Im Ready

"I'm ready as soon as I get my clothes off. You seem like the type to rip things away." Lydia got off the couch and took a moment to show off for the assembled cronies as she stripped.

When she finished, she posed with a hand on her hip. "Going to return the favour?"

The orc ripped off his boxers, and Lydia needed a moment to examine his cock. It wasn't human-shaped, but it wasn't like anything she had seen. Its massive length and girth grew as it stiffened, showing the nubs and ribs swelling along its length. The tip was a dark green, almost flat plunger of sorts. It was the size of her arm by the time it was fully erect.

Lydia didn't wait for a cue; she got on her knees and took the shaft in both hands to massage it while she licked it. She heard the coins drop into her purse and remembered she was being paid for being there. The taste was new to her, the sweat of the orc adding to it, and she eagerly worked her tongue over every inch of it. She could feel her pussy dripping out of her and knew she would need the lube for what was inevitably going to happen.

"She's leaking between her legs, boss. Better plug it!" One of the cronies called out.

"Last chance to back out," Contraka warned again, watching the goth lips slobbering onto his cock.

"Thanks for the easy money." Lydia stood up and could hold his cock between her breasts while standing. "Now, the next thing you give me better be anything but easy."

Contraka smirked as he watched his shaft being crushed between the large breasts of the woman kissing the tip of his cock. "You were warned."

Lydia felt herself lifted up in his mighty hands, then the flat tip of the cock between her legs, barely pausing before he pulled her down onto it. She screamed as he entered her, the penetration stretching her wide enough to make her grateful for what the black slime did to her on her first job. How it happened, she couldn't keep straight, but she knew it was what allowed him to keep pushing into her.

"Deeper, please!" Lydia begged as the textured cock moved through her body, pushing past her cervix and making her cum as he did so.

He complied, forcing himself balls-deep into Lydia. "I can feel your heartbeat. You aren't a normal woman, are you?"

Lydia couldn't talk, she could barely breathe, she could only lick the muscled green chest and kiss it as she tried to shake her head.

Pulling her up, he held her away from his chest so he could watch his cock distort her body as he moved her body. Each thrust rippled through her belly like a wave, her tits bouncing, and with one hand, he used her like a fleshlight. Deciding he could play with her harder, he spun her around and held her by the legs. Putting the show on full display for his friends who watched and either jerked off or recorded, some doing both. Contraka liked seeing her drooling face as she leaned back to look up at him as he used her.

"Big finish!" Contraka called as he let her go and burst his nuts into her.

Lydia had no room inside her for his cum, so the **** of it launched her off his cock and onto the couch. She laid where she landed, orc cum flowing out of her pussy. Looking at the viewers, she smiled and threw up a peace sign.

"Fuck that's a finish!" One shouted, holding his phone at her.

"I better get copies of anything you record," Lydia mumbled through her ragged breaths. "Gonna sell that shit someday."

"Clean me up first," Contraka demanded, moving in front of her and holding his softening cock in front of her.

Lydia took the tip in her mouth, tasting the orc cum that launched her. Then, she felt it shoved down her throat. It was her face's turn to be used like a fleshlight, and he worked his cock into her belly until he felt he was clean enough. It may have softened as much as it would ever do, but it was still almost too much. Again, she knew her body had been made different and wondered if she could enhance it to take even more.

"Had enough?" Contraka asked, laughing at the naked goth soaked with cum on the couch.

"That depends on how your boys feel about extra sloppy seconds," Lydia smirked. "I'm prolly not going to move much, so I won't ask for extra."

He grunted in amusement and gave his guys the go-ahead. Then watched as they all took turns with her. They had all been close to finishing anyway, so it didn't take long. They covered her in their cum, and Contraka liked having a human woman who could handle him. Even if he had taken it easy on her.

"If you can handle that, I think I have an idea." Contraka crouched down and moved Lydia's cum soaked face to look at him. "You got skills. Abilities. How about a career as a porn star? I can sell your content, the stuff we make, plus whatever else you do in your own time. All you need to do is drain my balls every once in a while. Do that, and I won't even need a cut."

"People pay in magic coins?" Lydia had to talk through the cum dripping over her mouth. "Why can't I do it myself?"

"I can arrange all sorts of interesting partners. Plus, I bet you only know about the non-magical markets for this stuff. I know all the worst sorts who would pay to see a human getting violated." He imagined all the setups he could make.

"Sounds good to me. I can't do internet stuff at the hotel anyway. Can non-humans get me pregnant? Asking for a friend." Lydia laughed.

"Yeah, we can. Where do you think centaurs come from?" Contraka laughed, then carried Lydia to the showers to clean her off and help her get dressed.

After stumbling her way back to the bus, Lydia went back to the hotel.