The Red Woman

You let your penis guide you to the tall red woman standing at the doorway behind the statue. Her skin is an inhuman dull red with her lips and nips lined with sensuous dark. She is taller than you by a head and took you in with eyes the color of a sand dollar. She carried huge tits capable of feeding an entire nursery with thick inch long nipples barely covered by a bralette the size of a string. She had a plump stomach without a belly button and thick thighs covered in a combination of muscle and fat. Her lower half was covered in looping sweeping tattoos which accentuated her hips and ended between her pendolous breasts. As you stepped closer your nose perked to her smell of cinnamon and toasted cloves. She gave you a sultry smile and said, her voice dripping pure intoxicating sex. "Well hello, Master. Welcome to Strexotica."

Your cheeks went redder than her skin and you squeaked out a greeting. Your eyes were pulled in by the gravitational pull of those milkers. Years of social conditioning taught you to pull your eyes towards her face.

She beamed at your awkwardness. "No need to be nervous," she lifted her arms under her breasts and jiggled them slighty. It took seconds for those knockers to still. "Feel free to look! Have you ever been here before?" You shake your head no. "Well here is some free advice. While you are here, don't hold back. Do what comes natural. If you want to stare then stare. If you want to pull someone deep into the ground and shove that long, hard, massive, hot... What was I talking about? Oh yeah, do what you wish to anyone.

You blushed. It was one thing to hear bout Strexotica and it was another to be staring the bouncing, overfilling freedom in your face. "Aw your such a cutie. Well how bout you start with me. Come on, how bout a squeeze." She bent over at the waist, shaking those barely contained breasts in your face. You reached out with your hand and gave one a squeeze. Soft, warm and oh so doughy. She moaned in response and her cheeks went black with blush. Her eyes half-lidded and her fingertips guided against the pulsing length in your breaches.

"Oh so hung too. Since it's your first time, how bout you sample a wall girl to ease you into it? Only one copper," she pulled back from you with difficulty, her fingers reluctantly leaving your pulsing cock. She pointed to the dark room set into the polished stonework and continued, "This one in here got in a bit of trouble so she got sentenced to the wall for the bit. How bout you go in and feed her."