The Devil Went Down on London

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Trentham reached forward, plucking a black grape from the peacock’s left nipple.  Gazing into the girl’s hungry eyes, he nibbled at the small fruit, juice dribbling over his lips.  Unable to resist the invitation, the peacock drew his head back down to hers, sharing in the sweet flavor.

Pleased, but still unwilling to take when others might serve him, Jared spoke.  “Feed me, blonde.”

His first woman smiled and began collecting various treats from the table.  He nodded to the ginger, her toga now missing, and gestured to the table.  “Are you hungry?”

She nodded, her generous breasts bouncing in a pleasing manner.

“Then don’t wait on me.”

The ginger climbed onto the table, centering herself before the spread legs of the peacock and began removing fruit and nuts from toes.  Obviously enjoying herself, the ginger licked her pale pink lips after each morsel entered her mouth.  Maintaining eye contact with Jared, the minx squirmed when the blonde began feeding him a foot long sausage.

His tongue surrounded the meat.  Savoring the scent and shape, Jared bit into the spicy link.  The blonde rubbed her breasts against his exposed chest before she kissed the corner of his mouth.  She began to plunge the sausage in and out of his mouth.  Straddling his waist, she traced the muscles of his chest and stomach before taking the opposite end of the sausage into her mouth.

Jared felt his rod thicken and rise.  In moments, his length rested against the blonde’s ass.  When he began grinding his hips in mindless pleasure, she withdrew, leaving him to chew on the meat.  Moans of pleasure filled the room.  Hands from a number of women massaged his feet, legs and arms.  Lost in the soft scent of female attention, he smiled and closed his eyes.

A particularly strong groan erupted from across the table.  He peeked to see Jason heaving in release.  The boy met Jared’s eyes before blushing crimson.

Jared cast a glance around the room, studying each tableau with increasing interest.  The women were all naked now, having shed their sheer clothing to entertain themselves with the fruit and each other.  A brunette with a mass of untamed curls rode one of the platter bearers.  Two other nymphs sucked on orange slices as they tickled their nipples.  Trentham no longer paid any heed to those around him, enraptured by his meal.

The blonde continued to feed Jared.  When she offered up a cup of wine, he sipped it down before asking, “I wish for one more thing, my dear.”

“Yes, sir?  What may I get you?”

“An opium pipe.”

She whispered the request to a curvy redhead, who  rose and disappeared through one of the hidden panel doors at the end of the room.

The ginger’s tongue now licked at the exposed inner thighs of the peacock.  Jared reached forward and removed a handful of walnuts from a hip.  The ginger smiled at him, her hands kneading at the soft flesh before her.

“Go on, my little woman, take her.”

Winking, the ginger’s pink tongue speared through pale curls sticky with jelly and juice.  The peacock cried out in surprise, and pleasure.  The woman between her legs delved deeper, her ass waving in the air.  Jared eyed the long, lean muscles of her legs and tight globes of her ass.  Shaking off the worshipful attention of his harem, he stood and moved behind her.

With an open view of the both women’s dripping pussies, he reached down and slid his finger down the ginger’s cleft.  Wet and ready, he knelt behind her, fingering her a few times, as he readied his cock.  Removing his seeking fingers, he slid his penis into her throbbing, rocking vagina.  He reached around, grasping her large, warm breasts and squeezed.  Unable to ease into a motion guaranteed for a lengthy ride, Jared lost himself as the ginger clamped about his shaft.

Small hands slapped his buttocks.  Mouths licked his ass.  A woman’s wet crotch slicked his back as she mounted him like a horse.  Time and space took on an ethereal feel.  His connection with the world of London severed as he sought a darker, wetter place.  The ginger bucked beneath him, her orgasm causing her to collapse.  His balls tightened.  The smell of sugar and sex filled the air.