Swords, Sorcery, and Sex in the World of Greyhawk - Chapter 5 - Part 7

Chapter 5: Doggy Style - Part 7

CONTENT TO BE ADDED: PETER AND STEVE GO TO A WHOREHOUSE

While Peter was enjoying himself, Steve wasn't.

He had his whore on her back on the bed, pumping away between her legs. The encounter had started well; the idea seeing his first naked pussy in months turned him on, and if she didn't offer much else to look at, at least she was willing. Without wasting time on idle chat, she pulled out his dick and stroked it into hardness. Taking some cream from a nightstand beside the bed she spread it around the tip.

"All ready, then. How'd ye like it?" She asked forthrightly, dropping her robe to expose smallish tits that were starting to sag.

"Um. I..." Steve fumbled for a reply, not prepared for the question.

"Why don't we start like this?" She didn't wait for him to finish, laying back on the bed, legs spread to expose her wrinkled labia.

"Um. Okay." Steve agreed, stepping between her legs. The cream must be some kind of lubricant, he decided, sliding his cock along her slit looking for her opening.

"Just a little lower there." She said, businesslike. "Ah. There ye've got it."

He slid in easily, coming to rest against her crotch, where her mocha skin looked pale against his darkness. She closed her eyes as he moved in and out of her pussy, a fact for which he was grateful. It did feel good, he had to admit, having a warm pussy wrapped around his cock. She lay still as he pumped her in a lazy rhythm, rocking back and forth with leisurely strokes.

Steve's mind wandered as he fucked her. He couldn't decide what to call the noises she was making each time he bottomed out. They were too high-pitched to be moans, but too throaty to be squeaks. Squeals, maybe? Steve wondered. He tried adjusting his speed, but her noises didn't change. Shallow strokes threw her timing off, he discovered, especially if he kept changing depth, but the sounds were the same. He could hear the guy next door grunting and wondered if his whore made the same noises. It wasn't working, he eventually decided. There wasn't anything wrong, exactly, but he didn't seem any closer to cumming than when they had started.

"Roll over." He said, pulling out. Back home he liked it doggy style, maybe that would help, he thought. She obliged, getting on all fours and tilting her ass to give him easier access to her reddened slit. The sight of her ass-crack gave him a momentary rush, and he climbed up behind her and fed his cock back into her pussy.

Closing his eyes, Steve tried to pretend he was back in Carolina, doing his old girlfriend. She liked it doggy style as much as he did, seesawing back and forth on his pole. The strange woman wasn't helping, just kneeling limply and letting him do the work. When he tried to picture his girlfriend's face, though, an image of the dwarven goldsmith appeared in his head. The beard threw him off pace for a moment, but he recovered with thoughts of how fierce she'd look. Her nipples would literally be like rock, he guessed. His cock grew harder, encouraged by his imagination.

Each time he tried to think about the way she'd grunt in that deep guttural voice, though, the girl's squealing interfered. Like one of those damn Japanese porn stars, he thought. The same monotonous high-pitched noises, no matter what the action was like. He hated that. If she would just be quiet, he grimaced. She didn't though, and the noise got more and more annoying, like a broken record, until the flash of passion he'd felt thinking about Gitna Earthtaster had faded away entirely. When he felt his cock bend on an in-stroke he gave up, pulling out to sit on the edge of the bed and frowned.

Those damn noises faded slowly, like a wind-up toy winding down, and she sat beside him.

"What's wrong, honey?" She asked, putting a hand on his thigh.

"Aw, forget it." He said, shrugging despondently.

"Really? Okay." She said, quickly dropping the mask of false enthusiasm she'd worn earlier. When Steve didn't say anything, she picked up her robe and continued. "Would you mind waiting for your friend outside, then?" When he looked up she shrugged, as if to say that business still goes on.

Steve sighed and started to get dressed.

"I've never done it with a dwarf before." She said, watching him. "I guess that's something."

"I'm..." Steve started to protest that he wasn't a dwarf, but the words didn't come out. After the way he'd felt about fucking her and the thought of a dwarven woman, what could he say to deny it?

"Mrena, would ye come with me?" Casmir asked.

Maria looked up suspiciously.

"There's someone I'd like you to meet."

"He's a scribe, like you." Casmir said.

"An accountant?" Marina asked.

"Account...I don't know that word. He keeps records of the temple's wealth, if that's what you mean."

Maria nodded at the explanation.

"Um." Ashley began, embarrassed to be asking them for a favor. "Could I come too?"

"I didn't know you studied accounting, Ashley." Maria said, knowing she hadn't.

"No, I only...only want to get out for a bit." Ashley said, trying to hold back her annoyance. To Maria's disappointment, Casmir agreed.

Continued in Chapter 5: Doggy Style - Part 8