Over the Counter Fucking

My grin widened as I climbed up onto the counter, my hands gripping Nami’s hips firmly to keep my cock buried deep inside her as she crawled forward to get at the merchant’s groin.

The warmth and slickness surrounding me were overwhelming, her inner walls clinging to my length like they were molded just for me. Thirty minutes of relentless fucking had left her folds slick, pliable, and perfectly shaped to accommodate my girth. It was almost like Alvida’s supernaturally smooth cunt—a thought that made my grin stretch even wider.

Almost.

Juices from Nami’s countless orgasms coated my cock and thighs, mixed with the sticky precum I’d been leaking throughout our session. The musky scent of sex was thick in the air, clinging to both of us and the counter beneath her. Every subtle motion she made sent a wet squelch echoing through the shop, obscene and unrelenting.

The shopkeeper sat nervously on his stool, his hanger-shaped hair wobbling slightly as he fidgeted with his sleeves. His gaze darted between Nami’s calculating expression and the veiny shaft of my cock, which disappeared and reappeared slightly with each subtle grind of her hips.

“So,” Nami said sharply, her tone all business despite her completely debauched state. “What kind of discount are we talking about here? Because I’m not doing this for a measly ten percent.”

The shopkeeper cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing bright red. “Madam, I assure you, the discount will be… proportional to the quality of the, ah, service provided,” he stammered, his eyes flicking nervously between her and my cock still snugly buried inside her.

Nami snorted, her sharp wit cutting through the tension like a blade. “Proportional, huh? That sounds vague. Let’s put some numbers on the table, shall we?” She leaned forward slightly, her orange hair spilling over her shoulders as she rested her elbows on the counter.

The movement **** her back into a deep, glorious arch, her lithe frame curving perfectly as her hips stayed high in the air. From where I was sitting, it gave me the most incredible view of her round, perky ass bouncing slightly with every subtle movement she made.

Her pussy gripped me tightly, her slick warmth a constant, tantalizing reminder of just how deep I was inside her. The rhythmic contractions of her walls were almost involuntary, reacting to my size in a way that made me chuckle quietly. She shifted again, rocking her pelvis in small, subtle motions that emphasized the heart-shaped curve of her hips.

I was thoroughly entertained. But what intrigued me most was how completely unbothered Nami seemed by my presence.

Was it the auto-normality effect? Normal to have this normal dude’s big dick in me? Or was it something else? I chuckled to myself as her hips shifted ever so slightly, her movements almost automatic, like her body couldn’t help but respond to me.

She was rubbing back and forth on my cock—not enough to distract her from the negotiation, but just enough to make me wonder. Is she really getting off on this while negotiating?

“Thirty percent off,” Nami said sharply, her tone cutting through my thoughts.

The shopkeeper gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “Thirty? My dear, that’s outrageous! I couldn’t possibly—”

“Twenty-five, then,” she interrupted, grinding her hips subtly against me as she pressed her point. “And don’t even think about going lower. You’ve been ogling him this whole time. Think of this as a win for both of us.”

I let out a quiet laugh, leaning over her slightly as my hands slid down to her waist. “You seem pretty comfortable with me here,” I teased, my voice low and amused.

She didn’t even glance back at me. “You’re useful,” she muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Now shut up and let me do the talking.”

Her hips rolled again, pressing me deeper, and I grinned. Definitely a happy big-cock slut.

The shopkeeper cleared his throat, his gaze flickering nervously behind her at the prime slab of cock, no doubt.

“Madam,” he said delicately, his voice pitched higher than usual, “I could potentially go as high as… forty percent with an alternative arrangement.”

Nami raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Alternative arrangement?” she repeated, her tone tinged with curiosity. This wasn’t the direction her opponent was supposed to go during haggling. What kind of idiot starts increasing his offer like this?

Her sharp focus was momentarily interrupted as Huge Dick shifted behind her, his hips withdrawing slightly, the sensation making her clench instinctively. Put it back in, you dick! she thought irritably, though she didn’t say it aloud.

“Yes,” the shopkeeper said, his words rushing out nervously. “Forty percent… in exchange for, ah… myself… giving the oral service.”

The room went silent for a moment. Nami’s sharp mind quickly pieced together his meaning, but she stayed still, her face hidden as she weighed her response. Behind her, the idiot grunted—a low, distracted sound, probably too fascinated by the sight of his massive cock emerging from her pussy, glistening with their combined juices, to fully take notice of what was being said.

“You want to blow him?” Nami finally said, her lips curling into a sly smirk. She glanced back over her shoulder, her tone filled with amusement as her sharp eyes caught the hint of Huge Dick's oblivious expression. “Seriously?”

The shopkeeper nodded earnestly, his hanger-shaped hair bobbing. “Madam, it is not every day one encounters such… magnificent equipment. It would be an honor to provide the service in exchange for the discount.”

Nami bit her lip, trying not to laugh. The sheer absurdity of the situation was almost too good. Her fuckboy, oblivious as ever, was now on a gradual in-stroke; his cockhead, fat and swollen, spread her wide as he entered. Inch after inch of his fat, veiny shaft following.

Still completely unaware of the shopkeeper’s offer.

She was tempted to mess with him, to see how he’d react if she played along.

But she stopped herself.

As funny as it would be to watch him get his panties in a twist over the idea, she liked her “magic orgasm machine” exactly where it was—inside her. No sense in potentially grossing him out and risking him taking his cock and going home.

Instead, she smirked and shot the shopkeeper a glance. “Tempting,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But I think I’ll stick with the original plan. He’s good where he is.”

The shopkeeper looked briefly disappointed but nodded graciously. “As you wish, madam. The offer stands, should you reconsider.”

Nami chuckled softly, rolling her hips slightly to emphasize her point as she settled back against Huge Dick. Every inch of that bastard of a cock nestled nice and snug in the tightness of her cunt. Right where it belonged.

“Oh, I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her sharp eyes glinting with amusement as she looked back at her oblivious partner. “But for now, let’s just stick with what’s working.”

The idiot behind her grinned, completely missing the underlying humor of the moment. “Damn right,” he said, gripping her hips as he prepared to get back to business.

He pistoned back and forth in Nami, her slick walls clenching and pulsing as his relentless thrusts sent shockwaves through her body. But she wasn’t just focused on the massive prick behind her—she had a deal to close.

Nami’s sharp eyes zeroed in on the shopkeeper, her lips curling into a smirk as she reached for his belt with practiced ease. The man’s hanger-shaped hair wobbled nervously as she freed his cock, her nimble fingers working efficiently to expose his modest length. It was rock-hard, though she noted with a sniff of disdain that the erection was clearly not for her.

Another tiny oar, she thought, rolling her eyes internally as she surveyed the unremarkable specimen. But she was a pragmatist at heart. If sucking this uninspired dick meant she could walk out with a haul of dresses without spending a single berry, then so be it.

Without hesitation, she leaned down into his lap below the counter, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. That Nami was a skilled and practiced giver of blowjobs was self-evident in every motion. Her oral cavity seemed designed for this purpose, her tongue moving with calculated precision as she worked the shopkeeper’s cock with smooth, steady strokes.

The modest length docked snugly between her lips, not even close to tickling the back of her throat, but she didn’t let that deter her. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside before sliding down the shaft in a motion so fluid it felt mechanical. The shopkeeper groaned, his hands trembling as they hovered awkwardly near her head, clearly unsure if he should touch her.

Behind her, Fuckboy's massive cock continued to stretch her pussy with every relentless thrust, the obscene wet sounds of their connection filling the room. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her with unrestrained ****. Each thrust made her ass jiggle, the rhythmic slap of their bodies adding to the lewd symphony of the moment.

Nami’s body was caught between two very different men—one rutting idiot behind her with the most incredible dick she’d ever encountered, and another in front of her, whose unremarkable cock she was expertly milking for a twenty-five percent discount.

Her sharp mind remained focused even as her body betrayed her with another orgasm building deep within her core. The dual sensations were overwhelming: Huge Dick's huge cock pressing against every sensitive spot inside her, his girthy length stretching her to her limits, while the shopkeeper’s smaller prick slid effortlessly in and out of her mouth, her tongue working with the precision of a well-tuned machine.

The shopkeeper groaned, his head tipping back as Nami’s skilled mouth worked him over. Her sharp tongue teased and coaxed, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she created just the right amount of suction. Every movement was deliberate, calculated, designed to wring the maximum pleasure out of the moment while keeping the transaction firmly in her control.

“You’re… exceptional,” the shopkeeper stammered, his voice trembling with awe. “A true artist, madam.”

Nami snorted softly around his cock, her sharp eyes flicking up to meet his flustered gaze. Damn right I am, she thought, though she didn’t pause her work. Her tongue swirled around the head again before sliding back down the shaft, her movements fluid and unrelenting.

Behind her, Idiot let out a grunt, his grip on her hips tightening as he leaned forward slightly, his breath hot against her neck. “Damn, Nami,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

She pulled her mouth off the shopkeeper’s cock just long enough to glare over her shoulder. “Shut up, dick-for-brains,” she snapped, her tone sharp despite the breathlessness in her voice.

And with that, she bent back down, her mouth enveloping the shopkeeper’s cock once more as Huge Dick resumed his relentless thrusting.

The shopkeeper groaned, his hands trembling as they hovered awkwardly above her head, unsure if he should touch her. But Nami was in complete control, her sharp mind fully focused on extracting every ounce of value from the situation.

Behind her, the fuckboy had other plans. His grip on her hips tightened as he pounded into her with renewed vigor, his thick cock stretching her slick pussy with every relentless thrust. Each movement jolted her forward, forcing her nose closer to the shopkeeper’s groin.

“Hey, watch it!” she snapped, briefly pulling her mouth off the shopkeeper’s cock to glare over her shoulder. “I’m trying to work here.”

He smirked, clearly unfazed by her sharp tone. “So am I,” he replied, his hands sliding up her waist as he shoved her forward, his thrusts sending her tumbling closer to the shopkeeper.

Nami gasped as her balance faltered, her head falling into the shopkeeper’s lap as the strong thrusts pushed her further forward. She landed with her plush breasts squished against the man’s thighs, her hands grasping his seat to steady herself. The shopkeeper’s modest cock pressed firmly against her lips, and with nowhere else to go, she opened her mouth to take him in again.

Her sharp glare turned into muffled frustration as her nose pressed into the shopkeeper’s musty pubes, the coarse hair tickling her nostrils as she worked his length with renewed vigor. Her tongue moved with mechanical precision, her lips creating a tight seal as she bobbed her head rhythmically. The wet slurping noises she made were punctuated by her muffled grunts as the idiot continued to pound into her from behind, his massive cock driving her hips forward with every thrust.

“Wow,” came the muttered voice, thick with amusement as he watched her squirm. “You really like sucking dick, huh?”

Nami’s eyes flashed with annoyance, though her response was muffled by the shopkeeper’s cock still nestled in her mouth She clenched tightly around Huge Dick's length in retaliation, the sudden pressure making him groan.

The obscene tableau was undeniable: Nami, squished into a little fuckpackage of swinging tits and ass, her flushed face buried in the shopkeeper’s lap, while the fuckboy's relentless thrusts sent her body jolting with every impact. Her breasts swayed wildly with each movement, the weight of them bouncing squashed between her chest and the merchant's thighs as her hips rocked back to meet Huge Dick's punishing rhythm.

The shopkeeper groaned loudly, his hands trembling as he finally gave in and gripped her head, guiding her movements as she expertly worked him over.

“Face-first in his lap and still taking me like a champ,” came the smug comment behind her along with a sharp slap to her ass. “You really are something.”

Nami’s muffled response was unintelligible, her focus entirely on the task at hand as she balanced the dual demands of her situation. But even as she worked, her sharp mind remained keenly focused on her goal rather than lingering on her discomfort or embarrassment.

Twenty-five percent off a haul she hadn’t even intended to buy? And all on a moron's dime?

Priceless.