"Good to know." The large centaur demurred as he paid, already planning on how to get his satisfaction from this rumored whore. He went around the corner to the side of the building, meeting the groom and following him to the large ground floor rooms the tavern had for centaurs and others like them. They reached one of the rooms at the end of the walkway and young man placed a stool in front of the door to reach the bolt more easily and unlocked it. He then held the key, a simple brass thing on a knotted loop of cord, out to his guest. The centaur took it from the young man and hung it around his neck. The groom got off the stool, put it away, and bowed to his customer before leaving to let the owner know about the new request.
The man, Braun, went inside the room and placed his bags on the high table a few feet from the door, looking around as he did. There was plenty of floor space, more than he had expected for the price he was pleased to note. A large bed filled the corner of the room across from the doorway, and at the other end of the long wall a fireplace, already filled with runestones made for heat, had the room so warm there wouldn't be a need for blankets. Next to the fireplace there were two more doors. He walked to one and opened it, finding an appropriately sized privy on the other side of the door. He had a theory about the other door and was proven correct as he opened it to find a both a raised washbasin and bathtub large enough for one of his kind to lay down fully in should he want to. Both the basin and the tub had markings like those on the stones in the fireplace curling around their edges. He stretched his arms as he walked to the basin, turning on the tap and watching as the markings lit up as it filled with water. A quick test found the water warmed, another pleasant surprise. He washed his face and then elected to try the tub to clean the rest of himself. He waited patiently as the large vessel filled up and sighed as he relaxed into the hot water. He made sure to clean himself completely, taking exceptional care with his cocks to make sure he didn't miss a spot.
After he had cleaned and was dressing himself in fresh clothes, a knock on his door signaled the arrival of his meal. He went to the door to retrieve it, tipping the cute young girl who brought it to him well and closing the door again. He sat on the bed as he ate and relaxed after the end of his long journey that day. He looked over at travel bag, the bags of coin and jewels hidden inside on his mind. He stopped eating for a moment and walked over to his bag. He'd been doubtful but everything he had seen and heard so far pointed to this being a night he would remember for years to come. He took out the two bags he'd prepared, a small black pouch and a larger blue one. He emptied the black pouch into his hand, small precious stones and larger semi-precious ones filling his large palm. He watched them catch the light as he tilted hisnhand back and forth and then dumped them into the blue bag, already filled most of the way with coin. He tied the blue bag shut again and stowed them both before returning to his meal. He took special note of the bed then, appreciating it. It was well designed, a padded and raised slab of hardwood with short decorative bedposts with iron loops at their tops, roughly three feet a piece in height, at each corner. One end of the bed even had a padded and raised section for him to rest his upper half on as he slept. It would be easy enough for him to rest all of himself on on the bed and it was also sturdy enough that if he decided to mount the slut, he could bend her over the bed to fuck her and not worry about breaking it. He doubted she would be able to take him, but he supposed it wouldn't hurt to try.
Once his meal was finished, he set the dishes back outside and when the next girl came by to collect them, he made a request to be woken when and if his request was to be fulfilled. She giggled and said she would make sure he was woken with time to ready himself and went back to her work. And with that he laid down to rest until evening. He set an alarm spell just for his peace of mind, shut his eyes, and was soon in a light sleep.
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While Braun was settling in, Laney was hard at work maintaining a very lucrative clause in her contract with her employer. That is to say, she was on her knees in his office, her boss's cock down her throat and the Sheriff's cock hilted in her asshole. This wasn't terribly unusual for her. Something offered to every girl who had a talent for servicing their clientele was the same illicit deal. Please the boss once or twice (or more) a month and get up to 1/3 of what the house collects in service fees for you back in your pocket. Some girls chose not to take it, not liking how often you would have to serve the boss just to bump up your cut. Others, like her, did. One way or another she would be using her body to please someone, why not be a bit clever about it.
Mostly it was just her boss who used her as part of their deal, but when the Sheriff came for his monthly visit, as he did to all the taverns to collect their taxes, she serviced him as well. She loved it when he came by, he always demanded the use of her ass, and she reveled in it every time. He sometimes used someone else, usually to try out a new girl that had been hired since his last visit, but he always went back to asking for her next time. Once he even asked for her to take over mid-fuck from a girl who just could not seem to keep him hard. He had fucked her so well that day, she shivered every time she thought about it.
Her Sheriff was a punishing lover, delivering his cock with devastatingly powerful thrusts. He always made sure to sink himself all the way inside her once he got going, the rough skin of his pelvis grinding into her swollen anus, the oil he kept dousing her with to keep her ass slick making her skin shine as it pooled and ran down her pussy and thighs. She loved his cock so much, it only barely fit inside her. She could tell that if it was just a bit bigger, just a little longer, he wouldn't be able to fit all the way in. Every time he pushed his way into her, she felt him brush against something inside her she knew he would not be able to pass if it was in his way. She shuddered ever time he pushed a little bit closer to that place in her, pushing back against him and waiting for his next hard thrust. Each one pushed her deeper into her boss's cock. The heavy shaft was thick, and while not overly long, was not short by any means either. His true gift was his width though. He made her eyes water as the head of his girthy rod breeched and retreated from her throat, keeping her jaw locked open and making her throat visibly bulge as he fucked her face.
She had been kneeling on this rug since the early morning, and it was midafternoon now. They'd taken many turns, switching how they took their pleasure from her every so often. Her clit was swollen and tender from both of their attentions just before her current position, their tongues keeping her cumming continually as she writhed on the floor, her hips pinned to the ground by both of their grips. She was snapped out of her reminiscing as she felt them both speed up, the Sheriff grabbing her hips as her boss grabbed her head in his hands. They both began to hammer her as they moved their hips, syncing up in a brutal fashion as they each picked up speed. Her boss came first, holding her face tightly to him, groaning as he shot his final load down her throat and into her stomach. The Sheriff followed soon after, her guts filled with shot after shot of hot, sticky cum as he pulled himself from her, holding her cheeks apart and watching as his cum leaked from her abused asshole.
"That'll cover half the tax, as agreed." He said at last, wiping the sweat from his brow as he walked to the wash basin and began to wipe himself down with a rag and put himself back in his pants.
"As agreed." echoed Lane's boss, gesturing to a ledger and pouch of coin on the table. "There's the rest." He leaned against his desk as she knelt in front of him and cleaned him. While the Sheriff glanced other their books for the last month, he closed his eyes and enjoyed Laney's attention. Sticking her ass and pussy out on display for the man behind her, she tongued her boss slowly, licking him like a sweet until no trace of his spend remained and then kept going until she heard the Sheriff close the ledger and pocket the bag of coin. Her boss opened his eyes as she put his cock back in his breeches and said to his colleague, "May I get you a drink for the road?"
"No," the man held his hand out and shook his head slightly, always a bit dazed at the sight of the young woman, "I've enjoyed enough of your hospitality. I'll be going. Until next month." He said, with a tip of his hat as he walked out of the office.
Lane was guided to lay on the couch as the door shut behind the Sheriff with a click, bent over with her face on one of the overly plush cushions on the small sofa and her ass in the air with her knees up on the other cushion. Her boss sat behind her as she relaxed into the sofa, spreading her asscheeks as wide as he could, each lovingly reddened cheek held in a bruising grip as they were spread apart. He watched her leak for a moment, appreciating the way her swollen flesh visibly throbbed as he watched, her holes a beautiful dark pink and getting darker. Her pussy was glistening with a combination of her own slick and the constant flow of cum slowly dripping from her asshole. He took another second to appreciate the view and then cleaned her out, wrapping two of his meaty fingers with a clean cloth and slowly fingering the shaking girl's asshole, his cock stiffening to a half hard state as he watched her swollen ring stretch around his fabric-thickened digits. He went back and forth slowly, moving his fingers around to scoop out her guts and get every drop of cum out of her. Once she was clean, he put the cloth aside and spread her open again. He looked her over thoroughly to make sure she was spotless. Once he was sure she was, he got behind her again and began to slowly eat her ass, her voice coming out at once in an overstimulated and broken whimper as she trembled. He used his tongue to probe her first, slowly increasing how far he delved as he felt her cunt moisten on his chin. He held her asscheeks apart with both hands and watched as she stretched open for him. He licked around the gaped rim of her ass, going slowly to make sure she was as on edge as possible. He kept teasing her, making her pussy leak as he kept at it, enjoying his steady onslaught of her hole. He pulled back eventually, holding her cheeks open again to watch her holes keep twitching. He brought one hand up and brought it down on her wet cunt, throbbing in his breeches as she cried out and dribbled onto the cushions. His cock twitched again where it was semi-hard against his thigh, but he knew he was done for the night. He had spent himself three times down her throat today, there wouldn't be a finale for him. Instead, he took any frustration he felt at not being able to go on out on her as he slapped her cunt until her labia were swollen and puffy and then he kept going.
It was as he was slapping her puffy lips that one of his grooms working in the stables knocked for entry, and feeling charitable, he invited them in without stopping what he was doing. The young man opened the door and was offered a view that would assist his masturbation for many years to come. He stood there stunned as the taverns premiere whore had her visibly swollen cunt spanked ruthlessly by their boss, his hand coming down on her soaked pussy solidly each time. When he pulled his hand back, it was covered with her juices. This kept going while the groom watched, pulling his cock from his trousers, and stroking himself harshly as they continued across the room. Soon Lane's pussy was swollen to twice its normal size and the owner stayed his hand. He shifted closer to her and used his hands to spread her open so her holes were exposed to both him and the groom. He held her there like that for a moment, letting the young man enjoy the view a while before leaning in. He alternated between ass and pussy this time, whenever Avilane came on his face, he switched from one to the other. He waited until she could only whimper under him before he stopped again, pulling back to wipe his face and give the girl a break. The owner cleared his throat to catch the attention of the groom, leaned back against the wall and recovering from his own orgasm at the unexpected show. He quickly collected himself, stowed his stiffening cock, and passed along the centaur's' request for the evening. He then got to watch as Lane's pussy gushed anew, juices running down her thighs at the thought of taking a centaur cock before retreating to his station, stopping along the way to beat his cock again to the twin memories of his cock in Lane's throat and the sight of her juicy, swollen cunt as it was spanked.
