As Lace loosely followed their direction up the stairs and around a corner, she felt her own modest cowgirl but increasingly demanding erection pressing against the fabrics of her now far too tight pants, only serving to heighten her lusts and make her itch amateur for more, making her desperate to just throw herself down on a plush bed to be ravaged by these two gorgeous creatures in the most bestial way possible. To her impatient relief they stopped together outside a flakey wooden door which the Orcess’s between them shoved open with little effort, the pair obviously as eager as Lace to get at the promised action. “Ooh fuck yes, come on, Zu’gar, I-...” Lace breathed hotly, then paused. She hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect from a room in an Orc tavern, but she had thought it might comprise of more than a large wooden slat for a bed and a meagre table. No chairs to be seen, for whatever reason. “Ha! Expecting something a little more luxurious?” Maria jibed, making Lace pout cutely. “Would be nice to have something soft to lay on is all!” Lace said defensively. For all the advantages of having an Orc lover, in her own opinion, their chiselled bodies did not make comfortable resting spots save, of course, for a few choice pillowy areas. Maria looked about to brush it off but then, to Lace’s surprise, she instead nodded in sudden agreement, turning her gaze to Zu’gar who was already fumbling with her pants, “Can you grab us some hides for the bed? End door, if it’s locked ask the Landlord.” Zu’gar paused, mid button, eyes glancing between the smirking Maria and the hopeful looking Lace then sighed in annoyance, “Alright, fine fine, I’ll be back in a minute!” Lace smiled appreciatively and watched as Zu’gar, grumbling, left the room with a faux drunken swagger, shutting the door behind them with an audible clunk. “Course…” Maria continued the instant after Zu’gar had left, one finger raised to tap thoughtfully at her gold tooth as something playful in her voice made Lace’s stomach implode into a cloud of butterflies, “I know the doors definitely locked… And the Landlord can never remember which key it is… She could be… Wow, minutes.” Lace swallowed as Maria shifted her expression and body language, adopting a predatory look doggystyle that she had seen only once before, it had been on another Orcess in another tavern, but she knew then and there the missionary result was going to be the same. She had seconds. Not minutes. “S-shouldn’t we wait for Zu’gar?” She stammered weakly as Maria advanced, her strong hand running over and drawing attention to a massively threatening bulge that Lace now couldn’t help but to stare at. “That would defeat the point of me getting rid of her for a few minutes though, wouldn’t it?” Maria countered, stepping forward till Lace’s back was pressed to a wall, their bodies close but not quite touching, she eyed the girl over with dark green eyes swimming in desire and mischief, “I think this is the part where you beg me to be gentle.” Lace bit her lip and felt the solid wall press in behind her, the wood seemingly urging her forward as she listened to the quick paced thrum of own heartbeat echoing in her ears. This Orc meant business, meant to employ her strength to force herself upon Lace, to make her do whatever the Orc desired and to hurt her if she didn’t co-operate. “Bring it, tiny.” She breathed, voice quavering, skin paling home made even as the words left her full enticing lips. Maria blinked her eyes in surprise and pursed her lips, nodding slightly as she simply responded, “Okay.” Valerie's amateur blouse opened. What was wrong with me? She leaned in and kissed me hard and said she was whacked and it was my turn to do some work. “Right?” Chris's fist had stopped an inch or two from crashing into my head. It would be more like rage. She is still a beautiful young lady. I hold my pants up and walk to my bedroom. I turn to walk away and he grabs my hand leading me inside. Oh, god dammit. James, not missionary one to be outdone, brought one hand up to hold his mistress' head and play with her hair, while the other grasped, at long last, one of her magnificent breasts. Derrick ambled over to the cart, then to Casey’s face. One cameraman moved to the front of the bike and pointed his camera right at her pussy. She had a feeling this was going cowgirl to be a very special weekend. They both moved to the bed where they slept until noon. Billy laughed through his mouthful of pizza. He laid paralyzed in his bed listening for the slightest sound. She felt him tearing her open with the unrelenting force behind his cock. “No, I said do naughty things to you,” I said, a big smile crossing my lips. His dick had settled down, too. I wilted beneath it, succumbing so easily to her prowess, this wicked side of her that I had awakened, that I loved so much. The five senior girls walked into the room and looked at each of the three slaves. Surprisingly I didn’t feel embarrassed....mostly just resigned to my fate....and trying to stand without falling. She sounded ashamed of doggystyle herself. I had worn home made my uniform at Jonathan Bascomb’s suggestion. I hurt too much and was too shocked to resist when he took my hand and led me to the shower.