A [Prostitute's] Life Ch. 03

"One silver'll get ya to Sintora with two meals a day. Bring your own bedroll and if it rains you'll need to find someone willing to share their tent, since we don't got space in the wagons."

The gruff merchant quickly listed all the rules and expectations I'd need to follow as I traveled with his merchant caravan. It had been far easier then I'd hoped to hitch a ride with them. I hadn't known, but apparently it wasn't exactly uncommon for people to travel with passing merchants to nearby towns and cities. Which I guess made sense, safety in numbers and all that.

I reluctantly handed over the majority of my coin in the form of one silver into the merchants calloused palm. I was left with a grand total of eight copper coins from what I'd managed to save up and from what Tom had given me after our tryst. I'd need to be careful with my remaining coin if I wanted to find somewhere to stay when I got to the nearest city, Sintora.

The merchant grunted and for a split second a smile crossed his perpetually grumpy expression and I had a sinking feeling that I'd probably way overpaid for the journey.

"Righto, we're just finishing packing up now, so wait around a span and we'll get going. Lucky you caught us before we left or you'd have needed to wait three months for the next caravan."

I squirmed and mumbled an agreement before backing away to the [Caravan Master] get back to work. In reality when I remembered the merchants were leaving today I'd rushed over to secure my way to the city. I was unwilling to spend another several months surrounded by unfounded rumours because of my class or try and go it alone since I didn't have a combat class like Tom. I hadn't even told my family where I was going, luckily they were still blissfully unaware of my situation; but there was no way that would last. They would realize where I'd gone on their own, several villagers had seen me on my way and I was planning on sending a letter when I reached the city just in case.

I awkwardly stood around as the two dozen or so [merchants] and [labourers] made short work of packing their gear and wares up. I was curious about what they were doing as I'd always dreamed of getting some variation of the [merchant] class; travelling around just sounded like a lot of fun! Unfortunately it was rather boring watching a bunch of men pack sacks of grain and boxes of goods into the three wagons.

Fortunately, they were already almost finished and we were on our way within the hour. It was my first time going further than the next village over and I was pretty anxious about travelling such a long distance. Before I could begin to second guess my decision to leave one of the [labourers] struck up a conversation with me.

"So, what made a young lass like you decide to drop everything and move to the city?"

I turned to look at the pair of curious eyes and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey! Your not old enough to call me 'young'! Your what? Twenty?"

The decidedly young man laughed.

"You got me there! Just received my class, [labourer], three months ago. Comes with some pretty sweet Skills too! Got [Lesser Strength] right off the bat!"

I giggled as the young man flexed his biceps. He wasn't exactly my type, only half a foot taller than me and his face was a bit too ruddy and squarish for me. He reminded me a bit of an ox, a very short ox, but I could see why some girls would like him, especially since he seemed to be fairly charismatic.

We chatted as we walked and I learned his name was Norman, he grew up in Sintora before setting out to make his fortune in one of the merchant caravans after receiving his class. I danced around the subject of my situation, only explaining I was hoping for better work in the city than at home. I also remembered to ask how far away the city was, three days, and got made fun of for not bringing a bedroll.

"I'm telling you I didn't have time! You guys were leaving today and I didn't have time to pack more than a couple changes of clothes!" I protested to much derision from the other labourers who'd started walking with us.

"That's not an excuse! Youneed a bedroll or at least a blanket when travelling. The ground may look soft, but it won't feel that way when you've got to actually sleep on it with a random rock digging into your back. And it gets cold out!" Norman shot back. I could only grumble in embarrassment at my lack of travelling know how.

"Speaking of cold; looks like rain tonight,"

One of the older labourers cast a critical eye to the sky and spat on the ground. I looked up at the sky and saw dark mass swirling on the horizon. That wasn't good, with my aforementioned unpreparedness I would be thoroughly soaked if I spent the night in a storm.

"That settles it. You can sleep in my tent tonight; you'll at least be outta the rain," Norman said.

"A-are you sure? I don't really have anything to repay you, with" I responded, mindful of my financial situation.

He snorted and shook his head.

"My ma would tan my backside if she heard I left a lady in the rain. Let's say you owe me a favour."

I had to agree, spending the night in the rain just didn't sound like a great time and all. There wasn't much I could do as the caravan workers hurriedly set up camp in the face of the oncoming storm. I quietly stood to the side as all the men set up tents and tied down cargo as the wind picked up and the the first drops began to fall.

"Over here!"

Norman gestured me over to his tent set up a little to the side of the rest of camp. I hurried over and ducked through the canvas flap as he held it open. And none too soon, within moments of my entering the tent the skies opened up, rain thundering thundering down.

"Wow, talk about good timing!" I said, watching the torrent of water fall from the sky. Norman laughed.

"Yeah, we should stay dry in here, the Boss makes sure we got good tents. And I've got some rations left in my pack for supper."

We sat on a blanket Norman had laid out out and broke out the dry rations he'd saved in his pack. A chunk of stale bread and cheese weren't exactly my idea of a good meal, but it beat trying to cook anything in this weather. We joked around a bit and he told me stories of his time on the road. It made me wish I'd gotten the [merchant] class like I'd always wanted; travelling around and visiting new lands sounded so exciting!

The temperature steadily dropped as night fell and our conversation gradually petered out. I was tired after a long day of walking, unused to the rigorous exercise. I looked around for a place to sleep and than remembered I didn't have a bedroll or even a blanket. In my defense, I had never travelled further than the next village over for the harvest festival, and it was only a half day journey from my home village. Still, it was embarrassing and I would need some sort of cover for the night as it was going to be cold.

"Do you by any chance have an extra blanked or something I could borrow?"

Norman who'd been setting up his own sleeping space to the side turned and grinned at my tentative question.

"'Fraid not, but I figured we could share!"

My face went red at that; sharing beds was supposed to be for married couples, not someone you'd just met that morning. The implication was clear, Norman's eye's were focused on me, but not on my face. I thought back to our interactions earlier and realized just how oblivious I'd been. Norman had been looking me up and down when he thought I wasn't looking, but I'd attributed that to standard boy behaviour. And that 'favor' he'd said I owed him, at the time I'd laughed it off as a joke, but now I realized he'd been alluding to something else entirely, and I'd agreed to it...

"Oh! Er-" I stammered, unsure how to react. I didn't want to offend Norman, but I'd only just lost my virginity this morning and was in no way ready to have sex again.

"Don't worry about it! I'll make sure we're nice and comfortable before we go to sleep!" Than noticing my discomfort he frowned, "Hey if you don't want this I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to. As I said, my Ma would kill me if I left ya out in the rain."

Relief flooded through my veins at his words, the young [labourer] wasn't trying to take advantage of me. He wasn't like the [blacksmith] back at my village, he'd just seen a pretty girl and thought he'd shoot his shot. Now that I looked I noticed that Norman was pretty nervous himself, shuffling his feet and refusing to look me in the eye. Poor boy probably didn't get much attention from girls in the caravan, the few there I'd seen were older and mostly married to the [merchants].

Something that I'd begun to realize about myself over the last few days was that I'm a bit of a people pleaser. I like it when people are happy and don't want to let them down. Such as when the priest had asked me to fellate him, he'd just seemed so lonely. Which was perhaps why I found myself negating Norman's assurances.

"N-no, don't worry about it. I'm just new to this is all."

The young man's eyes lit up at me statement and I felt my loins begin to warm in expectation. This had nothing to do with my class I told myself, it was purely for my own pleasure and no other reason.

No other reason.

"So uh-- mind if I touch you?" Norman asked, revealing his nervousness even more.

I could only give him a smile and a nod, my own mouth too dry to say anything. My only sexual experiences had been with men I'd known for years and both times I'd been in the midst of some powerful emotions. This was the first time I was trying something with a clear mind and no powerful emotions clouding my judgment.

We sat down on the blankets he'd laid out earlier and I found my eyes were glued to the ground; too nervous and embarrassed to make a move. I flinched and looked up as Norman brushed my hair away from my face.

The look on his face was familiar, I was rapidly becoming familiar with the animal desire that seemed to lay within all men. The young labourers cheeks were flushed and his eyes dilated as he cupped my chin and leaned in for a kiss.

My second ever kiss wasn't as good as the first, Norman's lips were chapped from being in the sun all day and he wasn't nearly as talented as Tom. But I still moaned with desire as my young lover sucked my bottom lip between his. I leaned into the kiss and grasped the back of Norman's neck as he flicked his tongue over my entrapped lip. His thick tongue slid back and forth across my plush lip, sending tingles down to my dripping nethers.

There was a groan and I wasn't sure if it was myself or Norman. We pulled apart from our making out and I giggled as he started fumbling with the ties on my dress. I figured my mother would be pretty disappointed that if I managed to get semen on my dress twice in one day.

I blinked and I was naked, Norman's hands roaming over my flesh. I could see the awe mixed with lust in his eyes as he gazed down at my lithe form. The familiar heat was returning and my pussy dripped as the labourer's rough hands squeezed my breasts. I wanted to tell him he was squeezing too hard, but my brain overloaded as he pinched my nipple and I blanked out for a moment.

When I came to a second later, Norman had pulled away and was removing his shirt. I rolled over and propped myself on my elbows as my lover's muscles body came into view. He had far more muscle than I'd realized, probably from carrying heavy loads all day when moving cargo. The young man blushed as I ogled his surprisingly toned body.

"I want want to see all of it," I said, my voice thick with lust.

Norman's smile widened with newfound confidence, and he rapidly undid the drawstrings on his pants and quickly dropped them to the ground. My eyes widened at the sight of his penis. If I had one word to describe it, it would be 'thick'.

It was almost twice as wide as Tom's, although it seemed to some length for it. I decided it was a worthwhile trade that many a [merchant] would make.

"Down" I said, motioning my lover to sit on his backside so I could get closer to his mushroom shaped organ.

I crawled forward, intent on getting my prize. Normans penis jutted into the air like a squat tower; perhaps one with a princess at the top. Except my tower had a much better prize-- cum. There was already a tantalizing bead of pearly cream sitting at the top of the my tower.

I leaned into my prize, distantly recalling that neither of us had washed the sweat from the road from our bodies. But it didn't matter, the smell a distant thought, I lightly flicked my tongue out catching my prize.

Norman groaned at the feeling of my nimble tongue brushing against the sensitive head. The brief taste of precum was exquisite, I was quickly gaining a taste for the salty goodness of it.

Than without further ado I leaned forward, taking his jutting penis into my mouth. I had to open wide, it was so thick I could barely fit it in. I worried about scraping my lover with my teeth, but I figured we were both willing to take that risk.

My reasoning for going for a blowjob tonight was twofold. First I was still sore from losing my virginity this morning. And second, I wanted to try out a skill for the first time.

I activated [Gag-Reflex Manipulation].

I lowered myself head onto Norman's dick, taking more and more of it into my mouth, there was dick further back into my mouth than I'd ever had before. But I felt no resistance, I was easily able to take it in feeling his wide mushroom head brush against the entrance of my throat. My nose was pressed into his bush as I took his entire dick into my mouth.

I couldn't help but smile around his dick, this was the power of classes, being able to do something beyond normal human ability. Yesterday I had choked and gagged on the dirty old priests penis, but today I was able to savor the feeling of Norman's thick cock in my mouth.

I glanced up from at the boy in question, his eyes were wide with wonder, staring at my full lips stretched over his girth and my nose pushing into his belly. He'd probably never had someone take in so much before, actually I'd be surprised if many girls actually tried to suck him; my jaw was already beginning to ache from having to stay so wide.

Then I de-activated [Gag-Reflex Manipulation], just to test it out.

Instantly I chocked, my mouth suddenly unable to contain his girth. Before where the skin of his penis had comfortably rested against the walls of my throat, there was now an almost painful sensation as his penis pressed into me. There couldn't possibly be enough room for it to fit.

I gagged and jerked back, my teeth scraping against my lover's dick before I remembered to reactivate my skill.

"Ouch! Careful with your teeth!" Norman exclaimed.

"Swshy" I mumbled around the meat between my lips.

Now that his cock was now comfortably filling my mouth once more, I began to slide my lips up and down my lover's thick organ. I moaned around the soft flesh stretching my lips, the supple flesh tasted sooo good! Precum was quickly filling my mouth as I slobbered over his dick, saliva dripping from my lips. Norman brushed my blonde locks away from my face as he gazed down at his cock filling pushed as far as it could go.

The young labourer suddenly let out a wordless moan and his already thick cock pulsed in my mouth. Remembering my time with the priest I tried to pull back but Norman's hand, previously resting lightly on my head, tensed and prevented me from pulling away. Before I could mumble a protest, warm liquid spurted into my throat. I quickly swallowed thick liquid before I choked; the fleshy taste of his penis replaced by a salty warmth.

I let Norman's cock slip from between my lips and rested my head on his thigh. We lay their awhile, him idly playing with my hair while I regained my breath and savouring the salty aftertaste of his cum. I marveled as the thick organ I'd just had in my mouth slowly softened and shrank to a fraction of its size. It was amazing how men's penis' were so small and soft until it would suddenly be thrice the size and hard as a rock, ready to plunge into whatever wet orifice was in front of it.

"C'mere,"

Norman reached down and pulled me face to face with him. I grinned at the dazed expression on his face, pleased that I could do that to a man.

"That was amazing Elly! You're really good at that!"

I giggled and reached down to press his large hand against my nethers.

"How about you show me how good you are,"

The labourer winced and pulled his hand away from my moist lips. I blinked in confusion.

"Sorry, but I'm all tuckered out," he said and leaned in to whisper in my ear before continuing, "but tomorrow night I'm going to fuck you till you scream my name."

Tingles raced through my body at his coarse words, and I felt wteness from between my legs; but to my disappointment the young labourer was already on his back, eyes closing as he smiled vacantly.

I stared at him incredulously.

What was this! He couldn't just ask me to pleasure him and then ignore my needs!

Yet that was exactly what was happening. The bastard was already asleep, having collapsed backwards with a vacant smile and begun snoring.

I let out an indignant huff and looked around our tent, as looking for something to validate my feelings. But of course the tent was bare, save for the basket containing the remains of our meal and our packs.

I had not even gained a level for my efforts! I felt like I deserved it for how pleased he seemed from my ministrations. But there was nothing.

I glared down at Norman's sleeping form and spent another moment stewing in my indignation.The young man was sprawled on his back snoring softly, he had not even bother to pull the one blanket over himself before passing out, leaving his muscular body exposed.

It was the first time I was able to get a good look of the stocky [labourer] and my eyes could not help but appreciate the sight. Compact muscle glistened with sweat in the late evening light, with only a thin layer of hair to cover him. I remembered how good it had felt to run my hands across those muscles as we made out, the corded muscles pleasing to the touch.

Inevitably, my gaze drifted downwards. Down towards the glistening member I had just had in my mouth. It was swiftly shrinking down as Norman slumbered, but I still remembered how large and thick it had been.

My hand slipped down, between my legs and I began to rub myself, just like I had when the old priest took my mouth. I savoured the salty aftertaste of his cum on my tongue, remembering the feel of his flesh sliding between my lips, the musky taste of sweat and flesh filling my mouth.

The heat between my legs was growing stronger and I let a finger slip into my wet confines. Fantasizing about his thick member.

And finally to my great shame, I missed the sensation of his cock pushing into the back of my throat. The feeling of his member pushing into tight confines of my throat was oddly pleasurable.

My breath was coming in short gasps now as my fingers moved faster and faster.

Inevitably, my mind went back to my time with Tom the previous morning and what we'd done. The feeling of having somebody inside me had been quite possible the most intense sensation I'd ever experienced. And I could not help but want to feel it again.

Oh Goddess, I craved it!

I wanted Norman to fulfill his promise to me. To make sweet love to me just like Tom had! I yearned for that sweet gentle union between man and woman.

A shudder ran through my body as I frigged myself and a low moan escaped my lips as I stared at his thick member. Imagining the fullness I would feel as the [Labourer] pushed it into my slit, accompanied by a loving gaze as we made love!

I collapsed on my side and lay there, breathing heavily. Someone nearby hooted loudly and I blushed, realizing some of the other members of the caravan probably heard me. Maybe they'd even heard my ministrations with Norman too?