Pirate’s Port – starring Syx
Syx grit her teeth and gripped the edge of the filthy mattress as her body was rocked forward again. She felt him bottom out, her cunt stretching to accommodate the bulbous head and thick, rock hard length of his shaft. She barely managed to catch a quick gasp of air before he had pulled back and slammed into her once more causing her to grunt out loudly. She lost her handhold, spilling forward, her huge breasts pillowing out from the sides of her body as she moaned through another body shaking shove from the fat brute behind her.
“Get your ass back here ya slant slut!” the smelly sailor barked using the derogatory term for Elf, demeaning her even further. His heavy calloused hands gripped the belt and leather skirt that was pushed up around her waist tightly. Using it as makeshift handles he yanked her back forcefully impaling the struggling whore once again on his massive cock. A stifled squeak escaped her lips as her pussy met and gripped the base of his length.
Syx pushed herself back to all fours and her head shook back and forth in time to his thrusting, grunting in her throat with each pump. She could feel his sweaty belly banging against her ass with each powerful thrust while below her, his large hairy balls swung forward, smacking against her engorged clit as he continued his aggressive fucking.
“Holy shit that’s a tight pussy. Are all you slants this tight, bitch?” he asked rhetorically, sliding one hand up to grip her shoulder using the leverage to brutally ram his dick into her again.
“Yeah, look at ‘im go! That’s what I’m talking about!” one of the other men in the room jeered. “Fuck that elf bitch good, Belcer!””
Syx cracked her eyes open and immediately regretted it. Stepping forward was another of the disgusting johns who had “hired” her for the night. He was covered with tattoos and she saw, through blurred eyes, him reach a hand forward to grip her pony tail. With a sharp tug he pulled her head upward causing her to groan as her face slid over his large cock. He held her head up even as his fat friend continued to pump away at her tight hole from behind. Griping his dick in one hand he ran it across her cheek and over her mouth. Syx could taste his bitter pre-cum, felt the stickiness of it as he smeared his cockhead on her lips.
“Come on, girl. Open that mouth. I never fucked an elf throat before!” He emphasized his need with another sharp tug on her hair. Syx heard laughter from the corner of the room and her eyes darted to the other 2 “men” waiting to take their turn with her. She moaned with resignation and parted her lips slightly .
Rickard hadn’t had any business deals for her this evening and so had given Syx the night off, which actually meant, he sent her out onto the street to make him some quick cash by prostituting herself. The evening hadn’t been too bad at first. She had avoided most of the more slovenly looking degenerates staggering from the taverns, managing to get away with sucking off a few guys an alley, a quickie with a barrel chested warrior who had simply bent her over a crate and pumped her pussy for a few minutes , dumping his load in her and then stalking off into darkness, and a ten minute tit-job to a extremely drunk dwarf. She had almost made it to the midnight hour when she was cornered by a group of sailors who had just made port. By the look of them , however, Syx figured they were most likely pirates instead of the merchant sailors they claimed to be.
They had approached whistling and making lewd motions but Syx had managed to deflect their questions and comments regarding sex, cutting them off midsentence and talking over them loudly. She quickly tried to quote them a ridiculous price to dissuade their advances. They had immediately called her a “crazy bitch” and very nearly stormed away in a huff shouting obscenities, but, as her luck would have it, at the last second before disappearing onto the city street, one of them had turned around and simply said “Come on, slant. Let us fuck you.”
And that was enough. Her damned cursed manacles had taken over and she was forced to comply. She simply sighed and motioned for them to follow her to the dingy room she had rented for the night. Syx had still managed to get them to agree to paying for her services, although at a much reduced rate , even though the curse would make her perform however they wished. Thankfully, they didn’t know that. They simply figured they had somehow managed to convince her to drop her price, otherwise, they would not only be fucking her for free but she would then have to deal with Rickard for not making any decent coin.
Before the door was even fully closed one of them had reached over and pulled her top down exposing her massive blue hued breasts to the cool air. Another had stepped forward and unceremoniously run his fingers over her boot and fishnet clad thighs, under her short black leather skirt and, pulling her thin, silky thong aside, had wriggled two large fingers into her still dry pussy. Syx had gasped loudly and tried to push him backward but he had her hooked like a fish and lifted her slightly by her cunt, forcing her to go to her tip toes and grab his shoulders for support as her high heeled boots caused her to almost topple over.
The rest of them laughed as the sailor bounced her pussy in his hand and she finally started to lubricate. Pulling out of her with a wet sucking sound the four of them had then pushed her to her knees as they continued tugging off their foul, sweat stained clothing. Three of them were human. The first was an extremely overweight slob with a flat nose, missing teeth and a thick meaty cock. The next two were large, ugly brutes with bulging corded muscles. One was covered with tattoos while the other had crisscrossing scars over his torso and upper arms. Both sported dicks of almost the exact same size, long and dirty looking. The only difference being a black tattoo that wrapped around one of them.
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