yet another... almost like lord of the rings porn  

MastrandSlav 42M/47F
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7/10/2006 6:16 pm
yet another... almost like lord of the rings porn


The halfling spit on the street and turned like a sentry on the wall, she had worn a dip in the wooden walk over the year she had ruled this corner. The sex business was slow with the merchant caravans out on the supply route and payday nearly a full ten-day away. She had to keep herself entertained thinking up new songs and giving the occasional hand job to a peddler here and there.
“You don’t look so good,” Jhatison chuckled from the post holding the awning over the halfling’s little patrol area. He had snuck up on her and she shrank back with his low, deep voice. Not many people got the jump on this veteran of the streets and back alley shadows.
“Well you broke my nose,” she composed herself but there was no hiding the fear, which raked her body in wild shivers. True to his evaluation, she looked like a raccoon with her two black eyes. She had survived crossing him but did not get away cleanly.
“Did you get what you deserved?” He asked stepping through the cape of darkness into the small light offered by the crescent moon, he held a buoyant smile across his handsome, rugged face. “I am thinking you got away with a small punishment.”
She detected his smile and his genuine spirit. She was forced to return his grin and did so only with a little hesitation, he had broken her nose with the wall, crate, and post he know tapped like a drummer so he did not get the ear to ear smile. “I guess I did get off easy.”
“I am in the mood to celebrate,” he said cupping her ample breast in his hand and finishing his bold move with a long squeeze of her permanently hard nipple. She could not help but shiver and this time it was not fear. He broke your nose, he is trouble, a small voice screamed in her head.
“It will cost you,” she boldly pronounced and tossed her long hair around in an attempt to peak his randy interest. She was a master negotiator. She could talk a babe out of his soother and an old man out of his cane.
He grinned and grabbed both of her nipples, treating them as fleshy leashes as he tugged her back into the darkness. She could not move fast enough to comply. “No it won’t.” His voice held a confident ring in the darkness and she was quite sure there would be no need to fake anything by the time he was done.
“Ok but just this time,” she breathed as he hoisted her with ease and placed her across his shoulder. She usually was a good negotiator but there was something about him that made her forget money.

Jhatison’s apartment was simple but very organized even if it did not have much to crowd it. The guardsman had foregone an actual mattress and had a hammock stretched between two walls in one corner as Little Big Jugs looked back and forth she realized he did not have any furniture.
Little Big Jugs was the whore’s street name but to her family it was Twilin, Twilin of Muddy Burrow but that was a long time ago and full way across the known land.
Her client tonight had left her in the center of the small room and was putting flint and steel together to lend some light on their eventual celebration. The darkness burst into two different sets of gloomy shadows and she knew it was her cue to lose her orange blouse. Halfling women were jokes of evolution, huge breasts and feet but small hands and little noses. She tweaked her nipples for good measure before taking a full breath and facing the man who was making her skin grow goose bumps. She nearly stepped away from him, he had snuck up on her again and off his clothing had flown while she was sizing up this small abode.
Halflings lived up to their human appointed name and stood at best half the height of their human cousins. The crest of Little Big Jugs’ head barely reached Jhatison’s waist and she was not complaining in the least bit because she had his huge, marvelous tool standing rigid right in front of her eyes. She leaned forward, grabbing with both of her small hands and popped it straight into her mouth. Her race did have large mouths, which worked well because they loved to eat and it worked even better for her on this night because she loved to suck.
“There is no need for that,” he cooed running an ever so tender hand through her hair. His gentle touch was a polar opposite to the rough treatment he had heaped on her face when she had set him up for a fall with the guild thugs. “At least not tonight.”
She nodded regretfully licking it from base to angry tip one last time so that it bobbed slowly up and down pointing straight at her grinning face. It looked like a dew covered tree limb to her and she sneaked another nibble on the bulbous purple head. The taste and aroma was lighting her ablaze in all the right areas and she could take her eyes off it.
He stepped forward and it bopped her in the forehead, his hands came down under her arms and he lifted her up in the air. She squealed with glee, anticipating what he had in store for this celebration and her curvy little frame.
Her client, the strong guardsman who did not like to be betrayed, set her down on her back in the hammock with her head dangling over the other side. He spread her chubby legs out wide and hooked them into the hammock so she was pleasantly wide and welcoming to him. His strong hand came down on her chest and he started to mead her hefty breasts like a bakery works over dough, she liked it. His other hand was more utilitarian; splaying her swollen nether lips he dipped a long finger into her warm and juicy hole. Slowly he worked it in and out until he was able to pull it out dripping with her sweet nectar. He used this nectar to smear up and down her flower paying extra attention to her rock hard kernel. His fingertip ran torturous circles around this kernel which was the not to secret source to instant pleasure for a female. She knew now as if there was ever a question that he knew his way around a woman’s fragile body.
Halfling eyes were not large for their bodies but hers were huge saucers of surprise and joy when he slid himself into her. Her internal walls fought the penetration but in the end his huge cock slammed all the way to the bottom of her well. She gasped and arched up to him but this was hard as she was wrapped devilishly into the hammock. Celebration he had promised and a roaring party they were having.
He rocked her back and forth on the hammock with his hands firmly planted on her hips. When he pushed her back so her head would tap into the wall she would beg like a doomed prisoner because the tip of his pink sword would be dangerously close from slipping from the grasp of her convulsing sheath. When he rocked her back toward him she was gasp and lift up from her web, his cock slamming delightfully into the end of her quivering tunnel. Never had she been so truly stuffed and never had she spilled genuine tears of ecstasy, she knew she would feel him and his large tool well into the next day if not the night. The man continued this cycle for the longest time, forcing her over the edge of screaming passion and slowly building her back up only to push her over again. There was no faking in this for her and her essence was flowing freely, freely enough to wash his black curls and run down his muscular legs.
Little Big Jugs pleaded with him to stop but only because she did not know if she could handle another crashing wave of nerve rattling release and it turned out she could not. She moaned and screamed as her body jerked and the darkness caved in. She had passed out.
She awoke lying length wise in the hammock and looked over at him. He was sitting on a blanket on the floor reading by candlelight, his money seemed to have chosen journals and books over furniture. She offered him a weak smile and he returned a content look, he looked so studious with his book lying across his naked lap but still incredibly sexy. She shivered and started a bit in her comfy bed, it felt like he was still inside of her and as she predicted she would feel him long after he was gone. Little Big Jugs hugged herself tightly and was not surprised as she fought silently through her last orgasm of the night. He had not even got close to her.
Just before she feel asleep she thought about buying him a cushioned chair, she would never charge him but she was more than willing to pay for what he did to her on this night.

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