Dungeons & Gangsters

by Marco Frazetta

  “Hot damn boy, that’s a lotta meat in motion!” some jerk-off yelled out, causing an uproar of laughter somewhere behind me.

  I glanced over to the guy, a thread of my thick black hair falling over one of my eyes. “The only meat you need to look at is what’s on your fucking plate,” I said to the guy, some skinny human prick, tall and gangly with shades on, indoors. Something about Grexy had already made me a little possessive. Shades got the message though, he grumbled a “whatever” and went back to his food.

  “Okay, Grexy,” I said in a low rumble, ignoring the jerk-off’s comment. She turned back just for a moment, flashing a smile at me.

  What the hell was wrong with me? Ass could wait—I had business to take care of. I caught Skreech’s eye and nodded towards the door. He rapidly drained a large cocktail that he had been nursing, then hopped down from the barstool and made his way over to me.

  “She might just break you.” Ray’s eyes rounded.

  “I can handle her, trust me.” We started walking out, Ray slightly ahead of us.

  “What are we doin’ now, boss?” Skreech longingly looked back over at a gaggle of curvy waitresses, a hint of sadness in his little voice from being torn away prematurely from the eye candy.

  “I’m figuring it out with this IRS pencil pusher. You just relax and keep quiet.” The crisp air of the parking light refreshed my nose, and the light posts made everything look piss yellow. “Well Ray, let’s get this show on the road. I’m a taxpayer and I demand access to Uncle Sam’s office.”

  Ray rubbed his temples. “When do you need this by anyway?”

  “Tonight.”

  “Tonight? You joking, Teek?”

  “Does it look like I am, ya balding bitch?”

  “Alright, take it easy, geeze. Why you gotta take personal shots like that? Look, the absolute best I can do is tomorrow night.”

  “Not good enough.”

  “Alright, let’s go over to the building right now. Soon as we walk in there’ll be two security guards who ask me why I’m there. When I try to make up some bullshit, they’ll still say no. Then what, you whack em? It gets caught on camera, now you’re fucked, you and me both. Or, we do it tomorrow night and I can set it up in the day with my manager so he thinks I legit have a reason for coming in after hours. Which sounds better to you?”

  My knuckles blanched. “Wise-ass. Fine. tomorrow. But I swear, Ray, tomorrow or it’s your ass.”

  “Yeah, tomorrow.” He walked off into the foggy yellow of the beach at night.

  “Where we headed?” Skreech asked, rubbing his eyes like he was tired.

  “We’re goin’ home, for now,” I answered.

  After we were on the road for a bit, my Mustang swallowing the white lines on the road, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Skreech was looking at me intently, as though he were trying to figure out the right words for an important question.

  “What is it, Skreech?” I asked him, with my eyes still on the road, keeping close to Ray.

  “I gotta be the one to say it, boss? That’s how we’re doin’ it?” The little goblin asked, slight irritation in his voice.

  “What? Say what?” I asked, perplexed. Skreech started to huff and puff, turning this way and that way, then he looked at me, his eyes bulging.

  “THOSE FUCKIN’ TITS ON THAT ORC!” He exclaimed, his ugly little face breaking into a wide grin, “AND SHE HAD THREE OF ‘EM!” He started babbling and chattering excitedly. “I saw she snuck you the digits!” He squealed.

  “Be quiet, Skreech,” I said, breaking into a grin myself. “I ain’t letting you watch. That was a one time thing.”

  “Aw, come on, boss!”

  Chapter 5

  “Skreech, I want you to get the guns ready and get my vest out. Get everything we need for the job ready,” I told the little goblin after I had washed up, sprayed a little cologne on. “I gotta head out for a bit.”

  “What?!” Skreech yelped from the other room, hopping off of his chair and thumping over to me. “What about tomorrow? You’re goin’ out at a time like this?”

  “Yea, I’ll be back in a few.” I started heading down the stairs and towards the door, Skreech trailing me. “ What do ya want from me? I need to blow off some steam, get off my ass.”

  “Yea, sure,” the goblin said sardonically. Then, doing an about-face, went back up the stairs, fuming. “Blow off some steam, that’s what you wanna call it?”

  I smoked a joint on the way to the orc girl’s apartment building, cruisin’ and listenin’ to some tunes. I was on alert when I got there, ‘cause I noticed a lotta gang shit goin’ on, orcs pushin’ dope here and there to their fiends, watchers on the lookout. I briefly caught a glimpse of a couple orcs fuckin’ a human skeezer in a shady corner where the apartment building met an adjoining building. I parked and hopped out, walking rapidly but confidently up the walkway and the stairs, not lookin’ at anybody or making any eye contact. A couple orcs noticed me head in, but assumed I was there on business since it looked like I knew where I was goin’, so they didn’t hassle me. I went up the elevator, got out on the fourth floor. I walked over to the door marked “forty two” in cursive lettering, and knocked twice. I faintly heard some music playin’ from somewhere on the other side of the door—it sounded like “Pony” by Ginuwine. That’s the jam, too, I mused.

  “Come in!” I heard Grexy call from the other side of the door. “I’m not ready yet, go ‘head and have a seat, get comfy.”

  “Okay,” I called back, opening the door and strollin’ into her crib. It was nice enough; it looked like a big lazy orc girl lived there. I sat down on a big-ass beanie chair she had up against the wall; she had a few of them strewn about. The carpeting here was real shaggy, and a crazy maroon purplish color. A huge TV front and center of the sparse living room.

  “Nice place,” I called out to her, noticing a bottle of Hennessy on her kitchen counter, a couple glasses nearby.

  “Thanks, you’re sweet. I know it’s a shit hole,” Grexy yelled back from another room. “I’m savin’ up to move out of here soon.” I opened up the bottle of Henny and poured us each a glass. The girl was definitely takin’ her time, so I just slowly paced around her living room with my drink. I saw a painting on the wall that I hadn’t noticed when I came in, some crazy lookin’ psychedelic shit. All kinds of colors swirling, weird shapes, but I could swear I could see stuff moving in it, like one of those eye trick things. It really fucked with my head for a minute, and I didn’t hear her come in from the other room.

  “Nice, huh? The only thing my father ever gave to me.” She nodded up at the portrait. I hadn’t turned around yet to look at her. There was something about this fuckin’ painting—I saw it and it was stuck in my head and it fucked with me. “He was an orc but also had some ogre mixed in with him, so he said. I guess I’m mostly orc myself. What do you think, do hobgoblins and orcs mix well together?”

  “I suppose. Why not?” I was still entranced by the painting.

  “It’s nice to see you, by the way.” She sounded annoyed that I hadn’t even turned to look at her yet.

  “It’s even nicer to see—” I started to say, turning around and smiling. As soon as I laid eyes on her my mouth dropped and all I could think was “whoa.” If her little bikini outfit from the tiki bar barely left anything to the imagination, the tight strips of see-through lingerie she had on now revealed everything that I couldn’t see earlier; the big dark nipples and areola on all three titties; the dark colored hair right above her pussy, which she had shaved into a “V” pattern; the taut, thick muscles of her stomach. But her entire body had that sheen of the lingerie gown over it, so that I could see her body, and yet it was through a purple haze of gossamer fabric. It only made me want to get at her, to rip it all off and take her every which way like a damn wild beast, even more than if she had just been naked. She’s fuckin’ bangin’, I thought to myself.

  “Damn, you don’t play around, huh? It’s definitely nicer to
see you,” I said again, somewhat clumsily. She smiled and snatched my drink from my hand, draining it in a sip.

  “I’ll have another.” She sauntered over to the kitchen counter, that peach shaped ass bobbing under the lingerie. I couldn’t even look her in the eyes, I was so enraptured by the sight of her body.

  “Like what you see, handsome?” She poured herself a drink, the amber liquid slowly filling the glass.

  “Lovin’ it.” I nodded, throat dry. She walked back to me, and now I got a view of her three tits swaying as she inched toward me. She looked me in my eyes and promptly burst out laughing, her thick curvy body bouncing and jiggling with her laughs.

  “What’s the matter, papi? I didn’t peg you for a shy one.” Her smile got bigger. “You gonna leave me over here by myself?” Looking down at her own body, she ran her hands along herself, the curves of her tits and hips and ass, the lingerie fabric rumpling lightly at her touch. She sat down on a loveseat, slowly, without taking her eyes off me. I started to laugh myself and rapidly made my way over to her, trying to stay calm, but ready to slay her pussy. I put my hands on her waist as I placed my knee on the love seat she was sitting in, between her legs. I leaned my face in, but she put a hand on my chest.

  “So, you can be real forward.”

  “Well,” I grinned, “I’m not the one who came out wearing something out of Arabian Nights.”

  Her fingers ran along my shirt collar, traced it's sharp edge, then went on running the length of my shoulder. “What if I’m just a tease? What if I just like to catch men... like a spider? Get them all worked up with this little spider silk outfit on me. And when they’re getting all hot for me, I just take big bites out of em? Eat em’ piece by piece until I’m sucking on their bones?” She tossed her wavy orange hair a little, as she smirked. She had high, wide cheekbones, showing the vitality and strength of her bloodline, a small, pointy nose, full lips.

  “Well I would say that you didn't consider... that I’m an even bigger spider.” My red fingers snatched a clump of her hair and yanked her head back, holding her exactly in place. She made a little whimper noise, her mouth parting, hot breath exhaling as she kept her large eyes fixed on mine. Her hips arched slightly, and she started rubbing her thighs together. This bitch likes being dominated. I leaned in and kissed her, turning her toward me as I took a seat next to her, sinking into the couch like my hands were sinking into her body. “And... I got a bone you can suck on just fine.” I moved my one hand around her waist to her big, plump round ass and squeezed, which I could tell she enjoyed by the pleasureful squeal she made as she kissed me back eagerly. Don’t go straight for the three tits, she probably expects every fuckin’ guy she gets with to pull that rookie move, I pondered internally as I excitedly handled her green ass with my hands and kissed her more, whispered some of that freak shit in her ear, kissed on her neck. Suddenly I looked up and saw that fuckin’ painting again and it made me pause.

  “What? Why’d you stop?” Grexy whined, a light sweat breakin’ out at the top of her tits. This bitch was fertile and hot—I could smell that she was already wet and excited for me before even feelin’ or seein’ it. I looked her in her eyes for a moment.

  “What’s up with you? Is this how you get down? Invite strangers up to your place, fuck their head up with your mind-fuck of a painting, then fuck their brains out and send ‘em on their way?” I asked, half teasing but half genuinely having a head trip on account of the painting still.

  “What the fuck? No?” she shot back, confused and irate. “Stop worrying about the painting and come focus on all this.” She rubbed her big fat tits up against me, pushing her body up against mine. “I asked you to come through ‘cause I thought you were sexy and a badass, and ‘cause I never been with a hobgoblin before. You’re only the third I’ve ever even seen, like, in person.”

  “Fair enough.” I couldn’t help but succumb to her sweetness. Hobs were rare on the West coast, so it did afford me an odd sort of celebrity from time to time—although to be fair, it usually didn’t manifest itself in such a great way, such as this gorgeous, thick orc girl practically throwin’ herself at me. “You wanna get dicked down by a hob, huh? Is that it? You wanna be broken by one of the monsters who ruled the world for thousands of years, by the strength of their arms and their balls?” I looked her in the eyes, holding her close, running my hands over her body, her tits, her thighs, her ass. Gods, this girl is a fuckin’ monster of a female! I chortled to myself.

  She pulled away from me a bit and, without a word, I took her hand and raised her up on her feet. I leaned in and gave her a long wet kiss again, her mouth tasting like peppermint—them breath mints from the gas station. Glancing at the only two doors in the apartment, I spotted one with a mirror and a shower curtain, the other clearly a bedroom, with curtains and a armoire showing through the partly open door. “Come on, if hobgoblins are anything, we’re proper, so I’m gonna take you in the proper place.” My hand whacked her meaty ass with a smacking sound, and she yelped, followed by a mewling giggle. My fingers on the small of her back, I led her down the hall.

  The girl’s bed was so fuckin’ big it took up half the room, which was already pretty big for an apartment bedroom. I chuckled.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked as I reclined down on her bed. I only stared up at her, arms on the back of my head, smiling. “Come on, tell me!” She swayed her prodigious hips slowly in front of me, taking my hands in hers and rubbing them over her body, her waist, her belly, trying to coax me. The room was dark and she had some sort of canopy hanging above the bed with a light fixture dangling from it, with multi-colored darklights flashing seductive, sensual colors—deep pink one moment, purple the next, red after.

  “Not a thing, was a laugh of joy,” I murmured.

  “Aw.” She smiled down at me. “So you like me too?”

  “I haven't decided yet. Convince me, slave,” I said suddenly, with the authority of a hobgoblin warlord of old. “Turn around and shake that ass for me.”

  “You wanna see me shake this nice... round... juicy ass, papi?” She smiled and turned around. “What else can I do? I have to obey.”

  She winked then quickly ran her hands over the bottom curve of each cheek, smacked her own ass, and started shaking and wobbling that sexy motherfucker around, throwin’ it in a circle, makin’ them round cakes regulate, her meaty ass poppin’ and jumpin’ up and down, makin’ it fuckin’ clap. I was fuckin’ mesmerized by this big orc bitch. She was startin’ to sweat and I could smell it, I could smell her hot orc pussy and I wanted it. She was like some primal, cave woman that I had to break and civilize. I was gettin’ hard as a motherfucker.

  “I want you.” I stood up behind her while her ass was still facing me.

  “Yea? You wanna slay this pussy, baby? You gonna give me that sweet red hob dick?” She looked back at me over her shoulder. I gave her a severe smile then, taking hold of her waist, had her turn to face her bed and kept her bent over. I dropped my pants and my dick sprung out. My guy was hard and trembling—it had been a hot minute since I last got my rocks off properly. I moved up right behind her, let my member press up against her pussy through the see-through lingerie; while this was happening I also reached around her and played with all three of them titties. As my hand ran along her chest, the sensation of grazing two breasts—then still having another dangling there as she was bent over, ripe for me to squeeze and fondle—it sent a jolt like I was seeing a naked broad for the first time, had that heady smell of lust filling the air.

  “Ah, fuck me. Fuck me now,” the orc girl moaned, gettin’ real worked up, feelin’ me pressing on her.

  “I’ll fuck you when I’m damn well and ready.” I slapped her ass then, making it tremble.

  “Yes! Yes, whatever you want.”

  “That’s right. Now, about that bone you wanted to suck.” I stepped over to her side and turned her slightly, so that she was facing me, then pressed her head down, her hair feeling soft and full on
my palm. Her knees hit the ground and her thighs swelled as she sat, her face right up at my crotch. My hand guided my dick, slowly tracing a loop around her lips, parting them open. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation, then suddenly began slurping me in, her tongue lapping at nearly the full length of my shaft. Her short hair bobbed as she worked, my dick starting to pulse harder with each of her lips’ thrusts.

  Stepping out of my pants entirely now, I crouched, my knee pivoting on the plush carpet, and got behind her. She went on all fours, now at this angle the severe hourglass shape ,narrow waist and meaty hips, was even more intense. My fingers ran along her mound, feeling like freshly mowed grass, then found her slick wetness. I fingered her, making circle shapes and straight lines. Then I really teased her. I took my engorged head and nuzzled it there, rubbing it right against the rosebud at the top of her mound.

  “I can’t take it anymore!” she moaned. “I need it. Fuck me, oh fuck me please.”

  “Well, because ya asked so nicely.”

  I couldn’t wait any longer myself. I smiled and pulled her see-through panties to the side, rubbed my dick in between her dripping, dark orc pussy lips, then plunged myself all the way in.

  “Oh, shit!” She didn't hide her pleasurable surprise. Damn, this pussy so hot I could cook a fuckin’ steak on it! I roared internally. I took hold of her waist and pummeled her, rocking her body, her thick round ass making a Wap! Wap! Wap! sound as I sped up. I saw and felt her juices squirt out onto my dick every few pumps. She’s already nuttin,’ I thought triumphantly.

  “You like that hob dick, baby? You wanna be my bitch, is that it?” I continued thrusting in and out of her, watchin’ that sweet ass ripple as I fucked her from the back, spreading her open so I could thumb her dark pink asshole too. My eyebrows knitted together as I really concentrated. Damn, this is so fucking good. She was like a damn fertility goddess, as feminine a shape as you could imagine, and I was releasing everything into her, all the desire, all the intensity, the frustration. I’m working her like a man churning butter, like a farmer plowing a field. Felt so natural, forgot about all the world of concrete, wires, screens, fumes, plastic. Right now I was a fucking wild man, just absolutely destroyin’ this round ass, hearing the chick scream out.