Warm and wet

"How do you like the city so far? Is it treating you well?"

“It’s…the best,” I manage to say in between moans and bursts of pleasure. The fact that it’s barely past two o’clock and this is the second stranger’s mouth that my dick has been in today, only makes it hotter. I mean, I’ve only been in this city for a little over an hour, and I’ve cum twice with a third orgasm well on its way. And I wouldn't call Nin or Mia a stranger anymore, but they were barely more than that before their lips were around my cock.

She slides her hand up and down my spit coated shaft and grins at me, “I’m glad you think so, my darling! You have a lovely cock by the way.”

And without giving me even a second to process the compliment, she dives down once more and presses her lips against my stomach, grabbing either side of my hips in each of her hands. She pulls herself forcefully as deep on my cock as she can go while wiggling her head back and forth and lapping with her tongue at my balls.

She pulls herself back off me slowly while giving such intense suction that her cheeks become concave. All the while, her tongue lay flat against the underside of my cock, dragging from base to tip along with her tightly pursed lips. She reached the top and swirled her tongue around the head, never breaking eye contact. My climax is insanely close and she can feel it.

She closes her eyes and moans on my cock as she shoves it deep into her throat again, her head rocks from side to side and her throat constricts to massage it. The vibration of her moan was just the icing on the cake and I could tell, don’t ask me how, but I could _tell _that she was enjoying it so, so much.

The sensations and emotions flowing into me would be overwhelming to a layman but one of the godly blessings that is housed in my body activates suddenly. The amount of sexual pleasure that I receive is abruptly increased and this blowjob goes from the best one I have ever had, to the best one I _will _ever have.

My balls churn and my muscles tense and I cum explosively down her throat, but she doesn’t stop there. She pushes herself up and pulls herself back down to milk all of the semen she possibly can out of my nuts. Coaxing it from bottom to top with her lips closed firm and then using my cock head as an impromptu broom to push the jizz down her throat. She is really going above and beyond in order to ensure that she gets all of the cum that she wants.

After what seems like full minutes of orgasm, my muscles unclench and I slump back against the bar fully exhausted. my eyes close and I almost feel myself drifting off to sleep until a warm, soft hand cups my cheek.

“Adler, darliiing,” came a sing-songing voice from above me. I open my eyes to stare into the face of my new favorite innkeeper. Her heavy breasts gently sway as she leans over me once more. I can’t help admiring my handiwork as her nipples lightly brush my chest. I really painted them gooooood.

She kisses me on the cheek with a smile and then bustles around behind the bar. She flips through some papers and I hear a jangling of keys. She appears in front of me again as I begin to come down from my orgasmic high and sit up to buckle my belt. She holds a key on a ring and bounces it up and down teasingly.

“You’re in room twelve, honey. Why don’t you take a rest up there for now?”

Yeah that sounds good. I nod blearily and sling my pack over one shoulder as I get up. Following her swaying ass up the stairs, we eventually make it to room twelve. Mia opens the door and ushers me through. I step in and get my first look at the room. Most of the space is dominated by a huge bed complete with a cushioned headboard and a frame above it that holds two sets of curtains, one light and one heavy. Nightstands are positioned on either side of the bed and a couple of stools are lined up against the wall. There is a small desk with a chair shoved into one corner and a tall skinny wardrobe in the other corner.

I look to Mia uncertainly. She reads the question in my eyes and eases my worries.

“Most people come to my inn for food or for a little privacy. Rarely do they have an extended stay, so they usually just need a comfy place to relax. The majority of my rooms are set up like this, but let me know if you need anything rearranged or added. You are a guest of honor here and I will treat you like my own herd…or flock, or family. You get the gist,” she finishes awkwardly and steps forward to bring me into a pleasantly crushing embrace.

She leaves me with one last deep kiss on the lips, grabbing my face with both hands and doesn’t let me go for several moments. Our faces separate with a wet _smack _and she looks me dead in the eyes.

“Do not hesitate to come to me for anything that you need, darling. I will do whatever I can in my power to help as best I can. Please don’t be afraid to rely on me, okay?”

She was just one step away from pouting but she wasn’t wrong to stress that point. I hated to inconvenience others with things that I could technically do myself. Asking for help was always hard to do and usually people just offered to help when they saw me struggling. There’s something very casual about this city though, maybe I’ll finally be able to break through that barrier. Baby steps, slow improvement. That’s the name of the game. Though if I become able to go up to a stranger and ask them for sex, it will probably be easier to ask people I DO know to help move a dresser or something.

I nod and plod slowly to the bed, shedding my clothes as I do so. I dive through the narrow opening of the curtains and flop onto the mattress stomach-first.

Mia calls out, “I put the key on the desk, honey. Do you want me to lock the door?”

I think to myself as I slowly drift off to sleep and give a noncommittal grunt in response. Oh!

“Nin is coming here sometime,” I mumble out of the side of my mouth, “Could you send her up when she gets here? You can leave it open.”

She nods slowly and closes the door behind her but doesn't lock it. My body is already replenished by the blessings within my soul but my mind is a groggy, bleary mess and it doesn’t even occur to me that she might not even know who Nin is.

I have no last thoughts before the oblivion of sleep captures me.