"What good is a cock whore if she can't even cum on a cock?!"
She lie on the tall grass beside the creek hearing the words of her master over and over. Her long grey cotton kirtle was bunched up around her hips, the bodice splayed open to reveal her creamy white breasts. She pinched and pulled at her nipples as her masters words reverberated in her head.
"Your master likes to feel the squeeze of a cunt around his cock. Is yours so overused it is incapable of the action?"
She bent her knees and spread her legs wide. The air on her nether lips was cool. She could feel she was wet. She was always wet. Even the thought of cock made her drip. She ran her fingers through her wet slit.
"I should have known when that worthless mongrel Gephardt sold you for so little coin that you were broken."
Two fingers dove into her moist heat and quickly withdrew. Aided by her own juices she fingered the engorged hood of her clit. She whimpered as her other hand continued to abuse her nipples to the point of pain.
"I bet that snatch of yours would not come for any man. You are incapable I say."
She twisted and pinched her nipples harder as the fingers of her other hand slapped quickly against her ever swelling clit.
"If you do not cum on my cock this instant I shall sell you come feast day. I promise you that."
The slapping against her clit became harder. She winced at her own ministrations as she felt that pull deep within her. Then as her fingers viciously twisted her reddened nipple she fell over the edge. She screamed, the orgasm so intense it arched her back. She fell to the earth exhausted as she heard the final words from her master.
"You are worthless. Not even good enough to be called a cock whore."
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Cyprian hadn't meant to watch. He had been on the hunt for lunch when he came across the female. He'd never seen her in the village, and his curiosity about her origins had him following her deeper into the woods.
He had been in his wolf form, so he was not afraid of her hearing him as he padded along behind her. He had stayed close enough that he could see her face and watch her form, but far enough away that he would not frighten her if she did happen to see a wolf stalking the woods.
She was an enchanting creature. A girl of no more than one and twenty. As she continued, he had watched her form move in the oversized shapeless grey kirtle. She had a rounded face with gentle grey eyes and a pleasantly plump mouth. Her long black hair fell in soft curves, coming to rest above a generously rounded ass. Even in the shapeless kirtle he could tell she was neither thin nor obese, but pleasantly curved in all the appropriate spots. Her breasts were perhaps overly large, and bounced along with her steps.
As they had continued through the woods, he watched her hips sway back and forth as her breasts jiggled. He had felt himself grow hard. His member had bounced against his underbelly with each step and his blood boiled for a good hard fuck. He pictured himself grabbing the female and taking her in the forest. He had stopped to shake his head to stop his wayward thoughts when she stopped.
He watched as she had lain down beside the creek. She looked sad, and forlorn. Such a look on this marvelous creature had made him curious so he had moved to the other side of the creek and lay in the cool grass, his muzzle resting upon his front paws.
No sooner had he settled than he saw her pull the skirts of her kirtle up. She had been bare below and he raised his muzzle to catch her scent. He had wanted to howl as he caught her sweet scent of vanilla and the heady scent of her musk. She had been wet. He could see the sun glistening off the moisture of her soft folds.
