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“Bend!” I ordered my whore, and I pushed her head down over a table. She almost fell but I held her while the bar tender spat onto her ass to lubricate her and then repeatedly rammed his cock head against her until little by little her tight ass bud slowly opened to accept his cock. She tried to scream but the ball stopped her. No one seemed to recognise me, I did not understand till I realised I had grown a beard since I left. “How much to fuck her mouth?” someone asked. “Not yet but you all may wank and piss over it, it will help keep its skin and hair nice.” I suggested, “For tonight wanking is on the house!” I watched as half a dozen peasants dropped their trews and hauled out their swollen cocks and began wanking. The woman was gasping like a real whore now. It was like she was really enjoying the bartenders cock in her ass or maybe it was her clit against the table edge but her teats were like bullets and moisture was oozing from her cunt and running down her leg and that told its own story. I watched a while as peasant after peasant shot his load. Trails of multi coloured spunk from silver grey to almost white criss crossing her slim ripr lithe body like a giant snail had crawled all over her. In her eyes, in her hair, up her back, on her tits and of course the bartender shot his up her ass. I realised I had tarried too long and quietly slipped out the back way. I was just in time, the guards were aproaching so I slipped away towards my fathers house. I stopped part way, found a puddle to use as a mirror and carefully shaved away as much of my beard as I could with my dagger. Finally I went home. I need not have worried. Ten guards had approached the Bierhaus. They hammered on the locked door and when they were let in demanded to know about the bearded stranger and the princess. They did not make any connection between the naked spunk covered whore being shafted up the ass by Wolfgang Bentlemauser and their Princess and while their captain and three guards searched the Bierhaus and checked upstairs the others queued to fuck her ass “On der Haus” at the Barmans invitation. They left, but only after the other three had fucked her, I cannot think why they didn’t pull the gag from her mouth but maybe they knew who she was and hated her enough not to care. For myself I greeted mother and father at the forge, “Uncle Hans,” my cousin Werner, announced as he strode in, “Oh hi Willi,” he said after not seeing me girlfriend desi for a fortnight, “They have a new whore at the Bierhaus, can you lend me ten Schillings?” “Dumbkopf, she indian will have cock rot you fool,” I cautioned. “Yes but Herr Bierhausmeister allows assfuckings, not cuntfucking and you cannot get cock rot from the asshole.” he explained. “Of course you can, to be safe you should wank up her ass crack or tits dry hump her and shoot up her belly,” I suggested. “Is no fun,” he said sadly, and then asked, “How pussy was de war Willi?” I told them about the war, the good bits, not the bigtits rats and the good friends who didn’t come back. It was two hours later after I had a good wash when we went to the Bierhaus. The whore was nowhere to be seen, “Where is the Whore?” Werner asked. “Out back, we put the bitch in the dog pen, she says she is Princess Caroline!” he laughed. We went out, she was out of the doghaus with Herr Castlemeiner fucking her mouth and Herr Grainger fucking her ass while Frau Hilter held the leash I had put around the whore’s neck. “Five Schilings for to fuck her ass, Fifty Pfennigs for her mouth, twenty to wank over her,” Frau Hilter laughed, “She says she is Princess Caroline.” “And to fuck you Frau Hilter?” I asked. She grinned, she was mother’s age or more, “For you Willi, I pay you!” I saw the sign on the dog pen “Princes Cariline,” some fool had made, I wondered how they had not realised it really was her. “I think I will have a meat pie or some Knackwurst instead,” I apologised. “You would rather eat knackwurst than give me a length of your knackwurst?” she enquired and laughed. I sneaked away again, I was beginning to feel sorry for the Princess, only beginning, so after a good supper I went home to sleep in my own bed for the first time in over two years. Morning came and went, the sun was way past the noon time by the time I rose. My ass ached from the power of Yen's strokes. “I have to go to the mall for a bit and pick up a few things at the store. she asked what was wrong, and when I told her it hurt, she replied, “Okay,” and told me to try to relax. "I'll get the plates" she added and started setting the table while I grabbed some stuff out of pussy the fridge. Just deadly silence. Okay daddy, he said and stayed right there slowly, very slowly pumping his just cum cock in my ass. “Yeah, sure,” he obliged. Athena - Daughter of Zeus and Metis, goddess of wisdom, courage, inspiration, civilization, law and justice, strategic warfare, mathematics, strength, strategy, the arts, crafts, and skill. Thick back leather collars, to dainty pink ones, to a blue one that had the phrase ‘I bow to my Master’. I tweaked one indian as she stared at my naked tits with such hunger in her eyes. 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