The Tavern excitement grows...
Two men approach you, two brothers, both smile intensely at you. They look identical, their faces weatherworn and bronzed from years working the land. One brother is about ten years older than the other though, only recognised by the fact he has more gaps in his yellowing teeth than his sibling. They are slightly shorter than you and look up at you, their eyes dancing across your face that only exaggerates their twitchy nervousness.
"Excuse us miss." The older says, "We have coin." In unison both bring a hand closer to your face, the coins nestling in their palms.
"We want to finger fuck you." He continues.
"Yes, finger fuck you." The second one echoes. They nod at each other before nodding at you, each mirroring the other's actions exactly.
"We like to finger fuck." The elder one eagerly adds.
"Together," the younger one says quickly. "We like to finger fuck together." All the time nodding at each other, then you, intently looking for your approval.
"We only use one finger each miss."
"One finger each."
"Shaven cunt. We have never had a shaven cunt before." The elder declares earnestly.
"Never!" His brother adds insistently.
Both fall silent and finish with a toothy grin, their eyes firmly fixed on yours waiting. You glance at one brother, then the other. You turn to the table of your earlier erotic parade. Two men make way for you to sit on the table. Again, you look at the brothers, both patiently waiting for your answer, neither daring to move. You slowly open your legs as wide as the table permits, sliding forward until your pussy is at the table edge. Your open vulnerable sex, vibrant pink, glistening with your juices, more exposed than ever, extracts approving murmurs and admiring stares as men move closer surrounding you anticipating it is about to be used. You hold out your hand and the brothers gleefully drop the coins into your palm.
They both instantly dip their heads between your legs, so close almost touching you with their noses. Their look intense, surveying what they have just purchased, hesitating to touch you, perhaps scared you are not for real. They look at each other.
"The nicest" the older brother says.
"Nicest!" repeats the younger and then together enthusiastically "Shall we!" With a final flurry of nods, they turn to your pussy. The elder brother delicately touches your lips, sliding the tip of his coarse finger down your wet valley. I see you flinch slightly.
Perhaps you are still sensitive from your recent orgasm, or just fighting the urge to push the grimy digit from you. It is the turn of his sibling who repeats the same gentle stroke that triggers another small shudder. They glance at each other, nod and both instantly prod you with their fingers clumsily jabbing your lips and clit as they try to enter you. Finally, both fingers sink into you. This time you cannot suppress your moans as the brothers randomly and indelicately set about fucking your hole. You lean back on your hands and briefly break from watching the brothers attacking your pussy, to the animated crowd feasting on the fuck action, the majority have their cocks out. You gasp and close your eyes as the haphazard rapid fingering coaxes the beginnings of another orgasm.
You suddenly open your eyes glancing down to your boobs. Two disembodied hands are crudely squeezing your tits, taking advantage of your fuck distraction. You should push them away but I guess your senses are overwhelmed with the frantic harsh fondling and penetration. Soon more hands grope and pull at you. Physically engulfed you can only groan as the different brutish sensations converge in the need for release. The brothers plough you relentlessly, absorbed in their own sexual heaven, your orgasm goes unnoticed. Even the louder cries of climax are barely heard above the clamour of excitement as the tavern ignites with fevered passion. As your blissful escape subsides, you are conscious the molesting and pussy fucking continues. Now you push the hands away.
"I think you have had your fun!" You snap, "Just as well I don't know who was groping me or I would be looking for coin!"
The guilty amongst the throng blush noticeably. Now your attention turns to the brothers who are oblivious to what is going on, who still enjoy pumping your pussy.
"As for you two!" Suddenly the brothers are startled from their trance and stop instantly, a look of shock mirrored on their faces. "Your coin has run out!" With that they pull their fingers from you and slink back into the quietening mass.
I do try to stay level headed but even I am drawn into the growing erotic zeal to the point I find I am baying for more like everyone else; I am that turned on. I am equally lost in the fervour of your sexual spectacle. My hunger to have you, to own you, to treat like a proper whore grows with the increasing electric excitement within the tavern.
Your forceful closure to the sexual exuberance has stifled the potent enthusiasm for the moment. With the majority of the men shooting their load, there is an approving calm that has taken the heat out of the sexual vigour enjoyed so far. I know it will not last, but also know this is not the time to buy your favour. Incurring their anger and jealously by stealing you so soon is not ideal. I have an idea on how the new tavern favourite can entertain them and they can enjoy you before coin talks and I take my pleasure and fuck rites. I rise from the bench and walk towards you. This is the first time since your arrival in the tavern that I talk to you.
"I'm sure there are those amongst us who have coin to finger fuck you, but not everyone can enjoy the pleasures you clearly have." There is a murmur of agreement. I pause and ponder a solution before continuing, "So why don't you show everyone what a whore of your class can offer?" There is louder acknowledgement
With hands on hips you take a step towards me and stare unblinking at me "What do you suggest?"
I hesitate for a moment, "A show."
"A show?" you question. "What sort of show?"
I lean towards you and stare intensely, "A show for us to see just how much you want to be fucked. Show us what you really enjoy."
You look disapprovingly at me, "It's not free who's going to pay?"
I sneer at you, "You know I really want to know what sort of fuck you are." Hoping I am successfully hiding my previous guilty carnal knowledge of you. I had secreted some coins from the velvet purse that carries our 'barter'. I do not want to give any indication of the amount of money I have, not yet anyway. I lob some coins onto the table. Some of the tarts squeal staring longingly at the shiny riches. They would willingly let me do anything l want for this sum.
"It will be my pleasure." I add finally. You stare at me for what seems an age, then turn to the coins, before reaching to pick them up. There is a boisterous roar from the tavern as the frenzy of anticipation is instantly re-ignited.
You walk to the central long table, an excellent stage for your erotic spectacle. Two farmhands help you onto the table. Flagons of ale are instantly removed to give you space. Those seated beneath you smile feverishly knowing they have the most enviable seats. Soon any vacant space on the floor is filled with your enthusiastic audience, the eager hum of expectation adding to the atmosphere. A few men remain seated away from the throng, those I know well are amongst them. They talk huddled, occasionally gesturing towards me. Their suspicious glances make me uneasy. Fortunately, that distraction is eclipsed as you settle onto the table, one leg propped exposing lush pink lips. You lean back resting on both hands, ensuring that me and the men have a good view of what we all desire. Still as a statue, eyes closed, you wait until the ravenous chatter subsides. You finally open your eyes looking at one of the farmhands who had helped you onto the table.
"Blow out the candle and pass it to me."
The lad gladly stretches to grasp the candle, pulls it free from the holder and blows it out, a puff of white smoke drifts from the white pole. Taking it from him you look admiringly at your waxy friend.
You bring it to your mouth, and lick the cylinder seductively, flicking along its length, initially staring at me. Your eyes suddenly turn from mine to look at Horse. Pushing to the front of the crowd, cock in hand and wanking furiously, he seems to be the impulse for you to draw the candle fully into your mouth. I do not know if you are deliberately teasing me or even want to anger me, but my desire to have my cock in you has just intensified.
You suck the candle sensuously. If your wax partner could get harder, your slutty suck action can make it happen. Your tongue slides around it before you push it deeper into your mouth, and rhythmically slide it in and out of your mouth. I briefly gaze at the assemble who are utterly transfixed by your mouth caressing the candle. All have had blowjobs from the whores I am sure, but none have had their cocks so seductively teased and enjoyed as that candle! You move the waxy shaft in and out of your mouth quicker. I follow your gaze to Horse who is pounding his cock faster, his thin grunts signalling his climax is near.
His eyes fix on yours, his expression of desperation grows as your speed of sucking mirrors Horse's rapid wank, until with a groan he fires a creamy rope of come that splatters across your tits. You gasp at the unexpected invasion of sex juice but watch as Horse continues to dispense copious amounts of spunk, its trails on your corset, the table and finally the floor as an exhausted young stable lad is finally spent.
There is a hum of appreciation amongst the engrossed crowd. Your candle action coinciding with Horse's come spectacle, gives the illusion you are actually sucking him off. His glistening seed glued to your breasts only strengthens this erotic image.
The noise drops though the atmosphere is electric. You slide the candle from your mouth and down to your tits, rolling the shimmering shaft across your nipples. You look at the hungry mob as you move the white object down to your thigh. You open your legs wider as you turn it along your inner thigh until it rests between you. You move to give the men a better view. With your other hand you use your fingers to push your lips apart. Your hole is gloriously lush and pink. We all hold our breath as we watch your turn the candle towards your open sex. Pressed against you, you gasp as the blessed candle slowly penetrates you.
Leaning back on one hand you thrust the phallus deep into your vagina. You fuck yourself with the cock with the same vigour as you sucked it. The tavern is in awe of the blatant greed and enjoyment you express fucking yourself.
"Fuck the wench really wants cock."
