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From Create Your Own Story
reminiscent of your prior experience with their form of partying, you push yourself into the drinking orc's body; your breasts presses against him, ignoring the other orcs in favor of kissing him. The green oaf almost drops his mug but returns your affectionate eagerness, his tongue pushing into your mouth while one of the side orcs takes his mug. The pair of you make your way back to the fuck table yet again.
"Not bad," the man grunts and pushes free, brushing his cheek and tusks along your neck before hoisting you into his arms. "Now let's get to where we stretch you out."
He falls backward and slams onto the table, signaling his brethren forward. One of them grabs your gear, stripping and leaving you completely without any possession. Another clambers onto the table, pulling his shorts down and letting a massive orc cock fall free. Unlike their boss, they're eager; he presses the twelve-inch beast against your lips. You happily open your mouth, taking his dick deep into your mouth and beyond into your throat in compliance. The clap of his hand-filling nuts against your chin visibly sends shivers up his spine, his right leg hoisting over your body and forcing you to keep buried nose-pressed against his pubes.
A second orc approaches behind you, noisily licking his fingers and grabbing your hip. You peek back at him curiously but presses them into your backside. The lube helps him sink deep, his craning fingers shoving against the lining near your prostate.
"Not bad," the orc nods approvingly. "You'll take some cock nicely.
While the third orc finishes arranging your things alongside the table — and fends off a few other orcs trying to get in on the action now that you're naked and sucking — their leader finally makes his move. Grabbing your ass in both of his green hands, he lines himself up with your pussy and pulls you down his pole. Fifteen inches of orc meat spreads you wide, spearing all the way to the cervix. The orc in your mouth picks his pace up the instant another pair of nuts smashes up against you; while his boss goes in, reaming your vagina, he waits. But the instant the greenskin pulls out, his cock fucks your throat.
In a matter of seconds, their lust turns your position from relaxation to endurance; you gag and bounce, riding and sucking their manhoods lustily. The boss sits up and lets you rest against his chest, every line of hard muscle washboarding against your cheek while his fellow-clansman orally uses you. Their feverish pitch isn't even close to warmed up yet; none of them seem flustered or overly stressed, each one actually seeming fresher by the instant.
The fourth orc finally returns and grabs your wrist, guiding to his average cock and frots against it so you can feel every vein along its shaft. You wreath your fingers around it, jerking him off while more orcs finally arrive.
Your orally-tended guest thrusts the green phallus down your gullet and groans, holding you as tight to his groin he can despite the fucking. Although he's a quick shot, his spunk floods your throat and gushes from your nostrils and lips no less potently than you'd expect out of an orc. The man's stamina doesn't wane, either; he stays rock-hard while feeding you nearly a bowl's worth of semen, pumping his hips slowly and not letting you escape his cum-covered pubes.
"Not bad, meat!" The orc slowly pulls out, leaving you a nice mouthful of cum, hooking his finger under your chin and lifting it. "Now swallow; no wasting your drinks in the hall!"
You don't care to argue, rolling your tongue in the warm spunk and swallowing bit-by-bit. He steps back and drops from the table, while the one you're stroking clambers up. Your lips part and in an instant, his cock is going in just as deep and fast as his companion's prick. While his buddy takes one of your hands, you feel a new girthy lad take up his prior position. In fact, you'd guess that the lodge is starting to fill up.
Uh oh.
The fingers pull free of your ass, snapping you out of your cock-tasting and remembering that there's still one more orc with their dick ready. Their shadow slips over you, lumbering up onto your back and wrapping their arms around your body. His hands knead your well-rounded breasts, his breath rolling across the back of your neck.
"Let's put one more in you, harlot."
Your free ass floods with a new pressure, . The leader's prick slams in harder with renewed vigor. All of your cock-polishing had kept them waiting; now, you are not only sucking and swallowing, but also getting used as an object. The lodge's warriors continue piling in and as the tribesman in your throat blows his load inside, another fires a gooey load across the bridge of your nose. The seed slathers the right side of your face, whilst a new shaft smacks into it.
And then the one above you smacks balls deep in unison with his boss smashing against your cervix. Their heavy set of balls smack off one another and both men crash into you, blowing loads deep inside you. Your host's seed spreads deep, trying to find any egg possible to bring out more green invaders for the tribe. You roll your eyes back as the sheer amount of cum bloats your stomach, yet can't give more than a moan thanks to your throat-filling.
But unlike the others, these two continue pumping your holes despite cumming. You're stuck in this until they — and your now-massive audience and waiting line — have emptied their nuts. But it's not all men; eventually, when another orc finishes and leaves your cheeks puffed with his wasted seed, a female orc warrior arrives, grabbing your short hair and pulling you into her sopping wet cunt.
"Come on, put that mouth to use!"
Her incessant badgering makes you relent and open wide, spilling your gooey reward all over yourself before pushing into her muff. Compared to the cock, her pussy's taste helps mix up the monotony. But it doesn't change anything; you're not going anywhere.
Fuck! That's it!"
One of the orc girls throws her head back and pushes on the back of your neck. Her girl juices soak your tongue, riding your face through her hole orgasm and almost falling over. Thankfully for her, the orc below you spanks her mid-stumble; she catches her footing and finally lets go of you with a content sigh. You've been satisfying them for nearly two hours but at last, the horde of orcs is thinning to its last ranks. Your last oral visitor drops from the table and joins the already marginally small remainder of regulars, high-fiving some of the others. Every warrior who had left already had solely come inside just to join in your orgy. It isn't your first time entertaining the warriors of the camp but you still can't believe just how much they came. Your stomach sloshes with every ball-smacking slap of your final guests, unbelievably swollen from your jizz buffet.
But that's nothing compared to how sloppy your holes is now. Both of the orcs — the boss and his aide — hadn't slowed once during that massive orgy. Not only that but between the two of them, they've come at least fifteen times. Every inch of your cunt is packed with cock and cum, oozing with every motion of his shaft. You've made a real mess of the table and their leader's stomach but he doesn't care; he knows you're a cocksleeve before anything else. Both men finally pull free, the orc on top of you slowly standing upright and letting his last load cover your back. Their leader holds onto his final load, smirking at you and waiting until his minion hops down before pushing you up and off the table to your knees. All fifteen inches of greenskin cock lumbers rigidly, covered in cum and your fluids.
"Not bad... now clean it off, bitch."
You nod and open your lips wide just like you'd diligently done for everyone else, the orc standing and thrusting it down your throat. He holds you against his cum-caked groin for a intoxicatingly long minute, truly savoring his conquest while denying you the final load. But you learn why quickly. The leader pushes you back and lets his prick pop free, grabbing it in one hand and hosing your white-stained face with the thickest load yet. Every spurt of cum feels warm compared to the now chilly and dried patches all over you. The entire camp got its ride... and with a soft pat to your cheek, the orc leaves you alone to rejoin his companions.
"Clean yourself up! Alright, boys, the break is over! We got more work to do! We don't want the chieftain to do what we did to them to us, do we?"
Their laughter leaves you in awkward silence, with most of the lodge ignoring your nudity. You gather your things — with more than a few cum-sloshing waddles and making a mess of the place — and do a once over to get yourself somewhat presentable. You're going to need a bath after this.
