Dungeons & Gangsters 2

by Marco Frazetta

  “Hey, nice place you got here,” I replied, meeting the old Madame’s eyes.

  “Been awhile since a hobgoblin’s come by my humble little establishment.” She continued to smile but her eyes narrowed some, very much in a let’s-get-down-to-business way. “So. What would you like this evening? Do you have something particular in mind or would you like to see the menu?” She licked her lips quickly as she asked this last part.

  “I’ll see,” I began, then caught myself and paused. Vivid images of Tyzee were swarmin’ my mind, I wanted her bad right then and there, I was already so hot and worked up that the surge of hot, enflamed blood pounding through my head as I thought about her made me feel like I was about to fuckin’ explode. “As a matter of fact, yea. I do have something in mind. This is a little shot out, alright? But I’d like to meet one of your hybrid orc girls, if you have any that just might so happen to be hangin’ around the joint…?”

  “Of course.” The Madame chuckled, looking at me curiously. “And just so you know, that’s probably one of the least strange requests I’ve ever gotten, and I’ve been at this quite a long time.”

  I bet you have, I thought, sneakin’ a shady peek at her abundance of cleavage. “Alright, that’s what’s up. Do you have a girl like that… You know… available?”

  “Mmhmm.” She nodded.

  “Sensational.” I paused, waiting for her to summon one of her available hybrid orc whores, but noticed that the Madame hadn’t moved to do any such thing, just continued to sit there, looking at me with a vaguely amused expression. “So, can I...I don’t know...Meet her…?”

  “Sure thing sweetie, but first we have a little matter to discuss. Oh, it pains me to say this. Almost seems as if I speak without decorum. The customer always pays first, no?”

  “Oh, my bad,” I mumbled, a little embarrassed at my own faux pas. “How much do I…?”

  “Would you like to stay with her for the evening…?”

  “No,” I growled quickly, thinking that I was already so fired up I just might have taken this old tiefling whore if she strutted over to me and lifted her fuckin’ skirt. “Thanks, no. Let me get an hour.”

  “Very well, sugar.” She paused, giving me an amused, knowing look. “An hour it is. That’ll be five hundred dollars.”

  “Five hundred?” I whistled and let my eyebrows shoot up as I pulled a rack out, peeled off five hundred bucks and handed it over to her.

  “You’re paying for quality chateaubriand, not cheeseburger, honey.” Madame Pleasure snatched the bills from my hand and promptly dropped them onto her desk, then slid her hand to the left corner of her desk, clicking some lever or switch I couldn’t make out. The ornate pink partition wall began to slide open, revealing a long, luxuriously decorated corridor with doors intermittently spaced along the walls. Soft, seductive music coming from strategically placed speakers oozed out of the corridor, seeming to beckon me forward.

  “Your date will be waiting for you in the third door on the right.” The Madame looked up at me pointedly. “And please, do us the courtesy of not having to come in and remove you after the hour is up. Enjoy your time, Mr. Goodfellow.” She chuckled as I looked at her mildly confused, an eyebrow raised. I didn’t get the reference at the time but the exotic, sensual spell this place was casting over my senses seemed to usher me forward, and my feet seemed to move of their own accord, my feet resounding on the marble as I rapidly crossed the threshold into the corridor, which just a minute or two before had been concealed by an ornate pink partition wall.

  Somewhat nervously walking down the corridor, I counted the doors on the right hand side until I got to the third one. I was so ready to blow this fuckin’ strange hybrid orc whore’s back out with Tyzee on my mind that I really had to tell myself to chill the fuck out, this was just some strange pussy, a fuck her, thug her and leave her situation—wasn’t nothin’ to worry about. Taking a few deep breaths, I knocked on the door twice, softly, and heard a sweet sounding voice from the other side say, “come in!”

  After closin’ the door behind me, I look around, noticing the soft, fuzzy pink walls, the little chandelier dangling from the ceiling, emitting a sensual, low light. The hybrid orc girl rose from the heart shaped bed as I walked in, and I’d be lyin’ if I said she wasn’t a thoroughbred fuckin’ stunner. She was a little darker in color than Tyzee and her orc features had a latin flair to them; she had long thick hair interwoven of different colors, some strands green, some pink, some blue, and she was a little thicker and curvier than Tyzee, which at that moment didn't bother me one bit as I wasn’t in the mood for the romantic, slow “Brian McKnight playing in the background” type sex, but “pound you with a sledgehammer of a hard on” type sex.

  She approached me, the white see-through lace of her lingerie catchin’ my eye since it looked fuckin’ incredible on her, and she gently put her soft arms around my neck and shoulders, kissing my cheek and locking me in with an almost familiar, intimate embrace, her exotic perfume and natural scent mixing together, filling my nostrils, making me feel heady and intoxicated. The hybrid orc escort pulled back after a moment, sliding her hands softly down my arm and clasping my paws in her own. She had huge eyes, curved and slightly slanted, matching that latin flair she had going on.

  “Hi, daddy,” she said, smiling as she saw the positive response on my face, in my eyes, “I’m Bula.”

  Quality indeed! She’s good! I thought, letting her gently pull me over to the bed.

  “Hey, Bula. Damn!” I sat down, touched the warm skin of her hips as she stood in front of me, smiling down at me. My dick had gotten hard as a rock again after dyin’ down for a bit, but he was making a major appearance, enough for her to notice and playfully reach down, lightly squeezin’ and pawin’ at ‘em through my pants.

  “Well well well,” she murmured, winking at me, letting her index finger lazily swirl around the tip of my hard on through the pants. “I see you brought your friend with you.”

  “I see you got jokes.” I laughed.

  “Mmhmm. You’re cute. So, what’s your name, daddy?” She pushed me backwards so that I was layin’ down on the heart shaped bed, then promptly straddled me. I could feel the heat comin’ from her pussy already and it was fuckin’ maddening.

  “You just said it.”

  “Oh… Okay. I see how you like it.” She nodded slightly, continued to smile as she looked into my eyes, reaching up and pulling down the straps of her frilly white see-through bra. Quickly and expertly reaching a hand back for a moment and unclasping her bra, somethin’ she did in less than a blink of an eye, the girl cupped her big, ever-so-slightly sagging but still incredible tits, moaning as she hefted them up some and pulling at her perfect, thick nipples betwixt the index and middle finger of each hand, making them nipples harden and double in length. Now that she was fully topless I could see the tattoo of a golden spear coming from a little above her belly button up in between her tits, the tip of the spear stopping midway along her sternum, with raven’s wings sprouting from the sides of the bottom and a few skulls dangling from tattered cords. Seein’ me smilin’ back, quickly becoming enraptured with her and her body, she started grinding down against my hard on.

  “How do you want it, baby?” She asked, straight to business in perhaps the sexiest way, her hands reaching up my shirt and pullin’ it up, exposing my taut red belly, which seemed to galvanize and excite her for some odd fuckin’ reason before she undid the button of my pants, slowly pulling my zipper down, causing my hard prick to bulge out in my boxers and strain against the soft material. Before I could answer, she lifted the waistband of my boxers and proceeded to reach in and pull my dick out, her eyes widening and a grin tugging at the side of her mouth as she suddenly lifted herself off me, kneeled down and took my dick into her mouth, suckin’ on the head and lickin’ and suckin’ the rock hard shaft real sloppy, moaning as she tried to take me all the way in, poking herself in the back of her throat, which subsequently made me moan even louder. Her
hair was like a fuckin cheerleader’s pompom she was workin’ it so hard. She sucked my dick so good my eyes were rollin’ up in my fuckin’ head and my toes were curlin’. I knew I was startin’ to make goofy ass faces and cooin’ sweet nothings to this whore noisily slurping away on me, so after another minute or two I put a hand down against her cheek, making her look up.

  “Yea?” She ran her tongue from the base up to the top, then lightly bounced my hard on against her cheek. “You like how I suck that big red dick? You want me to keep goin’?”

  “Lovin’ that shit… You’re bad as fuck,” I breathed huskily, gently but firmly pulling her back up on top of me. “The thing is though, I need to know what that pussy’s hittin’ for.”

  “Mmmm... Oh, shit!” She rubbed her sopping wet pussy, which had soaked through her panties, over and against the engorged head of my prick, and I pulled the soft silky wet material of the panties down from her sticky, puffy, sweet little pussy lips and slid it to the side with an index finger. I took my mans in a red paw, slippin’ the head up in between her lips, pushin’ it against her tiny little clit, making her squeal out, ‘oh my...Fuck me! Fuck me, daddy!’

  “Yea, you got that, baby,” I muttered, guiding myself up inside her, enjoyin’ all the sensations of this bitch’s top dollar pussy, the heat of it, how wet she already was, the little ridges and muscles along her pussy walls squeezin’ at me, gripping on my dick, the deep throaty moans that came out of her as she felt me all the way inside her, bumpin’ against her cervix. She started buckin’ and grindin’ down on me hard as a motherfucker, her thick perfect round ass quaking in my grasp.

  “Ah… Ah… Ah… Oh, fuck… Oh, dios mio! That’s it, big daddy!” She started screamin’, grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her big soft tits, which I started suckin’ and kissin’ and lickin’ on, making her cry out and start to orgasm, her cumm soaking my dick, her gorgeous little pussy leavin’ a creamy residue with her cumm on me, lettin’ me know in the most primal and fucking hot way possible that she was fertile for me. “Fuck I could take this big red dick… Ah!... Forever!”

  I pulled myself outta my sex haze and put my hands on her waist, pausin’ the bitch. “You… You gonna make me nut you keep doin’ that… Like that…” I brought my breath back under control.

  “Oh yea?” She looked down at me knowingly, a mischievous grin on her pretty face. “You wanna bust in this pussy, daddy? You ready to be a daddy?... Fuck I don’t even remember the last time I came like that.”

  I cut her off, grunting as I lifted her up and off my dick. Something in me was taking over, could feel it boiling my blood. “Take those panties off. Now.”

  “Oh, daddy!” She giggled as she squirmed out of the tiny pieces of fancy cloth.

  My hands dug into the flesh of her hips, and I stood her up, face to face with me. My dick was fuckin’ raging hard, literally, and I wasn’t in the mood for no more games. “I don’t ever take a bitch’s panties off, she’ll do it for me if she knows what’s up. The fuck I look like?”

  “Mmmm damn listen to you...! You look like a boss, daddy, that’s what the fuck you look like.” Her voice was a little raspy from vigorously suckin’ on my dick, and from her bein’ a little on the dumb side, and somehow that turned me on even more. She stepped out of the panties and climbed onto the bed, bending over and gettin’ into position on her hands and knees, shaking and wobbling her sexy ass up and down, from side to side in front of me. At a certain point she reached a hand back and gripped a thick round ass cheek, pulling it open and then turning her head to look back at me. I got up into the bed behind her, letting my hard prick nuzzle up on her pussy, slip in and out between her sticky lips, causing them to make a little kissing sound and the hybrid orc whore to squirm and moan softly while I admired her green body and how sexy and perfect she looked bent over like this, her big round ass and puffy little wet twat in my face, inviting me in. Moving in closer behind her, I let the tip of the head of my cock enter her soft juicy pussy hole and let it sit there a moment.

  “The name’s Teek, by the way,” I whispered as I leaned forward, pushing my prick all the way into her, making her scream out and scratch at the bed. “And I’m gonna give you a good fucking ride.” I pushed her head down and heard a muffled, wild laugh as she bit down on the soft blanket and threw her ass back at me hard. We reached a good fucking rhythm, was like a bird steadily beating its wings, my hips pounding, her ass cheeks clapping. She was startin’ to nut again, she was making lustful, throaty animal noises and as my dick pumped in and out of her she started squirtin’ spurts of her sparkly juicy cumm out onto the blanket, my balls, my dick.

  “YES! Bust… That… Pussy… Open… Teek!” She cried out rhythmically, each time her full sexy ass bounced against me, taking me balls deep into her. My hands snatched her thin waste to give me even more leverage, to control just the right angle and momentum of me rocking her, making her whole body ripple with how hard and fast I was workin’ her. I was really startin’ to lose my shit, the sneaky bitch was making that pussy pulse and squeeze all over my dick and I really needed to fuckin’ cumm, especially after multiple thwarted hard ons and their respective thwarted nuts. I slowed my thrusting down some and smacked her round ass hard a couple times, then bluntly told her I was about to bust an outrageous nut.

  “You wild bitch, I’m about to give it to ya.”

  Bula the hybrid orc whore immediately threw her hands back, gripped her big booty and spread it wide, yellin’ out, “oh, shit! Yes daddy! Gimme!”

  That was it, I nearly fuckin’ swooned and fell out when I slipped my swollen dick from her, drippin’ for real, roaring as I unloaded my fuckin’ soul out in thick, hot, ropey, pearly white spurts all over her puffy, swollen little cunt, her ass, her spread open asshole, with hot drips of my cumm dribbling into her ass and causing her to giggle-scream from the sheer heat of it.

  She dropped down and laid there laughing while I hunkered down next to her and played with her ass cheeks, makin’ ‘em wobble, gettin’ pure, simple pleasure from watchin’ it. Turning over after a couple minutes of this, she smiled at me, her eyes hazy and her lids half down.

  “Wow… I prayed to Luthic for so long for a man to come and knock my fucking screws loose like that! Where have you been, daddy…?”

  I laughed and was about to say somethin’ when I looked over at her and for a split fuckin’ second thought Tyzee was lookin’ back at me. My ears reared back as I shuddered. Ah hell. Tyzee won’t give me a moment’s peace. “Ah... I’ve...”

  “What’s wrong? You looked like you seen a ghost, daddy. That was an incredibly lay.”

  “I’m sure you tell all the cats that shit,” I spat, feeling guilty for some incomprehensible reason, standing up and gettin’ down off of the bed, which was exquisitely made when I came in, but was now in disarray.

  “Uh, no?” She sat up, lookin’ at me like she was insulted. “What’s up with you? Are you one of those guys that gets all weird after they cumm…?”

  I shook my head and grimaced at the thought that she probably had numerous experiences with customers like that. “How much time I got left?” I asked, looking around for my clothes, which had become strewn about the room. I was feelin’ a little dizzy and agitated.

  Her eyes flashed over to the digital clock sittin’ on the little nightstand next to the bed. “Like twenty minutes. Did I do something wrong…?” She stood up and pressed her body up against mine, putting her arms around my neck again, lettin’ me feel her hard nipples graze against my chest and I instinctively put my arms around her, holding her against me.

  “No, you’re amazing. Let’s chill for a bit, you drained my fuckin’ balls.”

  She pulled away, smiling, then her eyes widened like she had just thought of somethin’ significant. “You go ahead and sit down on the bed right here, daddy.” She gently pulled me back over to the bed and sat me down on the edge. “Let me clean you up, get you a drink.” She nodded over to the little
mini bar up against the wall. “What’s your flavor?”

  I rubbed a tired hand down my face. “Spiced rum and Coke, some ice, if you got it.”

  She nodded and strutted over to the mini bar, my thick cumm rolling down her soft ass and thighs, lookin’ like I sprayed her down from the back with fuckin’ warm vanilla icing. This bitch was really something, most definitely worth the five hundred clams, but my pleasure and the after sex high I was lookin’ forward to was marred and bitter with thoughts of Tyzee. I couldn’t help thinkin’ of her finding out, what she would think, what she would say. Would she just up and fuckin’ leave, without us ever knowin’ what might have been…?

  “Here ya go, handsome.” Bula was in front of me, a rum and Coke with ice clinkin’ against the glass held out to me. She must have done a quick bird bath ‘cause I couldn’t see a trace of my come on her, and she had put on a little see-through pink piece of lingerie, it looked like a sexy bathing suit. I took the glass from her, drained half of it and noticed she had kneeled down with a hot, pleasant smelling little towel and gently rubbed my dick with it, which, if I’m bein’ honest, made me purr like a fuckin’ cat. When she was done with the towel she lifted my dick and gave ‘em a couple sweet little kisses, then she sat on my lap.

  “I gotta tell ya, you’re really somethin’, baby. You’re special.”

  “I bet you tell that to all the girls,” she shot back, pretending to be mad, a grin on her lips and an eyebrow raised at me. Laughin’ out my denials, I looked over at the little digital clock she had looked at before and realized our time was just about at an end. I patted her on the thigh for her to get up off me and then I stood up and started putting my clothes on.