Service Belethor(paid)

Belethor looks you over, mentioning he has a way you could make a few Septims. Running the shop could get a bit lonely sometimes, and Belethor needs someone to attend to his needs while he works. You agree, **** for coin, and he quickly shuffles you into a backroom, showing you the outfit you'll be wearing. Calling it an outfit might be too generous. Its a pair of thigh high silk stockings and arm gloves, with a large butt plug. You eye it a bit nervously, but you're in too deep by this point, quickly donning the required clothes. Belethor leads you to the counter, ordering you under. As you get settled, Belethor takes his usual place behind the counter. Only this time his pants are down, putting his cock right in your face. You can hardly see it under the bush of pubes above, a little stumpy thing barely 4 centimeters long and completely flaccid with his balls sagging far below it. You were repulsed by the sight, but dutifully took it into your mouth, pleasuring it with your tongue. It tasted sweaty and stale, and the pubes constantly tickled your face in a way that made your stomach turn. It took him forever to get hard, and when he did it wasn't much bigger. A short and thick 7 centimeter chode. Its head never once left the foreskin, and at his behest you slipped your tongue in, gagging at the taste. Once he got hard he seemed to last forever, and despite his small size you were shocked at just how strong his erection was, as well as the sheer amount of cum his fat sagging balls produced. After two hours, Belethor released you from your service, handing you a mighty sum of coins. Maybe that was worth it?