"What good is a cock whore if she can't even cum on a cock?!"
She lie on the tall grass beside the creek hearing the words of her master over and over. Her long grey cotton kirtle was bunched up around her hips, the bodice splayed open to reveal her creamy white breasts. She pinched and pulled at her nipples as her masters words reverberated in her head.
"Your master likes to feel the squeeze of a cunt around his cock. Is yours so overused it is incapable of the action?"
She bent her knees and spread her legs wide. The air on her nether lips was cool. She could feel she was wet. She was always wet. Even the thought of cock made her drip. She ran her fingers through her wet slit.
"I should have known when that worthless mongrel Gephardt sold you for so little coin that you were broken."
Two fingers dove into her moist heat and quickly withdrew. Aided by her own juices she fingered the engorged hood of her clit. She whimpered as her other hand continued to abuse her nipples to the point of pain.
"I bet that snatch of yours would not come for any man. You are incapable I say."
She twisted and pinched her nipples harder as the fingers of her other hand slapped quickly against her ever swelling clit.
"If you do not cum on my cock this instant I shall sell you come feast day. I promise you that."
The slapping against her clit became harder. She winced at her own ministrations as she felt that pull deep within her. Then as her fingers viciously twisted her reddened nipple she fell over the edge. She screamed, the orgasm so intense it arched her back. She fell to the earth exhausted as she heard the final words from her master.
"You are worthless. Not even good enough to be called a cock whore."
****
Cyprian hadn't meant to watch. He had been on the hunt for lunch when he came across the female. He'd never seen her in the village, and his curiosity about her origins had him following her deeper into the woods.
He had been in his wolf form, so he was not afraid of her hearing him as he padded along behind her. He had stayed close enough that he could see her face and watch her form, but far enough away that he would not frighten her if she did happen to see a wolf stalking the woods.
She was an enchanting creature. A girl of no more than one and twenty. As she continued, he had watched her form move in the oversized shapeless grey kirtle. She had a rounded face with gentle grey eyes and a pleasantly plump mouth. Her long black hair fell in soft curves, coming to rest above a generously rounded ass. Even in the shapeless kirtle he could tell she was neither thin nor obese, but pleasantly curved in all the appropriate spots. Her breasts were perhaps overly large, and bounced along with her steps.
As they had continued through the woods, he watched her hips sway back and forth as her breasts jiggled. He had felt himself grow hard. His member had bounced against his underbelly with each step and his blood boiled for a good hard fuck. He pictured himself grabbing the female and taking her in the forest. He had stopped to shake his head to stop his wayward thoughts when she stopped.
He watched as she had lain down beside the creek. She looked sad, and forlorn. Such a look on this marvelous creature had made him curious so he had moved to the other side of the creek and lay in the cool grass, his muzzle resting upon his front paws.
No sooner had he settled than he saw her pull the skirts of her kirtle up. She had been bare below and he raised his muzzle to catch her scent. He had wanted to howl as he caught her sweet scent of vanilla and the heady scent of her musk. She had been wet. He could see the sun glistening off the moisture of her soft folds.
His already swollen cock had jumped and lengthened. He pushed his hips toward the ground rubbing his member along the cool grass.
She had then pulled open the bodice of her kirtle and began yanking on her nipples. Twisting them, pulling, and pinching. He had suppressed a growl as he watched her purposefully cause herself pain. Then the air had grown thicker with her scent and he realized her painful ministrations were causing her pleasure.
Oh how he had wished he could change into his human form and drive himself deep into her wet slit. He had continued to rock his hips into the cool grass, his cock lengthening and swelling more than he thought possible.
He had closed his eyes to suppress a groan when he heard a wet slapping sound. He had opened his eyes just in time to see her slapping at her wet pussy then arching into the air and letting out a long scream of pleasure.
He had come hard against the cool earth, his cock jetting spurt after spurt of thick cum. By the goddess he had not come like that since he was a pup. It had been a bit embarrassing.
He had forced himself still as the girl lie motionless once again. Then he watched as tears streamed from the girls eyes. He watched for a moment then had started to rise, feeling the need to comfort her. Then her head had turn to the side and her gaze locked with his. She had given him a slow sad smile then stood to leave.
**** The walk back into town was arduous. She could think only of her failures and the fact that she would be sold yet again on feast day. It wasn't something new. Since her father had first sold her as a house slave on her eighth birthday, she had been sold 23 times.
Being a house slave had been tedious. She hated cleaning other people's messes. So on her woman's day or 18 birthday (when all Dallians, even slaves, reach womanhood) she had sucked the cock of her master's son. Not because he made her, but because she had wanted to. The man's wife had not been happy when she walked in on her husband ramming his cock down the greedy throat of a house slave. She had been sold the next day.
Unfortunately she had been sold as a privy slave. The only thing worse than cleaning other people's messes, had been cleaning up their shit. That master had kept her around for several months because she 'amused' him. It probably didn't hurt that she sucked his cock every night while he lie in bed with his sleeping wife.
But she had been sold again, this time as a cock whore. At the time, just the name had made her wet between her legs. The thought of a man taking her deep with his hard cock had her playing with herself every time she was left alone. Which unfortunately was not very often.
