Serving non humans.

"Follow me to the balcony," the madam orders in a icy voice. "I will show you where and how to stand."

"Where is your sense of business?" he chastises "we'se only gonna make 100 silver for her no matter where she is." He pauses. "But since she has **** in what she does we can exploit her in other ways. Take her to the shack. Once those animals tell their friends we are putting quality whores out there that branch will boom."

You dutifully follow the madam as she leads you to a small stall attached to the main building's side.

"Your debt holders explained you don't talk much," she said, "so serving non-human clients is probably best. It still feels like a waste for someone as sexy as you."

She pushes you into a small stall. Holding you still with surprising strength, she locks a cast iron collar around your neck. You shiver from fear and excitement, feeling so deliciously ****.

The madam abandons you. A six foot chain connects the cold collar wrapped around your neck to a ring embedded in the ground. You sit down in on a rough wooden bench. The room is chilly; gaps between the old boards let wind penetrate the room, but there is a warmth between your legs. The smell is awful, full of sweat and cum. it reminds you of how rank your night sessions can make your private chambers, except worse, or perhaps better. Remembering some of the overwhelming orgasms you have begged for or been "****" to have in those sessions, you become very excited.

You wait, the thrill building in you. You aren't a queen any more just a cheap whore. Heart pounding and pussy flowing you imagine your first client. Will he be strong? demanding? dominating? You hope all three.

The door sways open, and you see your first client. The hulking mire-man enters your tiny room. The Mire-men, a race of crab-like humanoids, were once fierce pirates, but having claws instead of hands have reduced them to the role of laborers or thugs in modern civilization. You instinctively recoil; his massive from makes the stall feel even smaller.

"Relax th" he says. English is tougher for them to master with their fishy mouths. He sits next to you on the bench. His weight makes it creak.You nervously run a hand over the smooth bumps speckling his shoulder. Your not quite sure how this goes you were expecting, and hoping for, instant rough sex.

"That feelth nice," he coos "I like it gentle; I want to make love to you. What's your name?"

You remain silent, not knowing if your Master and Mistress have given you a fake name, and remembering that you aren't supposed to talk anyway.

"Tell me your name," he insists.

When you remain silent he stands up. Having to hunch lest he brake the ceiling, he yells "what you think your too good to talk to me." You shake your head vigorously.

Without warning his claw pinches your breast. You cry out, your tender flesh clamped in his serrated grasp. "Not a mute," he comments. "This isn't what I wanted. I'm leaving."

You panic. If he leaves, he will probably complain to the owners, and he'll think your a bigot. But worst of all, you will have to wait even longer for your next fuck. You slide of the bench into a kneeling position. Wrapping your hands around his leg you start kissing. He hesitates, allowing your mouth to work its way down to his bone-y flippers.

Humbling yourself works. "Not arrogant, huhg? Prove it." He unties the front of his pants and presents his semi-erect cock to you. On all-fours, your face near his feet, you look up at it. A lesser slut would have been grossed out by the sight of his penis, but you can only think of how the bumpy surface would feel inside your dripping cunt, if only it were fully erect.

But that's easy enough to fix. You ascend to a kneeling pose and shuffle forward. A cheerful, mischievous grin spreads wide across your face. You lift his armor-y shaft add have it rest on your face just above your cheek bone. With nothing in the way of his sack of precious jewels, you are free to lick his salty scrotum hide. He lets out a rumbling moan.

You rub his cock across your cheek; the textured surface feels so naughty. Simultaneously, you take one of his nuts into your mouth to suck. Gently tugging the ball in the process, you slowly pull your mouth back.

When it is finally free from your drooling mouth, you start kissing up his sack. And eventually, your lips reach his rod. Kissing up his shaft, you discover it has a more earthy taste, which you savor.

When your lips reach his tip, you take it in your mouth. With his cock in your mouth, your head dips down to take his sausage. "You don't talk much, but your mouth is good for somethin'," he mutters between groans as you skilfully bob your head.

The anticipation with your servants, exhibitionist walk, and the fact that you were literally sold have left you very horny. You want it rougher. Keeping your mouth where it belongs, you reach for his claw. You guide it to the back of your head. He gets the message and starts pushing you down on his cock. His long member brushes against the back of your throat several times, but you are also pulled back to be allowed to suck his tip.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he forces your head forward you can't quite get balls deep. The hard bellend always slams painfully against to back of your throat before your lips can reach the base of his shaft. To fix this you raise your ass and align your throat with his member properly. You're rewarded with the sensation of his cock sliding into your gullet you swallow around it, letting your gagging throat muscles massage his head. After a few seconds his claw relaxes and your lips and tongue are given the privilege to pleasure his head. The other claw starts pinching and shacking your left ass cheek.

He establishes a cycle of fucking your face, simultaneously thrusting into you and forcing your head down onto his penis. It is hard to breathe. Often he keeps his member jammed into your throat. Sometimes, he pounds your throat with short, rapid thrusts while keeping most of his cock in your mouth, Other times, he simply holds his sausage in your gulet, letting your muscles do the work. He gets more agressive, taking pleasure in your mouth for longer and longer before pulling out and allows you a quick breathe or two. The rough penatration of your throat makes your eyes water. It gets hard to keep track of anything past the barnacley member in your mouth. The cook pulls out, there is air, you suck the cock as it returns, and then you get to enjoy the whole cock in your mouth and throat. In the back of your mind you think you must be close to tasting his seed.