Sexual Warlord

There's a ho in every man's life that is a plain out balls to the wall booty call. Mine is someone I've known for a long time, someone I know I can call to me and she'll just fuck my brains out before giving a wave and a smile and escorting herself out the door.

Her name is Uzuri, and she is a wicked-ripped orclette. She is also a dirty slut who has the hots for me so bad that she goes cross-eyed. Many times she's come into Grommash Hold and danced in front of me while I'm standing in front of my throne. The girl is nuts for me. She's a freak and a nympho. It's great.

So after a few days of having Grusle stroke me into an orgasmic frenzy, I decided that I would call my reliable fuck into my chambers and just get down and dirty the old fashioned way. I knew I wouldn't have to wait long; she'd left me a note that she would be in Orgrimmar for a while after a long trip in Feralas and Tanaris, and I had my personal courier deliver her a letter outlining my wishes.

There is one thing about Orc women that not many people know. They are absolute freaks in the sack. They're built like brick shit-houses. It's fuckin' awesome.

She showed up right on time in loose purple robes fresh out of Zul'Farrak, matching bracers from the same place, and a belt straight out of Maraudon. Lookin' hot and she knew it. Goddamn, that girl has some ass to her, too. Just amazing.

I already knew I wanted to fuck that pussy, and she knew it too. We wasted no time in stripping ourselves and each other, our hands all over one another. I was grabbing tits and ass and she was grabbing cock and ass and we were all over one another. It was amazing, just what I needed. I shoved her back onto the bed and started talking dirty to her. It always excites her when I call her a filthy bitch or a dirty slut. She knows it's true, and I know she's just a dirty fuck. There are no pretenses between us.

Or so that's what I thought. Even my most favorite booty call was about to turn sour.

I shoved my cock deep into her pussy, riding her hard like the animal she is. I know that's how she likes it. I was hard and thick, ready to explode. She was screaming and moaning encouragements and then laid me flat with one phrase. "Fuck me harder, Thrall, I want to have your little orc-baby!"

My cock shrivelled instantly. She didn't seem to realize what she'd said, instead she rolled so she was on top. I love it when she's on top. But I didn't want this, not after what she'd said. But the bitch wasn't giving up, and I wasn't sure what to do aside from throwing her off of me. She started slapping me across the face, "Who's your daddy, bitch?!" I'd never seen this side of her and I felt violated and slightly frightened. I tried to go to my happy place until she was finished but then she started ripping at my nipples and scratching my impressive pectorals. I finally had had enough, and shouted for her to get off of me. I hefted her off and tossed her across the room. The guards were soon in coming and she was escorted out of Orgrimmar. I didn't want anything done to her, but I was through.

Crazy bitch.