Just the one...

Zalah, standing at the end of the line, was fisting Ormod’s cock with excruciating slowness, each subtle twist of her hand over the thick vein-ridged cock causing more blood to throb into the fat dick, much to her delight. So skilled was her almost absent-minded teasing of the cock as she watched Perrima take her pick of all the other pricks presented to her, that she had Ormod on the balls of his feet, the young man desperately concentrating on not surrendering his load before he had a chance to fuck the blonde-haired beauty that had taken him in hand.

Meanwhile, Perrima, at the end of the line, turned to Zalah, indicating a moderately sized member that she wasn’t quite sure was up to scratch.

‘What about this?’ Perrima asked Zalah, catching hold of the hard tube pointing out at a right-angle from the man’s crotch, ‘is it big enough us, honey?’

Before Zalah cold respond, the dick answered for her, the man emitting a strangled groan as a jet of cum shot out of the tip of his dick with an audible squirting sound, arcing across the room to splatter against the bar. Lana tut-tutted and took it in stride, wiping the mess up with a cloth.

‘Guess not,’ said Zalah, still working Ormod’s tool. ‘You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?’ she said to him. Ormod could only gulp in response, beads of sweat now standing out on his brow and chest. Zalah knew full well that she her attentions were not far from wringing him dry, and it was all he could do to keep his composure and pray that he didn’t shoot.

‘Too bad,’ said Perrima to the man who had just shot his load with an expression of comical and exaggerated disappointment on her face, pouting and catching her lower lip in her teeth, ‘you didn’t make the grade.’

Cursing, the man continued to jack himself off when Perrima released her hand from his dick. The next spurts were fairly weak and splattered on the floor at her feet as she surveyed the remaining dicks.

‘I guess we have one candidate left,’ said Perrima, moving down the line to alight in front of the one cock in the line that was noticeably bigger than the others, which belonged to a well-muscled warrior in buckskin trousers and a leather jacket open at the front.

‘What’s your name, handsome?’ said Perrima, snaking her hand around the turgid member in front of her by way of a somewhat over-familiar greeting.

‘Gorluc,’ said the man, ‘pleased to meet you.’

‘Oh,’ said Perrima, ‘we haven’t met quite yet. But there’ll be time for that. How would you like to buy me a drink? I’ll suck your cock.’

‘I’d be delighted,’ said Gorluc.

‘As for the rest of you,’ said Perrima, addressing the line in general, ‘I stock an array of potions and tinctures in my shop that, if you’d brought with you tonight, might have enabled you to stick you dicks in my creamy honey-pot. So I advise you to drop round, if you want to be in with a chance next time. Treat yourself, boys, you know you deserve it.’

With that, the two sluts took their picks to the bar, where Lana was there, laughing, to serve them with wine.

‘Always the same when you’re here,’ she said to Perrima, ‘you make our humble bar your own male-brothel!’

‘Says the woman standing in front of me with her tits covered in cum!’ Perrima retorted.

‘Well,’ said Lana, looking slyly to the side, ‘we have a main attraction tonight. And I’m a big fan of his, but we just didn’t have any paper to hand for him to give me his autograph…’

‘So you settled for a cumshot?’ said Zalah.

‘Like I said, I’m a fan…’ Lana conceded. ‘His name is Linden Way. He’ll be performing shortly. You don’t want to miss him.’

‘Any other entertainment on tonight?’ said Perrima.

‘Depends,’ said Lana, ‘when Linden performs I amuse myself by counting how many high-society countesses disguise themselves and slum it down here to watch him play. And there’s a few in tonight, I can tell you. Apart from that? Make your own fun, you slut. I’m sure you know how. I’ve been holding booth for you over there…’

Lana indicated to a booth against a wall at the opposite end of the room, underneath the painting of the minotaur.

‘Thanks darling,’ Perrima said to Lana, as the foursome made their way over to the booth with their drinks.