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Living in a new city can be nerve wracking, but it can also be pretty exciting! It's important to know what the new city has so whenever I have time, I go out and sightsee. Yeah, I know, a little touristy but it's the best way to know the area you live in, you know?

And it certainly has its benefits! I found some awesome local restaurants and stores that you couldn't find in my hometown. There was this local coffee shop that had the best latte I have ever had. And it was close to my apartment! Instant regular.

Whenever I had slow days with work, I would head to the downtown area to look at the buildings and see what other businesses there are. I made sure to bring my camera (a photographer needs to be prepared) to take some pictures of the scenery. Especially at night, it's gorgeous. And it would look good in my portfolio, a bonus! Just to be safe, I would also take the camera's bag so I don't have to constantly be carrying it in my hands. (Or leave it somewhere, god forbid. That camera was pricey.)

Of course, there was another reason why I was out sightseeing. Remember when I said that this city was known for having a huge orc population? Well, it did not disappoint. Everywhere I walked, there were orcs no matter which direction I turned. Yes, there were a lot of other races in the area as well, but it's obvious that orcs were the more conspicuous ones here. Big, green, hunky orcs of all shapes and features. I felt like I was in orc paradise. There were also female orcs around (obviously) and, even though I'm not into women, they looked pretty good too.

The nightlife was something else. Nightclubs and bars were practically flashing themselves at you with how many there were. I bar hopped for a while just to see the atmosphere. Suffice to say, I'll DEFINITELY be going back to some of these.

As the night was winding down, I took the monorail. (I saw the parking prices there, I'd rather avoid that.) It was almost empty if not for another person (they looked like a beastman, feline I think) who had headphones on and keeping to themselves. I sat close to one of the doors and just enjoyed watching outside the window as it started moving again.

I knew it was a risk moving to another city that I knew nothing about (other than the orc population) but I'm pretty happy with how it's turning out. Yeah, I know, I'm mostly saying that because I'm getting some orc action, but this city is exactly my style. I found some amazing places to eat and hang out, got some good pictures to add to the file, who knows what else I can get.

After 10 minutes have passed, the monorail stopped again. I still had a couple more stops to go through before I get out so I just waited. I didn't expect anyone getting in (it WAS really late) but then I heard someone walking in. I turned around (I can't help but look) and saw the new passenger.

First thing I noticed, he's an orc. (Nice.) Second thing, he was wearing a suit. A nicely done, professional business suit. With a tie, fancy shoes, and everything. His black hair was in a slick back hairstyle, which went well with his trimmed beard. He looked muscular, but the suit was loose enough that I couldn't see how much, hiding his physique well. And the third thing, he was carrying a big suitcase. All in all, he looked like an everyday businessman.

He sat at the opposite side of me, placed his suitcase beside him, and gave a rather exhausted sigh. He hung his head back a little and dropped his shoulders, as if all of his energy left his body. If I had to guess, he was coming back from something work related.

I felt a little bad for him, honestly. Whatever his job was, it was enough to not only leave him drained, but also get out of work pretty late. (That is, assuming he immediately took the monorail after he got off work.) And it's a shame to just leave a handsome face like that.

“Long night?"

I took a risk. Depending on his reaction, I could either continue the conversation or leave him be. The ball was on his court.

He straightened his head and got a good look at me. I don't fault him for not having noticed me. Being tired could make you oblivious to your surroundings.

He fixed his posture a bit before giving me a sigh and a smile, “You could say that. I'm currently trying to sell a product to a shop that would be great for our business. I've been doing some overtime so I can make sure everything goes smoothly."

Ah, so he's a salesman. Good to know.

“Wow, what products are you selling?"

“In short, underwear. But the fabric we use is much more comfortable and elastic compared to our competitors."

Underwear, huh? Wasn't what I was expecting but I'm not complaining. I tend to lose underwear rather easily. (It may or may not be because they get destroyed when I have my orc sessions. I sometimes like it when they get ripped off of me, okay? It's hot!)

“Oh, alright! I take it the shop needs a little more convincing?"

He chuckled lightly at that, “They're a big company and they have people trying to sell to them all the time. So, I need to be resolute."

I hummed at that and gave a nod.

His eyes suddenly widened a bit and he shook his head, “Oh! I'm sorry! I should introduce myself! Gor, salesman for Pureign."

Pureign. I know that name. It's a company that's been growing pretty big these past couple of years. I have a couple of friends who use their products and they have nothing but good things to say about them. Didn't think I'd run into one of their employees in a monorail.

And his name is Gor. I know orcs tend to have rough sounding names but considering that he works in sales, I was not really expecting a name like Gor. (Suits him though.)

“Javier. Freelance photographer."

His eyebrows rose, “You're a photographer?"

I opened my bag and took out my camera. I often joked that it was my baby but considering how much I take care of it, it wouldn't be a complete lie.

Gor let out a hum, “Have to admit, I don't know much about photography or cameras, but that looks fancy. You were taking pictures around downtown?"

“Yeah. Would you like to see?"

He nodded and I went to sit beside him. He moved his suitcase to make room for me. As I sat, I noticed he had a faint smell of cologne on him. He probably put it on in the morning. It was a nice smell, like wood (different type of wood than I'm used to). Wonder how it smelled normally.

Making myself comfortable, I showed him the pictures I took.

While I did enjoy the nightlife like I said, I also made sure to take as many photos, especially if the places I visited looked absolutely stunning. Building showcasing a lot of colors, people who looked like models in their outfits, entertainers on the street doing neat tricks, you name it. (Thank God I managed to file away the more raunchy photos I've taken. That could have been trouble.)

Gor gave a light whistle as he was looking at the photos, “Now those look great. Maybe even better than the photographers we hired."

I giggled, “Please, you'll make me blush with compliments like that."

A light laugh escaped his lips, “I only say the truth."

An idea came into my mind. Didn't know how well it would go, but hey, I didn't get this far without taking chances.

“I may not have been hired by Pureign, but I would love to work with them in the future. I've heard a lot about you from friends and they can't recommend you enough. Is it possible for me to see the products myself?"

From what I heard, salesmen like it when people talk about their company positively. They believe in their products, after all. So, if I show interest in his company, maybe I can gain something from it. A new job opportunity, maybe some of their products, some alone time with a handsome orc like Gor, all the above, I'm not picky!

He hummed and rubbed his chin with his hand, clearly thinking. Several seconds passed and he turned to look at me again with a smile on his face.

“You know what? Sure, why not? I think you'd be a great fit for Pureign. I'm getting out on this next stop. Why don't you join me to my hotel room?"

I nodded my head and returned the smile, “I would love to."

The monorail stopped a couple minutes later and we both got off. He said his hotel was close to the monorail so it's be a few minutes of walking. He wasn't kidding. The hotel he was staying in was across the street, hard to miss. Especially with how glamorous it looked. Easily a five-star hotel. And it was HUGE. I'm talking “you have to crane your neck all the way back to look at the top and you STILL won't see it" huge.

We entered the hotel, which looked just as lavish inside as it did outside, and took the elevator. (And also hoping no one looked at us too much. I didn't feel like I belonged there with the way I was dressed.) I saw the number of the floor go higher and higher. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought we were going to hit the triple digits. (Thank God I don't have a fear of heights.)

Eventually, the elevator stopped on the 68th floor. I couldn't even think about that before the elevator doors opened and Gor walked out. There weren't that many rooms from the looks of it, at least compared to a floor with standard rooms. We walked until we arrived at the end of the hall, Gor took a key card out of his pocket and went to the door on the left. I heard an unlocking sound from the door and he opened it. As he entered, he held it open for me. I thanked him and looked around the room.

It was absolutely stunning. The walls, furniture, carpet, everything looked pristine. And it was spacious. We entered to the living room which was so well kept that I was afraid to touch anything, let alone sit. The extravagant lamps gave the room a nice hue for me to see every inch of the place and its glory. Gor decided to give me a little tour of his room. Farther in was the bedroom with a bed that almost looked like it was made of marble. Said bedroom even led to a balcony. A balcony big enough to have a couple of seats, some plants (which I didn't know if they were real), and a table. Oh, and it had a fantastic view of the city, of course. The last thing I saw was the restroom and, I have to say, if I had a restroom like this, I would never leave it. It was almost like a public restroom with how big it was, except not public or disgusting. (Though admittedly, does make the sex hotter. I can't explain it, it just does.) The design for it was luxurious and it had a giant shower and a hot tub.

There was no doubt about it, this was a deluxe room.

When we went back to the living room, I sat down on a massive sofa that had a couple of pillows and still looked around a bit. I've never been in a room like this before. It was like I was in another world.

“The life of a salesman sure is extravagant, huh?" I said in an amused tone.

He gave a soft laugh, “The perks of being in a successful company. I often go to many different locations because of my work. And my boss makes sure that I'm comfortable."

“By giving you one of the more expensive rooms? Didn't expect them to be that generous."

“Not all of them are like that, true. But my boss is different. He treats all his employees well. One of the many reasons I love working for this company. Even if I can be exhausted some days."

“But it's worth it, right?"

He chuckled, “Yes, definitely worth it."

He then placed his suitcase beside me and opened it. Inside, I saw a stack of papers on one side that were probably for the shop he was selling to. However, on the other side, there was neatly folded underwear of many kinds. He took them out one by one and divided them along the coffee table that was in front of the sofa. Once he finished taking out all of them, he closed his suitcase and moved it to the floor.

He turned around and smiled, “These are the underwear that we are selling. As you can see, we have created many varieties to accommodate everyone's tastes. All while using the most comfortable fabrics that are long lasting and flexible. Many people are greatly satisfied with our products, we gain more and more consumers every day. And the fabric that we use? Good for the environment! All information about our products can be found on our website."

He truly is a salesman, through and through.

I picked up one of the pieces (which were boxers) and felt the material. And, indeed, it felt incredibly soft and smooth. It almost felt like I was touching a cloud. When I stretched it with my hands, I was shocked to see that it stretched farther than I thought it would. And it didn't even rip. (Considering they were boxers, that was pretty impressive.)

“Wow, you weren't kidding. These feel great."

“Just imagine wearing them. Makes you feel like you're wearing nothing at all!"

I giggled, “Speaking from experience?"

He gave a light laugh and a wink, “Strictly off the record, I'm even wearing them right now. Though I can't say that in a professional setting."

“Would be memorable, though!"

I looked at the other pieces and felt a desire to see myself in all of them. I then noticed that there was a full-length mirror attached to one of the walls. I gave it a thought. With the underwear already there and the mirror just begging for a show, I could use this as the perfect opportunity. Plus, the lighting in the room was great. I could definitely see just how good I look in them. And an even BIGGER plus, Gor can watch. Seeing me wear all the underwear might cause a reaction out of him. That would be nice. MORE than nice.

I just had to convince him.

“I don't suppose I can try them all on right now, huh?"

He blinked in surprise, “Oh, um…."

“It's just, they look and feel REALLY good, and I really want to see how I look in them. I know these are the products you use for sales, but I figured that it would be the perfect opportunity now that I'm here. Sorry if I'm overstepping, but….I just REALLY want to try them."

He placed his hand on his chin as he thought about it. I knew odds are he would decline, but there's nothing wrong with asking. Besides, worst thing that can happen is me apologizing if he says no.

After about a minute, he gave a smile, “Ah, what the hell? Sure, you can do that."

My eyes lit up, “Really?"

He shrugged, “I often have to clean them all by putting them in the washer. Must have them looking and feeling clean and all that. Since I'll be doing that, I don't see what harm it'll do having you wear them. So yes, by all means."

With a smile, I lift myself from the couch.

“Thank you so much! I'll even do like a little runway show for you! Can't have you getting bored while I try them on, right?"

He gave a laugh, “Alright! Show me what you got!"

I wanted to start off slow, not putting all my cards on the table and all that. So I decided to go try the boxers first. I went to the restroom and took off my clothes before putting the boxers on. I won't lie, it felt very foreign to me. The underwear I like to wear have more of a tighter fit, like briefs or jockstraps. (It's also the perfect underwear to compliment my ass. There, I said it.) Having so much space for my body to breathe definitely wasn't something I'm used to. With that said however, they were still pretty comfortable. The fabric felt nice on my skin and I could tell that whoever made this put in effort to make it feel smooth.

I walked out of the restroom and walked “center stage" in front of Gor. His eyebrows rose as he looked at me fully.

“Well, what do you think? Do I look as good as I feel?"

I gave a slow twirl as he continued looking. Once I stopped to look at him again, he answered.

“Yes, the boxers look like they were made for you! Have you modeled before?"

I let out a giggle, “No, but you wouldn't be the first person to ask me that. I do try my best to keep in shape."

“Well, I promise you, you look great! Our product looks like a perfect fit for you!"

I turned to the mirror and gave myself a scan. Yeah, definitely not used to wearing boxers. But the design was cute. As did I, in a “I want to be comfy as I stay home and relax" kind of way. The only real pity is that it doesn't really emphasize my ass all that well. Too baggy.

That's alright, we had other underwear to try on. And thankfully, the rest are more my speed.

I turned to look at Gor and gave him a smile, “Thanks! Though, I think the other ones will look even better on me!"

I grabbed the long johns and headed back to the restroom to change. Once I did, I returned and decided to do some poses for a little more flair.

“Well? What do you think?"

Now we were getting somewhere! Admittedly, I've never worn underwear that cover my thighs (it felt like a corset for my legs), but just like the ones I wear, they make my ass look amazing! Looking myself in the mirror confirmed as much to me. And I made sure to do poses that really complimented my figure.

I was able to see Gor's eyes widen for a bit before he shook it off and cleared his throat.

“Um, they-they look good on you! Really good! Makes the assETS-!" He yelled the last part, catching himself. I giggled as he gave a slight cough. God, that was cute.

“Assets stand out. Yes." He finished.

“Thank you, it really does, doesn't it? Let me try out the rest."

It continued like that; me getting a new piece of underwear, going to the restroom to change, and come back out to give a show. I made sure to go in the order of least to most revealing. Which was definitely influencing Gor. His face would get redder and redder after each piece I've tried and I was 85% certain his bulge was getting bigger every time. He tried to be vocal every time I modeled for him, but he was more focused in trying not to stare at a certain area of my body. (Which the underwear was getting stretched at the most. At least it can hold all this cake.)

Eventually, there were two pieces left. And it was time to test his resolve.

One of the them was a jockstrap. My favorite type of underwear. And the one I was looking forward to wearing in front of Gor. When I picked them up, I looked at the corner of my eye and saw his eyes widen in realization. I didn't give him time to think as I went back to the restroom, changed into them, and came out faster than me coming out of the closet in middle school.

The tone of the room shifted. Once Gor saw my plump ass in all its glory when I (purposefully) did sexy poses, he couldn't look away. His eyes were glued in, looking at them like they were freshly backed loafs of bread. His eyes were opened so wide, I was afraid they were going to pop off and rocket to my cheeks. I also noticed that his bulge _jumped _this time too. Look at that! The percentage went up to 100!

“Now these are more my style! Man, they feel incredible!"

And they really did! Have to say, with all this posing just to get some dick, I'm actually really liking the product. Definitely gonna be buying myself some of these.

I looked to the mirror, making sure my back side was in view, and smirked.

“Even my ass looks amazing in these!"

I then gave one of my cheeks a good slap and wiggled it with my hand.

As I turned to Gor, he looked like he was fighting with himself. His entire body looked tense and was shaking slightly, almost as if he wanted to get up and move (probably towards me). And there was no more hiding that bulge that was desperately trying to pop out of his pants. Would ruin a nice suit, but would look really hot to see.

“Ye-yes, they do look really good with those jocks." He gulped as his eyes continued to stare at them. “Really, REALLY good…"

I smiled as I shake my hips to make my cheeks jiggle, which made them smack together. A groan came out of his lips seeing that.

“You're such a charmer, Gor. Thanks. But we still have one more piece of underwear to try."

Somehow his eyes widened even more, as he knew what was the last underwear left. The g-string, the man-thong, the banana-hammock, you know what I'm talking about. I lifted the g-string and paused to think for a second, then smiled.

“You know, I'm basically showing everything off already. Why don't I just change here?"

I turn around, my back facing Gor, as he let out a gasp. And then I slowly started lowing the jockstrap I was wearing. I made it look like I was in a porn shoot, swaying my hips as the fabric brush down my asscheeks. Well, brushed down is a little inaccurate. More like it squeezed those buns as it slid down, showing just how plump my buns were. Once the jocks got pass my cakes, I continued to lower them until I was bending down and reaching my feet, making sure the orc got a full view of my rear. I heard a sharp breath from behind me and I knew I got him in the ropes. I lifted my legs for the final removal, which made it that my cheeks would separate enough to be able to see my hole. My hole that was clearly hungry and was looking at the hunk of an orc who had just what it needed to get full.

At this point, Gor was breathing very heavily. Kind of hard not to tell. But I couldn't turn around yet. I needed to finish what I started.

I got the g-string and went through the process of putting it on, again, slowly. Everything that Gor saw when I was talking of the jock, he was now seeing again, but this time in reverse. I lifted the underwear as it reached my cheeks and I repeated the swaying of my hips as the string was lifted upwards. While I couldn't see it, I could feel the thin strip go in between my cheeks and disappear inside of them. And when I finished putting it on, I felt said strip contacting my hole. Which made me let out a moan.

I turned to the mirror and, holy fuck, I might as well be naked. The fabric was so thin, you could easily miss it. It's barely able to cover my dick, but if I get hard, there was no way I was hiding it. All that to say, I looked sexy. (A slut is gonna act like a slut is gonna act.)

This might come off as a shock, but I haven't worn any g-strings before. Briefs and jockstraps have always been my go-to. One was great for swimming, and the other was good for physical activity (and also a quick access for an impromptu fucking). So, feeling that fabric touch my hole was definitely new to me. Not unwelcome, though.

I turned my head to look at Gor and, god, he was practically salivating. He easily looked like a little kid in a chocolate factory. Well, besides the tent on his pants. His dick looked about ready to rip through the fabric with how much it was twitching.

He swallowed hard as he tried to compose himself, “Um, are you alright? I heard, well…"

He must have been talking about my moan.

I grinned and looked to the side, “Yeah, it's just that the strip touched my hole, and it felt really good."

I grabbed my buns and started massaging them, hard enough that I was able to separate them for Gor to see the strip between them. My movements also made the g-string move, which made it brush my orifice. I once again let out a moan, though this time a little louder.

A heavy huff released from his lips, “Fuck, you look stunning."

I sighed as I continued my massage, “I hope I look as good as I feel. But it's not enough. The strip is, mmph, only brushing my hole. I need more."

I then separate my cheeks as far apart as I can, making my rectum expand and being big enough for the string to not fully cover it.

Almost hypnotized, Gor got out of the sofa, got to his knees, and came closer to my rear. He lifted his arms but stopped halfway, as if resisting the urge to touch. He looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“Can I help? Please let me help. You look so delicious right now. I-I want to…"

Got him.

“Yes. Please. Make me feel good. I know you can make me feel even better."

With permission granted, Gor lifted his hands once more to grasp my buns with his big, meaty hands. Orc hands were big, but thankfully my ass was big enough for said orcs to get a handful. He started massaging in place of me, but he was a little rougher. (Kind of has to be, I'm a twig compared to this guy.) His breathing grew heavy as he looked and felt my mounds to his heart's content.

He leaned forward after a minute and opened his mouth to take one of my cheeks. I gave a surprised gasp; his mouth was big enough that he got a decent amount of fat. He gave it a big suck, and with a pop, continued as if it was a breast. I groaned from the pressure, I pushed back hoping that he could get more of my cheek inside his mouth. Then I felt a sharp pain that made make a loud gasp. It was a bite.

He quickly separated from me and looked up shyly at me, “Sorry, I-I couldn't resist. It just looked so tasty. I-“

I stopped him mid-sentence, “Hey, it's okay, I liked that. You can do whatever you want with me. Trust me. I'll love whatever you do to me."

His eyes lit up and he gave a soft smile. He returned to looking at the buns in front of him and went for the other neglected cheek, doing the same things he did to the first. This time I was more prepared, but it felt just as good getting sucked and bitten on there. (Bite marks on an asscheek? Hot as fuck!)

Once done, he moved me to the sofa and put me on all fours. He proceeded to spread my cheeks apart, moved the strip from the g-string aside with one of his fingers, and dove his face right in, attacking my crevice with his tongue.

My body jolted up as I cried out a wanton moan. His tongue was so thick and long, savoring my taste as much as he could. From the slurping and smacking sounds coming from the back, it sounded like he was devouring a soup. At first, he was rimming me, but eventually he thrusting his tongue as deep inside me as he could. I felt my walls cling onto that soft tissue that was desperately trying to taste every corner it could. Wanting to feel it deeper, I pushed back on his face while he pushed in, moans of ecstasy looping from my lips.

His entire face was practically covered by my cheeks. I couldn't really tell because I couldn't see from the angle I was in (the downside of rimming) and the mirror that was in the room was not aimed at the sofa. But I did feel his tusks brushing my fat boys every time he licked. Fuck, he was deep in there. No room for even air to get in. But it wasn't uncomfortable, the tusks were much smoother than they looked and it added a pressure that felt more unique and stimulating that other races couldn't do.

Sadly, Gor had to come up for breath eventually. He separated from my opening and inhaled some fresh air loudly. I turned to look at him. Damn, he was holding his breath for a good while. Impressive and hot.

He rubbed my buns again as he recovered, “Wow, you taste AMAZING."

I could only sigh submissively, as I too was recovering from the assault my rear was receiving.

He looked up at me and once again gave me a pleading look, “Can you sit on my face?"

My hole quivered after hearing that. I gave him a nod and we quickly got into position. I hardly moved, just positioned my arms and legs differently so Gor can get between them and beneath me. He laid down on the sofa as I got on top of him, ready to lower my bum to his face. After seeing he was ready, I lifted my upper body and sat down, tongue once more returning to my inner walls.

Shivers went up my spine as I gave another greedy moan. For more stimulation, I jiggled my ass on his face up and down, making my asscheeks smack onto his face cheeks. (Fitting!) He let out a groan of approval while his tongue was still inside me. Taking that approval, I also started rolling my hips, making him feel my fat rear all over his face. His huffing escalated after that, almost sounding like a gorilla.

My moans were getting shameless with how desperate they sounded. I couldn't see his face so I opted for looking at the ceiling and feeling the sensations. Eventually, I looked down to the rest of his body, still fully clothed in that suit of his. The only thing he took off were his shoes when he laid on the sofa (don't know when he did that, but it's not like I was fully paying attention). But that didn't stop the very noticeable bulge that is just begging to be released. Without much thought, I leaned down, unbuckled and unzipped his pants, lifted his Pureign boxer briefs (look at that, he was wearing their underwear), and finally released his aching orc meat.

Oh, he was THICK. Thick enough to probably hurt somebody if it swung hard enough. Good thing I wasn't all the way down because the second it no longer had the underwear holding it back, it shot up fast and hit his stomach. Honestly, not a bad way to go, but I didn't want to leave that green hunk with blue balls. (Is that a saying in orc culture? Research for later.)

I laid on top of Gor for a bit staring at that beautiful green pole. I doubt I weighted anything to him, seeing how big he is, and it was a good way to feel his body. I was able to feel a bit of a stomach on him after feeling him up. We love a chunky boy here though! When I said I like them big, it ranged to everything!

It didn't seem like he noticed I freed his monster; he just kept eating me out without stopping. But the second I lifted his cock and swallowed half of it down my throat, he let out a surprised grunt and stopped.

I grabbed his dick and balls by the base and swallowed more and more of his dick the more I bobbed my head. When I got my nose to touch his sack, I knew I took all of him. (Pity I couldn't smell the sack. Getting a throat full of thick orc cock doesn't make it easy to inhale.) Gor let out a loosened groan and went back to feasting on my buns, leaving both of us to enjoy our meal.

Took some effort for my side though. His log of a dick had some girth, and I had to focus on keeping my mouth open as wide as possible. Sacrifices need to be made if we want the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Though my rainbow leads to a different pot of gold.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was hungry for more and I needed to feel my hole stretched to its limits by this thick as a soda can cock. I raised my head off his meat with a gasp. Like other orc cocks, it tasted divine, but I was on a mission. I then moved my buns off of Gor's face and moved to forward until my rear was on top of his lower region. The sudden separation left him a little dazed and he looked at me with confusion, and then surprise.

“What, what are you-“

I positioned myself so he could see his meat in between my plump buns, giving off a hot dog visual. He froze and stared with a wanting expression. I did a slight grind but made sure his pole was still between my cheeks. In that moment, I felt in control.

“I'm gonna ride you, stud. I'm gonna show my ass taking that thick cock of yours and milking you until your balls can't cum anymore. Do you want that?"

A pleasing look was aimed directly at me and down below. It was very obvious he needed this, after a long tiring day. What better way to relax than a blissful union of vulgar copulation?

He responded soon after, “Yes. I want that."

I smiled and lifted myself up. My opening was right above his cockhead, ready to swallow it whole. I also made sure to grab the string so it wouldn't be in the way. (Riding him while wearing his company's product. That will leave an impression.)

I looked back at his eager looking face, “Good."

And immediately lowered myself as deep as I could go.

I couldn't go all the way down (it felt like I was trying to engulf a basketball), but after a minute, I was able to sit fully on his lap. Dear god, I felt like I was being split open. It felt fantastic. Both of us groaned in satisfaction.

I rode him for a moment, getting my sphincter used to his girth. The second my body felt more pleasure than pain, I put my body through workout mode. I practically started twerking on that dick as if I was in a twerking competition. The jolts coursing through my body were fueling me to continue and making me go crazy.

Since I was facing away from him, I had to turn my head to look at him. Man, he was clinging onto the sofa as if the heavens were trying to lift him up and he didn't want to go. He kept changing from pushing his head back to groan and looking towards where we were joint. From the mesmerizing look he was giving, he was REALLY into it. It helps that I was riding him so hard that my buns were jiggling and clapping rather obscenely. Add to it the cock that was disappearing between them and it's hard for a man to resist.

I held on to his muscular legs while I cried out needfully.

“Oooooh~! You feel so good in me! Aaah! You're stretching me out so much! I love it!"

He couldn't respond back. He looked like he wanted to, but every time he opened his mouth, a groan would come out instead.

He seemed to take orders very easily, so I decided to give them.

“Aaah! Thrust into me! Stretch me wider!"

He looked at me with widened eyes and then looked down again. Without a word, he thrusted up as I went down, making it go deeper.

I let out a scream.

“AAAH! YES! DO IT MORE! FUCK ME DEEP!"

That seemed to have encouraged him because he started thrusting more. I felt so overwhelmed that I had to face forward. All I could see were his legs having bent up so he could thrust into me. I held onto them like bars on a roller coaster. In fact, he pounded me so hard that my erection (which was being held by a prayer) bounced out of the underwear and was flopping around.

The groans from Gor were becoming louder and desperate. Almost as if he was reaching a euphoria he hasn't had in a long time.

“Dear god! This is, uuugh, amazing!"

I suddenly felt a pair of hands grabbing my sides.

“I didn't, haaa, know that I was, missing this! Oh my god! How long has it, nngh, been!?"

I gasped as his thrusts went harder, which led to more of my lustful screams. He went a little too frantic though and his schlong eventually popped out of my hole (it almost sounded like a jar being opened).

We both were catching our breath for a bit after that. Didn't know how hard we were doing it until we stopped, so we decided wordlessly to catch a breather.

I looked in front of me and saw how his legs were dropped onto the sofa. They looked almost boneless with how they were sagging. I also noticed that the sofa's armrest was a few inches away from us.

I crawled forward (which made Gor make a confused grunt), placed my arms on top of it, and leaned down as if I was on all fours. From his point of view, he could only see my legs, my rear, and my now released, sagging dick. But I moved my head to the side and looked behind so he could see me.

I swayed my hips seductively as I gasped, “Do you want more?"

Honestly, you would think my ass was a pendulum with how hypnotized he was looking at it. But he did manage to respond.

“Yes."

“Then come over here and fuck me with everything you got. Make me scream out your name."

Obediently, he moved towards me and kneeled on the cushions of the couch. He grabbed my hips in one hand and lined his dick with the other. As he positioned himself, I felt him poking at my hole and feeling a piece of fabric blocking the entry. The string went back to its place. (Honestly, I forgot that I was still wearing the g-string.)

Gor rubbed the part of the fabric that was covering my hole with his flared head. He looked like he was seeing a beautiful art piece.

“Seeing you wearing my company's underwear while I'm having sex with you…is such a HUGE turn on."

Wow, it even reaches kink levels when it comes to his company. Good to know for the future.

I giggled, “Imagine how hot it will look with me wearing it when it's stained with your cum."

His eyes looked at me with wonder, “W-will it…?"

“Well, my hole will be gaping once you're done with it. All that cum you put inside me will come out like a waterfall and onto the string. You like that image?"

He looked down, then back up at me, and without a word, used his own cock to move the string aside just enough to enter me.

I gave a gasp as he went all in to the hilt. That must have given him the adrenaline to take the initiative. With a satisfied huff, he went back to thrusting, this time hard enough to have my walls feel like they were burning. With how hard he was going at it, I didn't even know if the g-string would survive. (If it does though, then fuck, I DEFINITELY need to buy these.)

“OH FUCK! GOR! YES! FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT! OH MY GOD, JUST LIKE THAT! AAAAAHH!"

The force of those thrusts made me hit the armrest multiple times, enough to probably leave a bruise. But I didn't care. That was a problem for future me (or tomorrow me), I needed to have that thick meat stretch to my limits.

Grunts that could rival an engine start can be heard from Gor's lips, bouncing off the walls. I couldn't tell at that moment what was louder; his grunts, my moans, or the smacking of rough fucking. He held my hips and pulled me towards him as he thrusted forward, really putting his energy into making me feel all of him.

He tightened his hold on me and rubbed my sides, “Oh, god! This feels so good! Oooh!!"

With the way he was holding me, I felt like a sex doll being utterly destroyed. I'm sure I looked like a prostitute with only the underwear I was wearing while he was basically fully clothed giving me a pounding.

I just kept screaming as the addictive burn increased, “YES! YES!! FUCK ME!! FEED ME THAT THICK JUICY COCK!! GIVE ME ALL OF IT!!"

“Uuuugh, I can't, I can't stop! I-I feel, shit!!"

Gor then bent down toward me and placed his entire body in my back, with his face right beside me. He put his hands on the armrest close to where my hands were to keep himself up (and probably to avoid crushing me). His thrusts changed to long, but powerful, leaving only the head and shoving it all in. I felt every single vein of that thick boy rubbing all the right places.

I heard his heavy breathing next to my ear along with mine. We almost started synchronizing. He then turned slightly towards me.

“Please. Can I, can I kiss you?"

I turned to look at his pleading face (seems to be his default expression when he wants something) and, with a smile, dove in to his lips. Our tongues immediately wrapped together with moans mixing from the both of us. His thrusts grew heavier, and with him on top of me, almost feeling like he wanted to shove me inside the sofa.

He retreated from me a little to speak, “Wait, I'm close. I'm gonna-“ I captured his lips again, knowing but not caring what he was gonna say next.

He took the hint and went back to kissing and pounding away. His breathing grew heavier and hips went more berserk until finally, he let out a grunt as he released his load deep inside me. Rope after rope of thick, creamy milk was deposited straight to my stomach. That made me come all over the couch as well with a content sigh and moan. He gave a couple more thrusts and a couple more grunts (with his lips still connected to mine, mind you) before he started to relax and stay still.

Calming down, we exchanged a few more lip locks before Gor lifted himself up. I turned to look at him and he was looking at my rear. He slowly started pulling out, almost painfully slow, but continued looking there. I let out some soft moans.

Once the head came out, my crevice made a squelching sound so filthy, my blood was starting to feel hot from the excitement and embarrassment. But more than that, was the feeling of Gor's cum leaving my body.

It was like a floodgate. My hole was so wide, I couldn't even close it all the way, making all that delicious cream spill out and run down my taint, balls, and g-string and onto the couch. Even the piece of fabric that went back in place couldn't cover my hole to stop the flow. (Granted, the string was very thin so I doubt it would have done anything.) Again, the fact that this underwear was able to withstand all that was impressive. Whatever fabric they used to make these was top notch.

Gor let out a shaky breath as he saw that, “That, has to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

I gave a content sigh back. I'm sure the underwear helped a lot. (Is this guy a workaholic?) But hey, I'm not complaining.

“You like your spunk coming out of my hole like that?"

I saw his body give a light shiver, “God, I-I almost can't believe that what's coming out of there is mine…"

“Believe it, big boy. You just came inside this fat piece of ass."

He let out a breathless laugh with unbelieving eyes, “Wow…"

I giggled and flipped my body over. Making myself comfortable, I laid on my back and placed a pillow (which was squished from our recent actions) behind my head in between me and the armrest. I lifted my legs up and grabbed them, making sure they were as far apart as possible. An eyeful of a plump ass gushing out cum with a string that couldn't do its job was aimed at Gor.

“You wanna come in again?"

His eyes widened and he did an audible gulp. Even this temptation was too much for a salesman.

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The morning sun hit my face and woke me from my slumber. I couldn't really remember when I fell asleep as I was more focused on the pleasure from last night. In that moment though, I felt comfort. It was rare for me to get a good night's rest like that. Might have to do with the sex I had the night prior, but then I noticed a couple of things when I woke up.

Practically half my body was on top of Gor's and my head was on one of Gor's pectorals. They felt like cloud-like pillows. He had an arm wrapped around me too, but his face was facing the ceiling. While I did notice it, I was able to now see his entire naked body. Don't remember what round he finally took off all those layers, but he did, and that's what matters.

He had a pretty nice body. There was definitely muscle on the arms and legs, the only part that had some fat were the pecs and the stomach. He also had some nice chest hair. Talk about a dad bod! Perfect for snuggling and cuddling!

No blanket was covering us so we were both sleeping in our birthday suits. The thought came to mind that people would be able to see us like that with the opened window from other buildings but, as luck would have it, it was only opened enough that only the sun was able to hit my face. No buildings on sight. (At least in an angle that can see inside.)

I slowly got up and felt a wetness on my asscheeks and inner thighs. I looked down and saw that there was still some leftover cum on my skin. And the underwear I was wearing. Not only that but I also saw stains on the bed that were definitely from the sessions we had. I felt bad for the housekeepers (Gor had a LOT of cum stored up) but I'm sure this isn't the WORST they've cleaned up. And, admittedly, it's a little hypocritical of me to feel bad when I tend to do this more often than not. (My night with Sav comes to mind.)

My movement ended up waking up Gor with him letting out a groan and moving his face from side to side. He opened his eyes and looked at my direction.

I gave him a slight smile, “Good morning, handsome."

He let out a huff that sounded like a laugh, “Holy shit, last night actually happened. Oh, and, good morning to you too."

I giggled, it was pretty cute seeing him all flustered like that.

“Yes, it did happen. And I hope it was as good for you as it was for me."

He scoffed as he turned his face away, a blush creeping at his cheeks.

“I felt like I was getting my soul sucked out of my body. In a good way."

“Happy to deliver! Because I'm pretty sure my hole isn't gonna close fully until next month."

He turned back to look at me with a concerned and blushed expression, “Oh. Are you okay?"

I placed me hand on his arm comfortingly, “Don't worry, I'm more than okay. Though, the underwear might be another story."

Yeah, about that. We ended up using a couple more of the other pieces too for our sessions. The jocks (obviously) and the briefs came to mind. And they were equally as stained with cum as the string. The piece I was wearing in that moment was the jockstrap.

I heard a laugh from Gor, “I wouldn't worry too much. They didn't rip or tear. All they got were some stains that can easily be washed off. Thank god I don't have to show them to any potential clients right now. They are in NO condition for that."

“Oh, you're not going back to that company you went to yesterday?"

“Nah, not today. Gives me time to wash up our products. Which, by the way, I'll be needing back. They look fantastic on you, but they are owned by the company."

I laughed a little nervously at that, “Yeah, I'll do that."

“And I'll give you my business card so you can contact me and set an appointment for getting jobs with us."

I stared at him in shock, “Really? Not gonna lie, after what we did, I wasn't expecting you to agree with that."

“Heh, well, sex aside, your work IS pretty good. And better than the last photographers we had. I'm sure my boss will be happy to work with you once he sees your portfolio."

I rubbed his arm and gave him a soft smile, “Thank you. I really appreciate it."

He smiled back, “You're welcome. Now, why don't you go take a shower first? I'm sure we both reek after last night."

I giggled and got up from the bed. The squelching sounds from my cheeks became audible now that there was no more sounds of love making. As I walked to the bathroom, I turned around and gave a teasing grin.

“You could always join me if you want. We can even go one more round."

In all honesty, my ass was definitely sore after taking that log of a cock. But I wasn't gonna say no to another go.

Gor, though, just dropped his head and let out a pained groan, “You know, I wasn't kidding about how my soul felt like it was leaving my body. I can barely move, let alone go again. Don't get me wrong, it was phenomenal, but my entire body has ZERO energy left."

I let out a hearty laugh, “Fair enough. See you in a bit."

Getting in the shower and cleaning myself thoroughly (especially inside), a content sigh escaped me. This turned out better than I thought it would. I'm slowly, but surely, putting my name out there, in both my career and my sex life. Smiling to myself, I wondered what else what else would be thrown my way…