You took what you'd paid for

You skidded her forward, so that to keep her hands on the wall, she had to bend at the waist, almost ninety degrees, then you slipped her dress up, over her ripe hips, revealing her juicy pussy and still slightly gaping ass.

You guided the tip of your cock into her ass provoking moans of fear. “Oh, you would prefer me to fuck you cunt, whore?”

“Yes, please,” she begged.

“Say it,” you commanded.

“Please, fuck my pussy. Fuck me like the whore I am, bang me until you fill my cooch with your hot cum. Mark me as your bitch, your slut, your ****. You won’t be disappointed in your slut’s tight cunt, I promise, please,” she pleaded.

You smiled as you drove your cock deep into her warm, dripping box with a single thrust, provoking a moan, a squishing noise and a counter-thrust to keep her head from bashing into the wall. You fucked her roughly and quickly, hands on her firm hips, keeping her dress from falling back down as she massaged your cock, and begged you to stay in her cunt, to fuck her good and to put her in her place.

Her breasts shook as she pressed back, grinding herself against you as she took deep, shuddering breaths, sweat beaded her skin and she groaned, getting off on being controlled. As you felt yourself beginning to cum, you decided not to give an orgasm to the woman who’d threatened your manhood, so you slapped her ass firmly, jerking her out of her build-up towards orgasm and accidentally triggering it. Her hands fell from the wall as she screamed her orgasm and she, as a result of your thrusting, quite naturally fell face first into the dirt, ass in the air, you still deep within her cunt, you never stopped thrusting, filling her again and again, until you finally filled her with a load of seed drawn straight up from your balls. You recovered rather more quickly than she did, though you hadn’t suffered head trauma on top of your orgasm. After cleaning yourself up, you rolled her over, checked to make sure she was all right, she was, then woke her up.

“Now, I paid. You fucked, we’re good. You can have this knife that I found, or the rest of your coin, it’s worth a couple of silver, anyway. Which do you want?”

She looked at you, as bitterly as she could given her eyes wouldn’t quite focus and demanded the knife. You dropped it next to the leaking whore and stalked away, back to the inn. Where, after a night filled with dreams of asses unfucked, you were back on your way to the south. A few brief stopovers let you work out the residual tenseness in your pants, but other than that, the trip was very dull...