Killing time before the show

The four reached their table, with plenty of bar-patrons having turned their eyes from the women dancing or being fucked to gawk at the two gorgeous vixens sauntering past them, which were followed by Gorluc and Ormod, both of whom were hindered by the opened state of their pants and hardened state of their cocks as they followed the fines pieces of ass across the barroom.

“Right,” Zalah said to Ormod, dropping onto her haunches once they had reached their table, “you won’t be needing these anymore.”
With that, Zalah proceeded to strip the man out of his pants, throwing them into their booth while Perrima did much the same.

“You sit down first.” Zalah told Ormod, who immediately seated himself on one of the padded benches which were placed between the booth’s walls and the table, the man’s hard cock resting against his equally hard abdomen as he waited for Zalah to seat herself next to him, but did so in vain, for Zalah squeezed herself in until she was in front of Ormod, her beautiful ass now only a few inches from his face, and then proceeded to lower herself with her hands holding her buttocks apart until her sphincter made contact with the tip of Ormod’s erect cock.

With a barely audible moan coming past her lips and Ormod’s eyes threatening to bulge right out of their sockets, Zalah sank herself onto him until all of his thick, rock-hard tool had disappeared up the snug fit of her bunghole, Perrima and Gorluc standing by the table and watching Zalah’s peculiar seating arrangement, with Perrima stroking Gorluc’s hard prick.

“Comfortable?” Zalah asked Ormod, shooting Gorluc and Perrima a naughty smile, one which only grew naughtier as Ormod failed to produce a coherent reply, only groaning lustfully at the feel of his cock being squeezed inside the taut walls of Zalah’s asshole.

With one hand fondling Ormod’s heavy balls and the other tapping her own clit, Zalah began to slowly buck her juicy derriere, beginning her work to drain the young man of every drop of cum in his balls.

Gorluc took a seat on the other side of the table, the muscular facing outwards as Perrima dropped onto her knees between his legs and began sucking his cock, one hand toying with his cum-filled balls while the other stroked his foreskin, her nimble tongue dancing over his cockhead. Sitting with her ass sticking out, Perrima made sure to keep her legs far apart for anyone behind her to be able to see her pussy and asshole as she sucked Gorluc’s cock.

“What are you drinking?” A barmaid, who had come up to the table and who smiled as she watched was going on inside and around the booth.

Spitting Gorluc’s cock out of her mouth, but not seizing her rhythmic fisting of it, Perrima looked up and smiled when she saw the barmaid was a pretty young voluptuous thing with huge knockers, honey-like skin and flowing pangs of jet-black hair. Topless, as was the standard attire of the working girls’ of the “Balls”, the woman was dressed only in black platform shoes and a black skirt, which in reality was barely more concealing than a waistband.

“I’ll lick your pussy if you show it to me.” Perrima huskily told the barmaid.

“And while she’s licking your cunt,” Zalah chimed in, her speech interrupted by her bouncing up and down on Ormod’s lap, “I’ll lick your asshole if you show it to me.”
Grinning and softly shaking her head, the barmaid placed her tray on the table and lifted her skirt up to reveal the tight lips of her wet, hairless slit, before turning around and showing off her snug asshole, her hands separating the globes of her heart-shaped.

“Now,” Perrima cooed, “come back to this table with four tankards of frothy beer, preferably with Lana having added just a tad of all that cum on her tits into two of them, and I’ll lick that delicious pussy of yours until your honey is poured all over my face, with Gorluc here fucking my ass as hard and as fast as he can all throughout it.”

Not sure what to think of Perrima and Zalah but obviously becoming excited by them, the wench turned round and went to collect those beers, anxious to find out if she was being serious or not.
Just as Perrima returned her mouth to Gorluc’s cock, a steady rise in the sound-level implied that the evening main attraction was about to perform.
Zalah turned her head to watch the main stage as a man, no doubt Linden Way, stepped out onto it.