Yes

Liandra never learned his name. She graciously took his hand, and for a moment it was as if she was at court again. For just a moment, there was a wave of leers and hoots that made her well aware of where she was.

Every tool had to be prepared, chisel sharpened, so Liandra started on her knees, pleasuring the carpenter with her tongue. He praised her eagerness and technique, and perhaps another day he would enjoy her mouth, but that day she was going to be initiated in her harlot life.

She finished undressing him "your body... is like a sculpted god" but he only laughed "only a fool would believe the words of a whore, but thanks. Now lets look at you, princess. Strip for me". Liandra didn't have any talent for this kind of sensual dance, her hips more used to the aristocratic balls then the peasant ragtags. Still he praised the soft, perky breasts she uncovered, and had nothing but desire for her round buttocks and lean milky dress.

The middle aged man didn't start humping her, as she expected it. He took her in his arms, and massaged her pussy until Liandra's body accepted how excited she was. He then laid on bed, his erection a veritable pole. Liandra climbed into bed over him, and at his order guided him to her pussy entrance.

She had heard much on how much this hurt, but she was a bit disappointed. While she was controlling the penetration, whenever she felt unduly pain she stopped, and even retreated a little. But the discomfort wasn't unpleasant, and Liandra continued on her journey of self discovery and mutual pleasure. She felt a tinge of pride as she finished burying the carpenter on her pussy. "I did it" she almost started crying.

She slid his cock out, and in again, this time savoring the rippling sensations this sent through her body. She found it even better when she picked up tempo and speed, the carpenter didn't have to do anything, it was all the whorish princess. She was consummate by the time he placed his hands on her hip, his groans announcing his cumming, her fate sealed as his sperm flooded her working cunt.

Liandra washed herself, and at the carpenter's suggestion took the stained white sheets downstairs, to show everyone the undeniable proof of her lost virginity. Her next client, a city guard named Rodrik, paid a similar rate, but wasn't nearly as kind to the princess. He fucked her with vehemence, pent up frustration for his own unrequited desire. Liandra accepted the violation, and even found his manliness rather attractive.

"you can talk to me as well, you know?" Liandra said to the man laying down next to her. "I am just a whore, so what I hear wouldn't be believed by anyone else" and he saw how much she looked like the princess, and regretted his fury in fucking a girl that, until that night, was still a virgin. They talked, and her words eased his heart. In the subsequent fuck Liandra experienced her best orgasm to date.

There were two more clients that night, quick interludes that left Liandra well pleased. She was left again to wait at the tables, but there were now just a few clients left. One of them was Yogodol.

"So, what did you think?" the God asked. "I... don't think I am helping anyone, but I liked it. " answered Liandra. "Is this really my true calling?"

"Perhaps" Yogodol smiled gently. In truth he had merely made a bet with the goddess of Justice and Matrimony that he could lead her favorite to a life of debauchery. "You are a gentle soul, Liandra. You can do good wherever you are"

"Can i get you anything? it is on the house" But he didn't care for anything but her ruby lips around his purple cock-head. "For that, only if you pay" They both laugh, he decided to wait when next she visited his temple.