsh clack, leaving you feeling a familiar mixture of guilt and dread. "Understood, mother," you manage, and she clucks, "I would hope so, child," she says wryly.

Organized chaos reigns as the various groups of nobles separate and head towards their conveyances, a menagerie of palanquins, carts, carriages, and gigs. Resolving to show some initiative, you fall back a few steps, allowing various handmaidens and servants to pass you by before coming level with your consort, Lady Janet. Who glances at you furtively, "Oh! Good morning, my lord. I'm sorry, I was lost in thought..." You tilt your head obligingly, "Good morning to you as well, my lady, what worries you so?" Janet grimaces, "It's that poor woman out there, I saw another lady suffer the same fate a year or so ago, and it distressed me greatly..." she shudders, "She started... begging... it was awful!" You nod in sympathy, feeling a bit less curious about the whole process, what sounded erotic in your mind was likely much less so in person; even if many ladies enjoyed... tame reenactments of what went on out in the Plaza. You gently place your hand atop hers, "Would you permit me to join you in your carriage then? Should I serve as a welcome distraction, of course" Janet looks at you inscrutably for a few moments, before bowing slightly, "I would be honored for you to join me, my prince."

As you step up into Janet's carriage, having ridden down from the Harem in your mother's, you notice a disturbance occurring in one of the various clusters of people around you. Lady Janet pokes her head out as well, squinting for a moment before gasping, "That's the Third Consort's party, I think. What is happening?" You shrug as you clamber into the decorated interior, sitting next to Janet and facing her handmaiden and servant opposite of you, "Who knows? Probably someone's carriage broke down again," an explanation which seems to settle Janet, and as the door closes she turns slightly so that she can face you more easily; the carriage clattering into motion soon after. She minutely adjusts her robes, ensuring that the sleek, red fabric flows around her body correctly, and that her breasts are properly pushed up and displayed; a civilized woman invites lust even in distress. Janet lets out a soft sigh, "It has been some time since you have last visited me, my lord," she says tentatively, "does Lady Aria occupy you so?" You frown, you had been spending much of your time, amorous or otherwise, with Aria these past few weeks, and no doubt Janet was feeling a touch neglected.

So you bow your head, "I offer my apologies then for my lack of attention, my lady, it must have been difficult for you to be alone for so long," Lady Janet makes a pleased noise, "Oh! Please, my prince! It is of no worry!" she lets out a wistful breath, "And it is not as if I am not used to it, waiting for a husband while remaining untrained was..." "Difficult?" you supply, "Boring," Janet corrects you, "All of my friends were busy showing off their skills and techniques that they had learned, while the only Sighs of Pleasure my mother trained me in was the Mouth and Hand," she brightens a bit, "I was able to master my feet though! All that free time meant I got to pick something more uncommon to practice," "I would be honored to experience it," you say, and Janet giggles, her mind far from the Plaza and it's no doubt well-besmirched occupant, "Oh you will enjoy it! My teachers would always make such amusing noises, Father would always tease me that 'half the household has your footprints on them!'" she snaps her fan up to hide her laughter, her eyes narrow with amusement over the simply ornamented folds, and she glances down, "I see our conversation has been a fruitful one..." And Janet was entirely correct.

"I am in your good hands," you open your own in supplication, allowing Lady Janet easy access to the noticeable bulge in your formal robes, "Yes, you are," Janet says with a smile, slipping her hand into your robes and producing your manhood, its pink tip peeking out from beneath it's hood. Her other hand languidly unfolds towards the other two occupants, and her handmaiden nudges the servant, who hurriedly opens her top and shoves her hand down it, rummaging around before producing a narrow flask that she unstoppers. The girl careful allows a measure of the contents to spill out in Janet's palm, who nods in satisfaction as she roils it around, "Well done, it is still fairly warm," Janet declares, and the serving girls bows sharply, with the handmaiden looking relieved as well, and then slowly dribbles the oil onto your penis. You shudder at the sudden warmth as it slides down your shaft, before Janet's other hand applies it more thoroughly, which only causes yet more of the same reaction from you. Janet giggles, "My prince is so sensitive! I guess Lady Aria hasn't taught you everything yet..." and shows you what she means.

You writhe in your padded seat while Lady Janet glides her hands up and down your erection, polishing your spear with exquisite skill that leaves you gasping, your manhood on the edge of eruption. Your consort giggles appreciatively, "You honor me with your moans, my prince, I have to be careful to make sure you don't finish too early!" Janet tastefully pauses once more as a fresh gush of watery fluid leaks from your engorged tip, watching with fascination as it drips through her fingers, "Such... capacity. Where do you store it all, my lord?" she teases you, her fingers swirling your morning dew into the sticky mixture she is using to stroke you, lazily dragging her palm along your rigid length while you groan with pleasure, unable to answer her. Your eggs pulsating within your wrinkled sack, you gasp as you bless Janet's hands with yet another crystalline slurry, which only makes her coo once more, "Do you wish for release, my lord? I have yet to even move past my most basic techniques..." Your hips buck, which gives the women in the carriage all the signal they need that this latest outpouring will not be denied. Janet's handmaiden ceases her discrete masturbation and slides onto the floor of the conveyance, ready to ensure your royal seed is not disgracefully wasted upon the floorboards, but Janet waves her back up.

Turning your penis slightly to the side, your consort resumes her strokes, moving faster and gripping more tightly in a manner that has your eyes rolling, trembling from the pleasure emanating from your groin. Lady Janet carefully place her hand in front of your tip, as the first ropes of your seed erupt from your tip, splattering into her waiting palm while she excitedly works your painfully pent up load out of you. Once you stop shuddering, something which seems to last ages as Janet cheerfully continues gratifying you even after your spectacular climax, she daintily brings her upraised hand to her lips and drinks down every drop of your blessed emanations. She swallows, and then sighs blissfully, before giving you a radiant smile, "I hope my prince enjoyed himself?" she asks politely, and you let out a strangled rasp, "He- he did indeed! I will- be sure- to ask for- your favors more often!" you manage, and Janet bows at the waist, "You honor me, my lord, I look forward to you gracing my chambers soon..."

The rest of the ride passes in companionable conversation, with the handmaiden adding in her own acidic asides that make the two of you chuckle, and before long Lady Janet is being helped out of her carriage, your mother's party once more ensconced behind the protective walls of the Harem as well as her own estate. You follow, blinking in the wane sunlight, before moving to untangle your tiny entourage from your mother's and hustle them inside into the warmth of the interior; even with the sun out it was still quite chilly. Your mother glances at you as you pass by with Ladies Aria and Janet, her eyebrow rising inquisitively, but says nothing. Nor does she need to, you can tell by the faint quirk of her lip that she is amused. So you greet the various handmaidens of your mother while your party sweeps by, their names spilling from your lips while sliding like ice across a hot pan through your mind.

That was another one of your mother's "helpful" lessons she had imbued you with, you struggle to actually think of peoples' names. She had hammered into you from your earliest memories to not think of people as well, people, but rather their personalities and relationships, their strengths and weaknesses, so as to insulate yourself from the stress of using them. What need have you to worry about sacrificing a pawn when you cannot even comprehend their name? Obviously this conditioning did not work entirely, and once you warmed to someone sufficiently, you could actually perceive their name, most notably your dear Lady Aria. It was frankly surprising to you that you had been able to process Lady Janet's name so quickly, which you hope was a good sign that your mother's work was being gradually rolled back. So while your mouth says "Lady -", your mind notates her as "Fifth daughter of the seventh undersecretary to the Minister of Public Works"; truly a wonderous thing. It goes without saying that you cannot remember thinking of your own mother's name, not even once.

Lady Aria holds her tongue until you reach your chambers, with Lady Janet peeling off several doorways beforehand to her own rooms, situated intimately close to your own so that you need not travel far should you desire her. Aria settles herself onto one of your couches, "So, I hear your mother spoke with you regarding Lady Janet, then?" you join her on the couch, nestling in against the softness of her body, while her arm slips protectively over your chest, "She did indeed," you sigh contently, "she even mentioned you were... late," Aria grumbles, "J-! Your mother would have, she knows my cycle is always late! But truly though," her hand picks at your robes, "she is correct that you should put a baby in Janet's belly, hers is a more fertile soil..." "That does not mean I cannot plant my seed in yours until it takes!" you reply heroically, which only makes Aria giggle wistfully, "Of course, my prince, you are welcome to try!" Before subsiding into thoughtful silence, "For Janet..." she starts, "I would advise staying within the Outer Sphere, focus on her hood, use your mouth and fingers, your stamina is still far too low to attempt the Inner to bring her to climax,"

"So I should avoid penetrating her then?" you flush slightly, "Only until Janet is suitably prepared, and of course, rely upon her handmaidens, the ancestors know they have pleasured her often enough!" Aria replies, "She will still be as inexperienced with penetration as you are, so luckily if you do not perform well it will be no slur upon your reputation. Your mother knew what she was doing when she chose her to be your first consort, few will be able to judge either of you in this situation," You nod thoughtfully, as always your mother's schemes have hidden depths, "I shall visit Lady Janet at once then," you decide, and Aria laughs, "Oh give her a day or so to prepare, my lord, you do not want to seem too desperate! And anyways, it will give you some time to practice your brush strokes," Aria pointedly opens her robes around her groin, "let us see if that unruly tongue of yours can be put to good use this time..."

It was only several hours later then that you send a servant to Lady Janet's chambers, your youthful desires getting the better of Lady Aria's sense of propriety; having spent an hour with your face buried in Aria's crotch had not helped with matters either. You are gratified then when the messenger pops back in mere minutes later, bows, and passes Janet's response to one of your mother's handmaidens roosting around the room. The slip of folded paper finds its way to you, passed from perfumed hand to perfumed hand, and you open it to reveal the simple message, I am waiting, eagerly, my prince. Aria chuckles to herself as she reads it, and shoos you away with obvious amusement, "Ah, youth... go enjoy yourself, my lord, and do try to leave enough of your seed inside of her this time" she teases, and the surrounding ladies cover their giggles with palms and fans. You grumble an acknowledgement, bow in farewell, and accompanied by a few handmaidens and servants, take the short walk down to Janet's chambers.

Who greets you warmly as you step through her doorway, "Welcome, welcome my lord! I did not expect you so soon... but I'm glad you are here!" Lady Janet blurts with a polite bow, her voice betraying her anxiety, "Please, join me in my sitting room, unless you wish to take matters directly to my bed...?" her eyes flick in that direction. Your nerves as played up as your consort's, you still do your best to sooth her, "I would love for you to entertain me in your sitting room," you manage, "though I am still eager to join you in the bedroom!" you add hastily, and Janet covers a nervous giggle, "Oh, well, this way then," she gestures, and you follow her through a dispersing crowd of her attendants and servants, your own coterie following behind you. Her sitting room was somewhat sparsely decorated, but no doubt your opinions regarding décor were somewhat warped by growing up in one of the Seven Consort's palaces, so you hold your tongue. Janet settles onto a patch of pillows, and you join her boldly close on the pile next to her, clearly indicating your desire, which seems to thrill her as much as it unnerves her.

You both lounge in uncomfortable silence while Lady Janet's handmaidens delicately serve you both tea, before settling in to watch and chatter, providing a low susurration of gossip that helps fill the void. You spend this time drinking in the sight of your consort, her lithe body once more sheathed beneath her atrial-red robes, emphasizing her modest curves, while her hair was done up within her favorite headpiece, and her makeup more discrete than usual. Naturally such observing does not go unnoticed, and Janet smiles shyly, "Are you enjoy the view, my prince?" and you flush in embarrassment, "I would ask the same of you, my consort," you reply, "your gaze seems to linger in certain areas..." Janet covers a laugh, "It's not my fault my lord is pitching a tent in his robes!" she wiggles into a more comfortable position, "And I thought you spent after this morning's activities, would my prince care for some light... entertainment?" The stiffness in your groin only grows, and you nod amicably, "It would be my honor, my lady, though perhaps not too intense an entertainment...?" "Oh and why is that?" Janet gives you a sidelong look, while she beckons with one hand towards one of her servants, "I would hate for my seed to," you cough awkwardly, "go to waste," you finish lamely, but your consort seems satisfied with this, "So eager..." she teases, but does not disagree with the sentiment.

Lady Janet smiles coquettishly at you while her serving girl quickly but gently cleans her feet with a bowl of warm water, before applying a layer of warm oil to ensure they remain supple. The girl touches her forehead to the floor before slowly backing away, as your consort brings her freshly pampered feet to bear on you. You shudder as she languidly guides them along your thigh, and start in surprise when her toes nimbly wrangle your robes open and allow your erection to spring free of its confines. Janet giggles at the sight, and appreciative sighs emanate from your lounging audience, with many of the noblewomen glancing around to ensure the commoner girls are not watching; everyone knew commoners were unable to resist the sublime temptations of their betters' bodies. You are unable to contain a soft moan as Janet's feet wrap delicately around your manhood, her smooth soles sliding slowly up and down your length, they are nearly as soft as Lady Aria's pillowy cleavage. It is not long before a runnel of clear liquid is dribbling down your shaft, causing Janet to pause, watching your tip twitch rhythmically until subsiding, "Well that was close," she teases you, "I see my favorite Sigh is one you enjoy as well!"

But your seed's fate was not to be spewed upon Lady Janet's dainty toes, not yet at least, and Janet seductively opens her robes to reveal her nubile body, leaning backwards to give you the best view. Her modest breasts are still a delight to behold, as is the smooth slope of her stomach leading down to her bright slit, already glistening in the afternoon light. So naturally that is what you choose to dine upon first, your mind afire with lust, you eagerly push her legs back so that you might feast upon the scrumptious meal she was offering. The surrounding ladies titter and whisper at such youthful boldness, but Janet seems quite pleased with the hurried pace, and nods in encouragement, "Oh! Be gentle, my prince," she sighs as your mouth presses against her pinkish petals, "you are so impatient today!" Which, to be fair, you almost always are, so this was hardly unusual. So instead you do your best to ease her somewhat feigned protests by digging in just as Lady Aria so rigorously attempted to teach you.

The fragrant stench of Lady Janet's moistened lily fills your nose as you drag your tongue along her slit, relishing in tiny shivers it causes, before swirling around her pronounced hood. You hear her gasp as your mouth fastens around her nub, and you slurp upon her delicate flesh until it swells up, sucking until your cheeks ache and you switch back to flicking at with your tongue. You repeat this cycle several times, never able to actually bring Janet to climax, yet delighting her enough that she does not subtly push you away in boredom or discomfort. Eventually though, she tires of the exercise, and discreetly motions her head to indicate that it was time to move onto the main performance, and judging by the noises her flower was making, she was more than ready for it. Janet draws you up atop her with a pleased smile, her flush showing through her thin layer of makeup, "I think things will go much easier this time, my lord," she giggles as she hikes her hips up, curving her back upwards and drawing her legs back until they rest on either side of her head.

Ordinarily you would support Lady Janet's lower half in this mating press position with your arms and your weight, but you lack the muscles to do so properly, which was why you had handmaidens to support you of course. Several glide forward to shove a stiff pillow beneath Janet's rear, while another grasps her legs to hold them in place, while two more hover nearby you in case you collapse atop your consort from exhaustion; these ladies obviously have ample experience in such matters. Soft hands guide your manhood inside of Janet, and you both moan as your length slides into her until your balls press against her taint, "Oh! My prince!" Janet gasps, "You are so deep, I can- I can feel you in my stomach," she shudders, "allow me a moment to-" Janet squeals when you start to move anyways, the contours of her hole squeezing your rod intoxicatingly, and you are unable to stop yourself from using it. Wet squelches form a pleasant counterpoint to Janet's squeals as you take her, your bodies slapping together with every thrust, splattering the surrounding noble ladies with her profusive nectar.

As always, you are amazed at how wet and warm a woman feels, your consort's lily pampering your penis with its softness, it was as if you were inside of a soup dumpling. You pant with effort as you make love to your consort, your manhood already twitching spasmodically as heat burns its way up your shaft; whoever named this position did so correctly, it was made for breeding. You gasp out that you are close, and Lady Janet nods encouragingly, "Yes! All in me!" She urges, "Let it all out in me, my prince! Oh! Fuck!" She curses as you spasm atop her, your member pulsating deep inside of her as your load empties itself into her fertile depths, your seed painting her insides. You lay atop Janet, shuddering from the force of your orgasm, the pair of you simply panting in the afterglow of your sex, enjoying the warmth of one another's bodies, "It's so... sticky, in me," Janet sighs, "it feels like quite a lot as well, if you are always this bountiful then I will be with child by the end of the month!" "Well," you manage, "I suppose I know what we shall be doing for the next month then!" and the surrounding ladies laugh politely at your wit, some more honestly than the others.

It takes some doing to extricate yourself from Lady Janet, but many hands make for light work, and soon you are sprawled amongst a pile of attentive handmaidens, who shower you with affection while Janet's ladies ensure her rear remains hoisted and her legs pressed together. Janet's favored handmaiden detaches herself from her mistress's side and approaches, bowing deeply as she does, "You honor us all with your visit, my lord," she proclaims formally, "your smooth coupling with our noble lady brings great joy to our household." Janet's handmaiden eyes your slick manhood, "It would be a great privilege to clean you, as a sign of our gratitude..." your mother's handmaidens huff at such temerity (themselves being too busy quietly bickering over who would have the honor of doing so to actually get around to doing it), but you graciously choose to accept her kindly offer, and her moon-shaped face widens further with delight.

You are pleasantly surprised to discover that the handmaiden's skills at fellatio are noticeable, not that you have much experience in having your rod polished, but the lady was doing a rather good job showing off this Sigh. Indeed, she was doing so well that your manhood reverses its shrinkage under her tongue's adept ministrations, which only seems to prolong the traditional cleaning process, her ornate headpiece bobbing up and down your shaft with growing enthusiasm. Which causes yet more territorial fluttering from your roost of noblewomen, "That is quite enough, Lady Joyce!" one of them hisses "You overreach!" declares another, "Know your place!" "...unbecoming of a lady of birth..." "...and what do you expect from such a middling household..." "...like some sort of... commoner..."

While Janet's handmaiden was bordering on improper conduct, after all, your own handmaidens would ordinarily be the recipients of any excess lust following a coupling, you are enjoying yourself enough to motion for her to continue, "Why so overly bold, my lady?" You enquire, curious, which unfortunately causes her to pull her head off of your manhood and retreat, bowing hurriedly, "A thousand apologies, my lord!" she wails, "I was too lost in the delight of pleasing you that I forgot my place, please forgive me!" You frantically wave away her worries, "Please calm yourself!" you cry, mortified by this sudden awkwardness, "I was only asking out of curiosity, my lady..." "Forgive me," Janet's handmaiden sniffles, "It has just been so long that I forgot myself..."

"My cousin's husband has been ignoring her," supplies Janet, her waist still upraised to ensure that every last drop of your seed remains inside of her, "which is why if offered for her to join me in the Harem as a handmaiden," Janet's handmaiden nods, "It's been unbearable, my lord! We have rarely shared a bed since our joining, he just ruts with that peasant whore of his all night long!" she chokes back a sob, "At least here I can be comforted by other women of my station..." There are some sympathetic clucks from the surrounding ladies, men are obviously expected to use women of lesser station to slake some urges, but to prefer a commoner over a noblewoman was scandalous. You feel your pity for this humiliated lady rising, and are somewhat bemused to find something else rising as well, your penis stiffly saluting her misery. The Lady Joyce seems unable to tear her gaze away from it, "My lord...?" she asks tentatively, hope filling her expression, "Then I shall comfort you, my lady," you declare grandly, and Joyce nearly breaks out relieved tears while the rest of the ladies in the room make approving noises; with several already with hands sliding beneath their robes.

You are astonished to realize that you are actually able to think of Lady Joyce's name, perhaps you should try sticking your rod in more ladies...

But that was a thought for the future, as Lady Joyce promptly turns onto her hands and knees, pulling her long robes up over her waist to reveal her plump rear, before pulling her soaked undergarments down around her legs. Janet's cousin was clearly ready for penetration, judging by the glistening damp coating her thighs and rear, her slit puffy and swollen with arousal, her body shivering with anticipation, "Oh please," Joyce breathes, "Mount me as vigorously as you would like, my lord, claim me from my wretched husband!" Shuddering with anticipation, you still find enough restraint to glance at your consort, it would be untoward to fornicate with her handmaiden without her permission, but Janet gestures for you to continue with a smile. Joyce gasps when your hand grasps her waist, eagerly pushing back against you when your tip touches her lily, but the angle is poor and your manhood simply grinds along her taint. Controlling herself, the lady reaches a hand back to orient you properly, and this time you are able sheath your sword fully inside of her without issue.

Lady Joyce was like an overripe peach, plush, juicy, and ready for the plucking. Wet slaps reverberate around the room as you slam yourself against her generous ass, every thrust resulting in an appalling squelching as your manhood delves into her overflowing hole. Joyce gasps and squeaks every time you fill her to the hilt, moaning with unreserved pleasure, "Yes! Harder, my lord! Plow me! Ruin me! I am yours!" Which only spurs you on, pounding away at her gushing slit with a mindless lust that would make Lady Aria sigh in disappointment, but your lover is obviously in need of such rough treatment. Soon you are dripping with sweat from your furious exertions, your member sliding easily into her squishy depths, her thick cheeks providing a generous cushion to break yourself against. Joyce spasms, "Right there! Don't stop! Please, my prince! Harder!" she blubbers, as her entire body is wracked with uncontrollable shaking, mewling in pleasure as her insides convulse around your already spoiled penis. Your groans soon join hers as you fill her like a dumpling, which only causes a fresh round of orgasmic shivering from Joyce, "Yes! Fill my belly with child! Give me your seed, my prince! Breed me! Show my worthless fucking husband what a real man is!" she shrieks joyously, her fingers curled into claws as your balls pulsate tirelessly to impregnate this freshly encountered womb.

Once more you stagger back into the embrace of your handmaidens, one of whom is quick to clean your manhood before any other ladies in the room could get any ideas about receiving their own dose of Imperial majesty. Lady Joyce assumes the same position as her mistress, legs tightly held together while upraising her hips, to ensure that your seed quickens inside of her. Her robes are in immodest disarray, revealing more than a little of her luscious body, and she lets out a shuddering breath, "My cycle ended several days ago... my lord, I think you have impregnated me..." an announcement that results in more than a few mutters but also congratulations, mainly towards you, which you find quite encouraging. Janet gives you a wan smile, "I hope that you will find reason to visit, my prince, Lady Joyce might be speaking... too enthusiastically," which prompts her cousin to huff, "Excuse me for enjoying my first proper coupling in years!" she glances at you, "I too would be honored by your return, it would be good to... settle the matter of my fertility," You manage a slight bow, "It would be a privilege, my ladies. Now if you would excuse me..."

The two noblewomen scramble to their knees and bow fully, both still holding one hand between their legs to hold their entrances shut, as you and your entourage depart; you are far too exhausted to uphold polite conversation. You make your way back to your chambers, where you are pampered ceaselessly by your mother's attendants, with Lady Aria being especially maternal. It all feels like too much for you. Surrounded by clucking women, you make a snap decision and announce you will be taking a bath, alone, an urge which at least some of them seem to understand. Two handmaidens follow you into the baths though, staying several steps back to afford you your needed privacy.

The central baths in your mother's palace are expansive to say the least with several large pools to bathe inside, and ample servants to keep the place clean or massage flesh sore from lovemaking. The room was mostly deserted when you arrive, stripping in the entry chamber before stepping along the rough stone floor into one of the smaller baths. Your accompanying ladies slide into one of the nearby ones, close enough to keep an eye on you while affording you the space you needed to recover from your exertions, no doubt gossiping under their breaths about your visit to your consort. You let out a tired sigh as you try and relax, unsure as to where the sudden need for solitude had come from, your sexual sessions with Lady Aria had never resulted in such a feeling... You ponder this for a long while, the warm water permeating your skin and soaking away your worries along with the sweat from your sex. Your gaze wanders idly, from busying servant girl, to the erotic statuary, to the sultry curves of your handmaidens as they rise from the water to stretch, their breasts glistening in the soft lighting of the lamps... Someone slips into the water next to you, causing you to start, until you recognize just who it is, "Lady Mother," you greet her formally, "My child," the Fifth Consort drawls in response.

Your mother stretches languidly, before peering at you from the side of her eye, "Her cousin too, hmm?" Your flushed face reddens further, "Is that an issue?" "No. And such alacrity as well, it has not even been a day," your mother's lips twitch, "Will not Lady Joyce's husband take issue with this?" you enquire, feeling some residual guilt for your actions, and your mother lets out the softest of snorts, "I suppose I may forgive you for your ignorance, there has been a lack of men in your life to learn from, but no, he shall not." "Why?" "Because he thought his wife worthless, but now you have proven otherwise. Now his wife is lady whose skillful Sighs were enough to seduce an Imperial scion, and fertile enough to bear his child, no doubt Lady Joyce will be recalled to his side soon enough to add a polite vagueness to her pregnancy," your mother glances at you, "And you wondered why I was so careful as to your initial choice of lovers? It is to be known you desire ladies of quality, not lowborn whores like so many of your peers,"

"Who is her husband anyways?" you ask with a frown, "He commands one of the Eastern Fleets," your mother replies, and then, "Must you stare at my breasts so lustfully? I had not realized you wish to emulate the Ancient Families, but if Lady Aria is not up to the task, then I suppose I must..." You start in surprise, before realizing you had indeed been staring, which was something of a shock since you had been bathing with your mother for years now without fully processing that she too, was a woman. Her hand drifts over to your crotch, and her lips quirk once more, "My, you are lustful, how endearing," she makes a languid motion with her other hand, and soon one of her handmaidens joins you in the water, "Pleasure him, discreetly," she orders, before returning to the conversation, "As I was saying..." But your attention was now thoroughly taken as the lady expertly dips her head into the warm water to take you in her mouth, skillfully applying this Sigh to your resolutely erect penis in a manner that leaves you gasping.

Your mother slaps you. Not hard, but enough to convey her disappointment and contempt, "Pay attention," she snaps at you, "you will have a woman between your legs at most feasts and celebrations. If you cannot hold a polite conversation while some concubine is pleasuring you then I will have failed as a mother," she pauses as her concubine's head gently breaks the surface for air, before descending once more, with you absently rubbing your cheek and wondering how anyone could be aroused by your mother, "Listen. Your father shall soon be calling for you, and you know how he loves his little tests, so I shall have scrolls and books delivered to your chambers in preparation," "Military reading?" you ask with burgeoning excitement, swallowing a groan, and your mother sighs, "Oh indeed, you men do love to slaughter one another. Study it well, but remember that you are no strategist, you have not been raised in the camps or amongst the military families," she crosses her arms, "Learn what you must, but remember your roots, that is how you shall triumph," "Y-yes mother," you shudder, the concubine leaving you teasingly on the precipice, even with her occasionally coming up to breathe, "Oh, feel free to finish, I would not have my dear lady exert herself overmuch for a thin load," your mother waves her hand dismissively, as said thin load promptly empties itself into the handmaiden's warm mouth.

I cannot remember his name, nor does that fact particularly bother me. It was a classy affair, lots of flash and glitter and expense. Expensive outfits, expensive jewelry, expensive escorts; that last section included me. Looking attractive is already part of my job, we idols just do it so well, that few can resist our charms. My initial partner certainly could not, which was why I left him sprawled in the handicapped bathroom with his pants around his ankles and his balls like raisins. And the part had only been going on for barely over an hour when I had sashayed out of that reeking bathroom, so I had time to kill and entertainment to find. And lo, there he was. Some ripe young man simply ogling the passing women-flesh on display, some immature girls fluttering about him, obviously childhood friends too busy bickering to claim the prize they both have been hankering after for God knows how many years. Oh well, perhaps they will learn to pluck their fruit before someone else does.

All it took was a shy smile, the most teasing of comments, the slight touch of my hand against his arm, the subtly lean of my body so that his eyes nearly fell down my cleavage. I was mildly impressed he had not tried to take me then and there. But as I stressed, this was a classy affair, so instead I idly guided him into one of those decorated nooks and crannies that seem to populate any party of sufficient stature; lust requires some privacy in polite society after all. My how his little birds had chirped as I led him away, not realizing what a favor I was doing them, virgins can be so disappointing if one does not enjoy them with the correct mindset, which they wouldn't have. The first several niches I glanced into were occupied, indeed, I had spotted my dear groupmate Ningning in one of them squirting wildly all over her partner, I had shared a glance of acknowledgement, and then I had moved on. But the fifth cubby had been empty, and even sported a chair with an assortment of pillows scattered about. Perfect.

He had wavered at the precipice, uncertainty warring with lust, no doubt his mother had sternly ordered him to beware gorgeous women offering themselves to him, fearful of him coming home with some unworthy slut with a full belly. But his mother can rest easy, I have no interest in bearing his child. I glanced over my shoulder, raising an innocent eyebrow, and cordially invited him to join me, giving him my playful face, the one that makes my fans croon. It worked. Obviously. And soon he was nervously ensconced in the seat, while I kicked some pillows in front of it, kneeling on marble is rather unpleasant after all, no doubt all sorts of ideas running through his silly little head. Then I knelt before him, flashed a winning smile, and oh so tenderly slid my hands long his legs before oh so surprisingly ending up with my fingers deftly unzipping him. It is best to be direct with virgins, otherwise nothing will get done.

And so now here I am, on my knees before some spoiled brat, his penis hardening and softening in my hand, asking with the utmost courtesy if he is prepared for what is to come. He is not, but he doesn't know that. He answers, "Yes, Karina," he stammers, pleadingly, "please..." Adorable. His eyes ravish me, my perfectly shaped face, my long luscious black hair, my bared limber legs, my weighty breasts, so skillfully displayed by my short, black dress; it was a gentle surprise I was not already dripping with his semen. No doubt he expects to spend his seven seconds of heaven inside of me, but that would be a waste. He would barely be in my pussy long enough to truly appreciate its splendor, and then he would fuck one of those indolent girls who surround him, would last several minutes in her loose cunt, and incorrectly declare her better than an idol. It was demeaning, really. So I imprint myself upon him in a more memorable manner, unlimbering my cleavage from its confines and allowing it to drape down my chest.

Ah. Now he stiffens.

I give him several heartbeats to truly appreciate my chest, leaning back and tilting my head down, giving him a playful smile to encourage him, all while my fingers delicately fondle his manhood. Already he is groaning, gawping at my tits as if he had never seen a pair of breasts before, if I had turned about and dropped my panties, no doubt my ass would be getting plastered. But that would not be fun, so instead I wait patiently until the pulsating in his cock subsides, before onehandedly popping open the bottle of oil I had pulled from my purse while he was busy drooling over my curves. I dower my breasts with a healthy helping of scented lubricating oil, not enough to remove stimulation, but enough to ensure I would not need to reapply it any time soon. I rub it into my cleavage, massaging it with both hands until it is slick and glistens in the false candlelight of the flambeaux, "Well, aren't you a little excited" I purr vivaciously, "I hope you will be able to make it between them..." and my lips curl upwards when he assures me he will. Such youthful confidence...

Wearing a beatifical smile, I wrap my breasts around his upraised member, relishing in his sigh of pleasure as my soft flesh enfolds him, trapping his cock in my pillowy prison. Precum beads at his tip, and I give him a shocked expression, "Cumming so soon?" I gasp teasingly, before descending into giggles, making his face flush an even deeper red. He stammers excuses, but I shush with a laugh, "Oh don't worry dear, I'll be sure to make this last..." and he nods eagerly, no doubt interpreting this as a few minutes, as if that would be enough to satisfy me. Feeling his balls uncurl from his groin, I start to move, dragging my chest up his length, before hauling my breasts back down it, a simple, yet effective technique. He shudders while I pleasure him, my breasts softer than anything he could have fantasized, a constant, pampering pressure has emptied many a lover. His groans fill our secluded alcove as I languidly stimulate his cock, my cleavage having claimed his virginity, it was superior to most pussies after all, so it might as well count.

Barely a minute has gone by before his hips start to flinch, his manhood palpitated between my tits, his breaths increasing rapidly, "Oh fuck, Karina!" He moans, "Don't stop!" Already pathetically eager to reach his climax and leave me with a chestful of thick semen. How cute. So I relax, my breasts denuding his cock of the pressure that stimulates it so, stifling his rising orgasm, even as he desperately starts to hump my chest. I ride it out, carefully maneuvering my cleavage to ensure the only thing leaving his swollen dick was a runnel of precum that pools against my skin, leaving him blubbering, "Oh not yet dear," I croon, "I am hardly satisfied with just this. I want all of it," as if I truly care about his worthless seed, journey before destination, after all, "I want your first load to be magnificent," I lie cheerfully, "I want you begging for release," which was far more truthful. Hearing cherry boys whimpering was just so... delicious. It excites that primal part of me, that motherly urge to dominate the lesser the sex. And boys think girls need a fat cock in them to feel satisfied!

So I continue, once I am sure the risk of premature ejaculation has fallen, having already learned his rhythms. Cocks are such simple brutes, so easy to conquer if one takes the time to learn their weaknesses. Now I add a little more pressure to the proceedings, squishing my chest a touch tighter to keep his dick's attention fully on me, penises do so love to sulk after being edged. But my efforts are enough revive his manhood's interest, already sensitive from having come so close to finishing, and soon he is gasping once more. My breasts squelch along his shaft, his fluids adding an endearing sloppiness to the proceedings, as do his desperate whines and muttered entreaties to his absent mother, "Don't worry dear, Mommy is right here," I purr hungrily, tightening my fleshy embrace in emphasis, "Just let Mommy take care of everything..." And a fresh surge of precum shows his enthusiastic agreement with that sentiment. How endearing.

He moans for me, moaning for his Mommy, moaning for release, his words slurring as his mind melts under the tender caress of my breasts. I encourage him, urging him to hold on for Mommy, all while pampering his cock with ever greater vigor, I want him to finish before his climax wanes from heavenly to simple relief. He begs, oh how he begs. His balls clenching painfully, his shaft spasming from the sheer size of the load getting exquisitely pushed through it, doing his best to hold back even as it cataclysmically approaches. How sublime. So I urge him to let go, "Let it all out for Mommy," I sigh lovingly while I bury his manhood in my chest, "There you go, good boy. Goooood booooy," he practically sobs with pleasure while his seed erupts into my cleavage, his entire body writhing with every spurt, clutching weakly at me for support as he doubles over from the force of his orgasm. Drool trickles down onto my head as he gurgles plaintively, his brain unable to comprehend anything but the fountain of stimulation coursing from his cock, and still he continues to unload.

By the time he finishes, it looks as if a glass of yogurt had been dumped over my tits, a truly impressive quantity of semen baptizing the site of his lost virginity. I leave him there, head lolling, giving him a faint kiss upon his forehead to show my appreciation of his efforts, sliding my breasts back into the tight confines of my dress. One does not wander around topless at such a cultured party after all, though I proudly display his load upon my pushed up chest. My sudden exit disturbs the roost of girls who had been spying upon us while I ravished their purported amour, the pair of them glaring furiously at me for claiming their crush. I noticed their outraged observations from the start, not that I minded of course, what was the point of an affair if others could not watch? I have a wicked thought to turn about then and there and claim his virginity with my pussy, to spite the little lovebirds, but I resist the thought. No doubt by tomorrow morning he will be balls deep in one of them, his mind filled with disappointment that her hole does not measure up to the pure bliss of my breasts. So instead I hush them each with a finger, smearing his cum across their lips as I breeze by. One of them looks thoughtful, the other disgusted.

Feeling rather pleased with myself, I rejoin the main event, preening as eyes linger upon my curvaceous form, and the bountiful offering spread across them. It is not long before a group of suitors petition me, their wives and paramours feigning jealousy behind them, and I gladly join them in a nearby alcove. Within a minute I am on my knees, after five I am being penetrated in every hole, before fifteen have passed, the ladies join in the fun.