Cecil the Wench

Cecil and the Satyrs

The early months of Cecil's days as wench of The Bull and Mare inn continued to have their ups and downs - but mostly downs. Though improving, the arrival of guests was still sporadic. With a tiny improvement in revenue, the innkeeper Richard had begun to make repairs, but the inn was still far from the most impressive in the land. His well-intentioned efforts to spruce up the inn frequently went awry as many things continued to go poorly, and often.

One hot summer day, when the air was still and the sun blazed, Cecil lounged inside, fanning herself. Even sitting inside, sweat beaded on her smooth olive skin, trickling down from her neck and across her chest. She had unbuttoned her shirt and rolled her dress down to her waist, desperate for relief from the heat. Cecil waved a cheap fan, her curly hair wavering back and forth.

"Cecil!"

Richard's voice roared from outside. It was followed by banging on the roof. Cecil sighed, looking up at the patchy roof. The innkeeper was outside, mending broken shingles. His stomping threatened to put new holes in the roof, and each bang sent dust tumbling down. With a sigh, Cecil dragged herself from her chair and went outside.

"Cecil!" Richard yelled, looking down at the wench. He froze on seeing sweat soaked her shirt and the thin linen clung to her tits and her nipples were perfectly outlined.

"You called?" Cecil yelled back up.

"Right, the well ran dry. I'm out of water up here, and we're near out inside. Grab those buckets there and head to the river. We need both of the barrels inside full."

Cecil looked at the two buckets, hanging from a yoke, then over to the shallow river some hundred paces away. "You mean to make a pack animal of me? It'll take all day to fill those barrels. I'm a wench, not an ox! Ask Georg!"

Richard wiped sweat from his dripping brow. "Gods above, I don't know where my son is, and I have to fix this roof. If we don't have water, any guest that comes will leave in an instant! You were the one to deal with the tax collectors, Cecil! You know this inn is barely holding on. Help me, please."

Cecil put her hands on her hips. "The baths are full."

Richard groaned and tugged at his mustache. "We can't drink water from the baths! We need those barrels full, Cecil."

"RICHAAAAAARD!" roared an awful, cacophonous voice. "WE NEED TO GO TO MARKET."

The innkeeper scrambled to his ladder at the edge of the roof. "My wife is calling, as if the day couldn't get worse. Village will be half a day's walk in this heat, we'll likely stay there for the night. Please, Cecil, fetch the water."

"What do I get?"

"You're the wench!"

"And this is decidedly more than normal wench work. I want something more."

"Fine! You can have the next three days off, not a lick of work," Richard said in defeat.

"Enjoy the market," Cecil said, taking up the yoke and buckets.

With Richard gone and Georg missing as usual, Cecil trudged to the river. She stepped inside, the waters refreshingly cool. Dipping the buckets in, she heaved the load back onto her shoulders and marched back to the inn.

"At least I'll be able to take a bath," she said to herself. "Not like we'll be getting travelers on a day this hot. Anyone with half a mind will rest wherever they are."

Cecil labored back into the inn and kicked the door open. Stumbling around the bar, she reached the two large barrels which needed filling. She emptied the buckets in, then peered inside.

"Fuck!" she said, the first of the barrels less than a tenth full. "Well, seeing as no one is coming, I might as well get comfortable."

Cecil took off her shirt, freeing her perky breasts. She wrapped the garment around the yoke and raised it back to her shoulders and resumed her march.

As Cecil returned with her second load of water, she wondered about Georg. That useless sack of meat. Boy has a great cock, but he hides like an owl from the sun. If he were ever around, I bet I could teach him to be quite the lover. Bet he could be of use around the inn, doing things like HAULING WATER.

When Cecil was carrying the buckets back for the fifth time, she spied two people walking down the road. The thought of putting on her sweat-soaked shirt was so repulsive that she didn't care if they passed the inn or not and saw her tits on full display.

After a few more loads from the river, Cecil looked to the approaching travelers. Sauntering down the road, she could tell they were satyrs. Cecil sighed, as satyrs were known to be rude tricksters. Not a single other race cared for their company, and she hoped they would simply pass by or take a different road.

Another two loads of water and the first barrel was full. Cecil grinned, then stepped out of the inn. The satyrs were near enough to see them clearly. Their appearance surprised Cecil.

While satyrs were known for scraggly hair, blemished skin, unclean bodies, and horrible teeth, these two were markedly different. Short by human standards, the two male satyrs were similar in height to Cecil. Their hairy legs were covered in smooth, soft, trim light brown hair. Their hooves were neat and clean. They were both fit and lean, with the pronounced muscles of their humanlike upper bodies on display. Simple loincloths covered their crotches, but even the fabric looked well-made and hemmed instead of the expected coarse material. Cecil wondered what might hide beneath, as satyrs for all their repulsiveness were rumored to be well endowed...

Gods, am I attracted to satyrs? This heat must be getting to me, she thought.

Cecil hurried to the river and filled the buckets. Turning back, the satyrs stood between her and the inn with their arms crossed. They had handsome faces with trim beards and narrow, spiraling horns.

Cecil's hands dangled over the yoke which pressed against her shoulders, the barrels full of water. "If there's a pair of eyes between the two of you to see with, you'd notice the buckets I'm carrying. Please move."

"No," said the first, his voice bright and sharp.

"Right," said the second, his voice bass and booming. "It's a good look for a human girl, hunched over with those buckets."

Cecil glared at the two satyrs. "Why is it that every race is filled with males who will sit by, cocks in hand, watching as women do all the work."

The satyrs cackled, slapping each other on the back and pointing at Cecil. She charged by, nearly striking them with a bucked on the way.

"Hey!" shouted the first satyr. "Who do you think you are to act this way?"

"Yeah, you just nearly hit Jozi, you gangly bitch of a woman."

"You're right, Nuri. Look at the waifish thing. Must be a slave of the innkeeper."

Cecil blew a tuft of hair away from her face. "I'm Cecil, wench of The Bull and Mare inn. If you're staying, then come inside and pay for a room. Otherwise, fuck off."

Cecil marched to the inn, where she resumed filling the second barrel. They smelled nice... shut up! You're depraved, those two are assholes. Just because they look nice and smell good doesn't mean you should bed them. Fuck, I'm getting wet.

Cecil marched out of the inn and took a wide path around the two satyrs, who lingered on the road. Buckets full, she trudged back only to see the two satyrs standing close by the river's edge.

"I've never met a wench so rude," said Jozi.

"You're right. I've never seen a wench look like her either. She's short and her tits are so small for a wench. I wouldn't give second thought to a wench unless her tits were twice the size."

"You're ones to talk about height," Cecil fumed. "And bold words from males, judging a woman's tits when you haven't earned the right to touch them. You two must have cocks the size of peanuts. If you want to judge me as a wench, then go inside the inn, spend your coin. Otherwise, as I said before, fuck off."

Jozi grinned, looking back at the inn then to Cecil again. "The inn about matches the wench, who would want to spend more than a minute in that dump?"

Ignoring the jabs, Cecil marched around the satyrs when they hopped in her path again. She backed up and set the buckets on the ground. Smiling at the two satyrs as they laughed, she picked up one bucket and hurled the contents over Jozi, soaking the satyr. He gasped as Nuri laughed; his humor was short-lived when the second bucket of water splashed over him.

Cecil went back to the river and refilled the buckets. When she turned back, the satyrs grabbed the yoke and pushed, sending Cecil splashing into the river. They cackled and wheezed at the sight of her, sitting in the water. Though she was incensed, Cecil decided it was time to handle the Satyrs in a different way.

"Hot day, isn't it?" she said with a wink.

Standing up, Cecil grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. The two satyrs gawked. Although Cecil was petite and her breasts modest, her body was a sight to behold; firm and toned, her wet skin glistened in the sun. She made a show of bending over and arching her back, putting her pussy and ass on display. She moaned and wiggled her butt as she filled the buckets. A grin spread across Cecil's face as she turned back; the satyrs' loincloths were pitched as their cocks hardened from the sight of her body.

"Come inside if you are ready to stop acting like children," Cecil said as she walked by.

The door to the inn creaked open as the two satyrs slipped inside. Their eyes grew wide at the sight of Cecil lying naked on the bar, a hand rubbing between her legs. She smiled and hopped down. Walking down the hall at the back of the inn, she beckoned for them to follow.

Jozi and Nuri crept after, finding Cecil waiting in the bathhouse. When the two walked in, she pushed them onto a bench beside a large tub. She lowered to a kneel, rubbing her hands over the chests of the satyrs. They leaned back, grinning in pleasure as she traced down to their lower abdomens.

Cecil ripped away their loincloths and ogled at their impressive cocks. Unlike humans, their cocks had rounded ridges along the entire length, and Cecil's pussy twitched and clenched at the thought of them grinding in and out. She deftly traced each with a single finger, running from the tip along the length down to their balls.

Cecil abruptly grabbed the bench and heaved, sending the two satyrs into the bath.

"I hope you've cooled off," she laughed as Jozi and Nuri splashed around, clambering to get out. When they found their footing, Cecil raised one foot onto the edge of the tub, giving them an excellent view of her smooth and glistening vulva.

The satyrs readied to get mouthy when Cecil spoke over them. "Shut. Up."

Whew, I have to find that sorcerer someday and thank her properly, Cecil thought when the satyrs complied, gleeful that the satyrs complied.

"You two need to learn a lesson in manners. I am inclined to teach through pleasure, a pleasure unlike any you've felt before. The body you see was enchanted by the Witches of Clendol. I am forever wet, sized perfectly for any partner, and cleaner than a priestess. If you'd like to sample a pleasure you've never before felt, then stay. Or, you can leave now and keep being impish assholes. It's your choice."

Still squatting in the tub, Jozi and Nuri looked at each other, then back to Cecil.

"You're welcome to leave any time, but should you stay, I have two simple rules. First, you are to call me mistress. Second, you are to obey my every command. If I tell you to stop something and you don't, you had better run faster than a horse, otherwise I will cut off your balls, cook it into a stew, and feed it to our next guests. Do you understand?"

The two satyrs nodded hesitantly, eyes fixed on Cecil's pussy.

Cecil motioned for them to come out of the bath. Jozi and Nuri stood side by side as Cecil went back to teasing their bodies with her fingertips, tracing across their chests, over their abs, and across their legs, ever close but never quite touching their cocks.

"Closer together." The two shuffled, but were still a few inches apart. "More." When the satyrs' shoulders touched, Cecil smiled. "Better."

She returned to her teasing, hungrily eyeing the precum dripping from their cocks. She traced her fingers over the ridges on their shafts, avoiding the most sensitive parts of their tips. Glancing up, Cecil noticed the two satyrs looking into each others' eyes. She grinned as an idea crept into her mind.

"Are you two into each other?" she asked, swirling her fingers around the tips of their cocks.

"N... no..." stammered Jozi.

"Of course not," Nuri groaned.

Cecil stopped moving her hands. "I see how you look at each other. Your cocks rose at the sight of my body, yet there's something in your eyes now... I think you're bi. Face each other."

The two satyrs stood a few feet apart, avoiding each other's gaze.

"Closer," Cecil ordered.

Jozi and Nuri stepped forward. Cecil reached between them, grabbing their cocks and pulling them together, forcing the satyrs to inch until their chests touched. She swirled the two cocks as one, using their precum as lube as she ran her fingers up and down. Intensifying her speed, Cecil wrapped her hands around them tightly, stroking their cocks at the same time. Pleasure coursed through the satyrs, but they leaned away from each other, focusing on Cecil's attention.

Cecil's pussy was dripping and she ached for attention. She released the satyr's cocks and the two gasped. Cecil leaned over a bath with her ass high in the air.

"Pleasure me."

Jori pat Nuri on the shoulder then stepped towards Cecil, when she held her hand up.

"I heard satyrs have long tongues. Do it together."

Following the orders, Jori knelt behind Cecil while Nuri leaned over her ass. Cecil gasped as a tongue suddenly plunged into her pussy, exploring her depths. Meanwhile, another tongue began circling around the delicate folds of her asshole, sending pleasure rippling through her. The satyrs licked energetically, and began groping every inch of Cecil's body. Their firm yet delicate hands stroked her legs, inside her thighs, across her stomach and over her back, wrapping around her tits and flicking her nipples.

While Cecil was enraptured with the attention, especially as Nuri's tongue pressed deep into her asshole, she was most turned on when she could feel the two satyrs touch. Whether their hands bumped into each other as they explored her body, or their shoulders rubbed against each other, or their horns gently clinked as they adjusted their heads to drive deeper inside, she loved how their bodies twitched shyly from each other.

Pleasure mounting, Cecil ground back against the two satyr tongues. Fingers pressed against her clit, and an orgasm rocked the wench. Her legs trembled and she pushed the two satyrs away, holding tight to the bath as her body slowly calmed.

"Well done, boys. Now that you've treated me kindly, it's time for a proper reward," Cecil said seductively. "Juri, lay back on the bench, and spread your legs wide."

The satyr immediately complied, his cock pointing straight into the air, wobbling in anticipation of what was to come.

"Nuri, lay opposite him. Good, now slide together until your cocks are touching."

The satyrs went wide-eyed at the request, but with memories of the handjob fresh on their minds, they complied. Cecil leaned over and ran her tongue along the length of Nuri's cock from the base to the tip. As he wiggled and shifted from the sensation, his cock rubbed against Jori's, and both satyrs groaned.

Back and forth Cecil teased them one at a time until they were both gyrating their hips, desperate for more. Feeling that they had earned release, Cecil stepped over the bench and lined the two cocks up with her tight hole.

Cecil lowered herself until the two cocks pressed against the entrance of her pussy. She rotated her hips in shallow, gentle circles as her body readied to take in the two cocks together. Lowering a hair's breadth, all three sighed. Cecil knew her enchanted pussy was ready to take them all the way in. Cecil giggled in joy as she gently bounced up, then down a little further, over and over until the pulsing cocks were buried deep inside.

When one of the satyrs attempted to thrust, Cecil put her hand on her chest and shook her head. She instead rocked her hips back and forth, making the cocks press against each other up and down, their ridges teasing each other and Cecil's pussy in the most delightful way. All three closed their eyes and gave in to the overwhelming pleasure of Cecil's swaying hips.

The satyrs whimpered when Cecil paused.

"Sit up, both of you."

The satyrs pulled themselves up, sandwiching Cecil. The wench squeezed and pulled them close into a tangle of tightly bound legs and arms. Slowly standing then sliding back down on the pair of cocks, Cecil kissed Jori. Hands groped her tits. She broke away, then kissed Nuri.

Her body wanting more, Cecil began to bounce up and down, harder and harder. As pleasure built, Cecil wrapped her arms around each of the satyrs' necks and brought them closer. Her body still gliding over their cocks, the two satyrs kissed, their tongues wrapping tightly together.

The sudden embrace sent all three over the edge. The satyrs leaned back and Cecil plunged a final time as an orgasm overtook her. The convulsions of pleasure pushed the satyrs past the point of no return, and their hot cum spurt deep inside Cecil's pussy. She relished the sensation of the cocks twitching and quivering as they unloaded, and the hot cum dripped out onto the bench.

Cecil sighed as the two satyrs hugged tightly with her between them.

***

Cecil waved from outside the inn as the two satyrs returned to the road.

"Thank you again for helping me finish up with the barrels! You're welcome any time, and don't forget to tell your friends about Cecil and The Bull and Mare!"

The satyrs nodded and waved sheepishly, still unable to look each other in the eyes.

Cecil chuckled as she strolled back into the inn. "At least they learned a bit about themselves and I had a fun time while we were at it. And at last the head is breaking, things are looking all the better. We must have been at it for hours though... where could Georg have gone off to? That stupid innkeeper's son, I have plans for him..."