Chryssa was bathing, attended by four of the village women that had appointed themselves as her 'handmaidens' because they enjoyed basking in the honor accorded to her by the rest of the village. That, and the fact that if they felt needy, they were the first in line to use the sexual services provided by the Tribute.
On this particular day, for instance, Mashavu had told the Tribute that she wished to have her ass played with. Smiling, Chryssa had obliged her by placing the woman face down over a bench. Naked, she straddled the woman's low back, facing her feet. Prying apart those glorious ass cheeks, Chryssa carefully drooled warm spittle on the centered pucker. She put her finger in her mouth to coat it with slippery saliva, and then pressed it slowly through the anal ring, adding more spittle from time to time. Mashavu was moaning softly by the time the finger fully penetrated her, and her moaning intensified as Chryssa added a second finger, and then a third.
The other three handmaidens watched with wide open eyes as Chryssa began finger fucking Mashavu's ass. They always watched, learning new things to try. The impaled woman was writhing on the bench as her pleasure built and built. But Chryssa intuited that she needed a little extra something to bring on her climax. Chryssa's open palm cracked swiftly down onto Mashavu's ass cheeks - not harshly, but erotically. It only took about six slaps before Mashavu began her orgasm. Chryssa had to hold the woman's waist tightly between her thighs, riding her as she bucked on the surface of the bench. She continued spanking, although with a lighter force, until the woman sighed with completion.
Panya, who was the smallest - a very petite woman - requested cunnilingus. To add a certain piquancy to this, Chryssa had the other three handmaidens help. One held Panya's hands up above her head as she rested on her back. The other two each grabbed a knee and ankle, holding the woman open. Instead of getting between Panya's legs, Chryssa knelt alongside her lower belly, and leaned down, bringing her face near the woman's sex. Sideways as she was to the woman's labia, she was able to slurp both of the pussy lips into her mouth at the same time. Applying significant suction, she raised her head up, stretching those lips until they popped out of her mouth. Panya's elevated breathing rate and sounds of pleasure indicated how much she was enjoying this variation.
After several minutes of this, Panya's labia were puffy and hot. The Tribute then delicately pried them open and let her mouth position itself where those lips had been. Again suction was applied, but this time Chryssa didn't lift her head upward. She kept it in place, and allowed her tongue to plunge itself deeply into the woman's cunt. Panya shrieked, and the handmaidens were hard-pressed to hold her down at that point. The plunging tongue displaced the welling vaginal fluids which were then whisked up into Chryssa's throat. After drinking a refreshing amount of Panya's cunt juices, Chryssa moved her mouth to the woman's clit, and let her fingers start doing what the tongue had been doing inside the hot, pulsating vagina. Panya was already shaking as Chryssa sucked and stretched her clit, letting it pop out of her lips like the labia had done previously. Panya's scream of orgasm could be heard throughout the village, making people stop and smile.
Wambua merely asked the Tribute for something novel - something she'd never experienced before. Smiling, Chryssa had Wambua sit with her back braced firmly against the side of a sturdy wooden desk. Chryssa sat facing her, lifting Wambua's right foot with her hands, and placing her own right foot directly in front of the woman's pussy. Wambua's eyes bulged slightly as Chryssa began softly sucking on her big toe. This was indeed a novel sensation for the woman - no one had ever sucked on her toe before, and the pleasurable sensation being generated streaked from that toe, up her leg, and into her crotch.
Wambua's eyes increased their bulging by about twenty percent as Chryssa brought the toes of her right foot against the wetness emanating from between the handmaiden's slit. Wiggling slightly, the toes worked their way inward, burrowing into the warmth of the woman's vaginal tunnel. At the same time, Chryssa widened her mouth to take in all of Wambua's toes, suckling them as her tongue licked and explored the spaces between them. Thunderstruck by the flood of sensations, all converging at her sex, Wambua began a humping action with her pelvis. This only served to drive the toes even more deeply inside her. Almost all of Chryssa's foot was now inside her pussy, and the wiggling, curling and uncurling toes were urging her to cum - and she came, magnificently! Gasping and shuddering, she anointing the Tribute's foot with copious juices. It was a good thing she was braced against the desk, or she might've fallen over as she lost control of her limbs.
Finally, it was Chiku's turn. She'd always been quite vain about her breasts, and wanted them worshiped today. The Tribute did this by sitting behind her with her long, shapely legs embracing Chiku's waist, and nuzzling her neck while she reached around to those sensitive tits. Chiku's nipples sprang to life, causing the other handmaidens to gasp and murmur. As the Tribute kneaded and nuzzled, those nipples swelled and swelled. Their dark brown areolae corrugated into a rippling textured landscape as they thrust the flesh of the nipples farther forward. Chryssa gently raked her fingernails across that landscape as she began nibbling the woman's neck, peering over her shoulder to watch the reactions of her breast tissue.
Chiku arched her back... more and more... like a tightening bowstring, thrusting her tits more firmly against the Tribute's manipulations. Chryssa couldn't see this, but Chiku's eyes were rolling back in their sockets with pleasure, and her cunt was opening like a flower. But the Tribute could smell the woman's nectar, flowing out from between her swelling labia. With a quiet articulation into Chiku's ear, Chryssa softly whispered, "Cum." At that same moment, her fingers grasped the swollen nipples and gave them a perfectly modulated squeeze. Chiku cried out her release, and shook so violently as she came that her tit flesh wobbled like jelly, except for the nipples still trapped in Chryssa's fingertips.
All that took place right after they awoke together, and consequently the Tribute needed to be bathed to start the rest of her day. They soaped her, scrubbed her, rinsed her, and massaged her with fragrant oil. Each handmaiden took a different section of her body for the massage, and Chryssa luxuriated in the feel of eight hands rubbing her sensuously. Heavenly. When this was finished, her skin gleamed. Panya had the daily task of shaving Chryssa's pubic region, leaving only an inverted triangle of dark, trimmed hairs that never failed to draw the men's attention.
Once Chryssa's hair had dried, Wambua plaited the long black silky strands, and secured them with a colorful fillet of gold thread. Chiku applied the red salve to the edge of the Tribute's areolae, while Panya delicately painted it along the edges of her labia. Mashavu skillfully applied an iridescent eyeshadow, which enhanced the natural beauty of the Tribute's brown eyes. Her lips needed no enhancement, being a delicate pink and very kissable. Their ministrations complete, the self-appointed handmaidens stood back as Chryssa arose to consume her daily dose of the special herb that prevented pregnancy. The Tribute seldom wore any clothing at all in this warm climate, and her lithe, lean body had tanned to a brown that approximated the warm brown skin tones of many of the villagers.
She went out to the comfortable hammock located near the door to her home. Panya gave the hammock gentle nudges from time to time, creating a soft artificial breeze on Chryssa's body. Chiku fed her a light repast of fruits as she awaited learning what the villagers needed today.
It wasn't long before Tahvo, the village leader appeared, walking toward her. There were others with him, but they were walking single file, so she could only see a tall man behind him. The man's rippling musculature was sheathed in a medium brown skin with cool jewel undertones. As they drew nearer, she could discern a woman walking behind that man. The woman's skin glowed like polished ebony. She was gorgeous. It wasn't until they were very close that Chryssa also saw that they had with them a young man, whose beautiful dark skin approximated that of the woman. Chryssa was surprised that she didn't know these three people, but the village was extensive enough that she hadn't met everyone yet in the few weeks that she'd been with them.
"Greetings, Tribute," the leader said, formally.
"Good morning, Tahvo," she replied. "You're looking very virile this morning." There was a tinge of flattery in that statement, but in her experience, he was very virile, indeed. His virility was apparent, since on this warm, clear day he was naked, as were the people with him.
