The promiscuous slut’s guide to getting free drinks

As Zalah and Perrima strolled through the bar, every pair of eyes in there to turned to follow their movement, men licking their lips and feeling their cocks harden at the sight of such a pair of brilliantly voluptuous sluts, while the women felt a mixture of arousal and envy being stirred up by the sight of the two.

Well aware that everyone’s attention were on them, Zalah and Perrima moved seductively slow, making sure to slide their hips and wiggle their bare asses as they came up to the bar-disk.

Having told Ormod to stay in the background, leaving the half-naked barbarian leaning against the wall with a massive erection, Zalah now looked at the barman in front of her and Perrima.

It was not someone whom she recognized. In fact, it wasn’t even a “barman”.
Instead, standing behind the counter there was a nubile woman with deeply tanned skin and char-coal black hair, her upper body completely bare to allow anyone looking to an unrestricted view of the weighty swell of her large, well-rounded breasts.

Naked above the waist, the bartender wore tight-fitting brown leather pants and black boots that reached up over her shins.

What Zalah noticed most of all, however, was the stream of cum that adorned the woman, lining itself from her throat down through her cleavage to just above her belly-button, with one tiny drop having made its way into her pierced navel.

“Lana, have I ever told that you wear too much clothes for a female bartender?” Perrima told the barwoman, who laughed softly when she heard the redheaded herbalist’s question.
“By all the hells, Perrima, how did you manage to get to here from your place without being gang-banged in the streets?” The woman replied, her voice clear and
melodic.
“A question which I have asked myself,” Perrima said back, “and not without a certain degree of disappointment. This,” Perrima went on, pointing at Zalah, “is my good friend Zalah.”
“A pleasure, Zalah. What can I get you?” Lana turned to speak to Zalah, her eyes glimmering with lust as she looked at the blonde harlot’s scantily clad body.
“Lana, you can start by taking care of this for me,” Zalah said as she handed the barwoman her sword, then carrying on to undo the pieces of metal that covered her nipples and pussy, “Nor do I believe that I’ll be needing these.”

As both women now stood completely naked, save for their footwear and the decorative chains of metal, they turned and faced the other patrons at the Minotaur Bull.

Naturally, they had become the centre of attention, and Zalah having stripped to be as butt-naked as Perrima had caused no one to look away.
At a nearby table, four men who had been fucking a whore had climaxed quickly as the sight of Perrima and Zalah heightened their already burning arousal, and now even the cum-covered whore, laying ass-down on the table, where staring at the two newcomers.

“Alright!” Perrima cried out to the patrons, “I am Perrima, and this spectacular slut next to me is Zalah! And if you want to fuck us, you’ll have to buy us a drink.”
There was baffled silence in response to Perrima’s announcement, no one seeming prepared to accept that what she said was true.
“Anybody interested?” Perrima cried out, looking around in the room, “Then drop your pants and line up so we can we see some big cocks!”

Stirred into action by Perrima’s words, soon over a dozen men had lined up front of the bar, with their pants opened and their hard dicks pulled out into view.

One of these men was Ormod, and Zalah was thrilled over the fact that the young stud had a cock that was well over ten inches long. She had picked the man that she would start with right there, but Perrima was walking down the line, scrutinizing each man and touching their hard cocks as she passed them.