In response to his blonde companion's suggestion, Garant did nothing more than raise an eyebrow, leaving Zalah impressed at the man's confidence in the company of such ravishingly beautiful women. She hated to relinquish her suck-hold on his massive schlong, but reasoned that the more Garant had to look at, the less likely he was to notice when Linden made his exit. And so Zalah, with one final suck on Garant's swollen cockend, let her luscious lips slide off his cock with an audible 'plop', and crawled over the soft cushion towards the other blonde. The two megatitted blonde sluts greeted each other with a long, spit-swapping kiss, their tongues tangling and slurping in a lewd display of wanton sluttishness.
"Mmmm," the other blonde said, stopping for a breath. "I'm Tera. It's a pleasure to... make your acquaintance, Zalah."
Zalah favoured Tera with a wicked smile. "Not as much pleasure as it's going to be," she said. With a gentle shove she sent Tera sprawling back on the cushion, the blonde's massive tits bouncing slightly on impact, and dove between her legs. Tera's pussy was bald, the outer lips puffy and wet with arousal. Zalah gave the dripping slit a long, sensuous lick, eliciting a long, sensuous moan from the supine blonde, and proceeding to give Tera the tonguing of a lifetime.
Meanwhile, Nadia - who proved to be a gorgeous, silver-haired minx, had taken Zalah's place in front of Garant and was currently slurping away on his throbbing fleshpole. Garant evidently had an eye for talent: Nadia's cocksucking ability was clearly advanced enough that she was able to fit nearly all of his throbbing monstercock into the warm confines of her mouth and throat. The muscular man's bald head was thrown backwards, resting comfortably on the bulging bosom of the third of his original companions - a stunning raven-haired temptress whose name remained an enigma.
It was only then that Linden, who up to this point had been helplessly gawking at the erotic spectacle before him, finally realised that absolutely no one in the room was any paying attention to him. With one last glance at the tangle of nubile flesh sprawled across the huge cushion, he slipped out of the open door. It was evident from the start that while Linden's career in music had doubtless prepared him for many things, sneaking around a foreign diplomat's estate was not one of them. His attempts to creep silently along were clumsy, and after nearly knocking over his third vase he decided to forgo stealth and simply look in every room he came across until he found the crosier. The first room he went into turned out to be nothing more than a walk-in closet, filled with rich clothing in a foreign cut. The next room was a large bathroom, with state-of-the-art sanitation facilities.
The third room looked like a bedroom. Linden felt his heart beginning to pound. A bedroom seemed like a good place to hide something - this might be it! The room was dimly lit with candles, with a large bed in the centre and a couple of big closets to the side. Linden was making his way towards the closets when a soft cough made him freeze in his tracks. There was someone on the bed, a shadowy figure he had not noticed!
"Who are you?" The voice was young, female, and curious rather than frightened.
"I'm, ah... well... I'm just..." Linden floundered.
The figure on the bed reached for the lamp by her bedside, and there was a sudden flare of light. In that moment there were two simultaneous gasps, one from Linden and one from the figure on the bed.
Linden gasped because the woman on the bed was stunningly beautiful: young, in her early twenties Linden estimated, with long autumn-brown hair that flowed richly down her back and framed a classically beautiful face with thick lips and wide blue eyes. This was all secondary, however, to the young woman's astonishing figure. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she was clad in a short, tight nightgown, diaphanous and nearly transparent, that displayed her endless legs and her luscious ass, and clung like a second skin to the huge tits that ballooned out of her chest and hung in bulging defiance of gravity over her flat stomach.
The woman on the bed gasped because she recognised the man who had entered her room. "You're - you're Linden Way," she exclaimed. "The musician!"
"You... know me?"
"Of course!" She clutched her hands over her heart - or at least, as close to her heart as she could get with those enormous tits in the way. "I'm your biggest fan!"
Linden, despite the strangeness of the situation, could not help but be flattered. "Oh, er... well, thanks, I guess," he said, attempting to be modest but inwardly preening.
"What are you doing here?" The woman asked, then cut Linden off before he could reply. "Wait! Never mind, I don't care why you're here. But you're not leaving until I've had my way with you! Now get over here." She crooked her finger at him, and Linden, with a parting glance at the bedroom door, stepped over to the bed. |