Taste test

The orc stopped in the center of the bathroom and turned to her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of thick, black cloth.

"Now, listen close. The pipes in this house... they don't just carry water. They carry residual mana. And the only way to tell if a pipe is truly clear is through sensory resonance."

Sally frowned, her brow furrowing in a rare moment of concentration.

"Sensory resonance? How do we do that?"

"The eyes can be deceived by the shimmer of the mana,"

The orc explained, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"To truly feel the flow, you gotta shut out the light. You gotta use your other senses. Your taste, your touch. It's a master-level technique."

Sally gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

"I-I.. get to do master-level work..?"

"If you're brave enough," he challenged.

"I am! I-I'm very brave!"

The orc stepped behind her, the scent of his unwashed body enveloping her. He wrapped the black cloth around her eyes, tying it tight. Sally let out a small squeak as the world vanished into darkness.

"Now.."

he commanded, his voice rough.

"Get down on your hands and knees. Right here on the floor."

Sally obeyed without hesitation. She knelt on the cold tiles, her hips tilting upward, the denim of her overalls stretching taut over her rounded rear. The position accentuated the curve of her spine and the generous swell of her breasts, which hung low, nearly touching the floor.

The orc stood over her, his breath coming in heavy, jagged gasps. He looked down at the sight—the pure, moon-white skin of her shoulders, the golden curls of her hair, and the sheer, oblivious vulnerability of her posture.

[I can't believe this is happenin'.. just how much of a ditz can a gal be..?]

He thought to himself, his heart hammering against his ribs.

[A piece of filth like me, and a little angel like her. She’s practically beggin' for it..]

"Now, the first part of the test is the oral resonance," he said, his voice trembling slightly.

"I'm gonna introduce a series of tool-tips. You gotta taste them. Tell me if they taste metallic, salty, or sweet. That'll tell us which pipe is clogged."

"Okay!"

Sally chirped, her voice muffled by the blindfold.

"I'm ready!"

The orc reached into his belt and pulled out a small, metal polishing rod. He gently slid it into her mouth. Sally's lips parted easily, her tongue darting out to taste the cold metal.

"It tastes... cold! And kind of like pennies!"

"Good. Very good,"

He murmured. He removed the rod and replaced it with a piece of rubber tubing.

"Mmm... this one tastes like... old balloons?"

The orc felt his patience snapping. The game had gone on long enough. He stepped closer, his fat gut pressing against her shoulder. He reached down and unfastened his trousers, his girthy, green cock springing free with a wet thud against his stomach. It was a grotesque thing—thick, veiny, and covered in small, pale warts, pulsing with a hunger that matched his own.

He guided the head of his member toward her lips.

"Now," he whispered.

"this is the primary resonance tool. It's the most important one. You gotta take it all in. Slowly. Feel the vibration."

Sally felt something warm and heavy press against her lips. It didn't feel like metal or rubber. It felt like skin—rough, hot, and pulsing.

"Mister? This tool feels... weird. It's soft but hard at the same time."

"That's because it's an organic mana-conductor,"

He obviously lied, his voice a low growl.

"Now, open up now.. Do it for your old man."

Sally's lips parted. She leaned forward, her inexperienced mouth sliding over the broad, blunt head of his cock. She let out a small, muffled sound of surprise, her tongue instinctively curling around the girth.

The orc nearly collapsed. The warmth of her mouth was an explosion of sensation, a velvet vice that gripped him with a purity he had never known. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

[Gods, she’s warm... so damn warm...]

Sally, wanting to be a good student, tried to take more. She pushed forward, her lips stretching to accommodate the thick green shaft. She made a soft, gagging sound, her throat constricting, but she didn't pull away. She wanted to pass the test. She wanted to be useful.

As she worked her way clumsily around his shaft, the orc reached down to her shoulders. With a quick, practiced motion, he flicked the heart-shaped clasp of her overall strap. It snapped open, and the denim slid down her arm. He did the same to the other side. The overalls slumped, and Sally's breasts spilled out of the bib. They were magnificent—large, rounded globes of pale flesh that swayed with every movement of her head. They were unblemished, the nipples a soft, dusty pink, reacting to the cool air of the bathroom.

The orc couldn't help himself. He reached down with one stubby, filth-streaked green hand and cupped her right breast. The contrast was jarring—his dark, warty skin against her luminous, moon-white flesh. He squeezed, his fingers sinking deep into the softness.

"M-Mmmph..?!"

Sally groaned around his cock, her body shuddering.

"You're doin' great, Sally," he gasped, his voice breaking.

"Just keep goin'.. Use your tongue. Taste the mana."

Sally obeyed, her tongue swirling around the shaft, tasting the salt and the musk of his skin. She was oblivious to the fact that she was pleasuring a monster; in her mind, she was solving a plumbing crisis. She increased the pace, her head bobbing rhythmically, her large breasts jiggling with the effort.

"Mmh.. y-yeah. Good lil doll.. nice and slow.. l-like— mmh.. that.."

The orc’s grip on her breast tightened. He kneaded the flesh, molding it in his palm, feeling the weight and the warmth of her. He felt a surge of power, a dark satisfaction in the way she served him without even knowing it.

[Just look at her...]

He thought, a sneer crossing his face even as he moaned.

[A perfect doll. A perfect, stupid little doll cleanin me up like a clumsy slut..

He began to thrust his hips, his movements becoming urgent. He pushed deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat, forcing a wet, **** sound from her. Sally didn't stop; she only gripped his thighs with her hands, trying to stabilize herself as she took more and more of his girth. The friction was unbearable. The heat of her mouth, the scent of her skin, and the sight of those pale breasts bouncing in his grip pushed him over the edge.

"A-Almost— ngh.. there..'!"

He bellowed, his voice echoing off the tiles. He thrust one last time, burying himself as deep as he could, and let out a guttural roar. A massive, pulsing load of thick, hot cum geysered into the back of her throat. It came in waves, a flood of salty, pungent fluid that filled her mouth and spilled over her lips. Sally gagged, her eyes widening behind the blindfold. She tried to pull back, but he held her head firmly in place, his fingers digging into her cheeks.

"Don't let it out!"

he commanded, his voice frantic.

"Th-The uh.. mana-essence is in the.. uh fluid!? Ye-Yeah.. like that.. mmh— err I mean.. If you spit it out, the pipes will clog forever! Yeah.. you gotta— uagggh.. swallow every drop, Sally! For your old man.."

Sally, panicked and determined, began to swallow. She gulped down the thick, viscous fluid, her throat working hard to process the sheer volume of the load. She swallowed and swallowed, her chest heaving, until the last of the fluid was gone.

"Oouhh.. yeah that's it. That's a g-good.. mmh.. doll. Drink it.. nice an' slow.. mmh.. good.. like that.. like that.."

The orc slowly withdrew, his cock pulsing and slick. He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, watching as a few stray drops of white slime clung to the corners of her mouth. He reached down and gently pulled the blindfold away.

Sally blinked, her blue eyes watery and confused. She looked up at him, her breasts still exposed, her overalls hanging precariously off her waist.

"D-Did— did I do it?" she whispered, her voice raspy.

"Did the pipes clear?"

The orc looked down at her, a smug expression on his face. He reached over and helped her pull her overall straps back into place, the heart-shaped clasp clicking shut.

"You did it, Sally,"

He said, his voice returning to its usual gruff tone.

"Y-You.. haah.. passed the test with flyin' colors.. Those pipes are cleaner than a whistle."

Sally beamed, a look of pure triumph on her face while her cute, pink lips have traces of the ogre's thick trails of cum.

"I k-knew I could do it..!!"

"You sure are,"

The orc said, turning to gather his things.

[Left me dry and clean in a moment.. I can't wait to taste her hole the next time. Hell, maybe I'll bring a friend over..]

"I'll be back next week for the monthly maintenance. M-Make sure to— uh.. you know? Keep practicing or whatever. That... sensory resonance?"

"I will, Mister! Thank you for teaching me!"

The orc walked out of the house and into the humid afternoon air of Kandle. He felt lighter, satisfied, and possessed by a newfound confidence. As he walked away, he looked back at the small house and chuckled.

He had found the perfect tool in Sally—a tool that was soft, luminous, and wonderfully, blissfully stupid..