Will Klein, a Fat Slob

Greah shares a cigarette with her friend Mordred while they wait for clients to show up. They don't usually have to wait too long, as there is a rather high demand for hung orc women, but it's still more fun to spend those few minutes of waiting in good company.

There is no dress code in the Underbelly, so Greah wears a tiny crop top, thigh-high stockings, and a nice ornemental cock sock, all in shiny silver fabric. Her outfits leaves very little to the imagination. Then again, there are three girls twenty meters away who are literally naked, so Greah's not the most obscene of the lot.

Mordred, a fat orc girl with a small bob of black hair, is in the process of describing a book she was reading that morning when Greah notices the human man looking at them.

She blows the potential client a kiss while rubbing the tip of one of her long fake nails over her thick veiny dick. When Mordred sees the gesture, she follows Greah's gaze until she spots the Human. Mordred does her best to entice him, grabbing one of her small sagging tits with one hand and her short but thick cock in the other. It's a nice try, but Greah has been with enough clients to know when one is already in her pocket. There'll be other johns tonight, Mordred will have plenty of opportunities to get dirty.

Greah's occular implant scans the man, giving her an instant access to his CEC file. William Klein, born on Earth in 2312, multiple visits in CEC brothels over the last ten years, has had complaints in the past for lack of hygiene. Perfect, Greah thinks while licking her lips. She's got a thing for stinky Humans.

She looks him up and down, enjoying the sight. Will is obese, with short balding brown hair, beige skin, hairy arms and a three-days beard. His face clearly shows the ravages of intoxicants, especially his veiny red nose. All in all, he is a bit of an ugly bastard. Greah's degradation chip sends a shiver through her spine as she fantasize about submitting to such a gross slob.

The man approaches her swiftly, looking left and right with each step. He's nervous, but he has done this often enough to know not to linger.

"H-Hi," he exhales once he's close enough. His voice cracks as he tries to whisper. "How much for the, for a, hum, for you."

"Come on honey, let's get a room so we can talk about this in private."

After waving a goodbye at her friend, she quickly leads the client towards a seemingly-dilapidated building meant to look like a run-down motel.

They get a room with a stained yellow mattress and some fading nanopaper walls that are currently showing some glitchy floral patterns. Greah's neural implant links with the room's bots, giving her a detailed rundown of its last uses and the cleaning procedure. All seems to be in order.

"Hiii, I'm Greah, and tonight, darling, I'll be anything you want me to be." She turns and looks down at him, one hand on her hip and the other slowly rubbing the top of her big bouncy breasts.

"I... huh... you're really pretty..."

She knows. "Oh, honey, that's nice, thank you."

"Half an hour... I think... would be okay."

The look in his eyes is telling. He wants more than a half hour, but he knows how expensive the Underbelly whores are.

"Half an hour works for me," she coos, bringing her large arm around his shoulder to gently caress his bald spot with her long fake nails. She can smell his stale sweat and overbearing cologne, both of which wake up feral lusty instincts in her.

"Ooooh." He stares wide-eyed at the massive bust in front of him, then looks up at her anxiously.

"Relax, baby, the counter doesn't start until after you've transferred the credit." She lean down to whisper in his ear. "Consider these little preliminaries to be on the house."

He instantly relaxes, and then lifts a hand towards her breast. She catches his wrist with her free hand, holding him in an iron grip.

"No touching during the preliminaries, honey."

He nods, then looks back at her. "H-How much? And what's the limit on things we can do?"

"Base package for a half hour is 350 credits." As she explains her prices, she relaxes the grip on his wrist, and starts caressing his hand. "You gotta pay extra if you wanna include any fluids other than sperm, sweat, spit, milk or snot. There's also extras if you wanna inflict pain or injuries, with prices going up proportionally with damage inflicted."

"Oh, no, not damage! No... I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to eat my ass and jerk me off while praising me. But... speaking fluids... How much is it for, huh, I don't know... piss?"

"Piss is in the first fluid package, which is an extra 50. And fluid packages go both way, so for 50 we can include your piss and slash or mine."

"And... huh, what happen if fluids happen that weren't paid for beforehand?"

"They get charged after the fact at triple price, and I send in a complaint to your CEC file."

"Okay, okay, cool. I don't want to do watersports today, I'll take the base package."

"Good! Also, I'm currently collecting videos for a site that a friend is trying to launch! If you allow me to film and publish our encounter today, I can shave off 50 credits on the price!"

Will's eyes grow even wider than they already were as he takes in the last bit of information.

"N-No, no cameras."

"Alright, no cameras. So then, 350?"

"Y-Yeah, lemme just..." He starts entering the price on his wrist-patch, then holds his hand up towards her. His face is still right next to the orc's big green breasts.

She grabs his wrist, connecting it to the implant in her hand, completing the credit transfer.

"Now I'm yours for the next 30 minutes, handsome." She kisses him on the top of the head and then moves towards the bed, sitting on its side so that her head is level with his.

He approaches while gazing lustfully at her breasts, and then grabs them firmly. Greah lets out a pleased huff when he squeezes the big mounds of flesh, but her voice soon turns to moans when his finger make their way towards her fat engorged nipples. A tiny of milk leaks out into her tight top.

His exploration of her tits is short-lived, as he quickly focuses back on what he had come here for.

"Can you please... huh... lay on your back?"

"Anything for you, sugar." She blows him a kiss and then gets in position, hearing him doffing his pants and underwear while she looks at the ceiling.

He climbs on top of her, his average human dick rubbing against her legs, then against her much larger dick, and then against her belly. "Oh, Greah, you are so pretty!"

He moves his grubby hands over her curvy body, leaving his prints all over her smooth green skin.

"And so are you, Will. I'm glad to be spending time with a handsome lad like you."

He smiles and blushes, clearly enjoying the compliment. Consciously, he must know that her compliments are only fueled by the monetary transaction; A hottie like her would probably never give a slob like him the time of day, much less call him handsome if she hadn't been paid to. And yet, his shy grin and blushing cheeks indicate that he very much appreciate her words, as if a part of him might even believe that they are genuine.

He moves further up, bringing his dick close to her face. She gives the tip a kiss, tasting the sticky mix of precum and sweat, then looks up at him with a smile. He moves again, bringing his very erect cock over her face.

She opens her eyes as wide as she can while looking at his cock, as if to make him believe that she is impressed with it and observing it with great interest. His pubic hair is wild and untrimmed, and she can picture herself deepthroating him and having her nose shoved into that deliciously stinking bush. She kisses his dick again, even pulling out her tongue a little. "Oh my, what a tasty dick."

"You like it?"

"Baby, it's perfect. You have a really nice dick!"

Her enthusiasm spreads to him, and he giggles as he rub his balls over her big bimbo lips. She responds with flirty looks and winks. At this point, his scent is overpowering, and she cannot help but swoon a little.

Once he's satisfied with her treatment of his scrotum, he turns and present her his big flabby ass. He spreads his cheeks to reveal his hairy, sweaty crack, and Greah's nose gets hit with the powerful stench of unshowered man ass. Her large tongue comes out on its own, moving towards the delicious pucker in front of her.

The taste of his asshole is exhilirating, and her eyes roll back as she pushes past his sphincter. He sits back on her face, making sure to position himself in a way to prevent her tusk from tearing into his skin. She pushes her tongue as far as she can, then brings her hand around to his dick. His moans start as soon as her tongue is inside him, and his hips move back and forth a little.

His dick doesn't last long, and within two minutes she can already hear the tell-tale signs of his upcoming orgasm. She takes her hand off and pull out her tongue, causing him to let out a surprised and saddened "ooh!"

"Baby, do you want me to make you cum quickly? Or do you want me to edge you until the time is up?"

"Make me cum, and then keep licking. I'll tell you when I'll be ready for your hand again."

"Oh, so you want to get as many orgasms as you can? Greedy boy!" She says while grabbing his dick again.

"Aa-aah, yes! Yes!"

He gasps when her tongue goes back in, and she jerks him off faster this time. It takes less than fifteen seconds to make him jizz, and a small load of warm fluid erupt on her tits. She gives his dick a moment to relax, while continuing to explore his asshole with her tongue. Sometimes, she pulls out so that she can lick up and down his crack, absolutely enjoying her client's flavor.

When he signals her, she brings her hand back on his dick, jerking his shaft for a few minutes until he shoots a second load. She manages to coax out four loud orgasms out of him, feeling him shake and whimper after each one.

By the time the thirty minutes are up, his asshole is left twitching and leaking her slobber, and his dick trembles from the intensity of the act.

"I hope you had fun!" Greah tells him while giving him a gentle slap on the rear. "I sure did!"

"Y-You did?" he asks weakly, still taxed by the consecutive orgasms.

"Hmm-hmm!" She nods and smiles. She really did have fun. She wouldn't be doing this job if she didn't. "But now your time is over. Go take a shower and then be on your way, sugar boo." She gives him one last kiss on the scalp. "And if you ever want to do this again... or anything else... you know where to find me!"

She helps him up and guides him towards the "motel"'s showers. As soon as she's out of the room, her neural implant transmits the cleaner bots' update, informing her that the room is being thoroughly cleaned.