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Subject: {ASSM} The Darkmoor Inn
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The Darkmoor Inn
 
    The wind blowing through the trees  surrounding the huge log structure 
and outbuildings.  The cold needles of  rain, knifing into all sitting near 
the door as it opens into the great room of  the Inn.  Feeling a shiver as 
the cool air caresses the thin material of  my skirt as I wend my way through 
the crowded taproom.  The closely  bunched tables and benches filled to 
almost capacity with travelers, and  farmers and merchants and tradesmen and 
mercenary soldiers and who know who  else is among this crowd.
    Slapping the tankards onto the  table and filling them from the heavy 
pitcher with one hand, as my other hand  duels with the intruding hands of 
those around me.  You learn quickly here  that you need one hand to protect 
your virtue in a place like this as you  work.  Slapping away hands from 
lifting my skirt and pinching and fondling  my breasts.  Slapping but not too 
hard, you don't want to totally  discourage trade, you want them to come back 
and try again, only this time with  coin in hand.
    Slipping the coin for the ale in my  pocket and then checking at the 
table as I head back to the barkeep with my half  full pitcher.  Filling the 
empty tankards and topping off others.  A  word or two with those that I 
pass, trying to be pleasant, in spite of some of  the men that frequent or stop 
in the Inn. 
    The knack of keeping them from being  pissed off, one I was slow at 
learning in the beginning of my tenure here at the  Darkmoor Inn.  How often I 
would get a good caning when the place mostly  emptied out.  I am sure that 
the caning was as much for John Baker's  pleasure as it was to teach me that 
I should be pleasant to all customers.   The flush of his face and the 
touch of his calloused hands on my ass cheeks and  thighs when he was done, was 
enough to let me know that he was sexually  excited.  That and the bulge in 
his britches and a couple of times the wet  spot where his lump at wet his 
pants. 
    Oh, I was not his favorite, and he  didn't particularly pick on me, he 
just liked to see all of the girls naked and  touch them.  So any mistake 
was rewarded properly to keep us in line and to  encourage us to be nice to 
the men in the bar, and even the occasional woman  that might sit in the 
taproom.  Most female customers took their meals in  their rooms and only sat in 
the great room when it was not packed with crude  men.
    Tonight with the storm raging  outside, many who might have camped 
along the road while traveling, have taken  to the safe harbor of the sturdy log 
structure.  Needless to say that the  warm walls and food and the flowing 
drink didn't help in making their  decision.
    The Darkmoor Inn, an imposing  structure.  The thick log, sealed to 
keep out the elements, and the large  taproom able to accommodate many people 
at one time.   Tables and  benches in the middle and more benches lining the 
walls.  The drink was  more then fair in taste as was the food that was 
prepared in a large kitchen  attached to the taproom.  For travelers, their were 
accommodations at the  stairway to the second and third floors.  The second 
having more  comfortable rooms and the third, a warm and dry place to spend 
a night, maybe  sharing with others and cramped; but protected from the 
elements.  A stable  and blacksmith shop would care for the horses and 
carriages.   The  Darkmoor Inn, a safe refuge along the King's Highway, a way  
station.
    This a typical night for this time of  year, the early darkness coupled 
with the storm, making it extra dark and windy  and wet and cold.  A great 
combination to encourage men to spend hours  talking and drinking and some 
wenching.  The men all the same when they  enter the great room for some 
relaxing time, the only difference between farmer  and rich landlord, was the 
type of drink and cost of it.  The food the same  for all and the bar maids 
and scullery maids all the same price, the  is fixed unless you could weedle 
more from the man.
    The heat from the large open  fireplaces on opposite sides of the room 
and the heat from the kitchen in back,  keeping all warm expect for those 
unlucky to be near the entrance.  Some  musicians playing a lilting tune or a 
singer or bard reciting a poem the  entertainment, except for and occasional 
fight, that ends quickly with the  participants outside or some other 
entertainment localized that might involve  women.
    The noise and scents so normal and  comforting, as I wend my way 
through the tables to the kitchen and back to bring  out platters of food for the 
clientelle.  Beads of sweat forming under my  hair on the nape of my neck 
and others beads, slipping down my chest, between  the cleavage that barely 
existing and more at the crease of my thighs and  body.  A thankfully warm 
night inside as I feel the touches of men taking  advantage of my encumbered 
hands.  Reaching for my breasts or a thigh or  squeezing at my ass cheeks.  
Hips swiveling as I walk, eluding some hands;  but not all.  The serving 
girls, going non-stop from bar or kitchen to the  closely packed tables and 
benches.  Slapping down tankards of ale on the  table of the farmers, throwing 
their dice as their meager piles of coin shift  from one to the other.  
Keeping talley of who would be the main winner for  the night.  Making their 
regular monthly visit to the tavern, as they spend  their savings from doing odd 
jobs and sales from the market this morning.   They will spend the night and 
off till their farms in the  morning. 
    Next table a few sailors, and why  they are at the Inn would be a great 
question as their are no sailing ships here  in the depths of the forest.  
A story maybe I will hear later if I get time  to talk with them for a few 
minutes or they have money to spend on me for a few  minutes of my time. 
    We hustle when the Inn is busy; but  are allowed to spend time with the 
customers if there is a chance of an exchange  of coin which a percentage 
goes to the tavern owner.  A few more drinks and  the sailors might want to 
tell me a tale or two.  Smiling on the stories I  have heard, that lead up to 
a more phyiscal conversation of  bodies.
    Some mercenaries and merchants and  soldiers and just travelers, 
keeping dry and wetting their whistles.  Their  having to be some business 
tonight, but nothing much happening for any of the  wenches.
    Taking a sip of ale, as I wipe my  hands on my hips and then push my 
damp hair back of my shoulders.  The long  dark hair the source of my name, 
Raven.  My face nothing special, long nose  and wide mouth and lips, 
definitely keeping me from being more then called  pretty, well maybe I am beautiful 
deep into the hours of the night, when the men  are seeing two of me with 
blurry eyes.  My dress barely held up by the  strips of material at my 
shoulders, a wide swath of flesh exposed in the front,  showing off the pushed of 
breast flesh and the hint of cleavage.  The  hidden nipples, quite visible 
throught the thin material of my dress and the  dampness of the sweat, making 
it more transparent.  The thick nubs pushing,  darting the pushed up front.  
The corset tied to give me cleavage, tight on  my waist and stomach,  
something I will do away with as the night wear on  and not needing to show off 
what I really don't have.  My skirt full and  thin, loose around my legs 
thankfully, as I manuver easily in the tight confines  of the room.  
Unfortunately easy to flip up and reach under as men cop a  feel or look.  An not 
wearing stockings or any undergarments, my dress is  my thin defense to the bare 
skin of my body.  My hips wider then one might  like for such a small 
breasted woman, and my legs long and toned.  Age  hasn't taken its toll yet on the 
firmness of my body.
    Add to that the special potion that  the tavern keeper has the local 
apothecary give us, I have not had to worry  about a pregnancy from my duties 
as bar wench.  It is not that he cares,  but procuring the potent, keeps us 
from being unsightly to a man who wants a  somewhat becoming woman.  He 
actually has one woman that keeps becoming  pregnant for those men that want to 
do a woman in that condition.  Enough  said on that.
    Looking and see some men waving for  refills, I weave once again to 
refill the empties and collect the coin.   Stepping past a flailing hand and 
finding myself sitting on the lap of a  rascally older gentleman.  Laughing as 
I feel his hand taking liberties  with my breasts, letting him have a few 
seconds of fun, then gently removing his  hands from my breasts as I lean to 
kiss his lips quickly.  As I go to stand  up again, his hand holding me to 
his lap, hands grasping my waist, as his mouth  kisses the top of my breasts. 
 My hands raising his head to kiss once more,  whispering in his ear 
softly, "you want to play, you have to pay kind Sir.   His hands still fumbling at 
my waist, as he looks up to my face.  Then one  hand releasing my waist and 
reaching for a handful of coin.  Pressing it  into my palm as I wiggle 
delightfully on his lap.  Feeling the telltale  bulge beneath my cheeks as I 
sway and slide on his lap.  Being rewarded  with another coin dropping into my 
palm as I look down.  Seeing that he  more then has the price rewarded by 
John the tavern owner, I lean down and kiss  the sweating man hard on his 
lips, my tongue becoming pointy, as I push it into  his warm wet and not so 
wonderful tasting mouth. 
    The smile still on my lips and in my  eyes, as I deep kiss the older 
gent.  Turning in his lap, till I am leaning  against his chest, lifting and 
feeling his hands on my arse cheeks, fingers  tightening and squeezing the 
soft yielding flesh, as I press my breasts against  him.  Sitting up straight 
and lifting one then the other from the front of  my dress, the long thick 
nipples hard nub that I press to his face to suckle,  first one then the 
other.  Feeling the tingle as his teeth and lips work  the sensitive tissue.  
One of his hand moving around from my arse cheek to  pull my skirt up my 
thigh, exposing the soft smooth velvety flesh.  His  rougher hands sliding 
against the warmth of my inner thighs as they open to his  touch.  Hearing as well 
as feeling when his fingers reach the bare pubes of  my mound.  My thighs 
opening more as the fingers probe against the puffy  ridges of flesh, 
guarding the entrance to my cunny.  Leting the thick stubs  of his fingers push the 
walls apart, probing into the wet flesh of the opening  and then walls.  
Giving them a welcoming squeeze as he fucks deeper, his  fingers buried into 
my wetness. 
    Not caring that my lower body is  exposed as I lay back to the table 
top and pull my legs up heels on the bench as  my thighs swing open wide.  
Letting him feast his eyes on the fat cunt lips  and the wet walls as he pulls 
his finger out and then pushes them back into my  tunnel.  Seeing others at 
surrouding tables looking between my legs at the  slick flesh as his wet 
fingers pull free.  My cunt lips gapping slightly to  the avarious glances, 
knowing how slutty I must look, but also knowing that I am  firing up the 
imaginations and needs of the mostly crowd of  men. 
    Stacking the small piles of coin  neatly on the table with one hand, as 
my other works at the buttons of his  groin, freeing his swollen prick from 
the confines of his britches.  Giving  him and appreciative groan of 
arousal as I stroke the engorged cock with my  fingers.
    Reaching in and slipping out his fat  hairy nut sack as I continued to 
work his shaft with my fingers.  Slipping  my legs to the floor as I kneel 
down and put my lips to the dark red  crown.  Tasting the musk of a tightly 
confined cock on my lips.   Parting them and suckling the head like a babe to 
a teat.  The comments  swirling around as I concentrate on the cock in my 
mouth.  Fingers stroking  and pulling at the shaft as my head bobs on the 
mushroom shaped head.   Raising on my legs and pushing my mouth down the shaft, 
feeling the veiny warmth  of the texture of his prick as I take more into 
my mouth.
    Rewarded with a groan, as my cheeks  pull in and then let out, sucking 
at the delectable cap.  Feeling the  wetness between my legs, as my thighs 
tense and squeeze at my fat cuny  lips.  His hand in my hair and the wrapping 
the long dark strands with his  fingers and forcing my mouth over his cock, 
till I can feel the blunt tip  tickling and blocking my throat.  Tears 
welling in my  eyes as the  thick gland fills my throat and a gasp for air.  My 
body bucking and  trembling till he releases and pulls my hair hard, yanking 
my mouth off of his  cock.
    Looking up at him as he says, "I want  to fuck you wench."  Pushing 
myself up and settling myself in a straddle  over his thighs.  My leaking cunt 
lips finding his shaft and sliding down  till the knob spears the entrance 
to my cunny.  My eyes wide and rolling  back in my head as my body slaps hard 
onto his lap.  The full length and  girth of his cock embedded deep in my 
wet cunt.  Quickly clenching on his  cock, then again, rewarded with loud 
groans everytime I squeeze his cock hard,  holding and releasing.
    Then using my feet to raise and lower  my body on his cock, feeling him 
humping up to meet each lowering of my  body.  The wet slap of flesh loud 
in our part of the room.  I can  smell the scent of my skanky cunt, as my 
grease lubes and oozes from my hole  with each stroke.  Suctioned out to 
permeate the immediate area with the  smell of raw sexual arousal.  Working his 
cock hard with my much younger  muscles, milking his cock, till his hands grip 
my shoulders and fingers digging  into the tender flesh holding me tight to 
his crock.
    Feeling his hips bucking as he spews  his creamy white seed deep into 
my nether region, coating my walls with his  cum.  My face close to his as I 
see the sweat pouring down his red face, as  he grunts and groans his way to 
a satisfying climax.  My body matching his,  as I moan loudly with my faux 
release.  Giving him the satisfaction of  thinking he made me cum with him.  
My walls squeezing and milking his cock,  till he lightly pushes me from 
his body.  One hand reaching to catch the  stream of white seed as he pulls 
free and the gush of cum slips from my messy  lips. 
    Sliding to the floor and licking at  his softening penis, tasting his 
cream and my juice on his wilting prick.   Neatly tucking the nestling worm 
back into its warm den and his lighter ball  sack also.  Noting with 
satisfaction the widening wet spot on the crotch of  his breeches.  A soft kiss on 
the bulge as I look up once more into his  eyes.  My soft smile, widening as 
I hear the sound of another coin striking  the small pile.
    Turning and walking quickly as my  skirt falls down to cover my thighs 
again, to the bar and then the  kitchen.   Putting my coin down and watching 
as John marks down his  share and mine.  One hand swiping under my skirt to 
clean the excess cum  from my cunt and legs, licking it from my hand as I 
return to refill tankards in  the area of the man I just fucked.  Remembering 
the feel of the hands that  grasped at my skirt and thinking I might have 
another customer and right in the  respect, as I give a man a nice blow job 
on a bench.  The night lengthening  and the men lighter headed, as their 
purses open and myself and the other girls,  grudgingly are doing very well for 
ourselves. 
    Concealing a few extra coins I made  in a special reinforced pocket in 
the waistband of my skirt.  The opening  able to hold one coin at a time and 
keep them from clinking against each  other.
    The crowd thinning slowly as one then  another either wander out of the 
Inn, or up the stairs to their room for the  night.  Still not having made 
a connection with a man willing to pay for my  services for the night; but 
with the number of men that I have already serviced,  not surprised.  
Sometimes we don't even get to wipe the seed from between  our legs, when another 
is using the seed for lube.
    As the busy night slows, I am able to  watch the farmers at their game 
and appraised myself of who the one winning  might be at the time.  Finally 
the coins exchanging hands and becoming the  wealth of one young farmer.  
Smiling as I walk by and feeling the hand of  one of the farmers reaching to 
my arm, stopping me.  "We are ready."   Nodding my head in assent.  "I will 
meet you in a little bit."   Another wider smile from me as I refill a few 
more tankards and bring back  empties to the bar.  "I have to take care of the 
farmers, I will be back in  a little bit if you don't mind?"  John smiling 
his assent.
    Grabbing a thread bare blanket and  pulling it over me to stop the bite 
of the still stinging and frigid rain, as I  run barefooted to the 
welcoming light and semi-warmth of the barn.  Putting  down my blanket on the wall 
of a stall and then undoing the ties of my corset  and pulling my skirt over 
my head to stand naked in the damp ground.  One  of the farmers walking over 
to me and diligently counting out the coin to the  exact amount.  Not your 
usual price; but the one set for these men.   Taking the coin and putting it 
near my skirt and then moving to the center of  the barn.  The lantern 
light illuminating the men as they form in a circle  around me.  Kneeling down 
on all fours, my knees spreading wide apart,  exposing the fat swollen lips 
of my cunt, from between my thighs from  behind.  My small breasts hanging 
straight down, jiggling gently as I shift  on my hands and knees. 
     My head raising to look at the  man in front of me and then watching 
as he pulls his cock from his  breeches.  Watching as he steps up and my 
mouth opens and he pushes his  cock against my lips and into my warm wet mouth. 
Feeling his cock swelling  as I suckle it slowly, licking around the shaft, 
and pulling on the head, my  mouth a fuck hole for his prick as it swells 
large and firmer.  The other  men standing around, their cocks hanging from 
their pants, some hard and  bobbing, others soft worms of flesh at present.
    Finally the man in front of me  pulling his cock from my lips and 
walking around behind me, feeling his hand  between my legs, teasing the fat cunt 
lips and pressing in for a moment, then  slipping out again as he moves 
close between my spread legs.  His cock  slipping into my open and welcoming 
cunt.  The shaft sliding in with ease,  as it fills my tunnel and pushes the 
walls back.  Moaning as my head  hangs down, as I shift on my knees, hips 
wriggling as the farmer pumps his cock  in and out of my wet cunny.
    Then feeling my head lifted as a  second farmer shoves his fat prick 
against my lips.  Mouth opening and  tongue sliding out once again to lick and 
tee the dark headed cock.   Feeling the new prick filling my mouth, 
stretching my lips open and then lodging  against a cheek, as my lips seal around 
it. 
    Rocking on my hands and knees as the  one in front and the one behind 
penetrate my body.  Being skewered and  rocking to their mantic rhythm as one 
and then the other slaps against my wet  cunt or my drooling mouth.  My 
hair flying around my face and shoulder as  the men fuck more wildly into my 
orifices.  Then feeling the warm splat of  seed being shot onto my back and 
ass, as one of the other farmers, who had been  jerking off around me, spews 
his cream in a jerky eruption. 
    My body rocking as my walls and mouth  work like two cunts, grasping 
and feeling the cock moving against the rings I  form with my openings.  The 
cool currents that wash over my body letting me  know that others have opened 
the barn door and come into watch.
    Looking up through the dampness of my  hair, seeing the stablemaster 
and his assistant now watching the circle of  farmers, their own cock in hand 
and jerking.
    Another sticky spew of cum coating my  back and hair and then another, 
before I feel the man in my mouth jerking with a  loud groan, and his warm 
seed coating my mouth and slipping down my raw  throat.  My lipsp aching from 
clenching tight on the shaft, and moaning  with a loud gasp as the blunt 
head pops out of my mouth and the next spurt of  his cum coats my face with 
sticky rope of white.  The man milking his cock  onto my face, rubbing more of 
his sticky goo on my cheeks and in the damp  strands of my hair.  My tongue 
trying to help as he steps back and another  man jerks off in front of my 
face.  My head lifted high, as I see the piss  hole widen and the first line 
of sticky cream arch onto my eyebrow and hang down  draping over one eye, as 
more splatter my chin and neck and breasts.  The  blasts of cum covering my 
body as another coats me with his scum.
    My eyes trying to blink away the cum  coating the eye with a white 
scum.  Feeling more dripping onto my chest  from my face and more hanging in an 
every stretching line till a rope of cum  reaches from my hanging breast to 
the floor of the barn.
    My cunt lips now sore and raw from  the continued battering of the, not 
able to remember at this point, man against  my swollen and sensitive 
labia.  The grunting of the man behind me  signaling that he is close, as I tense 
my thighs and my inner flesh around his  cock as it ripples along the 
tissue of my cunt.  His hands holding me  firmly to his body now, fingers digging 
harshly into my flesh as he spurts his  fertile seed deep, coating my cunt 
walls with his cream, forcing it against the  opening to my womb.  A hard 
slap then another as he fills me with his  frothy seed.  Gasping as I feel my 
aching breasts wiggling beneath me,  hissing as he holds me tight, his body 
tensing again as he empties into  hole.
    As I feel him slip out and his seed  oozing from my bruised lips, I 
turn to see his semi-hard cock and move my mouth  to clean it up his slick seed 
and my greasy juices.  Enjoying the moan as  my tongue laves his sensitive 
flesh, feeling it jerk and then swell aganst my  lips and tongue as I remove 
my scent from his body.
    Kneeling in front of him and giving  his cock a soft kiss, as I feel 
another load of cum coating the front of my  body, slicking my tummy and then 
sliding down to the "Y" of my body to coat my  pussy with more seed.  
Looking to see that this gift was from the  stableman, his assistant watching wide 
eyed and still pulling on his mostly soft  cock.
    The last of the farmers coating my  back and ass with more sticky goo.  
Kneeling in the light of the lanterns,  a circles of men around me and my 
body reflecting the wetness of the cream  coating me, glinting in the orange 
light as the men tuck their cocks into their  pants and walk out.  My head 
looking at them and then to my dress hanging  on the stall wall, seeing the 
stack of coins still in place.
    Smiling weakly at the stableman as he  comes over to me with a bucket 
of water and slowly pours it over my  body.   Hissing as the cold water 
touches my warm skin, shivering,  nipples aching with the touch of the icy 
fingers of moisture and my lower body  quivering, but the water washing away the 
worse of the scum from outside of  me.  My tongue still teasing the taste in 
my mouth as my fingers open my  cunt lips and massage the flesh as my hips 
buck to force out the seed nestling  inside of me.  Kneeling in a puddle of 
water and skank and finally standing  up, seeing the gaze of awe or is it 
fear in the eyes of the young assistant, as  my still firm body is displayed as 
I reach for the burlap material handed to me  to dry myself quickly.
    I may have earned money for the  Tavernkeeper; but I need to go back 
quickly and earn more or if it is empty or  almost, to clean up the place for 
the night.
    Slipping my dress over my body,  corset in hand with my small pile of 
coins.  A quick smile as I think that  I have earned the farmers attention 
and money.  A funny little game they  play,  one gets to fuck me from behind, 
one gets my mouth and the rest get  to jerk off.  It is money and not for me 
to think on what they do, just  that they do it and to me.
    Walking a little tenderly as I open  the barn door and walk, splashing 
my bare feet into the cold puddles and enter  the warmth of the Darkmoor Inn 
once more.  Another night and a few more  beat up coins to add to my stash, 
for when I am able to leave this  place.............
    
 
 
 
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