At the end of the corridor, I found a door marked simply "Private Rooms." My heart raced as I pushed it open and stepped inside.
The room was divided into several small rooms, each with its own door. I walked through until I found one that was standing open and unoccupied. I stepped inside and closed the door, realizing the room was small enough that I could touch both sides at the same time. It was painted black from top to bottom and there was a bench against one wall with a small television mounted above it. The other two walls had holes cut in them with smooth metal rings fitted inside to keep them free of snags or splinters. On the bench was a small bowl filled with condoms and lube packets. Clearly they thought of everything here.
For several minutes, I just stood there, watching the empty holes on my side of the wall. I could hear people in the other rooms. The wet sounds and muffled moans sent a renewed stirring to my groin. But nothing came through the holes and I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Maybe I’d picked the wrong room or something.
Just as I was considering whether to stay or explore elsewhere, movement caught my eye. Something was coming through the hole in front of me. I leaned forward, breath catching as I watched an enormous cock push through. It was unlike any I'd seen before. The skin was a deep emerald green with a series of shallow ridges along the shaft and a flared head that was nearly purple. But the most striking part was the thick gold ring pierced through the head, already dripping with pre-cum.
I stared, mesmerized. The cock was massive, easily ten inches long and thicker than my wrist. It twitched slightly, as if beckoning me closer. Without conscious thought, I found myself leaning forward, reaching out to touch it.
The skin was surprisingly soft despite its rigid state, and warm, almost hot, against my fingers. I traced one of the ridges, fascinated by the texture. The cock pulsed in response, a drop of clear fluid dripping from the tip.
Emboldened, I wrapped my hand around the shaft, marveling at how my fingers couldn't quite meet. A low groan came from the other side of the wall, the sound deep and distinctly non-human. The vibration seemed to travel through the massive member and into my palm.
My own cock was fully hard again now, the encounter with Darius forgotten as new desire coursed through me. I wanted to taste this magnificent specimen, to feel those ridges against my tongue, to discover what sort of creature it belonged to.
I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to lick the glistening head. The taste was unexpectedly sweet with an underlying muskiness that made my head swim. The pierced cock twitched again, more fluid leaking from the tip. I lapped at it eagerly, savoring the strange flavor as I worked my tongue around the piercing.
The groans from the other side grew louder as I took the head into my mouth. It stretched my lips wide, almost painfully so, but I was determined to accommodate as much as I could. The gold ring clicked against my teeth as I struggled to take more, managing only the head and perhaps an inch of the shaft before reaching my limit.
I used my hands to work the rest, establishing a rhythm between my mouth and fingers that had the mysterious green cock throbbing with appreciation. My jaw ached from the stretch, but the sounds of pleasure from beyond the wall spurred me on, making my own cock leak.
After a few minutes of this effort, I had to pull back, my jaw cramping in protest. "Sorry," I murmured, not sure if I could be heard. "You're just so big."
A deep, rumbling chuckle came from the other side. "Take your time," a voice responded, the words carrying an accent I couldn't place. "We have all night."
The knowledge that we could communicate added a new dimension to the encounter. I worked my jaw for a moment before asking, "What are you? I've never seen anything like this before."
"Orc," came the simple reply. "First time with one of my kind?"
"First… wellsecondtime with anyone non-human," I admitted, still stroking his impressive length.
Another chuckle. "Lucky me. I'll be gentle... unless you don't want me to be."
The suggestion sent a thrill through me. I renewed my efforts, determined to please this unseen orc despite the challenge his size presented. I focused on the head, swirling my tongue around the piercings while my hands worked the shaft in twisting motions.
The orc responded enthusiastically, his cock pulsing with increasing frequency. I could feel the ridges becoming more pronounced, swelling slightly under my touch. His groans grew louder, more urgent.
"Close," he warned, his voice strained. “Let’s trade places. I don’t want to cum just yet.”
My heart raced as I understood the implication. The orc wanted me to slide my cock through the hole for him to service next. The thought of those powerful orc lips wrapped around me sent a shiver down my spine.
"I'd like that," I managed to say, giving his impressive cock one final lick before pulling away.
I heard movement on the other side as the massive green shaft withdrew. Taking a deep breath, I positioned myself in front of the hole, my cock still rock hard and leaking. I pushed it through, feeling the cool air on the other side before warm, rough hands grasped me.
"Mmm, not bad for a human," the orc rumbled, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.
Then his mouth engulfed me, and I nearly collapsed from the sensation. His tongue was wide and textured in a way completely different from a human's, creating friction patterns that had me gasping. The orc took me to the base in one smooth motion, his throat muscles constricting around my head in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
"Holy shit," I groaned, bracing myself against the wall.
The orc hummed in response, the vibration traveling through my cock and up my spine. His technique was incredible. He was alternating between deep-throating me and focusing on the head with swirling motions of his tongue. Occasionally, I felt the scrape of tusks against my skin, not painful but a thrilling reminder of exactly what species was pleasuring me.
I lost track of time as he worked me over, bringing me repeatedly to the edge before backing off. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he pulled away.
“You… You smell different… taste different,” I heard him say. His hand was still gripped around my cock and I felt him press his face against my cock and balls, inhaling deeply. “Mate…” he growled so low that it nearly shook the walls.
And then he was gone. I could hear rustling on the other side of the wall, then silence. For a moment I thought I’d done something wrong. What did he mean by “mate”? Was that an orc thing? However, I didn’t get long to think about it before my door was suddenly pulled open. And there, towering over me in the dim light, was a seven-foot tall orc with green skin, thick tusks, and that huge cock I could barely get my hands around.
