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I’m taking too long. It’s already an hour past sunset. I don’t want to be one of those assholes who shows up just before closing time, demanding she be pampered by the tired workers who just want to go home. I can just come back another day. That’s what you said last week, too…

The bell above the door rings, startling me. A tall bulky minotaur wearing a tank top steps out onto the sidewalk and lights a cigarette, setting it between his thin lips. The huge bulge in his jeans makes my cheeks heat up. He notices me, winks, then heads down the road in the opposite direction.

Screw it. I hustle over to the door and slip inside as the bell jangles again, wincing as my plan to be inconspicuous is thwarted. I bite my lip and take in a breath to shake the nerves, then examine the interior of the Red Velvet.

Rows of shelves holding all matter of lewd toys line the perimeter, with aisles of kinky costumes and aphrodisiac candies taking up much of the central space. There’s a large glass case of dildos on the wall furthest from me–giant ones shaped like the cocks of various non-human species, back lit like they’re display pieces at an art museum. I take a step forward and try to ignore the warmth pooling between my legs.

The orc man behind the front desk gives me a glance, grunts, then goes back to scrolling on his phone, which looks ridiculously tiny in his large hands.

I feel a little more relaxed now that I’m inside; I have my own collection of tentacle-shaped dildos and ribbed vibrators in my closet at my apartment, and there are plenty of videos of me shoving them up my holes out on the Internet. I feel right at home surrounded by silicon dicks and bottles of lube, but it’s what I’ll find behind that beaded curtain between the walls of porno magazines that has me nervous. I’ve seen plenty of videos about places like this, but to be here in person just feels strange. Like it shouldn’t exist in real life, but here I am.

I approach the bored-looking orc and slide the folded paper that I’ve been crinkling in my fist over the counter. He flicks me a look with his piercing gold eyes. “We don’t do walk-in applications. You want a position, you gotta go through the website.”

“I’m not here for a job.”

His brow shoots up and he finally puts down his phone, a knowing look in his eyes. His tusks are capped at the tip, gold catching the overhead lighting, making them shine. It feels like the room shrinks as he assesses me carefully. “While I won’t deny you service, you sure you’ve got the right, uh, equipment for it?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” I try to say it with as much confidence as I can muster, but it still comes out wavered and meek. I cross my arms to make my point, but it mostly just plumps up my tits, which he takes a shamelessly long look at.

“Fair enough,” he says indifferently as he scoops up the paper with my STI test results. I gnaw on my lip in worry, despite knowing I’m clean. I’ve followed the instructions on the website perfectly, so unless an asteroid plummets through the atmosphere and this building is ground zero, I should be fine. He gives it a brief once-over, then hands it back. “Looks all good. Twenty bucks.”

I dig into my purse and hand him the cash, trying to control my shaky fingers.

“You’ve got half an hour until I close up for tonight.” There’s a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “We’ve only got one girl working today, so I hope you don’t mind sloppy seconds. Have fun.”

I nod and walk towards the hallway behind the beaded curtain. Only one girl. That… that’s perfect. My mind races, every step closer making my heart pound faster until I can feel my pulse in my ears as I reach the discreet wooden door and slowly turn the knob. I head inside and quietly shut the door.

The room is small and intimate, with lamps in the corners providing a dim and warm light. A faint floral aroma cuts through the salty tinge of sweat and musk, like somebody had recently sprayed a perfume to conceal the scent. At the opposite wall, a row of chains hung from anchor points, thick iron links that makes this place look way more like a dungeon than expected. In the middle–bound by cuffs on her wrists and ankles–a woman kneels on the ground. Her hair falls messily around shoulders that slowly rise and fall. She’s completely naked, her skin russet-brown and glistening with sweat. Her ass bares a few welts, and though I can’t see any redness through her dark complexion I know it must be hot and sensitive to the touch.

My eyes fall to what I’m really here for; that beautifully open crux between her legs. Swollen and quivering, her pussy glistens like it’s anointed with sweet honey, proof of how thoroughly she’s been used today. She drips with the fluids of customers who had payed for her services, fucked her until they came inside and filled her up. Her hunched over position lets me see just a hint of her belly where she swells with the seed of countless strangers. The surrounding neighborhood is mostly a community of orcs and minotaurs, and as those are the two most sought after types of actors for porn on account of their incredibly high semen production, it’s no wonder this girl is about to burst.

As I approach she seems to finally notice my presence and lifts her head, looks over her shoulder. Part of her face is covered by a blindfold, but gods is she beautiful anyways. Plump lips split by a ball gag, a strong nose that gives her a touch of elegance in this compromised, humiliating position–even the way the strands of her damp hair fall over her face is perfect. I kneel down next to her.

“Are you… okay?” I ask. My pussy aches, but I don’t want to do this if she’s here unwillingly, though I doubt the shop would be advertising it on their website if she wasn’t. Still, I have to make sure.

The woman gives a slight nod and smiles through her gag. Well, at least she seems to be enjoying this. That gives me a rush of excitement. I stand up and crouch behind her, and she arches her back to give me better access to her exposed parts. Gently I cup the soft hairs above her sex, feel the damp curls and press the heel of my palm into her clit. The slight pressure makes some of the cum gush out and onto my wrist. She groans, gyrating her hips into my touch. I wonder how many of the guys actually did this, pleasured her while they pounded her. Sure, it’s not a requirement, but half the fun is seeing your partner get off, too.

I pull my hand away before it gets too messy and lick it clean. Salty-sweet and delicious, it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my pussy. There’s no hesitation now; the fog of desire is clouding any sense of doubt I might have had before. I want more of this, I need it.

Before I dive in I have one last reasonable thought to take off my clothes so I don’t have to walk home drenched in whatever fluids might get on me. I quickly unstrap my boots, slip out of my skirt and top while the poor girl on the floor whimpers and moans for me, begging that I touch her again.

When my pale skin is bare, I drop down behind her and cup her ass, savoring the feel of her hot skin. I trace the spots where she was spanked with my thumbs, eliciting shivers from her as I help soothe that ache and watch her melt. Moving down, my fingers follow the junction of her thighs, teasing just outside her swollen, soaking lips. A muffled moan leaves her as she twitches gently under my touch.

I smile as I press a kiss to her rear, trailing a path with my lips until I find her delicate entrance where she’s steadily oozing fluids. I press my tongue flat against her and lap up my prize greedily, intoxicated by the sweet taste. I suck and lick, desperate for it, drinking it, swallowing thick gulps of the warm, sticky cream. I explore her pussy with my fingers, tracing her folds. My thumb and forefinger find a nice rhythm with her clit, gently rolling the little nub in a way that has the girl pulling against her chains defiantly. Encouraged, I press a finger inside her. When I feel that sticky warmth coating her inner walls I slide another in and thrust deep. It makes an obscene squelching sound as more cum gushes from her and I’m quick to slurp it all up before it goes to waste.

Her body clenches around my fingers and I don’t let up, pumping inside her, circling around her clit as she rides out the waves of her climax, drinking the rich honey flowing from her. So much, so fucking much. What doesn’t make it to my mouth falls onto my chest, coating my fat tits in delicious sticky milk. She’s still shuddering coming down from her orgasm as I turn and flip onto my back and scoot underneath her. My heart is knocking against my chest as I stare up at the glorious sight of her sopping wet lips and engorged clit. I flick my eyes up her body and finally see the full extent of her swollen belly. I run my hands along her taut skin, can almost feel the sweet liquid churning inside.

I gently guide her to sit on my face, bring her thighs close so that I’m surrounded on all sides of my head by her wonderfully soft body. I reach around and up, hands coasting over her round swell, then press down. Semen flows from her like I’ve turned on a faucet. It floods into my mouth and I gulp it down as best I can, not relenting the pressure I have on her stomach even as I’m overfilled. It gushes, spurts, a river of cum coating my tongue, overwhelming my senses with the salty taste. I can feel it, warm and thick, running down my throat, and I drop a hand down to soothe the nearly painful throbbing between my legs. I barely brush my clit before stars burst behind my eyes, my back arching as ecstasy consumes me, blotting out everything besides the woman above me and her belly full of cum.

When it finally stops I’m absolutely drenched. I had managed to keep drinking as my orgasm ripped through me, but there was just too much. It covers my face, my neck, the upper half of my chest. I slip out from beneath the girl and find my hair clinging to my shoulders, the tips sticky. What hadn’t gotten on me–or isn’t currently in my slightly distended stomach–pools in a wide puddle between the girl’s legs.

That was exactly as amazing as I thought it would be. With one last squeeze of the girl’s ass, I head to the bathroom to clean up. Unsurprisingly, there’s a shower. I wash myself off and get dressed, shut the door to the totally-not-a-dungeon, then head back out to the storefront.

The orc cashier looks up from his phone. “You’re done? You’ve still got fifteen minutes.”

I smirk and shrug. “I got what I needed. Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”

I leave the shop and head down the road. When I get to my apartment, I hop on my computer and start filling out the application to be a “Red Velvet Cum Dumpster.”

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