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Life in the small village of Torvos was the same as any other serfdom within the kingdom of Lamerias. Farmers toiled in the fields throughout the spring and summer before harvesting and selling, then paying their taxes which often came to the vast majority of their income. It left very little for savings, and most of the peasants of these small villages were only one bad harvest away from becoming destitute.
This was exactly what happened to the young couple of Arkish and Titania when their farm was set upon by a late summer storm that whipped out the majority of their crops. The two were devastated as they now barely had enough to feed themselves for the winter with only a small amount to take to market in hopes of paying their yearly taxes on time.
The two resigned themselves and made their way into the nearby city, where Arkish would take their small surplus to the local Lord’s buyers in hopes that the price of grain was high enough for them to survive until the next planting season, while Titania wondered about the city as it was one of the only times she herself got the chance to gaze at and long after the fineries of the upper class citizens who made enough to live in such luxury.
Her dirty pale feet padded their way down the cobblestone roads as she gazed at the mannequins in the storefront windows. She stopped for a moment to stare at one of the dresses in the window using her reflection to imagine herself in the beautiful dark green dress instead of the faded and worn green dress that currently adorned her voluptuous figure. The shallow neckline would surely show off more of her incredible cleavage but the sleeveless nature of the dress would make summer days working in the her poorly insulated house much more bearable. Her eyes trailed down to the matching leather sandals with silver inlays on the straps. She could imagine how much her sore feet could relax if she had them as a barrier between her and the rough unsanded floor of their small hovel.
“Admiring the merchandise?” A charismatic voice spoke from next to her.
Titania jumped slightly causing her enormous chest to jiggle in the thin unsupportive fabric that held it. “Sorry I was just looking.” She said with a bit of embarrassment at having gotten caught in her daydreaming.
The man’s frosty blue eyes scanned over the brunette woman’s figure, noting the smaller waist, wide breeding hips and her most noticeable feature in her ripe watermelon sized breasts. He also took note of her bare feet which looked uncomfortable against the hard cobblestones of the city streets. “I bet those sandals would look lovely on you.”
“Oh, there’s no way I could afford those.” She replied waving her hands slightly. “The storm this summer wiped out a lot of our crops so we don’t have money for new clothing this year.”
The man inwardly smirked at the naïve woman’s explanation. She’d unintentionally given him an opening to have a little fun with her. “Well, I’m sure we can use alternative forms of payment.”
“Alternative payment?” Titania said, tilting her head in slight confusion.
“Oh yes there are many forms of payment madam. Here come into my shop and I’m sure we can find you some sandals that fit within your alternative budget.” He said ushering her inside.
Titania shuttered slightly with the soles of her feet first touched the cold marble floors of the store’s inside. Truthfully, it was first time she’d ever even dared to set foot in one of the cities stores as in her four years of marriage her and her husband had never had the money for such luxuries. However, it seemed those of upper classes had other ways of paying that she might be able to take advantage of to secure some small luxuries for her and her husband.
The man moved to the back room of the store and returned with a pair of simple leather sandals. “These normally cost three silvers.” He said making the sandals that he normally sold for a third the price seam more expensive to sell the woman on the idea. “Alternatively, you could show me your breasts and let me fondle them for thirty seconds.”
Titania was shocked that the man wanted to trade the sandals merely to hold her breasts. She thought it a bit inappropriate, but the man was kind enough to teach her how the higher class did business and paid for things without coin.
Reaching up, she slowly untied the laces of her neckline, loosening it enough to lower the sleeves of her dress down her arms. Reaching into the now lowered neckline, she pulled out each of her heavy breasts, letting them jiggle as they left her delicate fingers. Her large tankard base sized nipples stiffening in the cool air of the stone built shop.
The shop owner licked his lips slightly as he reached his pudgy fingers out and closed them around her breasts. His thumbs grazed themselves over her nipples as her immense tit flesh spilled out from between his fat digits.
Titania bit her lip to avoid letting out at moan as she didn’t want to be rude and interrupt the man while he was exacting his payment, though she found it increasingly hard as his soft sausage like fingers explored the stiffened edges of her nipples.
The man took his time and decided to stir up a bit of conversation to distract the woman and get a bit more time to fondle her breasts. “You said your husband is a farmer madam?”
“Yes, he’s a grain farmer.” She replied, panting slightly from trying to hold back her stimulation.
“I’m sure he could use some new equipment.” It was true that they hadn’t planted as much as they could have due to the poor condition of her husband’s tools. They needed polish and sharpening, but the couple couldn’t afford the supplies.
“Yes.” She said trying to keep her answers short as he continued to paw at her breasts.
“Well, if you allowed me to use my mouth on your breasts, I could give you some of the spare supplies I have for caring for my personal tools. While a merchant by trade, I dabble in jewelry making. The care tools are similar to farm care tools but on a smaller scale.”
Titania’s face brightened slightly at the idea of surprising her husband with a new care kit for his tools. “That sounds like an amazing deal.” She said as she lifted one of her breasts to the short man’s lips.
The shop owner eagerly accepted the tit and began sucking on it like a fresh pup. She couldn’t help but think it was kind of cute. It almost made her wish the few times her husband had the energy to attempt to impregnate her had taken so that she could give the hungry pup in front of her some milk.
After what felt like much longer than thirty seconds, the man removed his mouth from her tit and smiled. “While you redress, and put on your new sandals, I’ll go get you those supplies and a basket to carry them in.”
Titania gave him a warm smile as she pushed her now saliva covered breast back into her dress. “Thank you, sir, and thank you for teaching me how the upper class does business.” She said with a slight bow.
“Of course, my dear, and feel free to come back the next time you’re in the city. I’d love to do business with you again.” He said before moving to the back to grab the supplies.
Titania smiled as she bent down and strapped her new sandals to her feet. She sighed as she instantly felt lighter with the small cushion between her and the ground.
“How do they feel?” The shop owners voice came from behind her as he waddled out from the back room with the small basket of supplies.
“They’re amazing.” She said with a hint of euphoria in her voice.
He chuckled and handed her the basket. “I included some extra oil labled for you to rub into them to keep them from cracking.”
“Thank you so much sir, but I should really get back to my husband.”
“Of course, my dear, have a lovely day.” He said, escorting her back to the door of the shop and waving as she practically floated down the street to the area where she was meant to meet her husband.
Arkish was surprised to see his wife walking towards him with a basket, as he knew he hadn’t given her any money when they’d separated. He was even more surprised by the sandals she was wearing. “My love, where did you get the basket and those sandals.”
“Do you like?” Titania said with a broad smile. “One of the merchants let me buy them with alternative payment. He also gave me this basket of supplies for you to restore some of the farm equipment over the winter so we can plant more and maybe fix the flood ditches incase we get another storm next season.”
Arkish was slightly curious, though he dismissed it, thinking his wife had offered to sweep out an old merchant’s shop in exchange for the merchandise. “That’s lovely dear. Lord knows we need the repair supplies. The hoe alone is on its last leg and shovel isn’t far behind.”
Titania smiled, believing that she had done her small family a good thing by managing to bargain for supplies. “How did it go with selling the crop?”
Arkish sighed in slight disappointment. “We made just over what our taxes will likely be this season after paying for seed for next season. I’d like to put it away for now and hope that we don’t need it before our next sale.”
“Alright my love. Let’s get home before it gets dark.” She replied with a smile as they walked back to where their mule and cart were waiting for them.
Two weeks had passed since the couple had gone to the city, and Arkish was out in the pasture tending to their small group of chickens and goats, while Titania was in their home waiting for the tax collector to come for his collection while she went about sweeping the floor.
She stopped when she heard three quick wraps on the door and walked over opening it. “Hello Lord Vargus. Please come in.” She said stepping out of the way to allow the man to step in.
Vargus nodded and walked into the small shack like home. From the front door he could see the bed stuffed with straw and the small fireplace in the corner. The room was no larger than about twelve feet by twelve feet. “Good day Miss Titania. I am here for the yearly taxes.” He said, eying her lecherously.
“Oh yes, please let me get you a drink of water while I get the bag for you to count.” She said making her way over to the bucket of drinking water, her plump backside swaying slightly and causing the thin fabric of her dress to stretch tightly across it as she bent over to fill the cup. Much to Vargus’ great enjoyment.
Titania handed the stout man the cup before getting on all fours to reach under the bed for the small bag of coins. Vargus nearly choked on the water when she jumped up and her breasts bounced and jiggled with enough force to make the tattered dress look like a flowing sea of green waves. “Oh, before I forget, I meant to ask you something.”
“Yes dear, what is it?” Vargus asked curiously.
“I was wondering if I could use alternative payment for part of our taxes this year. The storm wiped out a large amount of our crop. So, I was hoping I would be able to pay for at least part of it with alternative payment so we can keep some for our savings.” She said, with a hopeful tone in her voice.
“Alternative payment?” He asked curiously.
“Oh yes. Don’t worry I know all about it. One of the kind shop owners in the city told me about it. He said it’s one of the ways the upper class do business. I let him massage my breast for thirty seconds and he gave me these sandals.” She said lifting her dress slightly, while putting her left foot forward, showing off her pale toes which were now much cleaner since she hadn’t been forced to walk barefoot for the past two weeks. “Then I let him suck on my nipple for another thirty seconds and he gave me a basket of supplies for restoring our farm equipment, so we’ll hopefully have a better crop next season.” She explained excitedly.
Vargus’ mind whirled as he tried to piece together the woman’s explanation. Quickly realizing that she had been duped by some big city shop owner into allowing him to molest her in exchange for some cheap sandals and a basket of supplies. In normal circumstances he may have told her as such. However, this presented him with a golden opportunity to have a bit of fun with one of the most beautiful women in this backwater village. The measly forty silvers he’d have to pay out of pocket to cover their taxes when it came time for him to deliver to the Lord of the land would certainly make the yearly trip, he was forced to make to this backwater village more than worth it. After all, the Baron didn’t care where the tax money came from as long as it was all accounted for at the end of the year.
“I see, well normally we don’t explain such things to the lower class.” He said, the words dripping off his slimy tongue with as much class as he could muster to sell his lie. “Don’t want the common folk believing they can get away with using these methods for everything less they shirk their responsibilities. Which is why I must ask you to keep these payment methods a secret even from your husband. At least for the time being until your family is in a better place financially.”
Titania didn’t like keeping things from her husband, but the man in front of her was much more educated than her, so she believed he would know better than her. “Of course sir.” She said with a smile.
“Good.” Vargus smiled. “Now I’m sure you know your yearly taxes cost much more than a pair of sandals and a basket of goods, so the price will be a fair bit higher.” He said with a slight grin.
“Oh of course sir.” Titania replied, bowing her head slightly.
“Now, for your payment I first ask you to disrobe.”
Titania’s face reddened slightly, though she couldn’t exactly deny the man and back out of the arrangement now that she’d pushed for it. Untying the laces of her dress, much as she’d done for the shop owner. She allowed the garment to fall down her arms and pulled it over the swell of her heavy breasts before pulling on the floor around her.
Vargus did his best to hold back his lecherous grin as he ran his eyes over the woman in front of him. From her large breasts and erect nipples, down her slightly narrowed waist, to the large tuft of brown hair that covered her pubic mound, as well as her long shapely legs and perfect slender feet.
“Excellent. Now.” He walked over to the small table in the corner of the room and turned it to face her. Reaching under his portly belly, he untied the draw string of his linen trousers. His cock, which had already stiffened came into view.
Titania gasped slightly at the appendage which along with the man’s surprisingly bull like balls, was covered in thick course hairs that resembled a slightly lighter shade of brown than the slicked back hair on his head. What surprised her though, was the size of it. She’d only ever seen her husband’s the couple of times they’d made love in efforts to conceive. Though it failed once naturally and the second time when he was too tired to maintain his arousal.
While her husband’s penis was roughly the length of her ring finger and only slightly thicker. The cock in front of her was at lead double the length and about as thick around as her soup stirring paddle. The head was large and bulbus reminding her of an enormous deep red mushroom. She wasn’t even aware that cocks had veins, though it was now clear to her from the several throbbing ones she saw protruding from the erect one in front of her.
Vargus smirked, and sat his fat posterior down on the seat with his legs spread. “Now, kneel down between my legs.”
Titania nodded with slight hesitation and placed the dress between his legs to act as a barrier between her knees and the rough wooden floor. Slowly sinking to her knees, she marveled slightly as she got her first good look at the appendage in front of her. Her chin sat about level with the aristocrats’ large musky balls. While his actual cock towered over her heart shaped face. She felt her tingle slightly as she was forced to breathe in the masculine scent coming off of it. She quivered, looking up into his piercing green eyes. “What should I do now sir?”
“Now, wrap those fat tits around my cock and start stroking it.” He ordered.
Titania blushed slightly, a bit taken aback by the vulgar language, but quickly obeyed the orders given her. Her soft pillowy breasts wrapped around his cock, with her palms pressed against the sides to hold them in place as she began moving them up and down slowly.
Vargus let out a low moan. While they could be softer, they were about as soft as the skin of a peasant could get without the moisturizing creams found in the city. “Your skin is a bit too dry. It’s creating friction. Use your tongue to wet my cock.”
Titania’s face darkened even more. She’d never heard of a woman putting her mouth anywhere near a man’s penis before. Though before today she’d never heard of a woman using her breasts to massage a man’s erection either. Leaning her head slightly down, she allowed her tongue to hang down and caress the large throbbing head of the tax collector’s cock, electing another moan from him. Taking this as a sign she was doing a good job, she began swirling her tongue around it. She noticed that when she touched the underside of the head the man shuddered, and his cock jumped.
Titania took this as another good sign, but was frustrated as she couldn’t lick that area well from this far away. Leaning forward, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, wrapping her luscious pink lips around it. She was happy to find that it was much easier to lick the entirety of the head in this manner, with the added benefit that having the tip pressing against the bottom of her tongue as she moved it around his cock created more saliva which flowed out the edges of her lips and lubricated his shaft making it much easier to stroke him.
Vargus himself was in heaven. He couldn’t believe the dumb slut in front of him had actually wrapped her lips around him and was now sucking his cock of her own accord with no prompting other than telling her to lick it. “You’re doing a magnificent job, just like that.” He said with a low groan. He could feel his seed churning in his balls as the tip of his cock flared in her mouth, and precum leaked its way out of the slit.
Titania moaned slightly as she felt the liquid hit her tastebuds. The salty, slightly acidic taste created a unique flavor on her tongue that made her instinctively lap at the slit like a thirsty mutt for more. She could feel her own arousal dripping between her legs as her mind became fogged by lust.
Vargus moaned and grabbed a handful of her hair holding her head down on his cock. “Make sure to swallow every drop. If your husband sees my cum he might ask about your alternative payment and become lazy.”
Titania moaned slightly, only half listening to his words. In truth she didn’t need him to tell her to swallow. She wanted to swallow it down like a hungry nursing pup. Her body was heating up by the second, screaming at her to douse the lustful flames building up inside her with this man’s cum.
Vargus moaned loudly as his cock flared and erupted, sending a torrent of cum into her mouth which coated every inch of her throat. He was shocked as he watched her hungrily swallow rope after rope of his seed as his massive balls emptied themselves inside of her.
When his cock had finished with its eruption, Titania moved back to the tip, swirling her tongue around it, before narrowing it to fit inside the slit of his cock, eager to get ever last drop. Once she’d finished, she pulled back and showed him that every drop of his cum had made its way into her grateful stomach.
Vargus smirked and patted her head affectionately like one would a dog who learned a new trick. “Good, now for the last part of your payment you simply need to use that talented mouth and tongue of yours to clean my balls. I’ve been on the road all day and they’ll be uncomfortable the rest of the way back to the city if I don’t get them clean.”
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