Paying the Blacksmith

Once upstairs, the man closed the door behind them. The room was dimly lit and smelled of sweat and iron. "Alright, sweetheart. Let's see what you got under that dress."

Illyana's heart was beating hard as she slowly pulled her dress over her head, revealing her naked body. The man whistled as he took in the sight of her perky tits and the small tuft of red hair above her slit.

"Well, ain't you a pretty little thing. Now, come here." He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss.

"N-no kissing." She pushed him away, blushing even harder. It felt like cheating if they kissed.

"Tch. Fine. On your knees, slut. Time to see what you can do with that mouth." He undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles, revealing his thick, veiny cock. It was already half hard and growing.

Illyana got on her knees, her hands trembling as she reached for his cock. She'd never been with another man before. The thought of it was both thrilling and terrifying. She wrapped her small hand around it, feeling its heat and weight. It was bigger than Cordain's, but not by much. She slowly stroked it, watching as it grew to its full length. The man groaned, his hand resting on her head.

"Yeah, that's it. Now, open up and take it in your mouth. Suck it like a good whore." He pushed his cock against her lips.

Illyana obeyed, opening her mouth and taking him in. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting his precum. It was salty and musky, a new flavor for her. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, trying to please him.

"That's it, bitch. Take it all. Choke on my cock." He grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her down on his cock, making her gag. Cardain had never been so rough with her before and it was a strange feeling, having her mouth used so crudely. But, the more he pushed, the more her pussy throbbed. She was so wet, she could feel her juices dripping down her thighs.

"Why do I feel so excited being used this way?" She thought to herself, as she continued to suck his cock. She was drooling now, her spit coating his shaft and dripping down her chin. The man was grunting and groaning, thrusting his hips into her face.

By now she was doing more than just sucking it. She was adjusting her pace and pressure to provide maximum pleasure to this stranger, testing each tongue flick and moaning into his cock.

"Damn you're getting so into this. I knew you were a slut the first time I saw you strip down in front of all those people. Can't believe you're such a cheap whore. You'd suck my cock for some stupid gear?" He slapped her face with his cock, making her wince. "That's right, keep sucking. I'm going to cum soon and I want you to swallow every last drop."

She looked up at him with wide eyes, unsure if she could do that. She'd never let anyone cum in her mouth before, not even Cordain. It was something she found gross, but in this moment it felt like she was going to do it just because of how wrong it felt.

"Y-yes... Sir... Please cum in my mouth..." She whispered before taking him in her mouth again. She was determined to please him and prove that she was worth more than some cheap whore.

His balls slapped her chin as he fucked her face, his grip on her strawberry blond hair tight. "That's it, you little cumslut. I'm going to fucking cum down your throat." He groaned and with a few more thrusts, he exploded in her mouth. His cum was hot and thick, filling her mouth and coating her tongue. She gagged a little but managed to swallow it all, just as he had asked.

"F-fuck yeah... Good girl." He pulled out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her face flushed with arousal and shame.

Cordain listened carefully as the slurping noises from above continued. He could only imagine what they were doing up there. His cock was hard as a rock, straining against his pants. He couldn't resist, he pulled it out and started stroking it as he listened. He could hear Illyana's muffled moans and the man's grunts. As the 'glug glug' sounds got louder, he was pretty sure she was going down on him.

When he heard the man say he was going to cum, Cordain's own orgasm was fast approaching. He pumped his fist faster, his breath quickening, as he pictured the scene in his head.

He pictured the large man pulling the beautiful slender redhead's hair into a ponytail back, making her look up at him with her brilliant green eyes as she impaled her mouth with his cock. With her back arched back, her profile perfectly enhanced her feminine hips and perky breasts as she knelt up at her current lover, some man who was not himself. Cordain imagined the man shooting his hot, thick, gooey load right into his lover's mouth and the thought sent him over the edge.

He spurted his own cum onto the floor, moaning quietly so as not to attract attention. He was left breathless and shaking, his cock still in his hand. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by the thought of his girl being with another man. It was wrong, but it felt so right.

Was this something he truly wanted? Something Illyana wanted? He had no answer for those burning questions.