Getting To Know Him

When people talked about Dedra O’Hare there were usually only a few things that would be agreed upon about her. The first was her beauty, her face looked as if it had been carved from marble by a great master, a study in perfect proportion and placement. Her body, so claimed those who had been lucky enough to see her in the nude, was just as wonderful to behold, with breasts that seemed to be begged to be touched and a hourglass figure that brought men and women to tears.

After her beauty of course they would all agree that she was a wanton whore. Those who liked her would be more polite in saying so but in the end it was all the same, she was a woman who would lay with any man who asked and if none would ask she would ask herself. Which led to the third point, there was not a man she had met who had ever refused her offers. It was a fact that hed to more than a little trouble, a memorable case being when she was caught letting a priest shoot his little angels inside her.

So it was that the Blacksmith blushed, blustered and gasped his way over to the doors of the forge, locking them before turning back to the woman he had only met a few hours before.

She watched him return to her with a smile, the hollow feeling in her gut already starting to fade away as she stood on tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips. His arms engulfed her, holding her to his chest as they kissed. The kiss became deeper, her tongue sliding between his lips as she was lifted off the group by him.

When she finally broke the kiss had to pant to catch her breath, her eyes glassy with lust as she looked around the room. Spying a large worktable up against the back wall she broke away from his grip. Taking his hand in hers she lead the way to the worktop. Spinning around she hopped up onto the countertops edge, spreading her legs wide and holding her arms out in silent offer to the big man.

Like every man before him, Conroy accepted the invitation in a heartbeat. Stepping in between her legs his hands began to run up her legs. She shivered at the sensation of his rough hands sliding along her smooth legs. Getting ever closer to the prize between her legs. At the same time her hands began to work at the tough leather band that held his trousers in place. All the time her tongue danced across his lips, dipping into his mouth teasingly, hinting at the possibilities of what such a talented tongue could be used for.

By the time Conroy’s hands finally made it to her hips she had a hard time pulling his clothing down past the tent of his erection. She had long since given up on wearing underwear, her effect on men combined with her own hunger had left many a pair of panties a torn and sodden ruin. Now she felt the calloused tips of his thumbs press down on the sensitive flesh of her mons.

Once again they broke away from the kiss, both of them taking in the other with hungry eyes. Dedra looked down to his now unsheathed cock with open joy. It was much like the man himself, long and thick although thankfully not as calloused.

She ran her fingers over the twitching head, pulling a grunt from the man and a twitch that brought a bead of pre-cum to the tip. She loved this, the feeling of power that came with knowing that she held a man's pleasure literally in her hands.

A more cruel woman would use that power to make a man suffer, to make him beg and follow her every whim and wish. Luckily for the male population of the land, Lady Dust was not a cruel mistress.

Instead she pulled him closer to her, the head of his cock pressing up against her clit, sending a wonderful shock through her body. With her other hands she loosened her top, the cheap buttons opening up with ease until the pale skin of her torso could be glimpsed.

Conroy didn’t need to wait for a invitation, his left hand left her hips. In a smooth movement he slipped his hand through the slit, his rough palm cupping the sensitive flesh of her breast. A look of disbelief was plastered on his face, he was unable to bring himself to believe that this truly was happening.

Even when Dedra pushed the head of his cock lower, spreading the sodden lips of her sex open before finally sliding inside of her, he still felt sure it must be a dream. For her part Dedra through her head back as she felt the thickness of his member stretching her out. She had been with a great many men in her time, some men of great standing in the world, but none of them had felt as good as this lowly Blacksmith's cock.

Instinctively he thrust forward, burying his length in the tight, burning heat of her sex. He grunted and she moaned as he bottomed out, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him into a hungry kiss. His cock pulsed inside of her, held back from the edge purely by the desire for this single magical moment to never end.

However, like most things, it did end, the desire for the wonderful friction of movement became overwhelming and he began to draw back. Only to plunge forward once again and draw another cry of pleasure from Dedra. Soon a pace was set, the tools on the worktop bouncing in time with the forceful thrusts.

Dedra was amazed at the stamina of this man, a man she had been sure had been a virgin up until now. She had hoped for maybe a trio of thrusts before he reached his limits and yet he seemed able to control himself. With every thrust he brought her closer to the edge, her breath catching in her throat as her sex was ravished.

When the end came it was sudden and simultaneous. Sweat poured down Conroy's face as he let out a guttural roar, slamming his cock home in her unprotected sex. His hands digging into the flesh of her hips as he pulled her tight to him.

The sensation was enough to push her over the edge as well, she bit down hard on her own lips, struggling to contain a scream of pleasure that would have been sure to bring people running. The orgasm rocked her whole body, so strong that she hardly felt the pulsing of his member as her womb was filled with his virile seed.

It was a long time before either of them had breath enough to speak, slouching against each other as Conroy's now softening cock slipped wetly from her well used sex. When he was able to speak the only words Conroy could **** out where.

“Thank you.”