Life in the small village of Torvos was the same as any other serfdom within the kingdom of Lamerias. Farmers toiled in the fields throughout the spring and summer before harvesting and selling, then paying their taxes which often came to the vast majority of their income. It left very little for savings, and most of the peasants of these small villages were only one bad harvest away from becoming destitute.
This was exactly what happened to the young couple of Arkish and Titania when their farm was set upon by a late summer storm that whipped out the majority of their crops. The two were devastated as they now barely had enough to feed themselves for the winter with only a small amount to take to market in hopes of paying their yearly taxes on time.
The two resigned themselves and made their way into the nearby city, where Arkish would take their small surplus to the local Lord's buyers in hopes that the price of grain was high enough for them to survive until the next planting season, while Titania wondered about the city as it was one of the only times she herself got the chance to gaze at and long after the fineries of the upper class citizens who made enough to live in such luxury.
Her dirty pale feet padded their way down the cobblestone roads as she gazed at the mannequins in the storefront windows. She stopped for a moment to stare at one of the dresses in the window using her reflection to imagine herself in the beautiful dark green dress instead of the faded and worn green dress that currently adorned her voluptuous figure. The shallow neckline would surely show off more of her incredible cleavage but the sleeveless nature of the dress would make summer days working in the her poorly insulated house much more bearable. Her eyes trailed down to the matching leather sandals with silver inlays on the straps. She could imagine how much her sore feet could relax if she had them as a barrier between her and the rough unsanded floor of their small hovel.
"Admiring the merchandise?" A charismatic voice spoke from next to her.
Titania jumped slightly causing her enormous chest to jiggle in the thin unsupportive fabric that held it. "Sorry I was just looking." She said with a bit of embarrassment at having gotten caught in her daydreaming.
The man's frosty blue eyes scanned over the brunette woman's figure, noting the smaller waist, wide breeding hips and her most noticeable feature in her ripe watermelon sized breasts. He also took note of her bare feet which looked uncomfortable against the hard cobblestones of the city streets. "I bet those sandals would look lovely on you."
"Oh, there's no way I could afford those." She replied waving her hands slightly. "The storm this summer wiped out a lot of our crops so we don't have money for new clothing this year."
The man inwardly smirked at the naïve woman's explanation. She'd unintentionally given him an opening to have a little fun with her. "Well, I'm sure we can use alternative forms of payment."
"Alternative payment?" Titania said, tilting her head in slight confusion.
"Oh yes there are many forms of payment madam. Here come into my shop and I'm sure we can find you some sandals that fit within your alternative budget." He said ushering her inside.
Titania shuttered slightly with the soles of her feet first touched the cold marble floors of the store's inside. Truthfully, it was first time she'd ever even dared to set foot in one of the cities stores as in her four years of marriage her and her husband had never had the money for such luxuries. However, it seemed those of upper classes had other ways of paying that she might be able to take advantage of to secure some small luxuries for her and her husband.
The man moved to the back room of the store and returned with a pair of simple leather sandals. "These normally cost three silvers." He said making the sandals that he normally sold for a third the price seam more expensive to sell the woman on the idea. "Alternatively, you could show me your breasts and let me fondle them for thirty seconds."
Titania was shocked that the man wanted to trade the sandals merely to hold her breasts. She thought it a bit inappropriate, but the man was kind enough to teach her how the higher class did business and paid for things without coin.
Reaching up, she slowly untied the laces of her neckline, loosening it enough to lower the sleeves of her dress down her arms. Reaching into the now lowered neckline, she pulled out each of her heavy breasts, letting them jiggle as they left her delicate fingers. Her large tankard base sized nipples stiffening in the cool air of the stone built shop.
The shop owner licked his lips slightly as he reached his pudgy fingers out and closed them around her breasts. His thumbs grazed themselves over her nipples as her immense tit flesh spilled out from between his fat digits.
Titania bit her lip to avoid letting out at moan as she didn't want to be rude and interrupt the man while he was exacting his payment, though she found it increasingly hard as his soft sausage like fingers explored the stiffened edges of her nipples.
The man took his time and decided to stir up a bit of conversation to distract the woman and get a bit more time to fondle her breasts. "You said your husband is a farmer madam?"
"Yes, he's a grain farmer." She replied, panting slightly from trying to hold back her stimulation.
"I'm sure he could use some new equipment." It was true that they hadn't planted as much as they could have due to the poor condition of her husband's tools. They needed polish and sharpening, but the couple couldn't afford the supplies.
"Yes." She said trying to keep her answers short as he continued to paw at her breasts.
"Well, if you allowed me to use my mouth on your breasts, I could give you some of the spare supplies I have for caring for my personal tools. While a merchant by trade, I dabble in jewelry making. The care tools are similar to farm care tools but on a smaller scale."
Titania's face brightened slightly at the idea of surprising her husband with a new care kit for his tools. "That sounds like an amazing deal." She said as she lifted one of her breasts to the short man's lips.
The shop owner eagerly accepted the tit and began sucking on it like a fresh pup. She couldn't help but think it was kind of cute. It almost made her wish the few times her husband had the energy to attempt to impregnate her had taken so that she could give the hungry pup in front of her some milk.
