The Tavern

~The Tavern
Tags: Orc, Elf, Spitroast, Halfling, Human, Bukkake, Centaur, Drow, Yuri, Orgy, Humour
Author's Note: This writing is smutty in nature. If thats not your thing for whatever reason, do literally anything else.

   "Sometimes, the worls made more sense through the bottom of a glass," said the old man to absolutely no-one in particular. He was sitting alone as he looked about the room. Taverns weren't quite like this back in his day, people tended to keep their debauchery behind closed doors in hired rooms. But as the years rolled over, a monumental paradigm shift in mentality happened over his long life: the younger generation quite simply stopped giving a fuck. He saunted over to the barkeep and indicated that he would like" he indicated the propped open double doors that lead to the horses' another drink. The barkeep sighed and gave him another whiskey, "you gotta stop talking to yourself old timer, you're scaring away the clientelle," he pronounced that last word 'clee-aunt-elle'.
The old man gave him a sheepish glare, "haven't you noticed that you and I are the only two fuckers in this whole establishment not getting our dicks wet?"
the barkeep's brow furrowed, "I don't see how that's relevant..."
The old man sighed, "Shall I walk ya through it, ya daft cunt?"
The barkeep opened his mouth to protest, but the old man beat him to the punch.
   "Over here we have an elf getting spit-roasted by a couple of orcs," he indicated 'Exhibit A' with a flourish of the hand. The elf was suitably busty with tits nearly as big as her own head, blonde haired and blue eyes. She had been bent over, resting all her weight on a chair propped up under her arms as she was being pounded hard enough from behind to cause her breasts to bounce violently, the orc's hips thrusting at jackrabbit's pace. Her face wa bright red as she gasped for breath between the powerful thrusts the other orc was ramming down her throat. The two men did everything they could to avoid each other's gaze, trying to muffle their satisfied grunting to avoid making their friendship that much more awkward.
The bartender kept polishing his glass, "that's just a couple of patrons, it's not like everybody's fucking!"
The old man facepalmed, "over there," he gesticulated slowly to emphasise the point, "We have halflings trying not ot drown..." kneeling in the centre of a circle of men were a pair of identical twin halfling women. They were olive-tanned from hours spent under the sun, each diminutive form covered head to toe in freckles. Copper-haired and amber-eyed, the two of them stood out even at only three feet in height. The men in the circle were gathered to plaster the girls in cum, and the two lapped up each squirt off the other's body as their hands played games between the other's thighs.
The barkeep polished his glass harder, his consternation reshaping his face into a fierce scowl, "okay, I get some wild patrons, but so does every pub!"
The old man folded his arms, "does every pub have a drow matriarch monopolising the time of your serving girls?"
The drow matriarch was an impressive sight, even in the throes of passion. Her haphazardly undone clothing was regal and menacing, exuding the brutal power of her station. White-haired, grey-eyed and dusky-skinned, drow stood out everywhere, but this mature dark elf stood out even more with the sheer presence she evoked. Though here in this tavern, she was merely enjoying the company of the three serving girls. the brunette had her face between the matriarch's legs, playing games with her tongue while the blonde was fondling, suckling and kissing her massive breasts. The redhead was sharing passionate kisses with the matriarch as the drow explored her most sacred of temples with a delicate touch and some gentle stroking. Sufficed to say, the matriarch's smile widened with each shuddering moan that issued from the human girl.
The barkeep's polishing was making distinct squeaking noises with each swipe of the cloth, "Well, don't fault me for good customer service. So what, my patrons are enjoying themselves! About the only thing I don't see now that you mention it is other humans, serving girls notwithstanding."
   "No, they're over yonder in the stables you've got on the side here," he indicated the propped open double doors that lead to the horses's lodgings.
   "Why would they be in there?" the barkeep finally relinquished his white-knuckled grip on the glass.
   "Ever seen the willingness of girls around a hunky centaur?"
   "No.
   "Take a look."
As the barkeep leaned over to take a look out the door, he saw a couple of women kneeling under the body of a well-groomed and well-toned centaur man. The raven-haired girl was demonstrating to her auburn-haired friend just how well she could suppress her own gag reflex, taking the entire head of the gigantic horse-cock in her mouth, using both hands to pump the massive member as her friend played with her modest, dainty breasts. Moments later, the centaur let out a loud, gutteral grunt as the raven-haired girl pulled away from his cock, coughing up a flood of cum as the member pumped out more than her mouth could hold. the sticky white fluid oozed over her chin and breasts, her friend leaning in to lap some of it up, straight out of her mouth.
The barkeep was silent for a time as he placed the glass down on the bar, "so you mena to tell me... I'm running a hive of debauchery?"
   "Yep," confirmed the old man
   "Sweet mother of titans getting titty-fucked on the ramparts..."
   "So, what lesson are we taking away from this old friend?"
The barkeep chuffed, "that I've got to charge admission..."
The old man slammed his glass onto the bar, "WRONG FUCK-KNUCKLE, THE LESSON HERE IS THAT I'M STILL WAITING ON THAT FUCKING DRINK!"