Robin becomes an under-table slut!

The world around Robin seemed to move in sudden lurches both physically and as far as her self-awareness was concerned. One moment she was watching Connie's brazen act in utter awe and disbelief, the next she was crawling over to the nearest pair of legs herself, finding his cock already free of his pants and wrapping both hands around his hot member. It almost caught her off guard just how warm it was, like she could feel the heat of it pulsing through his skin with every moment.

Robin felt strangely connected to the man, as each heartbeat pulsed through his cock and into her. She shook her head, realizing that she had been just cradling his cock in her hands for several moments, gawking at is and in a sudden wave of hurried embarrassment, Robin bent forward to take it into her mouth.

It tasted salty and strange, familiar in a way, but also foreign and unrecognized. Robin didn't waste much time pondering, however before she started to move, bobbing her head up and down to take his cock into the back of her mouth. She felt it filling her up with each movement of her head, the wonderful hotness of it coming to occupy nearly the entirely of her mouth at her deepest, filling it with an undeniable presence.

She had lost track of time when and was startled when the man's cock suddenly surged. He let out a soft groan as his seed spurted out onto her tongue. Robin swallowed instinctively, then backed away, letting go of his cock and looking around to see that Connie had finished with her's as well and had moved on to another one of the men. Or... at least Robin thought she had. It might have been the same one, but Robin was at least... pretty sure that Connie was sucking off a different man? Either way, it still would have been rather rude for Robin to only treat one of her guests. She smiled drunkenly as she shuffled over to the next man, tugging down his pants as well and starting to lick away at his shaft.

"I'll give you 15 copper if I can't bet which of those sluts has her lips around my cock right now" Robin heard the man above her say as she kissed the head of his cock. She felt the idle thought pass through her brain that her lips weren't actually around his cock yet, a matter which she quickly corrected by plunged her head forward to take in as much of it as she could. He tasted different than the other man, she realized. More musky and somewhat less pleasant, though that certainly didn't stop her.

"It's a deal" the man she had only just finished blowing responded from somewhere to her left.

"It'll be that waitress, then" the man declared. Robin was bent forward as far as she could be as his chair scooted backward, tugging her forward until her head popped out from under the table. Robin did her best to smile up at him around the cock in her mouth while the man gave her a wink then turned to gloat at the other man, who grumbled and reached into his pouch to fish out the coins.

Robin felt the man's firm hand grab the back of her head and start to push her forward. Now that she wasn't quite as well hidden, he had a bit more leverage and started to forcefully pull her face down onto his cock again and again. Robin could only frown slightly and try to keep her jaw as loose as possible as the man gave one final pull, jerking his hips upward at the same time almost involuntarily and stuffing his cock deep into her throat as he came.

He held Robin there for several seconds before finally letting go.

Moments later, Robin was being helped out from under the table by Dariel while most of the other men stood around, already on their feet and the one who had just finished with her adjusted his belt.

"Come on, girlie, we're gonna have a bit more fun upstairs." Dariel said, starting to lead her off toward the bar, beside which a staircase lead up to the bed rooms on the second floor. Out of the corner of her eyes, Robin spotted Becky giving her a concerned look, but the table she was giving drinks to quickly pulled her attention back.