Every character in this story is assumed to be of legal age.
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Gilford Goldhammer arrived in Ironforge in mid afternoon. The squat young dwarf had never before visited the capitol and paused at every turn to take in the sights. Eventually he found his way to the Bank, the Miner's guild and the Auction House. Finally free of the duties his father had placed upon him, Gilford found a tavern and ordered a mug of Shimmer Stout. Settling himself in a corner booth, he was relaxing when the barmaid came over.
"You'll be wantin' some boar ribs I'll wager, and a loaf too no doubt. Three silver will do an' another mug with it."
"Aye." he answered and fumbled with his coins. A 50 gold piece coin fell onto the table. The barmaid's eye glinted and she slapped her hand down on it quickly.
"And will ya be wantin' the Ironforge Visitor's Special then?"
Confused, Gilford nodded and mumbled.
The Barmaid hurried off with the big gold coin. Before the lad could try to guess what the special was, another dwarf approached him. She was smiling broadly and quite attractive. Her hair was red and her face was freckled. Green eyes seemed to sparkle in the lamplight. She wore a dark green skirt that was slit up the sides to her belt and bare legs teased with every step she took. She wore a green brocade bodice with no blouse under it. Her tits were huge and the bodice strained to contain them. When she reached him she placed her hands on the table and leaned forward. Her tits rose and fell as she breathed and Gilford expected them to fall out any second. Indeed as he stared, he could actually see glimpses of her areola above the fabric.
"Oy lad, muh friend tells me ya paid fer th' special, izzat so?"
"Oh aye, I did that."
"Good. I'm right tired o' miners and blacksmiths, ya have the look o' a merchant. I'd like that. Soft hands I'll reckon."
She sat in his lap and checked his hands.
"Aye, nice and soft. A girl likes ta' be touched by soft hands in the right places. Folks call me Bekka, an' I'll just call you 'Andsome." She noticed that Gilford was staring at her tits. "Nice ones wot? Biggest in all Dun Morogh! I wanted ta be a warrior like me Da, but they keep gettin' in th' way. If yer wantin' ta touch 'em we'll go on downstairs."
Without waiting for an answer, Bekka led him by the hand through a door hidden by a wall hanging and down a flight of stairs. They passed several rooms before Bekka opened a door and ushered him in. The room had a fireplace and table of course, but was dominated by a huge steaming stone bath set into one wall and the biggest bed Gilford had ever seen! It had to be big enough for a whole clan! Well six or seven anyway...
Bekka sat in his lap at the table and undid the laces of her bodice. Her huge tits spilled forth and Gilford stared in amazement. They were true wonders. Huge indeed, but not just fat and flabby. Bekka's tits had a firm feel and were nicely shaped. Full and round, bottom heavy of course, but her nipples were big red buttons in the middle of large pink areola and pointed level and slightly outward. Gilford's hands were quickly full and he marveled at how soft and warm her flesh felt. He bent his head and began kissing them.
Bekka giggled with delight as she removed her bodice completely and tossed it aside. It never failed, older dwarves might go straight for her pussy, but the younger ones ALWAYS went balmy over her tits. She began toying with Gilford's braids.
Bekka started undressing Gilford, tossing his gear into one pile and his clothing into another. The lad finally realized she wasn't just getting him comfy, she didn't intend to stop until he was naked... Now Gilford wasn't exactly a virgin. He'd had his "hammer blessed" by a older but still attractive priestess once and was fully aware he was in the company of a professional consort. He was just uncomfortable with getting naked with someone outside the clan.
The Dwarves of his clan were merchants, bankers and "acquisition specialists," they knew how to find what you needed and get it to you, anywhere in the world... for the right price. And making deals frequently involved lots of ale, lots of food, and sexual foreplay with scantily clad members of the opposite sex. Sex itself might be required to close a difficult deal or just to celebrate closing a deal. But this involved the females of the clan more than Gilford and his brothers. At any contract negotiation the presence of naked or nearly so members of your family was likely and therefore they had no shame or hesitation about nakedness itself. Now viewing a clan member in the sex act itself or an clan member's erect male organ was not acceptable.
So Gilford was quite willing to enjoy the buxom lass but nervous about getting naked with her in a strange room. Still, she was skilled and between her hypnotizing green eyes and her calm easy banter, Bekka had him naked soon enough.
She saw a handsome dwarf before her. His male member was only semi erect but promised to be very nice and stout when ready. He bore no disfigurement nor even scars and was nicely fit. She smiled in anticipation. This was going to be fun. Too many of her "engagements" were rough and crude quickies. They paid well and tipped well, but she always had to fake an orgasm. She seldom enjoyed the fucking. She always had to claim theirs was the biggest and they fucked her better than anyone else, but the times she actually climaxed were rare, and usually when she was alone or with one of her coworkers. Bekka hoped this lad would be a different story.
She took a cloth from the bath and, kneeling, washed his cock. Tossing the cloth aside she started kissing and licking his organ. It began to swell and thicken, really thicken! Bekka was amazed. He was average length, maybe a couple of fingers longer, but damn the lad was big!
He filled her mouth and she knew she could never swallow his meat.
Gilford was surprised that she washed him and even more surprised when she started sucking his cock. He'd never gotten head before and it was an incredible feeling. His cock was throbbing and Bekka was highly skilled, but he wasn't sure about the plan. Was he supposed to cum in her mouth or not? Was it normal to do so? He decided to err on the side of politeness.
"Lass, Ah'm a gonna blow if'n ye don' stop!"
Bekka was only slightly surprised that he was cumming so soon. She had accurately pegged him a novice and paused to answer him.
"Aye an Ah'm waitin' fer it boyo! Gimme yer cum now!"
And she returned to bobbing her head on his shaft and sucking for all she was worth.
And Gilford blew. His cum exploded from his cock in great spurts and Bekka swallowed as fast as she could. But she had trouble keeping up and gagged and choked a bit, losing some of his cum in the process. When he finished, Bekka sat back and smiled at him, then used her fingers to wipe the cum off of her cheek and chin, then licked them clean.
"By the gods yer a tasty one, an' wot a load! Gimme a couple more o' those an' I'll fast fer the rest o' the week!"
Gilford saw the broad smile on her face and felt a sense of pride.
Bekka stood and took a quaff from his mug. Looked at it and drained it. She slammed the empty mug on the table. She unbuckled her belt and the skirt bell to the floor. She kicked off her shoes and grinned at Gilford.
"Right! Let's get to it then."
Grabbing her tits she jumped onto the bed and flopped on her back. Her legs were spread and Gilford's sagging cock was twitching again.
Gilford had seen pussies mostly at a distance as women walked or lounged about, and the Priestess had kept her skirt on. Thus, this was his first view of a woman on full, unabashed, proud display. Bekka had a mound of red curls above her thick and luscious lips. They seemed to beckon him in and before he knew it, the lad was face first in her wonderous folds. Bekka guided him and very soon her lips were spread and his tongue was lapping at her moist pussy. Gilford knew what was expected of him, indeed had seen couples so engaged, but had never done the deed himself. But he liked it and was determined to do his best.
Bekka suppressed a giggle. She gripped his head between her thighs and pinched her nipples. Damn, the fellow was hungry! Gilford ate her like a starving beggar at a feast! What he lacked in skill he made up for in determination and stamina. Most customers ate her for five or six minutes, ten at the most before mounting her. But this lad was still at it twenty minutes later and showing no signs of letting up! And truth be told, she didn't mind one bit. Her loins were tingling in response and a warmth started in her womanhood and spread throughout her body. She sank into it like sinking into your own familiar bed.
"Oh mah goodness..." she moaned. Bekka faked loud orgasms for her clients, but her own were more often gentle, all consuming waves of intense pleasure. This one however, lasted longer, and she went deeper. Her scalp began to tingle, her toes curled and she heard someone moaning over and over...
"Oh mah goodness...Oh mah goodness...Oh mah goodness..."
Eventually she surfaced and blinked her eyes. Tears? Had she been crying? She wiped her eyes. The lad was easing off his efforts as though reluctant to leave the table when so much food was left on the platter.
"So now Ah know why me Da's beard was so fragrant every mornin', and Ma a smilin' so."
"Liked it didja?"
"Indeed lass. Why if'n ye could make that flavor eighty proof an' bottle it, ye'd be rich."
Bekka laughed at the lad. To a dwarf, 80 proof was the minimum to be labeled a "hard" drink, anything less was a "soft" drink.
"Only eighty proof?"
"Aye, ye don' wanna get drunk too quick, savor it." He chuckled, "Muh beard is drenched, ah'll be smellin' ya fer days, an' right happy to at that."
Bekka smiled and held out her arms, "Come ta me lad, muh loins ache fer ya, so they do."
