Business. But you do not mind the diversion...

You clear your throat and, standing up, you empty your mug. The cider is worthy of discussion, but your cock is hard.

He has her bouncing on his lap. Her head is arched back and his tongue, leathery like a coarse rope, is all over her roan neck. Fingers, hers and his, tease her needy sex, and his hard member enters her tight backdoor with thundering speed. Splitting her, again and again.

You free your own hardness with some effort.

The Handsome Bumpkin, noticing, pauses and grins. ”Be a good horsey,” he says, ”and open wide.”

”Ahhh!” she says and sticks out her tongue.

”Good. Girl.” He underlines each word by thrusting hilt-deep into her. ” 'ave at her, mate.” He guides and bends her until her arms reach your legs and her adoring eyes beam up at you from inside her straining head.

You stroke her hair, and she – moaning – climbs closer. The tip of her tongue reaches the underside of your shaft and she, shivering, loses her grip. You bow down to catch her, your cock pressed against her throat.

He does not slow, and the shivering weight threatens to slip from your grip.

Her fingers claw into your skin, but her mouth, again and again, finds your length. She showers it with sloppy kisses and sucks you in – until she is again slammed away, her drool dripping to the floor. A gargled moan escapes her throat as she, her arms around your back, slides to the floor.

The Handsome Bumpkin, laughing, stands up behind her and grabs her hair. He shoves her head against your crotch and rips her back, fucking her skull with your cock. You disappear, again and again, inside her, your balls pressing against her chin. She swirls her tongue between breathless gaps, spit and precum oozing from her open mouth and forming thick puddles.

”You’re welcome.” He yanks her away and feeds her his member. ”Such a tight pony. Imma – we better get her back up. She needs mounting proper-like.”

”Yes!” She all but jumps into his arms.

He throws her down and soon she is arched over on the couch, with him fucking her ass and you fucking her throat. You are both buried deep and keep her filled until shudders seize her body. She collapses, eyes closed and with a weak smile on her lips. He slaps her with his cock and her weak hand finds you.

She mumbles her thanks and places a shivering kiss on your tips.

”Cider then,” says the Handsome Bumpkin and pulls her back on all fours. ”Where you headed?” He takes her with slow deep thrusts.

You try and tell him about the Saltisle, but her lips are around your cock and her eyes beg you to fuck and to forget. The island has problems, but your words are disordered. Your hoarse groans barely describe your unfamiliarity with lonely Northbeachisswamp, but you get your point about smuggling from Barenhaven across.

He laughs as he spanks her ass. ”That’s a new one for sure. They still get ships though, right? So yeah, two fardels, thereabouts, sounds about right. There’s always an argument for variety, but I find people can develop quite the thirst for Cider if the price’s right.

Speaking of – I can do 150 per and you should make a clean hundred in profit, each. If you don’t get caught...” He pauses to take a swig and laughs. ”A joke. You see, First Officer, there will not be any smuggling. We are a legit operation, and you’ll have legit paperwork.”

You express some doubts.

”Oh, come on. That speck of dust could not levy tariffs even if they wanted to. For us, it’s imports only, and so the flatfoots can’t do shit. Frankly, I am insulted you think I don’t know that. I’ve been in this business longer than you, you know.”

You let the sounds of fucking be your answer. Her slurps and moans almost sound accusatory.

”Can’t a man show some generosity to his friend? When did you get so distrustful?” The Handsome Bumpkin asks, pulling his shaft free and again slapping her backside. ”You wanna switch?” He runs two fingers along her sex, causing her to moan. ”Try her cunt? She’s wet ‘n’ right. A right gift for a right friend.”

Dew does drip from his tips as he shows you the result of his teasing. And on your nod, she rolls around and on her back.

”So big,” she mouths, ”So good. I – muarpfff!” Her words are silenced by the Bumpkin shoving his cock down her throat, but her legs open wide for you.

You grab a leg and pull her close. The Bumpkin glides from her throat but thrusts back after her immediately. She manages to lift her head long enough to mouth some encouragement. The first touch, you teasing your head along her slick slit, makes her throw back her head and demand that you take her.

You do.

”So about our business?” the Bumpkin asks, pulling his length free from her throat and smearing her chin with his arousal.

Her moans are the only answer given. You focus on teasing her, on varying your speed, and on caressing her writhing body. He again stuffs her mouth, but her gargling admiration grows louder with each of your thrusts.

”Fine. Fucking Fine. Lemme just – fuuuu...” He rips his cock, already spewing white, free from her lips. ”Take it, slut.” Sticky ropes coat her face and neck and thick trails run down all the way to her bouncing breasts. ”That sure hit the spot.” He grabs his mug and drinks deep while she slavers his softening cock free from slime.

”Right.” He groans and quaffs more cider. ”Right. So, there’s some flatfoots – and one degenerate gambler of an Inspector in peculiar – who think that our methods are too good. Too efficient. So yeah, there have been questions, and they might ask you too if they think you’re working for me. But...”

You do not doubt his honesty, and whatever argument he was making might well have been good, but your mind is somewhere else. She has her hands on your chest, and her eyes – focussed only on you now – mirror your need. Her tongue lolls from the corner of her mouth, licking, lapping up his spunk. You slam into her and her warm, wet walls welcome you. Each thrust has her moaning, her cum-covered mouth opening to praise you and your cock. You fuck her faster and faster, unable to hold back any longer.

”Yes! Yees! Yeeees! Fuck Yes!”

You come together, glued to each other and overtaken by rolling relief. You forget together, lost in the moment and each other. You scream together, and she scoops your cream from her overflowing sex. A few last drops stick to your tip and she sits up to offer you her filthy mouth and nimble tongue. More, dried and drying, cakes her neck and drips down to her chest.

You clean your cock and dress yourself.

The filly remains on her knees, offering you your mug. A deep red covers her face, and she faces away from her boss as she mumbles her apologies. ”I should leave.”

Dusk has fallen

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”Cider, then?” he asks, seated back behind his desk. "We got a deal or what?"

[Note: This is a one-time offer. The Bumpkin will not ask again.]