I felt like something was stirring in me, but quickly moved my hand and turned away again."This is what's happening," he said, moving back from be a h...lf a step, "I am not playing around. You are going to finish what she didn't," I was feeling scared and nervous. "How we get there is up to you," he said with a grin.With that he dropped his shorts.This time I couldn't help but stare. His dick was enormous. It stood out from his body like a rock hard black horn, looking dangerous and exciting at. Taking my swollen member in her soft hands, she guided it toward her sopping wet pussy. I could see my swollen head enter into the soft recesses of her innermost being. I gasped as her tight box swallowed me up whole.She treated my body as a pogo stick for her own enjoyment. I marveled at how she rode me like a cowgirl riding a bronco. Faster and faster she bounced on my pole, her cries mingling with mine as we rode towards orgasm together. I could feel my fluid building up in side me. It took only three hours. This is the story about two dredges of society, leeching off what had been heralded as “The last Free City North of the Snake River.”Lily had enjoyed her life as a whore or how she called it, “Good business.” Despite being a half-elf of many appetites, she honestly enjoyed having to answer to know one. Mistress Lily, they called her. It was her sharp red eyes, some said. Others chalked it up to witchcraft and, more than once, she’d found herself at the wrong end of a. "Has anyone given you a blow job before?" I asked. "No", he said. "Never." "Would you like me to?" I asked him. I almost regretted the question the moment it left my lips. I felt so embarrassed the moment I'd asked the question, but I needn't have been. He responded by tugging at his shorts, trying to release his straining, erect penis. I realised with a pang that this would be my first ever blow job, and that I'd remember this moment for the rest of my life. I was excited, but equally.