A nameless tauren druid sat up from his drink, more than a little flushed in the face. He'd been eyeing bar wenches all evening and though he'd not picked one for the sag in his empty gold pouch, he did smile wide when he saw Madam Clitfiddler set up her three girls. "Heh!" he drained his tankard and set it down, tossing a couple of silver down on the bar. "Now there's some fun worth having!" he said.<br/><br/>Wandering over, he had a gander at each girl and picked girl #1; the dwarven red-headed woman. He did have a thing for red-haired women, he thought they were exotic. He didn't need to introduce himself, a challenge was a challenge. Reaching to undo his belt he lifted the hem of his leafy robes and put the girl over an uneven table, squeezing her rump as he did so. Chuffing a little, he used a massive hoof to shove one of her boots aside to spread her legs. He admired the rope-work, the creamy skin and fiery hair. She was clean and silky, and so curvacious!<br/><br/>He mounted with a loud, angry-sounding grunt.<br/><br/>The uneven table-leg thok-THOK-thok-THOK'd against the floor while he savaged her. It might have turned a few heads in the bobbing head tavern. Holding her hips in large, harsh hands he delighted in her flesh, her curvacious hide and womanly depths. His man-sack swung idly while he worked and the occassional ass-slep CRACK'D loudly on the girl's rump.<br/><br/>This went on for ten, perhaps fifteen minutes. If she fought him, he'd simply hold her down over the table with her fiery red hair. He did have large hands to match his large dick. His thrusting grew faster, more desperate. He began to sweat and his abs flexed. He clenched his teeth, lording over the beautiful whore submissive. He grasped her hips tighter and tighter, railing at her with all his tauren might! "It's what you're good for, missy. It'll all you're good for, according to your boss..." he chuckled darkly. "Thank your mistress for me, for the free cunt-use. RRRGH!"<br/><br/>Moaning, smiling, tilting his head back, he reached the very crest of extacy annnnnd---- "AHNNN!" he cried, relieved as his seed poured forth. He hunched over her thrusting two, three, four more times, before resting to revel in the post-orgasm glow. "Hahh... hahh... hahh...." He spread her asscheeks east-and-west to admire her little pucker, thumbing it a bit while her pussy squeezed at his tauren size. He patted her ass a little, smirking in a very delighted-male way. He pulled free with a wide smile, sated, and dropped his robes down.<br/><br/>He looked to madam Clitfiddler to see if he'd passed or failed her little challenge. Either way, he'd gotten his. Heh.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>