Mara, Back Alley Trash

"That was great," the Maverick boy says after he's done cleaning himself. Greah gives him a kiss on the head and a slap on the butt, then they exit the abandoned apartment complex together. While he makes his way away from the Underbelly, she returns to her corner, ready for another client. She lets out an amused "huh" when she sees the small human woman nervously waiting at her corner. Her occular implant scans her and lists all of her information, but Greah doesn't need that to recognize the skinny brown-skinned lady. Sweet, timid Mara, who comes to Greah when she wants to be ravaged and degraded. According to her customers records, she has been visited by Mara twelve times in the past.

Greah watches from a distance. Torrick and Erre, two orcs, are standing on either side of the poor little mousey girl and trying to sollicit her. Mara is clearly trying very hard not to look at Torrick's exposed green cock, or Erre's huge bare blue breasts. The human is wearing a long coat that reaches down to her knees, hiding the undoubtedly kinky outfit beneath, considering the fishnets stockings and the red heels. Her eyes go from fearful to hopeful when she spots Greah. She runs towards her, and Greah stares back at Torrick and Erre. The other two orc prostitutes bow respectfully at her, as if they hadn't been trying to steal her client mere seconds ago.

"Greah!" Mara almost screams, so eager she is to finally meet up. "I came to your corner but you weren't there..." she rubs her hands nervously. "I was afraid you might not show up..."

"Don't worry, cutiepie, I'm here now." She rubs the brunette's head. "And why are you visiting me today?"

She looks up with red cheeks, and bites her lip as she gathers the courage to tell Greah what she wants. She nervously looks back, observing the other two orcs who are slowly walking away and chatting.

Greah bends down until her mouth is right beside Mara's ear, and she whispers, "you want to get plowed behind a dumpster, don't you?"

Mara gasps, her hand involuntarily going up against the orc's chest as if she need to hold onto something for balance. Slowly, her eyes move towards the orc's, until their gaze finally meet.

"Did I guess right?"

"I... I would also like to be cuffed."

"Oh?"

"And maybe some rough play. You tried some things last time and it was nice. You can... you can go a bit harder today. A little bit harder."

"Huh-huh." Greah flashes a toothy grin, showing off her sharp fangs.

"And, at the end, I want you to finish with some, hum, you know, with a golden shower."

Greah straightens back up and looks around, spotting a dirty alley between a ruined laundromat and a run-down motel. "There works?" She points at it while looking down at the human, who stares at the dark backstreet with nervous glee.

"Yeah, that works."

Once Mara transfers the credits, Greah picks her up over her shoulder and leads her to the dark alleyway, where she puts her down behind a rusty blue dumpster.

"Why don't you take off that coat?" Greah says in a tone that suggests she's not asking.

Mara, slowly obeys, revealing her naughty outfits. She's wearing leather straps over her torso, which surround her small breasts. X-shaped pasties cover her nipples, but their shape is clearly visible through; She's either very cold, or very excited. The fishnets stockings end halfway up her thighs, and are held up by a matching garter belt. The tiny black thong hides just enough of her cunt to qualify it as underwear.

"I'm sorry for being a weird nasty pervert," she mutters, her cheeks flushing even brighter.

"A bad girl like you need to be put in her place..." Greah lifts her hand just as a floating bot reaches her, and she grabs the handcuffs that it holds in its little steel claws.

Mara's chest rise quickly with her quick breathing, and she holds out her hands. Greah takes her arms and pulls her against the dumpster, cuffing one wrist, passing the chain into the dumpster's handle, and then cuffing the other wrist. The human is now locked in place, and she lets out a strangled yelp as she realizes the gravity of her situation.

Greah slaps her hard on the ass, then grasp the bruised flesh, digging her finger in the small woman's buttcrack. "What a pathetic little slut."

She gives her ass another slap, albeit a much softer one, then she steps over her, placing her big green butt right in her face. Greah lifts the hem of her tight pink dress and pulls her panties to the side, revealing her sweaty, hairy asscrack.

When she looks back, she can see Mara's wide eyes, as she stares at the dark slimy ravine in front of her. Greah pulls her cheeks apart, sending a waft of stinky musk directly towards Mara's nose. Then, she thrusts her ass back, trapping the human's face against her smelly swamp butt.

"There, isn't that better? Now the weird nasty pervert is where she belongs, getting suffocated by my big filthy ass."

Mara's voice is muffled, but her tone is easy to read: She's having the time of her life. Her avid tongue is also a good indication, and she does her very best to be Greah's good little sweat rag. Greah herself is also having fun, and she starts rubbing her erect cock against Mara's arms, covering her wrists and the cuffs in thick precum.

Every once in a while, Greah moves her ass off to allow her client to breathe in, and then she sits back down, rubbing her huge pucker up and down on the other woman's face. "Having fun down there?"

"Hmmm-hmmm!"

When she feels like the human has had enough, she frees her from her big green ass. She takes a moment to observe her work while Mara pants and huffs. Her face covered in slimy buttsweat and stray black hairs, and her makeup is completely ruined.

While Mara recovers, Greah fully pulls down her panties, dropping them on the side of the dumpster. She then grabs her by the hair and shoves her huge hard cock against her lips. "Open up."

Mara eagerly sucks the head of the huge cock, moaning loudly as the filthy unwashed cock overtakes her taste buds.

While she's getting her dick sucked, Greah sees a cute human couple walking down the strip's street, right in front of her alley. They spot her, and the expression on their faces is halfway between flustered and intrigued. While looking at them and grinning, she grabs Mara's hair and starts fucking her mouth harder. This causes her to let out louder noises, a mix of slurpy gags and muffled moans. The couple blush and then slowly walk away, but Greah's ocular chip picked them up and she puts a reminder next to their CEC file to check on them later.

Mara gasps for air when the huge dick finally pulls out of her throat, and she sputters out a mix of saliva and cockleak.

"I think my dick has been sufficiently lubed up now, what do you think?"

She looks up at the orc with big pleading eyes.

"Where do you want it?"

"... In my cunt... Please."

Greah places herself behind her client, and then waits for her to get up from her knees. Once the girl is back on her feet, she grabs her thong and rips it off, making her yelp. She then spreads Mara's legs with her foot, kicking her knees apart.

Mara lets out a nervous gasps when the tip of Greah's large cock makes contact with her vulva. Greah firmly grabs the small woman's waist, fully encircling her midsection with her large hands. She pushes forward, teasing the human's vagina a little before going in. Mara's face is right against the edge of the dumpster where Greah's dirty panties rest, and she can't help but push her face against the sweat-drenched fabric and inhaling loudly.

Once she penetrates her, Mara lets out a sharp cry, and her body trembles slightly in Greah's hands.

"Are you sure you want to be this loud, dear little cunt? People on the street are going to hear you." Greah bows down until her mouth is besides Mara's head, and then she bites her lightly on the neck.

"Oooooh-oooh, if- if I make too much noise, people- aaaah- people will know that I'm a dirty cumdump."

Greah moves back and forth a few time, going deeper into her client's vagina with each thrust. "Do you want people to know how much of dirty cumdump you really are?"

"N-No! This is too embarrassing!"

Greah spanks her hard, coaxing a loud cry out of her. "Careful there. You keep screaming for attention, you'll end up attracting some onlookers."

"Noo! I'll die of shame if people see me being defiled here!"

"I can hear some footsteps approaching on the street ahead," Greah whispers in an ominous tone.

"Wh-What!? Wait, no, they're- aa-aah- they're going to see me!"

The shameful situation doesn't seem to stop the poor girl from moving her hips back against Greah's huge dick.

"Maybe they're just other whores, who won't judge you for getting pounded in public. Or, maybe, they're other passengers... What if they're people you know?"

"N-Nnnooo!" Her voice resonates with fear, but her hips move faster.

"Maybe we can hide your face, this way they'll see a pathetic cock-holster shaking her slutty hips for me, but they won't know what you truly looks like."

"Yes! Yes! Oh, fffuck."

Greah already knows what to use to hide Mara's face: Her dirty panties. She grabs them from the side of the dumpster, and then wraps them around the human's face. The effect is instantaneous, and having her head stuffed into the wet smelly fabric causes Mara to double down on the loud moans.

An orc then walks in front of the alley, and he stops to look at the source of the lewd noises.

"Hey Greah."

"Von Rosk," she salutes back. The fellow prostitute is dressed quite provocatively, like most of the Underbelly's whores.

"Having fun?"

"You know, just plowing some dumb horny bimbo." As she says this, she picks up the pace, her big balls slapping against said bimbo's pubis.

He gives her a smile.

"Wanna see her face?" She says, placing her hand over the girl's covered head.

"NNnnnggooo!" Mara screams through the panties. "Don't shooo-ooooh!"

"She's a little shy, you'll have to excuse her."

" 's alright," the man says with a grin. "I'll you two be."

"See ya, darling."

As he leaves, Greah brings her focus back on her client. She can feel the warm cunt throbbing around her dick, and the distinct sound of fluid hitting the ground.

"Oh, did you cum?"

Mara doesn't respond with words, but her moans and tremble are good enough indicators. Greah pulls out, and the girl falls to her knees, hands still cuffed and face still covered in dirty orc panties.

Greah pulls off the underwear, letting her see Mara's flustered face. She then jerks off, holding her big dick inches away from the human's nostrils.

When Mara finally recovers from her orgasm, her eyes widen at the sight of Greah pumping her penis in front of her. She looks up just in time to make eye contact as the orc ejaculates all over her client's face and chest. Greah lets out a loud satisfied "aaaaah", as the last rope shoots right on Mara's lips.

"Oh, sorry," she says, putting out a fake apologetic voice. "I seem to have painted you full of my nasty girlsplooge. Let me quickly wash you off." She points her dick at Mara's face, and then pisses all over her. Mara closes her eyes, but opens her mouth, which quickly fills with orc piss.

Greah's bladder has quite the capacity, and her golden stream lasts longer than her ejaculation. Mara takes it like a champ, drinking and showering in the nasty fluid, until her head and torso are completely soiled and sticky.

"Well, my job here is done," Greah states, grabbing her underwear and stepping out of the alley.

"W... Wait!" Mara shakes her cuffed hands, clinging them against the dumpster's handle. "You need to untie me!"

"Think of it as an opportunity to be fucked again, dear." Greah shouts back as she exits the alleyway

"No! Wait! You can't leave me in this state! Greah! Please!"

Greah lights herself a cigarette, standing against the wall near the alleyway but out of Mara's view. Obviously, she's not going to leave without unlocking the poor piss-covered girl, that would be bad customer service. But she finds it amusing to make her sweat a little.

"Greah! Greah! Greah!?" She shouts, sounding a little more **** with each call. "Greah!?" By then, she's whispering loudly, afraid that someone else might come and see her. "Fuck... Greah, please, if you're still out there... don't leave me here."

The girl lets out a cry of happiness when Greah reappears at the alleyway's mouth.

"Oh! Stars! For a moment there I thought you really left!"

"You know I wouldn't have, sweetie."

"Of course, of course." She sounds convinced, but she's still trembling a little.

She uncuffs her, and then holds her coat towards her. "Do you wanna shower before putting this back on?"

Mara blushes, then mumbles "I'll take the coat now."

"Really? You want to walk back home stinking of piss?"

"Don't say it so crudely!" She puts the coat back on, then stares back up at the tall orc.

"I might... I might want to masturbate a few times once tonight, and having your scent will only make it hotter."

Greah lifts an eyebrow, then she has an idea. "Would you like to bring these home?" She asks, pointing at her own dirty panties on the ground by the dumpster.

Mara's eyes fill with lust. "Really!? How... How much would it be?"

"Free of charge, luv. Consider it a gift... for your sustained patronage."

Mara's whole face light up in joy and she jumps to give Greah a hug, then take the filthy underwear. "I will cherish those for the rest of my life."

Greah gives her a gentle pat on the butt, sending her on her way.

She hopes the little human has a private vehicle on the ship. It would be awkward if she took one of the public transport, stinking of pungent orc fluids.