The Shagging Centaur Inn
A mature tavern owner charms a wandering minstrel.
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Servicing a serviceman.
Julia could still taste the cum in her mouth. Smiling, she kept wiping down the counter, moving the dirty rag in her hand in tight circles across the polished wood. It had been a bit reckless of her, to leave the bar unattended. But what could she do? It's not every day a strapping young soldier, fresh from the front, comes into your bar; and compliments your appearance. She simply had to thank him. After all; he s keeping the homeland free of marauders, and colonizers.
And what could be better thanks for this gorgeous bloke, than a quick and messy blowjob, in the storeroom; while all his soldier friends wait at the table, none the wiser? The look on his face, when she'd taken his hand, and led him behind the bar; had been priceless! But not as priceless as his face, when she closed the storeroom door, and dropped to her knees.
After the shock had worn off, he'd been quite a gentleman. Now gasping politely as she worked her lips up and down his shaft, never once cursing, or pulling her hair. Not that she minded when men did that, but it was nice to meet a guy with manners, every once in a while. Even if he had unloaded close to a gallon of semen into her mouth, when he finally came.
Julia checked the bodice of her Bavarian Dirndl, making sure the copious jizz hadn t dibbled onto her impressive cleavage, or the straining cotton lacing that heaved her bulging tits, such that they perpetually threatened to pour out of the low d colletage. Bavarian women knew a thing or two about the power of tits to charm a virile man. Julia s beautiful body was the unspoken mascot of the Inn. Mention the Shagging Centaur to any traveler of the isle, and they would all harken back to the vision of Julia s wonderful cleavage.
She ran her tongue around her mouth again. A bit bitter, but as come went, not too bad. At least he tasted better than some of the other men she'd blown behind the bar. She hoped he'd come back soon. Some nights her pussy ached for a reaming. Tonight her nipples were craving a man s massage. They pressed hard outward, on the stout fibers of the white blouse
Julia chuckled to herself. Gawd, she was bad. But she did it so well. And after all, didn't people always say that the best thing you can do in life, is to bring joy to everyone you meet? And if there was one thing Julia was good at, it was bringing joy to people. Sometimes several times a night.
The truth was, Julia loved what she did. Watching someone cum, gave her a sense of supreme satisfaction, whether it was on her, in her, or just because of her. She'd never forget the time she finished a man off, just by whispering into his ear. She couldn't believe it when she heard him start to groan, and watched as his cock twitched, shooting out jet after jet of sticky white semen all over his muffling hands, and dripping down his legs.
It made her feel so sexy to know men lusted after her. And while she had to admit, she was occasionally guilty of leading them on; she always made sure to give them at least a little satisfaction. Honestly, if she wasn't the proprietor and sole employee of the Shagging Centaur, she probably would have been sacked years ago, with the number of men she'd dragged upstairs after hours. One of the perks of being the landlady.
Looking up as she wiped down the varnished wood countertop, Julia's eyes scanned across the bar, taking in the few patrons she had, sat around tables, drinking from tankards and talking amongst themselves. It was likely to be a quiet night. She sighed. Ah well, she'd already had her fun. No need to get cock-greedy.
Reminiscing with the Dwarf.
Of the people in the bar, Julia knew most of them already. In the enchanted Isle of Galbriath; Hollydour was a small town. And the Shagging Centaur was its only real tavern, which meant as the proprietor and barmaid, very few people slipped past her. Looking out across the bar, she saw a variety of familiar faces, humans, dwarves, and even the occasional half-ling as well.
Off to the side, near the fire, two old men sat in comfortable silence, each nursing a glass of brandy. Towards the door, a group of young hussies, probably no more than eighteen; giggled amongst themselves, happily. All around her, the common folk of the town sat, enjoying the calm atmosphere, after a hard day s work in the fields.
That was the other reason Julia loved working here. After her long life of excitement and adventure, it was nice to live and let live; in a place as peaceful as Hollydour. Sure, the occasional passionate liaison certainly spiced things up a bit, but for the most part, she was content to live at a slower pace. After all, there was more than one way to satisfy people, and most of the time a hot meal, cold drink, and warm fire were all they needed. Julia was happy to provide. Her Inn offered a sandwich or soup for a hungry stomach, A range of beverages for the soul; and she could let a room, to the traveler holding over til the morrow.
Letting out a content sigh, she stepped back from the polished bar, admiring her work. The wood had certainly seen better days, but at least it wasn't sticky anymore. She chuckled to herself.
Looking up, her smile widened, as she saw a familiar face walking through the door, heading towards the bar.
"Afternoon Brungard"
Making his way to the bar, the grizzled old dwarf smiled up at Julia with a lopsided grin. "Afternoon lovely!" Hopping up onto a bar stool, Brungard heaved his burly arms down onto the counter with a grunt. Julia turned to grab a tankard.
"Same as always?"
The dwarf chuckled. "Same as always."
Julia flashed him a smile and reached up to one of the kegs behind the bar. Filling the tankard with care, she turned back and put it down in front of her old friend. "Good day?"
The dwarf grunted. "Same old crap, but yeah, not too bad."
"How's the apprentice?"
Brungard shook his head. "He's keen, I'll give him that, but the lad wouldn't know a pair of tongs from a turnip if I didn't keep reminding him."
Julia laughed, resting a hand on the bar as she lent on her arm. "That bad, huh?"
"Ah, he'll get the hang of it. Just as long as he keeps his mind on his blacksmithing instead of every pretty little thing that walks by. I swear, flash that boy a nice pair of legs and he'll be dead in the head for hours." Shaking his head again, the dwarf took a swig from his tankard, as Julia chuckled.
"Like you're one to talk, Mr. Stouthammer. I was with you back in Fellscar, remember? The way you went through those chaste elven girls, anyone would've thought you'd been celibate your entire life!" The pair shared another chuckle.
"Fair point, fair point. But I wasn't in charge of a forge then. No, I was still in my 'glory days'" The dwarf took another swig. Julia sighed, thinking back to her days travelling the world. There'd been a few more of them, then; besides Brungard and herself. Salia, the dark-skinned mage from distant Surket Sha, Aeron Greenstrider, the stern elven ranger.
And of course, Sir Michael Carthwaite.
Julia smiled to herself. Of course, he hadn't been a knight when they'd traveled together. That was a title he'd been given much later. She wondered where he was now. Still serving the queen of Amara as her royal consort. Lucky bastard, she thought.
She missed Michael. Perhaps she should write him a letter.
"Weren't we all." She sighed out, speaking in mock-wistfulness "Oh, to be young again."
The dwarf bellowed out a laugh that filled the tavern. "Young again? Hah! You never knew me when I was young, little missy! I was already well past a hundred by the time you were born!" Julia laughed along with her old friend.
"Fair point, but we can't all live as long as you. Some of us are only human."
"Huh, yeah. Don't I know it." The old dwarf went back to his cup. "Heard anything from the others?"
"No, not in a while. Salia used to write, but we lost touch two or three years ago. It's a long way to send, after all, and what with the war in the hinterlands." Julia let her sentence trail off. The Gaelic tribes don t trust us and the Anglos only send exorcist missionaries to this isle. We only get news when a fugitive comes, needing sanctuary from the Scots.
Salia had always been a close friend of hers, and as they'd grown older she'd hoped they'd stay in touch better. But, as the years went on, and their lives took them to different continents, things had become a little trickier. Still, she'd never forget all the wild nights they'd shared together, in their mercenary days; drinking till they blacked out. Of course, waking up with all sorts of strangers, not always in the same town they started in. Hell, once or twice they'd even woken up together, and only sometimes with someone else in between!
Julia smiled. She missed her travelling companions. "What about you? Any news?"
The dwarf shook his head. "No, not a word. But then again, when did I?" Brungard chuckled.
"Gotta admit though, I do miss those days. Julia said with longing in her soul. Living on the road, nothing to tie me down, exploring forgotten places just for the hell of it."
The old dwarf smirked. "Killing things for money, then pissing it away on drinks and hookers."
Julia chuckled along with him. "Yeah, those really were the days. But still, we couldn't do it forever, could we?"
"No. Gotta settle down sometime. But hell, nothing wrong with a bit of harmless reminiscing." The dwarf finished his drink, with a long, satisfied 'ah'. Popping a gold coin down on the bar, he got up from his stool and straightened his belt.
"Well, I better be off. Gonna be a busy day tomorrow. Some duke's ordered gold-plated horseshoes for his stallion, and gods know I'm not letting the boy deal with it." Heading for the door, he called over his shoulder. "Thanks for the drink, Jules. And the chat." Julia smiled.
"A pleasure as always. See you tomorrow."
"See ya tomorrow" With that, the dwarf made his way back across the bar, and disappeared through the front door, leaving Julia alone with her thoughts again. She picked up his tankard, and emptied out the last few dregs of ale, before rinsing it in the steaming tub of water and wiping it over with her cloth and putting it back behind the bar. As she ducked down, to straighten the tankard stock, she heard the door open again.
A minstrel s visit.
As she came back up, Julia saw a face she didn't recognize. Making his way across the room was a young man, tall and slender, with a neatly pointed beard and dark hair slicked back over a handsome face. His tall riding boots clacked against the floorboards, and as he walked, he looked side to side, taking in the room as a faint self-assured smile played across his lips.
Strapped to his back, Julia could see a lute. She grinned. He was a minstrel.
Reaching the bar, the young man flashed her a charming smile and lent an arm casually on the polished wood.
"Good afternoon madam." His voice dripped with charisma. Julia felt something inside her flutter. "A pint of; well, whatever you recommend." The minstrel smiled again. Julia threw her rag over her shoulder and lent in close.
"Well, that depends on your pallet, good sir. What do you prefer; strong, or sweet?"
The man laughed a warm and pleasant sound. "Why not both? But, if I had to pick, I'd say sweet. Although I'm sure whatever you suggest will satisfy me perfectly."
Julia stood back up straight. "Well, I do aim to satisfy." Picking up a clean tankard, she turned her back to the minstrel, filling it with mead. She couldn't help but grin to herself. It had been a while since someone so charming had come into the Centaur, let alone a fellow musician, and she couldn't help but delight in his appearance.
Turning back, she put the cup down in front of him and held out her hand. "There. That'll be five copper, my dear." The minstrel gave her a nod of appreciation, and from within his gilded green tunic, he withdrew a silver coin, which he flicked down into her hand. "Keep the change, as a symbol of my gratitude."
Julia's mouth split into a wide smile. Looking at the coin in her palm, she passed her other hand over it, dispelling the magic cast on it. As she did, the bright silver color faded to a dull copper, and she held it up for the young man to see.
"I'm terribly sorry, my good sir, but it seems you're a little short."
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the minstrel let out a nervous chuckle. "Ah, sorry about that. Here." His cheeks blushing red with embarrassment, the young man took out his coin purse and handed Julia another silver piece. "Real, this time, I promise."
With a smile, Julia made a show of slipping the coin into her cleavage, and lent forwards across the bar again. "Thank you, kind sir. Although, I suggest you check the rest of your possessions for such 'enchantments'. We wouldn't want you giving illusionary money to someone else, now would we?"
Again, the minstrel chuckled nervously. "Yes, quite!" Regaining some of his composure, the minstrel took a drink from his cup and smiled.
"Divine, just like the woman who served it."
"You flatter me, sir." Julia said with a warm smile; her eyes locked onto his.
"I should hope so." The minstrel winked.
Julia couldn't help but feel charmed by the young man, who reached out a delicate hand towards her. "Emilio Darius, musician, storyteller, and wanderer down life's great highway; at your service."
Amused, Julia thought; an Italian? Perhaps Romany? How exotic! She offered out her hand for him to take, and as he planted a gentle kiss on her knuckles, she replied "Julia Wildblossom. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Darius."
Looking up, Emilio gave her a wink "I assure you, madam, the pleasure is all mine". Withdrawing her hand, Julia hummed in amusement as the minstrel stood up straight again, taking another drink from his mead. Turning back to the room, Emilio surveyed the other patrons.
"May I ask, Madam, if you have any entertainment planned for the evening patrons?"
Julia shook her head.
"Then, would it be alright if I played a few songs? I'll keep it brief, and I won't ask for anything in return, except potentially your applause. My hat will be upturned at my feet, if your patrons wish to pitch a coin of gratuity." Gesturing to the room, Emilio added: "I'm sure your patrons would appreciate a little light music, to go with their sating drinks."
Chuckling in amusement, Julia nodded again. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. It's been quite a while since we've had any music in the place." Looking up to the ceiling in mock wistfulness, Julia sighed out "I do sometimes think about getting my old harpsichord down, every once in a while; but if I did that, who would watch the bar and attend serving?"
Emilio cocked an eyebrow. "A fellow musician?"
Julia chuckled. "Oh of course. Or at least, I used to be, back in my youth. In fact, I was quite the musical savant."
The young man smirked. "Well, perhaps you could show me a thing or two; later this evening?"
"Oh, I'd love to." Julia flashed him a flirtatious smile, and she placed her arms onto the counter and leaned her chest into her crossed arms. He stood there in a trance, staring at the luscious tits and especially the bit of dark areola that crept out of the white blouse. Satisfied, she winked him out of his trance, before turning back to her bar. The minstrel let out a chuckle and made his way towards the back corner of the room.
As she watched him go, over her shoulder; Julia couldn't help but chuckle to herself. It'd been a while since she'd met someone quite so charming, and charm-able; and as she pulled a pin from her gathered hair, and let the chestnut locks flow down onto her soft bare shoulders. She glanced over at the tall grandfather clock in the corner. There were still a few more hours before closing. She hoped she could wait that long.
As he passed the group of girls by the door, Julia heard them giggling, and turned around just in time to see him greet them a wink. Asking if they re celebration an occasion, one of the girls conveyed it s her 19th birthday.
Oh, well that calls for a celebration in deed! he said before slipping the lute from his back. Taking his place in the corner, he addressed the room, introducing himself in a very similar way to the way he had to Julia.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my very great honor to perform for you tonight." The way he stressed 'ladies' while nodding to the lasses and then the barmaid; almost made Julia burst out with laughter. He really was a walking stereotype. Continuing on, Emilio gestured humble towards his heart.
"I'm not asking for your money, don't worry, your appreciation is all the pay I need. Yet I will not deprive you of an opportunity to show gratitude in the expression of your free choice. As he tuned the strings, the lasses quietly conferred, the several of them dug in their purses. The custom in those lands was to present a gift, if you wished to have a dedicated tune, or a certain song performed. The tall redhead stepped forward, dropping a handful of coins in his hat; A birthday tune, if you will, kind minstrel? For Emmy s 19th Birthday.
Emilio nodded. Soon his strings were tuned, and he announced; My first song is dedicated to Emmy. Today is a very special day. Emmy s friends want us all to wish her a happy birthday. The charming minstrel took Emmy s hand and gracefully pulled her to her feet. His other hand slid her chair over to the corner, near his hat. He rotated the chair to face the patrons and gestured her to take her seat.
He then played a well-known folk tune of birthday wishes, and gestured for everyone to join in the chorus. The tavern came to life with the loud refrain. Emmy blushed and the other lasses were greatly pleased with her embarrassment. The song ended and Emilio took her hand as the crowd applauded. Guiding her to her feet, Emilio bowed, then nodded to the lass to curtsy. The girl then quickly slid her chair back to the table and she hid her blushing face in her hands.
Julia smirked; Sure, along with a few hours upstairs between your legs, Julia thought to herself, as she saw the girls giggling amongst themselves again. She didn't mean to be hard on the man, but he wasn't the first wandering musician she'd met. Hell, she'd been one herself, and she knew exactly what he was after. Drinks, sex, and a chance to show off.
She'd been exactly the same when she'd been travelling the world. She couldn't count the number of times she and her friends had arrived in some small town, made their way to the local tavern with whatever gold they still had, and set about making a nuisance of themselves. It'd start off harmlessly enough, but before long there she'd be, harpsichord in hand, singing some bawdy song while eyeing up every guy in the crowd, looking for the right one to carry her off upstairs for a night of wild passion.
She smirked to herself. Those were the days.
As she watched the attractive young man begin to pluck out the first notes of his song, she couldn't help but stare, resting against the bar as he began to sing. His voice was sweet and fair, and carried a tone she recognized immediately. She cocked an eyebrow and listened intently as he got into the swing of the song. All around her, the tavern patrons stopped what they were doing, and turned towards Emilio, lowering their drinks and listening as he started to weave an epic tale, his beautiful voice carrying across the room with a clarity and passion few had heard before.
Soon, everyone in the tavern was enthralled by his performance. Standing alone, lute in hand, the minstrel seemed to glow faintly, as his music enraptured the attention of even the most dyspeptic drinkers. To anyone watching, the young man might have seemed like a god, the most amazing musician they'd ever heard, but Julia knew better. Deep in the tremor of his voice, she recognized a power she hadn't heard in a long time. Emilio was casting a spell. A spell that would make his audience even more susceptible to his charms.
Deep within the music he played, the minstrel had woven a subtle enchantment; so tiny, no-one would notice unless they knew what to listen for. But Julia knew. She knew because she'd used the same spell, countless times. Leaning further against the bar, she smiled in amusement as the minstrel plucked the strings of his instrument, his adoring audience none the wiser to the magic they were under.
He was good, she had to admit, but not as good as her.
Coming to the end of the song, the young man gave a short half-bow, as his audience burst out into applause. Drinking in the attention for a moment, he stood back up straight, moving his hands back to his instrument and beginning a new song.
Julia, amused, turned her attention back to her bar. Well, might as well take the opportunity to tidy up a bit while all her patrons were distracted with Emilio's melodic voice. Grabbing her rag, she went back to cleaning, making sure to check over her shoulder every once in a while, to make sure everything was alright.
Well, partly to make sure everything was alright. Sure, she wasn't under the effects of his spell, but that didn't mean Emilio wasn't an incredibly talented musician, and as she worked, his song in the background, Julia couldn't help but think about how nice it'd be to have someone here full time. Looking over at him, admiring his handsome face as he joyfully strummed his instrument, she wondered if he'd accept.
Probably not. After all, it didn't really seem his style, as a, what did he call himself, a 'wanderer down life's great highway'? The barmaid chuckled to herself.
Looking up again, for just a second she saw Emilio staring at her. He caught her eye, just for an instant, before turning back to his adoring crowd, a look of surprise on his face. Julia chuckled again. He probably didn't get many people resisting his enchantments. She went back to cleaning the bar and enjoyed the rest of his performance.
The enchantment.
As his last song came to an end, the minstrel thanked everyone for listening. "Remember, life is always better with a song!" Bowing low, one arm extended, Emilio slung his instrument back over his shoulder, and amid the raucous applause of the gathered townsfolk, took his felt hat and made his way to the bar. Julia smirked as she saw the table of village girls swooning in the background. She shook her head. They had no idea.
Approaching the landlady, Emilio lent forward against the polished wood of the counter, breathing heavily but smiling wide.
"Out of breath?"
"Only a little" the minstrel replied. "It's been a while since I've had such a responsive crowd." He turned back towards the room, before looking up at Julia. "You don't often get musicians wandering in, do you?"
Julia shook her head. "No, not as often as I'd like. Especially not ones with such, stage presence."
Emilio laughed at her choice of words. "I see. Well, I am often complimented on my; presence." He flashed Julia a half smile. "I dare say, the girls on that table seemed particularly enthralled."
"Oh, I'm sure they were. A handsome man like you? You're bound to cause a stir wherever you go. I ll probably need to wipe their chairs dry." Julia shifted her body weight forward, pushing her chest out a little more, as she lent on the bar.
"Well, I'd hate to cause too much of a stir. Pretty girls can get a man thrown out of town."
Julia smirked. "Oh, don't worry. I won't let anyone throw you out. I'm sure I could find somewhere around here to hide you."
Emilio raised an eyebrow conspiratorially. "Hide me?"
"Why yes. We've got plenty of quiet, secluded rooms, here at the Centaur. Places no-one would catch us. You'd be quite safe there."
"Really? And where might these places be." The minstrel's mouth curled up into a mischievous smile, as he gently stroked his pointed beard. In response, Julie giggled teasingly.
"Oh, I can't tell you that out here. Then they wouldn't be hidden, would they?
"Well, perhaps you could show me, then?"
The two grinned at each other across the bar, eyes sparkling as they flirted. Breaking the tension, Julia stood up again, stepping back from the bar.
"Later, darling. I still have a tavern to run. And you have several patrons behind you, wishing a word or gratuity. You don t dare ignore them further."
Turning away, she made sure to sway her hips seductively, as she made her way towards the stockroom. "I'm just going to grab some clean cups. Don't go anywhere now." With a wink, she disappeared through the doorway, leaving Emilio sat at the bar.
As soon as the door closed, she started grinning like a lunatic. Oh, he was good, he was very good. She couldn't wait to see what other talents the young man had. She chuckled to herself. Gods above, she wasn't going to be able to keep this up much longer. If she didn't get him upstairs, and between her legs soon, she might explode.
Grabbing the cups, she returned to the main room, stacking them under the counter with a smile. Popping back up, she saw Emilio, still sat smugly at the end of the bar, with a full tankard, and a heavier felt hat.
"You were right, my dear, you really shouldn't leave the bar unattended." Julia gave him a look of mock annoyance. In response, he chuckled, and took a sip from his tankard, only to splutter in confusion. Wiping his mouth, he looked up to see a laughing Julia.
"You're absolutely right, otherwise someone might decide to drink a cup of vinegar."
A look of confusion crossed the minstrel's face as he looked down at his tankard, before a thin smile spread across his lips. Nodding his head slowly, he put the glass down. "I see, very clever. Tell me, do you often play tricks on your patrons?"
Julia smirked. "Only the ones who steal from the bar." Reaching out, she ran her hand over his drink, dispelling the illusion she'd cast on it. "Besides, do you often cast enchantments on your audiences?"
Now it was the young man's turn to smirk. "Only the ones I like." Taking the tankard, he was careful to sniff it this time before taking a drink. "I have to say, I was very impressed when I saw you looking away. You must be a very talented spell caster."
"What can I say? I'm a woman of many talents." Julia gently ran her fingers across the back of Emilio's hand.
"And what might those talents be?"
Leaning in, the barmaid whispered into his ear. "Why don't you come upstairs and I'll show you?"
Emilio's smile grew even wider, and as he finished his drink, he stood up, and made his way around the bar, offering her his hand. She took it gracefully.
"Lead the way".
Charmers and Seducers.
Crashing through the door to Julia's bedroom, the two minstrels already had their arms wrapped around each other, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Barely remembering to close the door behind them, Julia giggled as Emilio pushed her up against the wall, his hands wrapped around her waist in a sensual embrace, tilting his head as he leant forward to kiss her.
She kissed back, opening her mouth to let in his tongue. Pulling him close, the barmaid began to grind her hips sensually against the minstrel's crotch, while their tongues danced in an intense tongue kiss, each doing their best to show off their dexterity.
Breaking away for a moment, Emilio pulled back to admire her, his eyes glancing across her face with obvious desire. Julia bit her lip seductively, meeting his gaze with a look of playful attraction.
Without a word, the minstrel lunged forward again, and Julia shut her eyes as she felt his mouth connect with hers. She had to admit, she was extremely impressed. The way his tongue slide so smoothly across her own, she knew Emilio wasn't new to this. But then again, neither was she. Running her fingers across the back of his neck, she let out a soft mewl, before gently biting down on his bottom lip, pulling back just enough to make him gasp with arousal. She could clearly feel the bulge in his trousers, pressed tight against her own aching sex, and hoped it really was as big as it felt.
Still kissing her intensely, she felt Emilio's hands starting to move up and down her sides, caressing her through her clothing. She shivered in anticipation as his hands found the waistband of her long skirt, and for a moment she thought he would slip his hands inside, but instead she felt him move up higher again.
Soon, he had her face cupped in his hands, and as he pulled away from her, lips still locked to hers, she decided it was time to move things forward. Grabbing the front of his tunic, she deftly undid the ties, pulling it off him as he shrugged it past his shoulders.
Moving his hands down her body once again, Julie felt him tug at the laced bow of her underbust. In a similarly dexterous display, he untied it and helped her slip the constraining bodice off. The two giggled playfully between kisses as they undressed each other, running their hands across each other's bodies as layer by layer their clothes fell away.
Breaking the kiss, Julia tugged at the fabric of Emilio's shirt, practically tearing it off him as he revealed his lean, muscular chest. Running her hands across his abs, she looked up at him, a mischievous smile on her lips.
He smirked down at her, a similar look in his eyes. "Do you like what you see?"
Julia giggled and kissed his chest. "Not as much as I like what I feel." Sliding her hand down his torso.
Emilio gasped in surprise as Julia gripped the bulge in his trousers with her hand. She grinned up at him, before letting go and slipping her own thin white blouse off, freeing her plump, pendulous tits for him to see.
A look of hunger flashed across his face, and before she knew it his hands were back on her, kneading and caressing her erect nipples, his mouth on her neck, kissing and biting playfully up to her ear as she sighed and chuckled with pleasure. Soon, she felt his mouth moving lower, down her shoulder to her chest, taking her long thick nipple into his mouth.
Julia gasped, resting her head back against the wall, as Emilio's tongue circled her tender tit. Ok, he was Really good. Curling her fingers through his hair, she continued to sigh and coo as the young man sucked and pulled on her nipple with his teeth, his other hand cupping her other tit, his thumb rolling and pinching her other nipple, intimately.
Breaking away from her chest, Emilio smiled as he heard Julia groan in frustration. She'd been enjoying that, but as the minstrel pulled her close to him again, she knew this was only the beginning.
A smug look on his face, her lover lent in close, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "Sorry, were you enjoying that?"
Julia chuckled. "Maybe; I have to admit, you do have quite a skilled mouth. And not just for singing."
Emilio's face only looked smugger. "Well, what can I say. I've been told I have something of a silver tongue." Holding up his hand, the minstrel gently rolled his fingers, and as he did, the lamps in the room slowly dimmed.
"Just to make things a little more atmospheric" Julia couldn't help but laugh.
"Much better, thank you. Although, if I might make a suggestion; Mimicking Emilio's motions, Julia held up her own hand, and as she gently wove her fingers through the air, from nowhere the faint sound of a harpsichord began to play, filling the room with a soft, romantic song that made Emilio chuckle.
"I've found everything is better with music." In a sudden burst of energy, Julia spun her lover around, until he was the one with his back to the wall. The two topless enchanting lovers exchanged places. Leaning in close to his ear, she whispered. "My turn"
Sinking to her knees, she felt Emilio's hand slide across the back of her head as she hummed along to the music. Quickly, her hands found the drawstring of his trousers, and with a flourish she untied them, pulling down on the fabric to his knees, and freeing the minstrel's cock, which sprung forth eagerly.
She grinned. It Was as big as it had felt!
Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she began to stroke it; smiling as Emilio let out a low moan of pleasure. Encouraged by his groans, she leant in and planted a gentle kiss on the tip, before opening her mouth and taking his erection inside.
Julia was no stranger to giving head, and as she felt Emilio's grip tighten, she smiled. Running her tongue around the head, she savored the feeling of him, in her mouth. She explored every inch she could, her hand still clasped around the base, keeping him still as she went down on him. Feeling the slight twinge of his hips, eager to feel the rest of his shaft inside her hot mouth, Julia made sure to take her time, teasing the minstrel for as long as she could; before starting to move.
Looking up from his crotch, her eyes met Emilio's, looking down at her constricting lips around the head of his considerable phallus, her two hard nipples rubbing against his spread thighs; with a burning passion. He was still smiling, but she saw a desperation on his face, and felt a swell of pride course through her. She loved making them wait.
Still looking up, she began to bob her head backwards and forwards, causing the man to groan out in arousal. With each movement, she took more of his cock, her tongue stroking his underside, until she had about two-thirds of his length in her mouth. Stroking the base with her hand, she rested the other on her thigh for support. She felt Emilio's hand stroking across the back of her head gently, and with each new movement she heard a new noise of pleasure come from her lover.
Julia was in her element. On her knees, she knew exactly what to do to please the young man in front of her. Wrapping her tongue around him, she teased and tortured him, sucking his cock with skill and dexterity, until she felt his hips rocking even more impatiently. Moving her hands around, to the back of his thighs, she held on to him tightly as she forced her head forwards, taking him even faster and deeper than before.
The minstrel groaned, and as Julia relaxed her throat to take him deeper, she knew he'd never had a woman as experienced as her before. Before much longer, she felt his fingers grip her hair, and gently pull her head backwards, clearly signaling her to stop.
Pulling away from his cock, making sure to make a loud smacking noise, as her lips left his shaft, Julia hummed amusedly up at him. "Having fun up there?"
The young man could barely respond, only chuckling in surprise and pleasure.
Julia giggled. "I can keep going if you want? Or would you rather move on?"
"Do you like the taste of my cock that much?"
Julia shrugged. "Well, I can't say it's the best one I've sucked today, but it's certainly a close second." She shot him a mischievous look.
The man looked down at her, open mouth curling up into a smile. "I think it's time we got you out of that skirt." In a sudden flurry, Julia let out a loud giggle as she felt her lover lean down, hook his arms under her shoulder, and throw her up onto the high bed mattress. Wriggling back to make herself comfortable, she watched as he rolled her over and grabbed the tie of her skirt, roughly pulling it all down and away from her, to reveal her glistening, aching pussy. She could already feel how wet she was, and as Emilio looked down at her, a mischievous eyebrow raised.
She did her best to cross her legs, covering herself. "Is something funny, sir?"
Kicking his boots and pants off, he assured her; "Oh, not at all. I'm just wondering what sort of respectable landlady goes around without any petticoat on under her skirt. Perhaps you knew I'd be coming?"
Julia leant forward, propping herself up on her arms. "Or perhaps I'm just a naughty little slut who enjoys seducing selected men who come into my tavern?"
"Are you now? How very scandalous. What would your patrons say if they knew that?"
Julia nodded. "Oh you're right, I've been such a bad girl." With a smile, she opened her legs. "I deserve to be punished."
"Oh, I have a much better idea than that." He smirked.
Reaching out, Emilio grabbed both of Julia's legs, pulling her down the bed towards him as she let out another playful giggle.
Looking down, she watched her lover sink to his knees, her legs resting over his shoulders as he moved between her legs. Julia let out a sudden gasp, followed by a low moan, as she felt Emilio's long tongue slide between her nether lips.
Letting her head fall back, she moved her hands to her tits, pinching and caressing them as her lover went down on her, his skilled mouth kissing and licking her sex. She groaned and cooed as his tongue slipped across her labia, the tip flicking rapidly across her clitoris making her squeal, as he pleasured her the way she had for him.
Writhing in ecstasy, Julia closed her eyes, letting her body relax as Emilio's skillful tongue worked its way across her aching pussy. Underneath her, she could feel the bedsheets getting damp with her juices, and as Emilio sped up his pace, his tongue flicking quickly across her burning clit, she couldn't help but moan out, loud and long.
It felt incredible. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and as her lover continued to pleasure her, Julia found herself wishing he'd never leave. She'd had so many men over the years, along with few women as well, and not a single one of them had been able to pleasure her as eagerly and skillfully as the young minstrel between her legs. She grinned. Maybe she was in love.
Opening her eyes again, Julia was just in time to see Emilio looking up at her, mouth still pressed to her pussy. With a groan, she felt his fingers trace their way across her inner thighs, forwards and back, as his tongue circled her soaking entrance. Gently, he pushed the tip in, and the barmaid mewled in arousal. Gently, she moved one of her hands from her tit to the back of his head, encouraging him as he pleasured her with his mouth. Slowly, she felt his fingers move closer to her pelvis, before sliding up to her hips. His grip was firm, and as his hands moved across her skin, Julia couldn't help but quiver with excitement.
Deep inside her, she could feel something building, and as she groaned and gasped and ground her hips against her lover's face, she urged herself on towards climax. Resting her head back, she kept her eyes shut, feeling her whole body glowing with arousal, as Emilio's tongue pushed her towards her orgasm.
Suddenly, the fingers she'd felt tracing across her skin slipped down across her labia, past the tongue dutifully licking across her clit, and hovering at her entrance. Sliding two of them inside, Emilio's mouth didn't stop, and as he began to finger her, still eating her out, Julia came hard.
Feeling her body begin to spasm, Julia let out a loud, long squeal, her breath catching in her throat as her stomach muscles convulsed. Still between her legs, Emilio didn't slow down, his fingers and tongue pushing the barmaid into an even deeper climax. Gripping his hair tight, Julia ground her hips involuntarily, her whole body wrapped in the throes of a colossal climax.
When she finally came down, she could hear laughter.
Looking down, her cheeks burning red with arousal, she saw Emilio's grinning face staring up at her. "Could you let go of my hair please?"
Falling back with a chuckle, Julia released her grip on the young man's thick hair, sighing contentedly as she felt him stand back up. Suddenly, she felt a pressure at her entrance, and let out a gasp as Emilio's cock slipped inside her, pushing between her slick lips with ease. Wasting no time, the young man began to thrust his hips, pushing his shaft deeper into her in slow, rhythmic movements.
Julia moaned happily. Gods, this felt amazing. Looking up at him as he knelt on the end of the bed, his hands resting on her thighs as he thrust in and out of her, she gave him a playful grin and went back to kneading her own tits.
Between her legs, Emilio looked down at the naked tavern maid with a mix of lust and amusement. Taking a firmer grip of her legs, he lifted them up, resting her ankles against his shoulders as he started pounding into her harder and faster than before. The sudden change of angle made Julia cry out in shock, but the sound soon faded to her usual excited giggling, mixed with the moans and coos of pleasure.
Holding his hands on her waist, the young man held her in place as he made love to her, as passionately as he could; and as he thrust his cock in and out, his hips pulling up as he slipped inside, Julia couldn't help but think about how amazing it felt to meet someone as skilled as she was. Pulling her hips in to meet his thrusts, she gently ground herself from side to side, forcing her lover's penis to reach even further inside her, stimulating her walls and making her squeal out in arousal.
It wasn't long before she felt herself on the edge again; and as she came, she felt Emilio push even deeper and harder than before. Throwing her head back, she squealed out another long scream of ecstasy, before her body began to spasm again. By the time the waves of pleasure had stopped cascading through her body, she looked up to see Emilio chuckling, his movements much slower and shallower now.
"You know, I'm getting a little tired back here"
With a chuckle of her own, Julia sat up and reached out and gently pulled on Emilio's neck. Falling down beside her, the minstrel smiled at her from the sheets, as she climbed up onto him. Taking his cock back in her hands, she gave him a smirk before opening her mouth, and bobbing her head down on him once more.
It didn't take long for the minstrel to reach his limit, especially with Julia's skilled mouth working along his shaft. And with a sudden groan, he began to cum. Julia made sure not to let up, and as the first jet of salty-sweet semen blasted out, into her mouth, she redoubled her efforts. Before long, Emilio was gasping and groaning, pushing against her forehead, as she continued to suck long after his cock had stopped twitching.
Lifting her head up and popping off him, Julia gave him a playful smile, before swallowing his load with an audible gulp.
She grinned down at him, his softening cock still held, tilting over in her hand. "I take it back. Definitely, the best tasting cock I've had, today.
The minstrel could only chuckle in response, still gasping, recovering from his orgasm. Shuffling back up the bed, Julia lay her head down on the pillows, patting the mattress next to her. Still red-faced, Emilio smiled and rolled over. Climbing up next to her, he pulled the covers up over the two of them, as Julia lay, her head on his chest, humming in contentment.
Wrapping his arm around her, the minstrel chuckled. "Usually there's a charge, to rent a room for the night."
Julia smirked. "Oh don't worry. I'm sure we can work something out." Under the sheets, she gave his cock a squeeze, and held it, rubbing her thumb over the head. Before long she felt it starting to get hard again. "If you thought I'd be satisfied after just one round; Julia let her sentence trail off with a seductive flourish of her eyebrows.
In response, Emilio lent down, and kissed her passionately. "Oh, don't worry, my darling; I'd hate to leave you unsatisfied;
Based on a post by LindseyLuv, for Literotica.