Deep in the Dar: the Tavern

Avilane sat on her bed, everything she was allowed to take from the small room that had been her place in her parent's home packed away into the bag at her feet. She stared at the wall in front of her and waited for them to come collect her. She'd run out of ways to distract herself from what came next. She had wanted to put off packing as long as possible, but she was equally eager to ensure nothing was left behind. She ended up doing an overly thorough job of bundling up her life in the early hours of the morning before she left to fill the rest of her day with diversions. She spent the rest of the early morning saying goodbye to old friends. She'd stopped by the baker's shop and grabbed her favorite iced cinnamon cakes for what was going to be the last time in a long while and pretended not to notice when his wife gave her too much change back. She ate her treat as she made her way through the town under the morning sun, finishing just as she reached the cobbler's shop. She went in and grabbed the boots she had requested for him to repair for today. There hadn't really been anything wrong with them, but she wanted them in the best possible shape before she set out on her own. She went back home and traded her simple shoes for her boots, slipping the shoes into her pack before heading out again.

She had one last stop to make before her departure that afternoon. She tried to hurry without looking like she was rushing and made her way to the blacksmiths forge, sneaking in to meet him through the backyard rather than the front door. They were never going to do more than fool around (she really enjoyed the way he filled her mouth and had no interest pursuing anything else with him) but if the miller's daughter ever found out about them meeting up like this, she would throw the biggest tantrum. Which frankly didn't make any sense to Avilane, the silly thing would be the one marrying him in the end if their courtship continued as it had been. If anyone should throw a tantrum it should be her for forever losing access to the most enjoyable cock she'd ever had in her mouth. The other boys' cocks were still fine, don't be mistaken, but this one, it was so much nicer. It made her jaw ache in a delightful way when she had him pressed to the back of her throat. And he tasted so wonderfully of what she could only describe as man, a heady, slightly salty taste that she could not get enough of. It made her run her lips and tongue all over whatever cocks she could, desperate to satisfy her craving.

She'd gotten maybe two steps into the little room behind the main forge before she was dragged further in and pressed to the wall in a corner of the room away from the doors and windows. One hand released her to grab her face and pull her into a rough kiss. Her hands flew to her amorous assailant's arms and began to feel, relaxing as she moved her hands over a familiar set of arms and shoulders. She fumbled with the belt around his hips and let it and his pants drop as she pulled away from him, panting. She dropped into a crouch with her face level to his crotch. She put on hand in his hip to steady herself as she knelt and used her other hand to stroke his cock. "Someone's eager." She said with a kiss to the head as she continued stroking him.

"I didn't know if you'd have time before you left, I didn't want to waste what you do have." He said, leaving back against the wall behind him, lightly working his hand into her hair and tugging her forward gently. A suggestion, more than anything. She resisted it for now, instead limiting the movement of her hand to the base and moving her mouth over the head of his cock. His grip tightened in her hair, letting her control the pace for now. She looked up at him from her place at his feet, her lips wrapped tight around his shaft as she moved. He groaned and pulled her forward, no longer suggesting as he put more of his cock in her hot mouth. She felt herself getting wetter as he pulled and gave in at once, letting him control their pace now, her only thoughts keeping his cock in her mouth and keeping her lips wrapped tight around him.

He started to thrust as he pulled her up and down his shaft, the blunt head of his cock bumping into the back of her throat every now and again as he let go of her hair and grabbed the sides of her face. He slowed his thrusts as he used more force, his cock hitting the back every time now. Her eyes watered as he kept going, tears running down her cheeks at the sensation. She moaned around him as he fucked her mouth and brought her hand up under her skirts to play with her pussy through her panties. He kept going until the tension he was feeling needed a different outlet. He knew this would be the last time this slut could let him fuck her face; he knew she would never come back once she left this tiny town of theirs. There would be someone else in town he could get this from once she left, maybe it would even be his soon to be wife, but it wouldn't be the same. Whoever it is would let him do it but they wouldn't

beg

him to do it. They wouldn't enjoy what he did to them like she did. There was something about her that loved to be used, loved to be abused, craved it even. Something in this girl needed to have a cock to worship and he was jealous of the man who would claim her one day.

'Lucky bastard.' He thought, moving his hands to the back of her head and picking up speed again. The head of his cock was now ramming the back of her throat, Avilane's hands pressed flat to his hips, either to try and hold herself up or hold him back. The thought of the later irritated him, this was the last time he'd get to have this, what was so hard about letting him have what he wanted this one last time? He thrusted harder with that thought, pressing her head closer to him until he felt himself pop into her throat and slide down, the tip of her nose pressed to his pelvis in just a few seconds. He pulled the girl off his cock and grabbed her wrists while she gasped for breath, spinning her around to press her back to the wall.

He held her wrists above her head until her arms were straight and pressed them to the wall in his grip as he put his cock back between her lips and pressed forward again. There was still some resistance, he moved one foot more forward to brace himself and pressed in, feeling that wonderful pop again as he slid back down her throat. Her eyes rolled back and something inside her snapped as an orgasm swept over her. He nearly came himself as he felt her whole body shake between him and the wall. Her hands flexed uselessly where he held them up, reaching for something to ground her as she was overwhelmed. He held himself there with her nose pressed to his pelvis, enjoying the way her throat fluttered around him while she figured herself out again while also figuring out how to breathe like this. It took her a little time; he had to back off a bit for her to breathe before she was able to handle it with her lips at the base of his cock.

Once he felt she had recovered enough, he started to move again. Feeling his cock drag as he pushed it in and out of her throat was one of the best things he'd felt in a while. He kept going at a lazy pace for a long time, long enough that she was able to learn how to breathe easily even with him pressed as deep as he could be. Too soon he felt his end coming, and he pressed himself as far into her as he could as he felt his climax reach him, her nose mashed against his front and her feet kicking as her air was cut off. He poured his load straight down to her stomach and pulled back as soon as he was done to let her breathe again, looking down at her fondly as he rested his softening cock on the blissed-out girl's face while she panted on the floor. He was careful not to leak any of his spend anywhere she couldn't clean easily, keeping it to her face. He moved to hold both her wrists in one hand and used the now free hand to caress her lips, pressing his thumb between them and chuckling when she began to suck.

"Oh, sweet thing, I am going to miss you."

~

He helped her tidy herself and sneak out again unnoticed, before returning to his work never to think of her again, except when reminiscing with the other men about the little slut they wished they could've married and kept.

She made her way back home quickly. There was no point in delaying the inevitable and it wouldn't do for her last time at home to begin with her being late. She managed to beat her parents curfew by a fair margin so she busied herself with tidying the small house. Once everything was back in order, she went to her room again and gave it a once over to make sure she had not missed anything. She hadn't of course and soon found herself sitting and waiting until she heard her father call for her from out front. She grabbed her bag and went outside where he and her mother were waiting. Her mother put the travel cloak she held on her, wrapping it around her and making sure it was fastened right.

"Now, it's only a day and a half between the here and the town where we've got you set up, so you shouldn't be in too bad of shape when you arrive. The man who owns the tavern is a lout but he always pays. That's better than a kindly man that doesn't. They'll train you to work how they want you to, so don't go getting ideas. Part of your wages will be a place to stay, there's shared rooms for the girls that work there, so you won't have to worry about that." Her mother fixed her with an odd look before continuing, "Most places like this expect their girls to service the ones that pay for it, and this is no exception. You may or may not be requested but if you are, you need to do a suitable job. The fee for the service goes to the owner, but any tips go to you and you alone." Here her mother grabbed both her shoulders and looked her in the eyes, "A smart girl can buy her way into a better life or even just better work quickly if she does a good job."

Laney nodded, "I understand Mama. I'll work hard."

Her mother smiled at her sadly, "This is goodbye my dear. You can come back and visit if you like but this isn't your home anymore. It's up to you to make your way from here out, you understand?" She smiled when her girl nodded again and hugged her goodbye. The caravan she would be riding with arrived as she was saying goodbye to her father and she hopped in with her bag and rode away, waving one last time.

They arrived near evening the next day and she gave the driver the second half of the travel fee before making her way to the tavern, getting directions from a guardsman who leered at her. Once she found the building she went inside and asked after the owner, presenting the letter that had been sent to her mother as proof of her new employment. He took her to the employee rooms and showed her to her bed. He then took her measurements with a knotted rope and left to return with what would be her uniform while working. A brown skirt and loose white blouse with an apron over the front. The front of the blouse wasn't closed and was instead meant to be wrapped one side over the other and then secured by the skirt and the apron over top. The last item was a blue ribbon to be worn around her waist until she was no longer being trained and was able to be treated as a full employee, in other worlds, patrons could request her to service them on days she was available. He handed them to her and said, "Get changed and head back out to the front, we'll start you following one of the other girls for now until you get it."

~

She spent a few weeks learning in that way, following the other girls, learning what was expected of her as a serving girl. She also learned the difference between a serving girl and a

servicing

girl. A servicing girl wore a pink ribbon around her neck and didn't wait tables. Instead, she waited for someone to ask use to use her to drain their balls or eat their pussy. On the days she was assigned to observe a servicing girl, she paid special attention to what got customers to tip better and what made them request the same girls over again when they next came in. Soon enough her little blue ribbon was removed, and she was on her own. The first day she wore her pink ribbon she had a request. It wasn't a request to her mind you; it was a command. The only thing about it that was a request was that the customer could choose which available girl they wanted. For the girls, if they asked for you, you serviced them.

She went over to the table she'd been told and quickly went beneath it. She pulled her customers pants open to expose his cock and wrapped her lips around the tip and began to suck. She used both her hands to work his shaft while her lips were at work. He reached down and pulled at her top. The two halves easily slid out from where they were tucked in place under her skirt and apron. They hung open and her heavy tits fell out. She saw how he throbbed at the sight of her melons and pushed them together around his cock, moving them up and down the shaft while she sucked his tip.

Before she'd even had a chance to really get started, he was cumming into her mouth, his cum thick and salty on her tongue. She moved it around her mouth to taste it and swallowed before returning to his cock, cleaning him with long strokes of her tongue before moving to his balls to suck them into her mouth. As she moved between them, laving her tongue over each one as it was in her mouth, she felt him begin to return to hardness above her. Once he was fully erect, she removed the testicle she was playing with from her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She sucked on him for a moment before slowly moving her lips down his cock until he was nestled deep in her throat. He came again with a shout at the feeling of her wrapped tight around him and dropped a pouch with a generous tip under the table as she gulped down his second load.

Her evening continued much the same way, each patron pouring their spend into her stomach, leaving a generous tip and almost no room left in her belly for the staff meal the owner provided. She was invited to his office after everyone was done eating and rewarded for her hard work. He had her strip bare and kneel on his desk. He sat in his chair with her cunt in his face and methodically ate her neglected pussy while she moaned for him and pushed back against his mouth. He kept her there for hours, drinking down her juices every time she came on his tongue and pinching her clit between his meaty fingers. When he was tired of her, he sent her to her bed, and she fell into a deep sleep until she was woken for her next days work.

~

Months passed like this, before long the owner had simply had a pink ribbon sewn to her apron and removed the blouse from her uniform entirely. She spent every day under tables, cocks buried in her throat, or her face buried in a cunt; cum making her belly full at the end of the day.

She was knelt under a table one warm summers day, servicing a druid's cunt. She loved days like this, spent lazily eating a pussy. She could and had spent hours like this, once even her whole shift, eagerly devouring a woman until she was swollen and overstimulated and still going even then, usually because they begged her to. She'd found women tipped sooo well, especially if you made them cum more than once. She was currently working on the Druid's third orgasm. Her clit was so swollen she'd taken to sucking on it like a cock while she slowly fingered her pussy, the druid's tan legs wrapped around her back while she ground her cunt against Avilane's face. "Oo-oh!" The druids voice broke as she moaned, "I-I have a gift-Oh!- a gift for you!" The Druid panted out as she rode the girls face, her fingers tangled in her hair and keeping her pressed tightly to the glistening pussy.

Avilane pulled her mouth off the Druids clit and put two more fingers in her, moving them in and out slowly. "That's sweet, what is it?" She used to try and deny patron gifts but stopped when she saw others accepting things. Why be the only one who wasn't. She took the clit back between her lips and sucked, making the older woman writhe against her face.

She gasped, "It's a blessing, a gift from my kind. You'll be able to take a-any cock, no matter how big, in your throat. No matter what, it'll fit. Consider it a thanks from me. It's been a long time since I've cum like this. I don't know if I'll be able to walk after." She let out a breathy laugh that trailed into another broken moan, her legs tightening over the little whore under the table and her hips canting up to press harder to her lips.

Avilane kept her fingers going as she increased the pressure in her suction, pulling the third orgasm out of her patron with a scream, and drinking her cum down. A strange heat followed the juices down her throat, and she found herself cumming suddenly as well, moaning into the woman's pussy, both the heat and the pleasure that followed a side effect of the blessing settling into her flesh. The day continued, her purse much heavier than before. Weeks passed and she soon forgot her new blessing. Until the day she needed it.

~

On an otherwise normal day she saw her first optional request from a customer. A minotaur had come in and requested service. None of the other girls would even look at the request, walking to their other tables without so much as a glance to the paper on the board.

Naturally Avilane was curious. She peeked into the dining room and quickly located the subject of all the fuss. Once she found him, she looked under the table to see if she could see his cock and

yes, she could.

The beastman didn't wear pants and lucky, lucky her he didn't. The things cock was easily as long as her arm and as thick as a fist with a flared head that promised pain for the unready. She felt a wave of need come over her at the sight of it and couldn't stop herself as she waked to the request board. She stared at the written request for just a moment before she took it down from the board and gave it to the owner. She went over to the table and got right to her knees, much to the surprise of the table's occupant. He'd been expecting to wait longer, that's if his request was even accepted at all. For this tiny thing to be so eager for him... he spread his legs and gripped they table to keep himself in control and not scare her away.

Already she felt herself getting wet, the heavy breathing from above as the customer realized that yes, someone had taken his request, stimulating her with how primal it was. The creatures cock hung out in the open, already hard and insistent in her face. She cradled it in her hands and covered the tip with wet kisses, using her tongue to clean up the liquid already leaking out. She started making her way down the shaft and leaving it covered in her spit, her hands following soon after to stroke the heavy cock. She returned lips to the head, wrapping her mouth around it and working her hands over everything she didn't have in her mouth while she worked her tongue over what she did.

Her pussy was throbbing beneath the table, her own juices coating her thighs and making her slick under her skirt. She felt a large hand cover the top of her head, fingers curling around the back, and pull her forward, more of the massive shaft disappearing between her lips as she was dragged forward. The thing was soon pressed to the entrance to her throat and stopped there. He started to thrust in and out of her mouth, shallow thrusts to move what had fit so far, the flared head of his cock pushing her jaw to its limit every time he drew back. Her hands never stopped, milking his cock into her mouth, her big brown eyes looked up and met his, seemingly begging him to cum in her mouth. His other hand gripped the table so hard it almost broke, his cock throbbed between her lips, and she sucked him harder. She kept her eye contact with him as he reached into his bag and pulled out two sacks and set them on the table above her where she couldn't see.