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One Night at the Inn - Part 1

Added 2018-09-10 23:08:21 +0000 UTC

Ciri couldn't believe it was hard again. She didn't know what had brought on the curse, but she had to do something more than what she'd been compelled to do so far. Pulling her newly acquired cock from the fly of her leather breeches she began stroking vigorously, despite being in the middle of the common room of the inn.

She just couldn't help herself; it felt so good. She would never have believed how wonderful it would feel to have a cock of her own and the joys of a male orgasm. She imagined the spectacle she was making of herself, but each time she got an erection all she could do was to wank it till it went away. This curse, she thought, was truly a powerful one.

"Excuse me, uh . . . miss?" came the voice of the serving wench from over her shoulder. Before she could continue, Ciri spurt strings of cum from the tip of her engorged prick. "Oh my!" the young woman exclaimed while smiling, unable to draw her eyes from the copious fountain of sperm that had sprung before her.

After Ciri had finally emptied her balls all over the floor, she looked up to the wench. "I'm so sorry!" she said, her face turned crimson.

The serving wench chuckled nervously and said, "Don't worry about it . . . not the first time I've had to clean up such a mess!"

Ciri felt her face turn even more flush. Before it became even more embarrassing, the young woman finally said, "This message is for you! The lady in our finest guest room said it was urgent you get it."