A drunk gambler returning to his room

As you turn to close the simple lock on the door to your room your breasts collide with the approaching arm of someone else sharing the hallway. It's actually a bit of a painful impact and you stagger back a step.

A fat-faced man of rotund proportions looks at you with a dull expression. He seems unsteady on his feet and his face is red with drink. Clearly he's been overindulging. Finally, he blinks, and seems to realize he's run into you.

"Sorry, lovely," he says and he gives you a drunken smile. "I thought you were a dream standing there so pretty. Care to see me to my..."

He pauses to burp.

"...my bed?"

You look at his tunic, stained with beer and food, his fat belly jiggling beneath it, and his drunken demeanor, and he is the last sort of man you would choose to share a bed with under normal circumstances. But these are hardly normal circumstances and you can see form the darkened inn down the stairs that you're unlikely to find another companion for the evening.

"You'll do," you say. "What's your name?"

The fat drunk rocks back as if struck with a blow, but his smile grows.

"Obbo," he says taking your arm. "I've just lost most of my coins in cards tonight, but suddenly I...burp...feel...burp...my luck has turned."

His room is not so luxurious as yours. Just a straw mattress on the floor of a windowless room, a chest with a lock, and a pile of clothes and discarded trinkets. Obbo presses you back onto the mattress and smothers your with a beery kiss, his tongue thrusting into your mouth as his hand quickly moves between your legs. Fat fingers travel up your thigh and find your clit, still straining form your failed fun with Furgus.

"You're a wet one," remarks Obbo. He probes you with his fingers and strokes your clit. You moan and squirm beneath him. With his other hand he drags down your peasant blouse, pulling the neckline beneath your big tits, your nipples fat and hard. He leans down and slathers your titflesh with his tongue, your licked breasts glistening in the light of a single candle.

He sucks roughly at your nipples and slides three fingers in and out of your cunt. To your surprise, you find yourself orgasming, quite hard, and you buck beneath him, arching your back and cradling his head to your breasts. It is a sweet release after your frustration with Furgus and the fat drunk seems to know he's won you over. He lifts his face from your breasts and moves lower, parting your thighs and burying his head between them.

You're immediately driven to a second orgasm, sharp and wet, his tongue inside you and his lip against your clit. You hold his head with both hands and sit up, squirming against him, rubbing your tender folds all over his eager mouth. He lifts his cum-smeared lips from your cunt and smiles up at you. Although he's done you right, his ugly face makes you want to suddenly leave, but you swallow your pride and lie back on the mattress.

Compared to the foreplay, the sex is a disappointment. Obbo climbs atop you, pressing his hard cock between your thighs and slipping it up your well-lubed quim. He lies heavily atop you, almost smothering you, pounding into you in slow strokes. His cock is nice, but he stinks of sweat and booze and it's all over very quickly.

"Yes!" he groans, clenching his eyes shut and making an awful face as he squirts his cum into you. You feel him twitching and feel the warmth of his seed flowing into you. When he's finished, he rolls beside you, his red cock still jerking a little with aftershocks of his orgasm.

Once you've both recovered you give him a kiss on his cheek and say, "I must be back to my room now. Thank you."

"Aww, don' go," he slurs, but sinks back and immediately begins to snore. You slip out of his room and return to your own.

"Where have you been?" demands Furgus.

"I had to take care of something," you say and pick him up. You clean him and bring him to the bed with you. "Let's get some sleep. We have a long climb tomorrow."

Sleep is almost immediate. You are awakened by a loud cry from outside the inn. It is still dark outside but you see a strange glow through the window. Rising slowly from your bed, you part the curtain and look out upon a scene that turns your blood to ice.