Pocahontas found a leaf from a tree big enough to wrap around her naked body like a towel as she made her way back to her village deep in the forest where she earlier that day had left the man she was supposed to marry, Kocuom, at the altar. The fabric of the leaf was scratchy against her tan skin, and she couldn't wait to get it off and put on a fresh outfit. She hid behind some bushes, watching how almost everyone in her tribe were out looking for her. As the chief's daughter, her disappearance caused quite a stir. She noticed Kocuom sitting shirtless on a rock with a dozen of swooning ladies flocking around him, comforting him and using every excuse to touch his muscular chest. Pocahontas didn't quite get how everyone thought he was so dreamy. Yeah, he was handsome and all, but he was just so serious; wasn't at all a fun guy to be around.
"She just left me standing there," Kocuom said crestfallen like he couldn't believe it.
The girls around him repaid with an "awwww" and some even defamed Pocahontas, saying that she was an unthankful bitch to leave such a nice attractive man.
Pocahontas snorted and sneaked her way passed some trees and made it inside her hut without being noticed. Once she was inside, she threw the giant tree leaf off her and sighed. She found a beige buckskin dress that she had made herself with feathers and turquoise stones on it,
"Where the hell have you been?" a voice said behind Pocahontas as she pulled the dress over her head, causing her to make a tiny jump of surprise and spin around on her heel.
Behind her stood a girl with small black eyes, a small nose and mouth and with long black hair.
"Jesus Christ, Nakoma, you scared me," Pocahontas said and put on some feathered earrings with leather cords and turquoise beads.
Pocahontas' friend Nakoma glared at her with her arms akimbo. "Everyone is looking for you. Where did you go?"
"I can't marry Kocoum." Pocahontas put her long raven black hair behind her ear. "My path is leading me elsewhere."
"What are you talking about?" Nakoma opened the curtain, which functioned as a door, a tiny bit to make them able to see Kocoum, still getting 'comforted' by horny bitches. "He is such a hunk," Nakoma said. "Look at those pecks."
Pocahontas shrugged and started to pack a sack of the most necessary items for her travel.
"Remember the time I told you about that dream I had with the spinning arrow?"
"Yeah," Nakoma said.
"Well, I think this is that arrow." Pocahontas threw the compass she got from Jane to Nakoma who examined it with her eyes. "My consciousness is telling me to follow that arrow, and the wind is taking me away from here."
"So you're really leaving?" Nakoma said, not comprehending why Pocahontas would want to do such a thing.
Pocahontas nodded.
"And you're not marrying Kocoum?"
"Hell no," Pocahontas said and rolled her eyes. She grabbed the compass from Nakoma's hand and put it in her travelling sack.
Nakoma opened the curtain again and looked at Kocoum. "Heck, I'll take him then."
"Go for it," Pocahontas said and smiled as she was heading towards the door.
Right when she passed her though, Nakoma grabbed hold of Pocahontas' snatch beneath her dress. Pocahontas looked stunned into Nakoma's eyes.
"A quickie before you go?" she asked.
Pocahontas was very tempted. Nakoma had a killer body and they used to have sex once in a while which was fucking great.
"I can't," she said, however. "It's getting dark, and when everyone comes back, it will be impossible to leave unseen."
Pocahontas removed Nakoma's hand, but kissed her instead.
"Say hi to my father from me," she said and walked out of the tent.
Sneaking away was easy as Pocahontas was very light and elegant on her bare feet. She hid behind bushes and trees whenever she heard someone from the search party nearby. After an hour or so, walking straight in the direction that the compass was taking her, she felt fairly confident that no one would be around and decided to make camp for the night in a hollow tree. She felt a little sad that she didn't get to say goodbye to Grandmother Willow and explain why she had to leave. Pocahontas knew she would understand. Willow was there when Jane and Pocahontas met after all, and she even took part in their amazing love session.
Pocahontas woke up as the sun rose above the trees. She grabbed her stuff and started walking again. After a while she noticed smoke in the distance. She must be getting close! She ran fast, like the wind was carrying her, till she reached the busy square of the village. The place was loud, salesmen were chanting, pigs were grunting, and kids were screaming, yet when Pocahontas past, people seemed to get quieter and start whispering like hissing flames, saying "is that a savage?" or "what is such an uncivilized doing here?". A kid pulled at her mom's skirt and said: "where are her shoes, mommy?"
Pocahontas tried to ignore those prejudice townsfolk and scouted for Jane or Tiana. Then, with a strike of incredible luck, she noticed a voice in the crowd. It was Jane, talking to an elderly man at the doorstep of some kind of store. Actually, as far as Pocahontas could see, it wasn't a conversation, but rather just Jane grumbling at him.
"What's all the hullabaloo about?" Jane said angrily to the man. "You realize that everyone in this town are illiterates and you just banned two of your only customers?"
"This library does not tolerate those kinds of profane behaviors that you and that Belle-girl were displaying on my couch," the librarian said defensively.
"Who's Belle?" Pocahontas said, revealing her presence.
"Who are you?" the librarian yelped. He clearly hadn't seen a native before.
Jane turned her head and gasped when she saw Pocahontas.
"Oh my god! You're that girl from the forest!" she said enthusiastically. "I can't believe you're here."
"I've been dying to see you ever since you left," Pocahontas said and grabbed Jane's hand.
"Holy shit, me too. You were the best fuck I ever had," Jane said energized.
"Excuse me," the librarian interjected impatiently.
"Just a sec, honey, I need to deal with this villain," Jane said to Pocahontas with bitterness in her voice. "Because this girl Belle and I had sex in his store one time, he is banning us forever," she explained.
"Who's Belle? She sounds hot, can I meet her?"
Jane shrugged. "I have no idea where she is."
The librarian put his head in his hand.
"I can't deal with this. Good day to you both," he said firmly and turned around, about to slam the door shut, but Jane stopped him.
"Stop!" she sighed. "If you won't let me in, can you at least tell me where the nearest library is?"
"About four kilometers east of here," he said coldly and shut the door.
"Why do you need one of these libarys anyway?" Pocahontas asked.
"Gorilla research. Since I used all my time in the woods with you last time, I didn't meet any. So I have to go out there again, and I forgot most of my research. Hence, I need some books."
Pocahontas just nodded. She didn't get a word of that.
"It's a shame though." Jane stroked her hand on Pocahontas' curvy body. "I really want to be with you, but it's indeed urgent with the books so I've got to get going."
Pocahontas looked sad with her big puppy eyes.
"But!" Jane exclaimed. "What do you say we meet on this spot tonight? I know a great restaurant nearby."
"A what now?" Pocahontas said confused. Jane couldn't help but giggle over Pocahontas' ignorance.
"A place where you eat," Jane explained, reached into a pocket and pulled out a few gold coins. "Take these. You give them to people if you want something from them. We call it money. There's a lot of stuff to do in this town so I'm sure you'll find a way to pass the time."
"No, I can't take these," Pocahontas said modestly.
"Don't worry about it. My dad's a famous wealthy scientist." Jane kissed Pocahontas on her full lips. "Shall we say 6 o'clock?"
When Pocahontas looked confused once again, Jane pointed to a large church with an enormous clock. "When the short arrow points to six, then it's 6 o'clock. There will be some really loud bells ringing, it's unmistakable. Rumor has it some weird hunchback is ringing them."
"Okay," Pocahontas just said, not knowing what to do with that information.
"Well, see ya," Jane said and was gone within seconds.
Pocahontas started walking around, feeling really out of place, and trying not to think about those prickling looks everyone was giving her. She thought the village was dirty and boring, and everyone was in such a hurry all the time, pushing and yelling. She held the coins tightly in her fist, but she couldn't seem to find anything to use them for.
At least until she noticed a bright neon sign, depicting what looked like the silhouette of a naked woman in profile, sitting down with a raised leg. Above it were the words Strip and Club. Pocahontas didn't know what any of those words meant, but they sure caught her interest. She went over to check it out.
A large man, almost as big as Kocoum, stood by the door, dressed in black. Pocahontas stared at him for a second. Then he raised his eyebrows.
"Money?" he said in a deep voice.
"Huh?" Pocahontas just said before she realized that he was referring to the coins. "Oh, right, here you go." She handed him the gold coins and his eyes immediately widened and he straightened up. They didn't have very rich guests that often.
He stepped aside, opened the door and pointed to the left.
"The VIP room is in that direction," he said, and Pocahontas went in.
There was strange loud music playing, and the place was dark with bright spotlights on podiums here and there where half naked girls were dancing sexily while a few men were wooing and throwing small pieces of green paper at them. Pocahontas went to the left however and walked into a room with VIP Room engraved on the door with a pink heart around it. She didn't know what to expect.
What she found on the other side, was a small room with a selection of soft couches and red lights brightening the place. In front of the couch, was a small three-legged table with a full glass of champagne and a bottle next to it. In front of that, was a little stage of some kind with a pole in the middle, going from the floor to the ceiling. The room seemed pretty closed off with no windows or anything, but by the end of the stage was a passageway with some kind of curtain of flowers hanging in front of it. Above it, the name Esmeralda was written in glitter. Pocahontas didn't really know what to do so she sat down on the couch and waited for something to happen. She could still hear the, to her ears, peculiar music, banging on from the outside. Pocahontas held up the champagne glass. She didn't know what it was so without thinking twice she just gulped the whole thing. Hmm, she thought. How delicious. She quickly poured herself another drink and chugged that too, but before she could drink the third one, she heard the curtains of the other entrance start dangling.
Pocahontas almost dropped her drink. A Romani woman in incredibly sexy red lingerie walked in. She had a perfect hourglass figure, two ginormous firm tits and striking emerald green eyes. Her raven-black hair was tied back with a pink ribbon. She walked elegantly to the pole with much grace, and started moving her body to the music, slowly and sexily. She stood behind the pole, elevated her way down with spread legs and with the pole between her boobs without breaking eye contact with Pocahontas whose jaw was on the floor. Esmeralda then turned around, and Pocahontas got a good look at the greatest fucking ass she had ever seen. Esmeralda started twerking it in front of her. Pocahontas didn't even know any butts could do that, and she was getting increasingly wet. She took a sip of her champagne which still tasted wonderfully. She was getting incredibly aroused by watching this beauty dancing before her. She started playing with her hair and took another big sip of the champagne, emptying the glass.
Then Esmeralda made a come-hither motion at Pocahontas with her index finger. Pocahontas stupidly pointed to herself as if to ask if it was her that she was referring to, but it could only be her as there were nobody else in the room. With an excited little jump, like a kid getting out of bed on Christmas Morning, she got off the couch, but Esmeralda was already on all four and crawling to her like a hungry tiger. Pocahontas watched in astonishment as Esmeralda squatted down with spread legs, and after licking her finger sexily, pulled her small panties aside and touched her nice wet pussy right in front of her mesmerized spectator. Esmeralda put her finger filled with pussyjuice in front of Pocahontas' face who naturally put the whole thing in her mouth and sucked thoroughly.
Esmeralda got off the stage and stood before Pocahontas who stared into her pantie covered crotch.
"Take them off," Esmeralda mouthed to Pocahontas and turned around, showing her luxurious ass once again.
Pocahontas slipped them right off Esmeraldas's ass, and Esmeralda bend forward, putting her pussy right in front of Pocahontas' face, but she turned around before she could touch it.
She sat down on Pocahontas' lap and started rocking back and forward, dry-humping her beautiful savage client. She got her big tits in Pocahontas' face while she unbuttoned the bra behind her back. It slipped down and her hard nipples were freed. Pocahontas shuddered as her desire spiked wildly. She hesitantly parted her lips and Esmeralda pressed her torso forward, pushing her nipple and areola into Pocahontas' mouth. Her hips were working in time to the music. Time lost all meaning to Pocahontas as her world shrunk down to just her and the soft, salty, sexy girl. Esmeralda's mound, bumping and rubbing against Pocahontas' pussy was driving her crazy. Pocahontas moaned softly. She could feel the champagne creeping up on her, and she felt increasingly horny. Esmeralda gently lifted Pocahontas' chin and kissed her passionately, but Pocahontas wanted it rough and bit Esmeralda's lip. Esmeralda liked it. She pulled at the collar on Pocahontas' buckskin dress and followed her up on the stage. She took her by her hands and got her to her feet. Then she pushed her against the strip pole and forced her arms over her head before she took her dress off her. She wore nothing underneath. Esmeralda's eyes elevated, and then she smiled, pleased with what she saw. She took the pink ribbon out of her hair, and let it fall down, flowing elegantly. Then she held Pocahontas' hands together over her head and tied them to the strip pole in a tight knot. Pocahontas bit her lip and tried to break free but it was too tight.
"Oooh, you are naughty," Pocahontas said. She was loving this.
Esmeralda put her mouth on Pocahontas' hard nipples and caressed her flat stomach. Her head went further down, and she licked all over her belly and reached her abdomen. Pocahontas was going mad with anticipation as Esmeralda expertly found her entrance and curled two fingers into her tight passage. Pocahontas was so wet she experienced no pain, only a wild thrill. Esmeralda drove her fingers into Pocahontas' molten sex. Two thrusts and Pocahontas was moaning. In ten she was biting her lip and fighting back the rising tide. Esmeralda seemed to be taking her cue from the driving rhythm of the music. Somewhere between halfbeats, Pocahontas' body stiffened and on the downbeat she felt her pussy quiver in delight.
Pocahontas then felt Esmeralda's soft flexible tongue touch her quivering pussy and caressing her clit.
"Ooooh, that is so good!" she cried out as her body was wiggling against the strip pole.
Pure bliss raced through her system like a runaway freight train and slammed into her mind in an explosion of sparks. She saw starbursts and heard a rushing wave like the ocean in her ears as the pleasure carried her away. Her cry of pleasure was eclipsed by the shriek of a guitar and the pounding blast of the drums as the musicians reached their crescendo outside the VIP room.
As Esmeralda released Pocahontas from the bondage, she collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. Esmeralda walked to the table, her ass wiggling as she went, and took the flask of champagne which was halfway empty. She took a huge slurp right off the bottle and poured the rest of the bubbly liquid over Pocahontas' heavenly body and her huge breasts. Pocahontas gasped and started giggling as she looked down her soaking figure.
Esmeralda bent over in front of Pocahontas.
"Lick my ass," she commanded, and Pocahontas got up on all fours immediately. She could see that Esmeralda's pussy was incredibly wet already, but Pocahontas still spat right on her asshole and spread it to her pussy for good measure.
Going slow was not a concept Pocahontas practiced so she started licking all over Esmeralda's tight ass and fucking her slick pussy with about 280 beats per minute with her middle finger. Esmeralda was roaring instantly.
"Yesyesyesyesyesyes!" she screamed as Pocahontas assaulted her pussy, and when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Pocahontas put in another finger, and another one, and then licked ferociously on her clitoris.
It was unreal, the explosions of pleasure from Esmeralda's pussy coming again and again, seemingly timed to match each swipe of that silken tongue over her clit. Her back arched, she whimpered and found it impossible to breathe as her body convulsed again and again. When she felt another finger slide into her passage another blast of unreal euphoria tore through her already quivering body. Again and again and again the waves of pleasure assailed her mind, until she lost all connection with reality. She was totally absorbed in it, oblivious to all else.
While she screamed and every profane phrase you could think of came bursting out of her mouth, she started squirting all over the floor of the club. It kept pouring from her like a waterfall.
Pocahontas was laughing like a maniac. A mix of the euphoria of this scenario and the effect of the booze had turned her into a crazy person.
"Yes, squirt for me, you whore!" she shouted and grabbed Esmeralda's hair tightly and made her look at her. They exchanged hot mutual kisses.
"Now lick it up," Pocahontas said and forced Esmeralda's head down to the floor. She took out her tongue and took long licks on the floor. She slurped up the mix of spilled champagne and her own juices willingly. A bit of cum dangled from her chin as she looked up at Pocahontas again who licked it off swiftly.
"Hmmm," she hummed. "Can you make me squirt too?"
Esmeralda smirked and nodded her head softly. "Otherwise I'll get you your money back. You just lie on your back and I'll take it from here."
Pocahontas did as told, and Esmeralda instantly took charge, licking her pussy fast and energetically and slapping it hard, making Pocahontas scream and quiver. Esmeralda pushed one finger in, then two, then three, then four, until her whole hand was inside Pocahontas' pussy, pumping the cum out of her. Pocahontas squirted and squirted and reached some alternate dimension of pleasure as Esmeralda fisted her hard and slapped her on her tits and right on her face.
Over the noise of Pocahontas screaming her lungs out and squirting like a fountain, the girls heard the door to the VIP room swing open and hit the wall with a loud bang. Esmeralda quickly pulled out her saturated hand from Pocahontas' sex and saw an aging man with a wrinkled, care-worn face and thinning white hair, wearing black robes, standing in the doorway.
"Frollo!" Esmeralda gasped.
"Seize the gypsy!" the man said over his shoulder and two thugs hurried into the room and grabbed the naked Esmeralda, holding one of her arms each. Pocahontas watched the whole scene in confusion.
"You are under arrest, under the charges of witchcraft and-" Frollo looked at Pocahontas with disgust. "-fornication."
"All the prisons are full, master Frollo," said one of the guards holding Esmeralda who desperately tried to escape their grasp.
"Then take her to Arendelle. They always have room in their dungeons." Frollo got uncomfortably close to Esmeralda, and she could smell the foul stench of his breath in her face. "I've finally got you, you snake," he whispered.
She spat in his face. "You're the snake."
Frollo looked like he was about to smack her in the face but was interrupted.
"What about the other girl?" the second guard asked.
Frollo looked at Pocahontas with wide nostrils. "Leave her. You said the prisons were full so there is no point in bringing another whore. Besides, this is the one we've been looking for," he said and touched Esmeralda's chin.
And just like that, they were gone, and Pocahontas was alone in the VIP room, sitting in a puddle of squirted cum and champagne. She couldn't comprehend what had just happened, and sure as hell didn't know what her stripper lover had done to upset that creepy old man that much.
Pocahontas could hear some bells ringing outside and realized that that was the cue for her to meet Jane. She quickly got her dress on even though it was sticky against her skin and ran out of the strip club. The sun was nearly going down and the streets weren't nearly as busy anymore. Pocahontas hurried to the place where she and Jane had agreed to meet.
Jane stood by the library, looking as beautiful as ever.
"Oh there you are," she said as she saw Pocahontas approaching with scruffy hair and stained clothes.
"You wouldn't believe what just happened-" Pocahontas started, but Jane cut her off.
"Sorry, I'd like to hear all about it, but we're gonna miss our reservation."
Pocahontas noticed that Jane was holding a wrapped present under her arm.
"The restaurant is right over there," Jane said and pointed.
Pocahontas turned around to follow her finger and paused as she saw the restaurant building.
"No fucking way," she said dumbfounded.
In big green letters were the words: Tiana's Palace.