Reluctantly

Blushing even harder, Ashley licked her lips nervously. “I, not here, in front of my uncle.” The half-elf glanced at her injured uncle, sitting at a table with Wicked.

“Uncle?” The man chuckled. “Didn't he teach you?” Ashley frowned at him, and the man shrugged irreverently “Whatever, come in the back.” He said, waving her behind the counter.

The busty beauty walked behind the bar, her sexy ass swaying in her tight black shorts, as she followed the barkeep into the back room. Closing the door, the man walked up to her, and slipped his hands around her waist, cupping her round derriere. Ashley blushed, and looked away as the man molested her supple bottom. Content, the man grinned and pushed her to her knees, as she stared up at him with her big blue eyes.

“Well.” The man grinned. “Start sucking.”

Ashley unbuckled his pants, and let them fall to his ankles, revealing his large erection. Licking her lips tentatively, she leaned forward and began to lick the tip. She had been face fucked a few times but hadn't given a blowjob before, so she wasn't exactly sure what to do. Sliding her tongue to the base, she began to lick up his shaft in long strokes, like a lollipop. The bartender groaned in appreciation, but before long, he seem to be getting impatient. Slipping the head between her lips, she sealed her mouth around the thick meat, and began sliding her head up and down his cock.

The man threw his head back in pleasure, as redhead continued to bob her head on his thick pole. “Use your tongue.” He urged her.

Continuing to work his cock in and out of her hot mouth, she began to swirl her tongue around the shaft, again remembering the times she had a sweet candy in her mouth. While his cock wasn't sweet, it didn't taste bad either. Kind of meaty, with a hint of salt, and the texture was fascinating.

“Fuck,” The overweight man groaned nearing the edge. “take it deep sweetie.”

Taking a deep breath on an upstroke, she plunged her mouth downward, impaling her throat on his huge cock. Having taken a few tonsil bashings in the past, this part wasn't nearly as hard. Reaching the root, she bobbed her head fast and hard, working the last few inches of his beast. Without warning the man gasped in pleasure, and his cum spilled down her throat, threatening to overflow. Swallowing rhythmically, in time with his spurts, she drove him nuts, as she milked the last of his cream from his softening pole.

“Fuck. That was amazing.” He moaned, placing his hands on a nearby counter, to keep upright. “Throw in board sweetie. You were that good.” Ashley blushed remembering what Dirt had said. 'All women are are sluts.'

After the bartender, Wes, gave her three bowls of stew, she walked out and set them in front of her friends. Sitting down she took a bite, and thought about what to do next. The stew was actually pretty good, which helped stem her embarrassment from what she had done to get it.