Get Worm off quickly

You sigh, your usually icy heart melting at the pleading expression of the chaun. You wet your lips and motion for Worm to climb one of the wine casks. He clambers up the wooden barrel and sits atop it, his skinny legs dangling over the side and his little willy sticking up like a lorry's gear shift.

You set aside your clothes and drop to your knees on the cold dirt floor of the cellar. You'd rather not be bothered with the chaun's needs and resolved to deal with him as quickly as possible. You wrap your hand around his cock and without hesitation begin stroking and licking him simultaneously. You look up at your astonished **** as you wank him and swirl your tongue around his dripping dickhead.

In moments his cock is disappearing between your lips, hardly big enough to hit the back of your throat, you bob on his dick with ease. Your tongue works along the underside of the shaft and you steadily increase the tempo. You use only mouth on his cock and use your hand to stroke his bollocks. As you do, your fingers play at your slit, spreading your lips open to release the last warm remnants of Olaf's load. You plunge your fingers into yourself and before you know it are working your hips, fucking your hand as you pound prick into your mouth like a wanton slut.

The sight of you finger-fucking yourself on your knees must be driving Worm wild. He humps into your sucking mouth and squeals with delight. You cum suddenly and quite hard, moaning around the dick between your lips, your eyes clenched shut as your body shakes and your mouth is used as a fucktoy by the humping half-pint.

Scant seconds after sliding out from under your orgasmic crescendo - and extracting your fingers from your creamed cunt - you realize Worm is about to spunk straight into your mouth. Suddenly feeling ashamed of your debased behavior, you resolve to avoid a mouthful of his seed.

Sitting back so that your bum rests against your heels, you wank Worm's weeping willy and heft a tit in one hand. The squirming vermin emits a high-pitched cry and leans forward. His little cock throbs in your hand and a jet of spunk erupts from the head. Worm's hot seed spews out in a torrent of fat ropes that splatter your tits, throat, tummy and absolutely coat your hand working his cock up and down. Without even thinking about what you are doing you lean forward, his cum sloshing from your tits and drizzling your thighs, releasing your grip on his spurting cock and instead capturing it between your lips.

You hardly believe your own behavior as you bob your mouth around Worm's popping prick, down to his balls as he drains another salty shot against your tonsils. Worm is so surprised by your motion that he screeches and seems to cum all over again, throbbing hard and blasting heavy waves of spunk into your gulping gullet.

You close your eyes and enjoy the indignity, greedily devouring the half-pint vamp's second load in under a minute. Even as his orgasm recedes you continue to lick and gently suck at him, looking up with a smile on your full lips. When you finally pop your mouth free from his cock Worm can hardly believe his good luck. Well, you think as you lick drops of his seed from the corner of your mouth, perhaps he'll take this as a lesson that good behavior certainly can have rewards.

"Help me get dressed," you say, suddenly self-conscious that Olaf or his wife might have seen you servicing such a pitiful underling.

Worm obediently helps you into your body suit, corse and chunk boots and together you ascend the stairs and return to the bustling tavern. You feel oddly embarrassed, as if every man there knows you've just been cummed in by Olaf and gargled the seed of your little lapdog. The embarrassment fills you with a burst of anger and you gesture at the patrons to get fucked.

You find the room key, wine and crisps behind the bar. At the door to the room you fumble with the key. You pass the wine and crisps off to Worm and snap at him not to look at you. Once inside you practically collapse onto the bed. You pour a cup full of the sour red wine and munch away at the chips. You've only had a few bites when the weariness of the day begins to overwhelm you. And here you are still dressed. It's such an effort to get undressed again after only dressing minutes earlier. Worm looks at you expectantly. And what does that greedy little sprite want?

You feel like going to sleep straight away, but maybe you should undress and relax a bit first. After all, it has been a very long day.