Teach Worm a raunchy lesson

You can hardly believe your little **** is demanding more of your precious attention, as if he is worthy of even a moment of your time. You sneer at the wee beastie and think about delivering a stinging slap across his ugly little face. You take a step towards him, your face twisting into a mask of anger, when you are reminded of the sticky fluid oozing down your thighs. Your anger because satisfaction and by the time you have reached the little imp you are smiling sweetly.

"Little Worm, you must be lonesome out here while your mistress is being taken care of by a real man." You pat his head. "Why don't you lie back and I'll share a little of the excitement with you."

HEE HEE HEE! Worm drops his bum on the cold cellar floor and then stretches out on his back, his limbs spindly as a spider's and his little willy sticking up from his lap like the mast of a model ship. You feel nothing but contempt for the little retch. You pace around him slowly, swaying your hips, mindful of his beady eyes drinking in your naked body.

"That big, strong Olaf was quite a lover," you say. "His cock was one of the biggest I've seen. It felt so good filling me up. Pounding in and out..." you stop at Worm's feet and face him, running your hand down to your bare mons, still pink and slick with spunk. Your finger tease your clit. "...of my hot, little quim."

You step so that your feet are on either side of the little chaun's hips. His eyes are transfixed by the sight of your juicy mound as you stand above him. A rapturous smile spreads across his face.

"My favorite part," you spread your tender lips, openign your inner pinkness to Worm's gaze. As he stares you continue speaking, slowly squatting lower and lower towards his face, "was when that big cock of his...exploded...and pumped me full of his...hot...creamy...spunk."

You settle your creamed cunt onto Worm's mouth. The little beastie's eyes go wide.

"Lick me clean, worm," you command and immediately his tongue wriggles into your soupy snizz, scooping frothy fuck chowder out of your depths and swallowing it obediently. You settle your full weight upon his face, covering him completely beneath your thighs, your pussy swallowing his nose and mouth as you grind down on him like a fucktoy. Though smothered, Worm continues to eagerly comply with your command. You cum hard on his face, flooding his sucking mouth with your pussy juices and Olaf's stale spunk.

"Yes, lick it all up, little Worm. Taste what a real man does for me." You rock your hips and reach down, cupping and spreading your bum so that your arse grinds against his chin. "Don't miss a drop."

When he begins kicking, presumably because he cannot breathe, you lift up, allowing him to gasp a lungful of air, before settling back down, his beard scratchy on your thighs. You continue to ride his mouth until you are satisfied he has licked every possible drip from your well-fucked cunny. Only then do you turn around, your shapely bum over his face, and sit. You spread your cheeks wide with both hands.

"Now the arse," you say and Worm's tongue eagerly finds your pucker. It's coated with the remnants of Olaf's overflowing spunk and Worm eagerly slurps it up, wriggling his tongue between your cheeks and past the tight ring of your rosebud. "Yes, that's right, Worm. You'd better clean my arse good."

You squirm your bum from side to side and sit heavily on him. You feel him screaming against your hole and a moment later his little willy twitches and spurts a rope of spunk into the air. You can't help but laugh and watch as his untouched cock spews out a heavy load that lands on his belly and thighs and soaks his cock.

"Very good," you say, satisfied with his efforts. "I see you've cum without my permission though, so next time I might not let you breathe at all."

You stand and Worm looks up at you adoringly, his face glistening with your juices.

"Help me get dressed," you say, suddenly self-conscious that Olaf or his wife might have seen you entertaining such a pitiful underling.

Worm gets up and obediently helps you into your body suit, corse and chunk boots and together you ascend the stairs and return to the bustling tavern. You feel oddly embarrassed, as if every man there knows you've just been cummed in by Olaf and had your arse eaten by your horrid little companion. The embarrassment fills you with a burst of anger and you gesture at the patrons to get fucked.

You find the room key, wine and crisps behind the bar. At the door to the room you fumble with the key. You pass the wine and crisps off to Worm and snap at him not to look at you. Once inside you practically collapse onto the bed. You pour a cup full of the sour red wine and munch away at the chips. You've only had a few bites when the weariness of the day begins to overwhelm you. And here you are still dressed. It's such an effort to get undressed again after only dressing minutes earlier. Worm looks at you expectantly. And what does that greedy little sprite want?

You feel like going to sleep straight away, but maybe you should undress and relax a bit first. After all, it has been a very long day.