Anal

As much as you want that extra outfit, you aren't sure when this body's fertile times are, and you'd rather not end up pregnant. With that in mind, you turn, point your pert ass at him, and wiggle it seductively in his direction, as you look over your shoulder at him. The Hem of your already short dress rides up, baring your ass to his lustful gaze.

He grins as he unhooks his pants, stepping out of them as they reach his ankles. His dick is semi-hard already, a good 6 inches and growing, as he gestures down at it. "Come here and get it wet, slut." Your eyes widen a bit at his comment, but you know you're not in a position to say anything about it.

As you kneel in front of him, you realize you have no idea what exactly you're supposed to do. Your body, though, provides the answer, and you let the faint flickers of inspiration guide you. You kiss the tip of his dick, before letting your tongue slide gently around the purplish helmet. His cock hits full mast, about 8 inches long, and easily two inches in girth, as you take it into your mouth, thoroughly coating it in saliva. Before you can begin sucking it in earnest, though, he grabs your hair and Yanks you off his dick with a slight pop.

"Now, now, the arrangement was anal, not a blowjob, for the belt, gloves, and cloak. Don't you go trying to change the deal on me." With that, he flips you around, bending you over the desk, then unceremoniously ramming his dick into your ass.

You nearly scream as his sizeable meat stick forces its way past your sphincter, your sole saving grace being your body's apparent experience with matters like this. The merchant pistons into and out of your ass, hammering it remorselessly as you whimper at the raw feeling of fullness in your ass and the degrading feelings of his rough treatment. His hands reach up to your chest, forcefully kneading and tugging on them through your threadbare dress.

Despite those feelings, though, your body responds differently, your pussy dampening and your hips starting to rock back against his in sync. That other portion of your mind hints that seeming more willing will get him off faster, and get you out of here sooner. As he begins pounding into you ever more forcefully, your pussy begins to gush, in spite of your every effort to not enjoy this. His hands continue roughly mashing your breasts, your exposed left nipple spearing into his palm. His fingers grab it, pinching it painfully, before tearing your dress enough to expose your breast.

A few moments later, you feel an orgasm building in your loins, the pressure mounting until the dam finally breaks, a lustful moan escaping your lips as you cum mightily. As you do so, the merchant thrusts into your ass one last time, cock twitching, actually lifting you off the desk, your bare toes brushing the dirt floor, as he fills your ass with a mighty grunt.

As his dick softens and slips out of your abused ass, you sag onto the desk, the merchant stumbling around it to his chair. He looks at you, taking in your tired, bedraggled face, and says, "That was a damn good fuck. Feel free to come back anytime you need something. Heres the fifty silver I owe you. Grab your stuff and go."

You can't bring yourself to say anything to the pig, just nodding slightly as you drag yourself off his desk and stagger out of the office. You can't believe you came like that. You've half a mind to go back in there and give the prick a telling-off, but you don't really have a leg to stand on.

Looking down at your ruined dress, you curse the bastard one last time, before yanking it over your head and using it to clean yourself up. In a slightly rebellious spurt, you toss the soiled rag on the ground by the flap, and make your way, naked, over to the pile of clothes. It doesn't take you very long to get everything but the cloak on, and you take a brief moment to look yourself over.

You have to admit the outfit does make you look damn sexy. The corset covers from your hipbones to just above your nipples, leaving a faint band of your toned midriff and back exposed above the pants. The pants hug your legs and ass, showing off their curves. The fingerless elbow gloves do stand out a little, but it's only a minor thing. The thongs look surprisingly like sandals from above, and you realize someone will have to be paying attention to realize they don't have a sole unless they're right behind you.

Somewhat happier, and satisfied with your new outfit, you pull the cloak on, and put your silver in one of the concealed pockets on your belt. After a brief stop at another stall to buy a satchel, some waterskins, and enough supplies to get you to Greenstone with a bit to spare, you leave town, scaling one of the walls to avoid the guards, and set off.