Fixing my hole

[Inspired by this publication.]

Orc x fem!human and Ogre x fem!human || Sharing is caring, humiliation, breeding

“Do you like her, man?” You hear your husband ask the ogre who is fixing your washing machine. You are walking around the kitchen rearranging stuff and smirk as you hear him ask that.

The ogre stutters, coughing as he chokes out: “I don’t know what you are talking about, sir.” His face is flushed a deep gray, making you want so coo at him. How cute. Big scary monsters being flustered is such a nice thing to see, especially if it’s because of you.

Your husband is not having any of that, though. “My wife, do you like her?” He asks more precisely. You bite back a smile as the ogre gets even more flustered and your husband smirks. Your body fills with anticipation as you rub your thighs together, heat building inside of you at the thought of fucking an ogre. You’ve never done it with an ogre… bet they have a huge cock.

“I- That would be improper.” He says, looking back at the washing machine, trying to ignore the clear awkwardness your husband created. Always such a jackass with everyone… You love him for it.

He doesn’t care about how flustered or awkward the ogre is feeling. “Why would it be?” He presses.

You take pity on the poor ogre. “Stop annoying the repairman, he’s just doing his work.” You stop next to your husband and kiss his green cheek, caressing the back of his head as you do so.

He turns and claims your mouth in a hot kiss that has you panting. When you break apart, he just says: “he wants to fuck you, darling, and well… Maybe I want him to fuck you, too?” He’s hesitant about your response, but when you nod shortly, he smiles brightly and kisses you again.

The repair man breaks the moment asking: “You do?” The repairman is looking at your husband like he just grew a second head. You get that, not everyone is ready for a sharing experience in a marriage like yours. “Wha- what?” He’s so confused you can’t stop yourself from cooing at him.

“Don’t worry, you can say no if you want, we won’t be offended,” you assure him.

It’s your turn to be stared at like you are a weirdo. “What?” His confusion is still really cute and you smile at him, reassuringly. “Are you for real?” He asks again, you giggle as your husband grunts.

“Yeah, sure. She enjoys being fucked, and I enjoy giving her everything she needs. Her pussy is exceptional.”

“I- This can’t be true,” he whispers under his breath, making you are your husband chuckle.

“It is very true. Show him, darling.” You smirk at him as you take your dress off, leaving you in just some tiny lace panties he insisted on you wearing this morning. Now you know why he wanted you to wear those. Pervert. The repair man gasps and his eyes travel instantly to your full breasts. He licks his lips, and your husband laughs loudly. “They are great, aren’t they? You can touch them if you want.” The way he talks about you like you are not even there makes you want to squirm, your pussy getting wet.

The ogre doesn’t need a second before he’s leaving his tools over the counter and approaching your almost naked form, his big hands swallowing your tits instantly. He groans as he squeezes them, pinching your nipples and moving them like they are his favorite toy. You smile at him, heat pooling in your lower abdomen.

“Come on, suck her nipples, she loves that.” Your husband’s command is answered instantly as the ogre bends down and sucks eagerly on your nipple. You groan, arching your back. “Put her on the counter, you are going to throw your back bent like that,” he says with a laugh. You see him sitting down on a chair, looking at you two intently. The ogre grabs you by the waist and hauls your body to the high counter. He drives right in for your boobs, opening your legs to get closer to you.

“Touch her legs… Yeah, like that.” His hands are running up and down and your back is arched, trying to get closer to him. Your husband’s eyes are burning over your body. “She loves to be played with before the main course, don’t you honey?” You moan a short yes as the ogre kisses your neck and pinches your nipple. “Touch her pretty pussy, let’s see how wet she is.”

“Goddess, she’s dripping.” The ogre says, a spark of wonder in his tone.

“Of course she is, she’s a perverted human, aren’t you?” You don’t answer, but he’s not having any of that, and you know it. “Words, honey,” he insists.

You swallow around the knot in your throat and let out a soft: “Ye- Yes. I’m a perverted human.” The embarrassment of the words just make your pussy tingle even more.

“My mate-whore, such a good little pervert. Bend her over the table, I want her to be looking at me when you fuck her from behind.” The ogre groans at your husband’s words and does exactly that.

You are spread face down on the table when the ogre pulls your hair to have you looking at your husband. He’s stroking himself and that makes you moan, he’s so fucking hot. His dick is so big and so wonderful, you can’t wait to have him fuck you later. You are too focused on your husband, when the ogre behind you pushes a finger inside, you open your mouth in a silent scream. Your husband smirks.

“Add another, she can take it.” He does, he rubs your clit with his thumb as two fingers enter you, finger fucking you into a mess. “That’s enough, fuck her.” The command sends shivers down your back.

“Are you- Are you sure?” The ogre asks, his voice breaking when you moan again at a particularly good thrust of his fingers.

“Yes,” you both say at the same time. Your husband chuckles, and you have to bite your lips when you feel the big tip of the ogre’s cock against your entrance. Fuck. He’s so big. That feels huge.

“Is he too big, honey? Do you want him to stop?” He doesn’t wait for a response. “Nah, of course you don’t. You like being impaled on dicks and being fucked until you don’t know your own name.” Your husband’s words make you wetter, which helps the slow drag of the ogre’s shaft inside of you.

When he’s fully inside, your husband grunts his agreement, and there’s some kind of silent conversation between them, you don’t know what they are saying, but a couple seconds later, the ogre is fucking you. He fucks you carelessly, fast and hard and pulling at your hair a bit too harshly. But the looks of your husband over your bouncing breasts and the way the ogre’s balls keep hitting your clit are making you see stars.

It’s messy and desperate and savage, and you love it. The combination of sounds from everyone in the room plus the way you are losing your mind is adding to the pleasure of the moment. You look at your husband when you feel the orgasm approaching and his knowing smirk and the wink he sends your way is what sends you over the edge. You scream and shake, and your husband smiles at you with such tenderness...

The moment is broken by the ogre short: “I- I’m about to-”

“Not inside!” Your husband growls at him. He pulls out and cums all over your ass. You groan at the feeling, your pussy gaping. “You can go now, thank you for fixing the washing machine. Already sent you the money. Bye.” Your husband dismisses him as you look at him with pleading eyes. He gets you instantly, getting up and approaching you. You don’t even see the ogre leaving, but you hear the front door closing as your husband covers your back with his body. “You did so good. Such a good wife for me, so pretty and so hot.” His compliments are making you hot and bothered all over again. You need more. You need him.

“Fuck me, please…” Your voice is hoarse and deep, an edge of fire under it.

He coos at you. “As you wish, honey.”

That’s all heads up you get before he’s thrusting inside of you in one fast stroke. He hits deep within and starts fucking you hard and fast, pushing your head against the table. You can’t do more than chant a chorus of ah ah ah every time he hits your G-spot perfectly. If there was a g-spot finder competition, he would get the medal. Your brain completely disconnected with the rest of your body, you are just a doll for him to fuck. And you love it.

“I’m going to breed you so much you are gonna be dripping for hours.” You groan at his words, the image so good your pussy clenches around him. He grunts and keeps talking. “You like that, don’t you? You love to have your pussy played with, bred until you are just my pretty cum-dump.” You barely listen to that last part before you are falling apart under his punishing pace. “That’s it, cum for me.” He slaps your ass, and that only propels you further, higher. Your orgasm so good you scream at the top of your lungs. “Such a good pussy, such a good wife…” You feel it then, his thrusts lose his pace and he starts to grunt heavily, his cum hitting deep inside of you two seconds later.

“I love you,” you whisper.

He kisses the back of your neck, his tusks caressing your skin. “I love you, too, honey. Let me get my legs back into this dimension and I’ll run us a bath.” What can you say? Your orc husband is just the best.