'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.
