A rank of six voluptuous women stood naked in the Billiards Room. Their masks had been
removed. Countess Karina Khrapovitzky, masked and superior, strode along the line,
critically inspecting the nude beauties. She paused to pat the slack stomach of one of
the women, waiting until the muscles had tightened.
The women inhaled as one when the door opened and the Grand Master entered with Prince
Mehmed.
"Prime flesh, these," the Grand Master said.
Karina moved to the head of the head of the line of women. She turned to the first of
them, a well-curved girl with ash blonde hair, and quietly said, “Step forward.”
The young woman obeyed without demur, moving to stand before the black-robed and hooded
Prince. She spread her legs and placed her hands behind her head. Her fair pubic bush
barely hid the plump lips of her sex, and she thrust her hips forward before his eyes.
The girl flinched a little when he reached forward to delicately part the fleshy lobes and
rub his finger along her slit. She gave out but a small murmur when the digit entered her
cunt but, otherwise, endured this probing inspection of her charms.
She felt his other hand upon her right breast, teasing the nipple to strong prominence
as he rolled it between thumb and forefinger. Her moist sex closed around his invading
digit and she involuntarily moved her hips forward as the pad of his thumb expertly
massaged her engorged clitoris. A rose-blush suffused her cheeks, spreading down over her
shoulders to the soft orbs of her white breasts.
“A responsive slut,” Mehmed murmured, tweaking her nipple before withdrawing his hands.
The young woman, her hands still clasped behind her neck, averted her gaze.
Prince Mehmed pushed back the sleeves of his robe and reached to cup the pendant breasts
in the palms of his hands. He ran his hands over her flanks. His fingers tested the
softness on the inside of her thighs. She gave out small gasps. His examination was
thorough, and he even spread her fleshy buttocks to probe the tiny puckered rose there.
Then he patted her bottom to send her scurrying back to her place in the line of nude
women.
"Next," Karina said, and another nude blonde girl immediately stepped
forward.
The discarded beauty stood by the wall, again placing her hands behind the back of her
neck. She had been well-trained. Her full breasts were nicely raised, nipples tight and
throbbing. She watched as the handsome young man deftly examined the next woman who
shamelessly offering her breasts for his cupped hands, thrusting out her loins with the
slit of her sex visible through the flaxen thatch. Then the Prince summarily slapped the
girl’s soft white buttocks to send her away.
When the Prince had examined all six women, he turned to the Countess, saying, "They
are exquisite creatures!"
"Thank you, sir."
"None of them will do."
The Countess was taken aback. “May I ask why, sir?” she said.
“Ruined, every last one of them,” the Prince said. "They are simply upper-class
whores. My requirements are very precise and I thought I’d made them clear. I seek a
young, healthy, well-bred aristocratic virgin who is totally fresh and unsullied."
"Never fear. We shall provide such a woman,” the Grand Master said.
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