She was panting, blushing hotly as she scowled at him and finally managed to fix her slightly crumpled hat. "Mr. Boneripper, I can’t perform the procedure if you’re that rough with me this early!"
"Of course, my dear," Rorg said, pretending to wince with pain. "Please, my condition is only worsening."
"Oh, right. Well. Let me see now..." Ava parted the buttons of Rorg’s undershorts.
Upon unbuttoning the last, his huge green cock sprung free and nearly smacked her in the face.
She gasped, confronted by him once more. What was it about orcs that made them so big!
Not that she was complaining. As he inhaled his musk, Ava began to warm further to her task.
His manhood seemed so enormous compared to her delicate hands as she grasped it, wrapping her fingers around its veiny green girth as she began to stroke.
Precum was already glistening at the blunt tip. "Ooooh, Mr. Boneripper, this is one of the worst cases of horny I’ve seen. I think I’ll have to do some... mmmmm... preliminary work."
She leaned her face to his cock, looking up at him with lust heavy eyes as she planted kisses beneath the head of his cock.
Her pink tongue slipped over that sensitive spot. It traced the ridge of his fat head and licked at the small, bumpy patch of flesh just beneath it.
Her soft hands pumped the length of his prick as the warmth of her tongue spread over his cock.
Rorg resisted the urge to grab her head and force his cock between those luscious lips.
"Hrrrrmmm... My bollocks," he grunted. "My bollocks need to be... attended."
"Hmm? Oh! Yeah, yes," Ava panted, gazing down at his fat bollocks dangling in his loose sack.
The musk of his loins thicker there as she nuzzled the underside of his cock and tongued her way down to his heavy stones. "They are very swollen with fluids, Mr. Boneripper. Mmmmm. Let me clean them up... mmmmmmphhmmm."
She pressed her face to his sack, whorishly tonguing and slurping on his cum-heavy balls as her hands continued to deftly massage his shaft.
Her soft lips managed to engulf one of Rorg’s fat stones, bathing it in warmth and wetness. Sucking gently and making the big orc shudder with pleasure.
She popped one free and licked her way to the other, kissing it and tonguing it well before taking it into her mouth and gently sucking.
Ava gazed up at Rorg’s growing pleasure the whole time. His pre was slipping and sliding over her fingers. His body tensing.
Rorg was surprised that she was so near to making him cum with her hands alone. He grunted and hunched forward in his seat.
"Enough play," he groaned. "Put it in your mouth. Suck me off."
"Mmmmmm?" Ava popped his fat bollock from her mouth, a bit of drool glistening on her chin as she lifted her face from between his legs. "I was going to lick your ass."
"Suck me," Rorg growled, growing increasingly impatient.
"Well, I suppose I could," Ava giggled. "The procedure usually calls for—MMMPH!"
Rorg grabbed Ava by her hair and guided her insistently to his dripping cock. He smeared his pre across her lips and used his thumb to force her mouth open.
She yielded to him almost instantly, her eyes fluttering closed as he forced her mouth onto his huge cock.
Ancestors, what a born slut. It was almost a shame to let her go. Especially once she began to suck.
A steady, rhythmic nursing on his tip. Her tongue flicking against his oozing hole.
Her lips stretched full of orc cock as she took him deeper. To the silken back of her throat. Her mouth all around the upper half of her cock.
Her throat muscles working as if she were trying to swallow his huge tip. She gurgled softly, but did not gag.
"Ohhhhhh, that’s it," Rorg groaned, feeling the rush of his pleasure.
"MMmmmmmmmmm," Ava replied, acquiescing to his demand with alacrity.
Her eyes fluttered open again, watching him as she began to slide her lips up his cock before plunging him deep into her again.
The excruciating pleasure of her sucking mouth was more than the huge orc could stand.
He groaned as ecstasy rushed through him, swelling his cock between her lips. His muscles tensed. He fought the urge to ram his cock into her throat.
"Good! Goood! Here it comes! Fuck yesssss!"
Ava answered with a muffled moan and sucked him even harder. Her cheeks hollowed. Her eyes blazed with need.
The insistent sucking was too much. Rorg shouted and grasped at the seatback with his free hand.
He pushed her head down onto his cock, his hardness at last pushing past those tight throat muscles and into the hot, squeezing heaven of her throat.
She gurgled louder. Saliva bubbling from one nostril as he began to cum. Pulsating, pumping, spurting pleasure shooting down Ava’s throat.
She swallowed around his gushing cock, again and again, struggling to breathe with that thick orc meat wedged in her throat.
Nevertheless, Nurse Copperman did her duty for her patient. Stroking his damp balls with her fingers and nursing his cock with her throat, she drained him completely.
Until his hand relaxed on her head and she was able to lift her mouth from his lap. She straightened her nurse’s cap and looked up at him.
"Feeling better, Mr. Boneripper?" she asked, her voice sounding a bit hoarse.
"For the moment," Rorg rumbled, patting the seat beside him. "Come and sit, Ava, and I’ll tell you all bout the club and Syd the Warlock."
"Syd the Warlock?" Ava said, perking up as she licked her lips of the lingering cum, her tongue feeling wonderfully thick and heavy from the taste of his cock. "Who’s that?"
"He’s the manager of the Hot House," Rorg said, stroking his chin as Ava plopped into the seat beside him, her hands continuing to idly stroke his shaft. "We have an... arrangement for protection. Among other things. I even offer him help recruiting dancers. Though... Come to think of it, he’s always been an odd one. He insists on hiring only his own girls."
"Is that odd?" Ava said.
Rorg chuckled low. "Somewhat. But what did I care? So long as he paid on time."
"Did he?"
"Always," Rorg said. "After all, if my protection lapsed, who knows what might happen to the Hot House? It would be a real shame if someone happened to burn it down."
Ava gasped. "Who would do that?"
"It’d be quite the mystery, I’m sure," Rorg said drily, changing the subject. "Apparently he was a drop out of the sorcery academy. Happens. Wizards can’t cut it, go off and try their hand at other things."
"Like bawdy houses?"
"Sure. Why not?" the orc said, his cock once more thickening to a pillar of virility. Gods, her hands were good. But he knew there were other parts of her even better.
His eyes roamed down to the way her breasts bounced to the movements of the carriage. His cock twitched.
"So he’s an ex-sorcerer?"
"So I hear," Rorg said. "And he’s always looking for more girls."
"You think I could get to talk to him?"
"Hmm, well," Rorg said. "If you wanted to audition..."
"I do have some stage experience," Ava said.
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