Not well.

As she stood on her knees before the trouserless man, fellatiating him for a some mere bread, Georgina grew more disgusted by the second. This peasant was unwashed and covered in filth just as the nobles had always joked about as the stench of his sweaty balls drifted into her nostrils. Speaking of which, the man **** her hand to them as he wished for her to cup and massage them while he defiled her wet orifice.

Gerorgina had learned about sex long ago from a slutty foreign princess who talked like she'd fucked every man who entered the castle, including some of her brothers. But she herself had had only ever seen a naked man twice before and neither had been a sexual occasion. Her lack of experience made this blowjob more pleasurable from her beauty and attire rather than her skill.

However, the man was reaching his limits and was kind enough to tell georgina to stop and hold out her hands next to her face. She did so, her face twisting from the gross display of the peasant furiously masturbating to her barely clad form on the floor. His prick was as red as his hand pumping his dick for all it had and assuring his load to be heavy and thick. In moments he let go and out burst forth steady stream of semen that ended after a second or two only to be follow several more spurts.

Georgina winced from the first shot that nearly put out her eye, but instead half sprayed her face white and the rest landed in her hand. The other shots of cum hit her cheeks, lips, chin and body with any excess on her face forming a pool in her hand with the first batch. The man fell back into a shelf as she moaned and tried to catch his breath while she still sat there on her calves.

Georgina's hands parted and what didn't fall to her lap left strings of cum clinging to her fingers. Her tongue daringly explored the wetness on her face that soon made her revile the sticky white and its disgusting flavor. For now it was best to wipe it on her body and get that cum off her hands and face before it dried, but that was not to happen.

In the other room, a voice could be heard shouting and accompanying feet stomped on wooden floors. "Alright 'enry! Where are ya?! Get out 'ere with that 'ore of yours!," it cried out as it got louder with each step.

"Oh shite," said the merchant as he was still coming down from his climax.

The door to the stockroom from the main building burst open and a burly woman came rampaging through the doorway. "There you are ya bastard! I'll deal with you after I deal with the 'ore!," her ire filled gaze turned from her husband to the purple haired girl on the floor with his cum on her face. Sensing a bad vibe from the room, Georgina quickly backed up and stood at the same time and barged through the door to the outside.

The angry woman was hot on her trail and now armed with a broom she swung violently over her head. Geoergina was sure her skill could outmatch the woman, but she was hungry and clearly in the wrong having her husband's cum on dripping from her face. So she ran and dodged pedestrians and stalls as she made her way out of town toward the safety of the woods. Too bad the woman was in peak condition, keeping pace with her and even starting to catch up.

Soon the wife was in arms length and reached out to take hold of her adversary by the long purple locks. Georgina found and extra burst of energy within and managed to push ahead a bit, causing the wife to miss and catch her further down at the waist. The two fell to the dirty road and Georgina got up first, looking back to see the woman pulling her face from the road. The girl managed to put some distance between them and escape the wrath of the wife who yelled and swung ger broom around, "Don't ever come back 'ore!"

In the woods, Georgina found a spring with clear water to drink and clean herself of the merchant's musky seed. It was then when she looked down and saw that the woman had latched onto her chainmail skirt and left her with only the metal plates to guard her privates and held on by a single leather strap. She pouted and puffed her checks, angry that she was now even worsely dressed than before and never got any bread.

Now she was left alone in the woods, hungry and barely dressed, unable to walk back to the nearest town for fear of the towering housewife. Georgina cursed the bandits even more as they could have at least left her with her notes and maps as well as she was as good as lost in the vast countryside. Her anger had to wait as she was starving and had only a sword and her hands to hunt with.