Cecil the Wench Ch. 06

Cecil and the Innkeeper's Son

As the weeks passed by, business slowly improved at The Bull and Mare inn - in large part due to the persuasions of Cecil the wench, and the spreading rumors of pleasures that might await inside..

However, by 'slowly improved,' it was less of a 'the inn is bustling' improvement, and more of an 'the inn isn't empty every night, just most nights' sort of improvement. As much as the innkeeper, Richard, always found something to do - and he had substantially more money to fix the inn, given modest revenue was infinitely better than the entire lack of revenue he had before - Cecil was majestic in her ability to avoid doing anything she didn't absolutely have to.

Despite her apparent laziness, Cecil had a genuine interest in the inn and wanted it to succeed. Why she did, she wasn't so sure, but she did care. When she first came she told herself thoughts of exacting her revenge on the Witches of Clendol for evicting her was the top priority, but now her mind was filled with thoughts of the inn and its future.

Early one evening, precisely those sorts of thoughts filled her mind as she leaned against the bar and stared out the window. She had pleased and placated patrons and tax collectors alike, Richard toiled endlessly - at that very moment he was away at the village, negotiating with the blacksmith and carpenters for supplies to make repairs - and yet Georg, Richard's son who had just stepped into manhood and was easily twenty years old, did nothing. Richard's wife also did nothing, but Cecil didn't care for the hag and her invisibility was welcomed, but Georg...

Cecil's mind drifted to the day she arrived at The Bull and Mare. Richard had proven a capable lover, and Georg, though inexperienced, had a passion and excitable drive that Cecil thought would be fun to have around more often. And a huge cock. That always helped - even though Cecil's body had been enchanted by the Witches of Clendol to always be clean, wet, and perfectly sized for her partner, she could tell the size difference and appreciated Georg's heft.

And yet, where was the boy now?

Cecil was pulled from her thoughts when the door opened. Two orcs rolled in; she thought one was female and one male, but in truth it could be hard to tell sometimes with orcs. Both were still attractive enough, strong and with pronounced tusks protruding from their mouths. Cecil thought it unfair how often orcs were thought of as unintelligent due to their physical prowess, as the orcs she met were often quite emotionally sensitive and thoughtful.

On closer look, the two arriving must have been recently wed. They wore matching outfits of fine cloth with silver trim and broad-brimmed hats. Each carried a light pack, and their eyes were fixed on each other, giggling as they walked into The Bull and Mare.

"Welcome!" Cecil said brightly. Realizing the fire had dwindled, she tossed a fresh log in and set about lighting candles. "Welcome to The Bull and Mare. I'm Cecil, the resident wench. What can I do for such a lovely couple?"

"We... would like a room," said one of the orcs, sending both giggling as they held hands.

Cecil grinned. While she wouldn't mind ruffling some bedding with a pair of fine orcs, she thought better of it with these two so smitten with each other.

"Might I suggest our finest suite?" Cecil said, with a twinkle in her eye. "Now now, no worries about cost - it's a quiet night and I insist on the free upgrade. Pay as a group room and enjoy yourselves. Would you like a meal? We have a hearty stew going."

After getting the orcs situated, Cecil returned to the front of the inn. She sighed, imagining what the two would be up to all night long - wondering if she would hear their sweet lovemaking from her room. Realizing the water was low, Cecil grabbed a bucket and made for the well.

Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing. Cecil lowered the bucket into the well, but before she could raise it, she spied movement out of the corner of her eye. Peering in the darkness of dusk, she spied a person sneaking around the inn. While her first thought was of the orcs, the figure she saw was far shorter and of a lighter build. Thinking it must be a thief, Cecil set down the bucket, took off her boots and followed after.

Rounding the side of the inn, she spotted the figure climbing a ladder tucked against the wall, hidden behind a few thick shrubs. The person scurried across the roof and slipped into the attic through a hatch.

"Who the hell are you?" Cecil muttered. "I will not abide some thief sneaking into my inn, especially not when that cute orc couple is about to enjoy themselves."

Cecil hurried after, cursing whoever made the ladder uncomfortable for someone of her short height to climb. Cecil eased open the hatch, careful to be sure it made not a sound. She slipped into the attic, creeping around the rafters. She held her hand over her mouth to stifle her own gasp on seeing a young man, face pressed against the attic floor. The tangles of dirty blonde hair, strong jaw, deep-set eyes, and round cheeks were unmistakable: it was Georg.

A closer look around the attic revealed what Georg had been up to all this time. An intricate walkway snaked through the attic, following the halls of the inn below. There was a platform over each room, with soft rushes packed to dampen the sound. Cecil rolled her eyes on seeing a platform over her room as well. Though she had half a mind to wring Georg's ears right then and there, Cecil eased out of the attic, then climbed down from the roof.

"Sneaky boy," she said. "You need a proper punishment for this. Let's not disturb our guests for tonight, maybe you'll learn something from seeing orcs having a proper time of it. Say, if you've been so busy watching everything, I wonder if your skill has improved at all..."

The following night, Cecil lounged at a table by a window. Richard groaned and left the bar.

"No guests tonight, then," said the innkeeper.

"As is custom. Have you seen Georg?" Cecil asked.

"No, why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason. It just seems he's been running off more and more lately," Cecil said. "I wonder what he's up to."

"If I had my way, that boy of mine would be at work alongside me," Richard said. "He's a man now, but his mother still acts like he's a baby sucking at her teat. Ah, well, I'm off for the night then, don't work too hard."

Cecil waited until she was sure Richard was well and gone. She had heard a tiny squeaking from in the rafters, and was quite certain Georg had been eavesdropping from above, and decided it was the right time to put on a show.

Rubbing her neck, Cecil moaned loudly. "Gods, I'm horny! Well, late as it is I doubt anyone will come. I haven't had personal time in so long... I can think of just the thing to scratch my itch. To my room it is!"

Cecil grinned at the subtle sounds of scrambling above. She made her way to her room and took her time unrolling a blanket and revealing her impressive collection of dildos. She ran her hands over them all, speaking loud enough to be sure Georg could hear.

"Hm... you're a bit small for me right now, I need a proper stretching. You, now you are a possibility. I do like the grooves on you, but I want something that feels more like a human. This one, this might feel nice in my ass." Cecil stopped at a comically large dildo which was near the size of her upper arm. "Oh you, now you might do just fine for my pussy. You feel quite like Georg in size and shape..."

She abruptly looked away, as though she had heard something. Hastily tossing the blanket over her collection, she looked to the front of the inn.

"Hells, what could that have been? Better be some animals and not a guest." Cecil gazed at her collection. "I'll be back for you, all of you. Tonight will be a long night, in the best of ways."

Cecil ran as fast as she could, scaled the ladder, and slipped through the roof hatch. There, as expected, she found Georg laying on a plush blanket with his pants at his knees and his cock in hand.

"Ahem."

Georg scrambled to yank his pants up, his face burning red and his legs flailing like a fish out of water, his pants refusing to budge from his knees.

"Oh stop, you are being pathetic," Cecil drolled. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell Richard, or perhaps worse, your mother. Just stop and listen, and then decide what to do."

Cecil waited as Georg sat up, staring wide-eyed and listening to her. "If you want, go ahead, run off, but then this," she said waving to the attic, "ends tonight. Or, take my offer. I will teach you a lesson, a harsh lesson but a pleasurable one, and you begin working to help support the inn. Oh, and if you ever want to touch me again, as you did on my first day here, this is the only way I will ever allow it. You're one of the lucky few to ever feel a body blessed by the Witches of Clendol, you know how it feels to have a woman conform perfectly to your cock."

"Ok, I'll take your offer," Georg said the instant Cecil finished talking.

Cecil grinned. "Sit against the post there."

Georg pulled up his trousers and sat with his back against a huge vertical beam at the center of the attic. Cecil sauntered over then revealed a rope, which she used to tie him firmly but not uncomfortably tight, with his harms at his sides.

"I'll be right back," she said.

Georg sat in tense anticipation, until Cecil returned. She carried a blanket in her arms, bundled up tightly. Laying it on the floor, she revealed a variety of dildos.

Cecil stood in front of Georg, looking down at him. She slowly undid the lacing at the front of her dress as she spoke. "What do you most want to do with me? Or should I say, to me?"

Georg blushed and stammered, fixated on Cecil's deft fingers.

"I couldn't hear you," she whispered.

"Um, well, I...."

Cecil let her dress drop the floor and flung off her shirt. She stood before Georg in her full glory. Although dim in the attic, Georg's trousers went firm at the sight. Luscious olive skin, modest but pert breasts with firm nipples, narrow waist and wide hips, with a well-trimmed vulva.

"I couldn't hear you," she said lusciously.

"Your ass!" Georg squeaked. "I want to do your ass!"

"Naughty boy," Cecil said.

Strolling back to the blanket, Cecil made sure to rock her hips seductively from side to side. She opened the top to a tub of solidified oil, then knelt on the blanket. Easing forward until her face was against the soft fabric and her ass was high in the air on full display for Georg, she scooped out a generous palmful of oil.

The oil melted as it brushed against Cecil's skin, leaving her glistening. She massaged her ass cheeks, squeezing hard and giving herself the occasional slap followed by a yelp. Her asshole puckered at the attention. Cecil rubbed down the inside of her thighs then back up, narrowly avoiding her vulva. The deft touches left her pussy dripping.

Cecil took another scoop of oil then began rubbing a single fingertip along the edges of her asshole. The delicate folds twitched and tingled. With her other hand, Cecil began gently tracing her labia. Moans escaped her lips from the balance of pleasure at both her pussy and ass. Her body yearning for more, Cecil grinded against her clit and probed the entrance to her asshole with a finger, bucking her hips back and forth. She glanced backwards to see Georg straining against the ropes.

"Oh, you can't touch yourself, can you? What a predicament," she said coyly. "Let me help."

Cecil crawled to Georg, swaying side to side on her way. She took hold of his trousers and slowly pulled them down, freeing his huge cock. It was one of the best she had ever seen on a human - and with her experience, that was quite the claim. Cecil looked deep into Georg's eyes, her smile filled with lust. Look down, she reached for his cock. The young man tensed in anticipation, when Cecil flicked the base. Shivers ran through his body, and he moaned and strained against the ropes when Cecil returned to the blanket, repositioning her ass high in the air.

Cecil wasted no time and slid a finger deep inside her ass, moaning at the tingling inside. She peered back and was delighted by the sight of Georg still struggling, his cock bouncing and wobbling as he kicked his feet helplessly. Cecil pressed back and forth, stretching and relaxing the muscles in her anus. It was unnecessary given her body was enchanted, but she nevertheless enjoyed exploring every inch inside her sensitive asshole.

Her ass craving something bigger, Cecil picked up a nearly foot-long, narrow dildo with a wide base. She coated it with oil then positioned the tip at her entrance.

"Is this what you want to do to me?" she asked, her voice sultry, without a backward glance.

Cecil pressed, guiding the dildo millimeters at a time, so achingly slow her body felt like it was going to burst, as if her asshole was begging her hand to push harder, faster. Minutes dragged, then the entire length was seated deep inside her. She slowly pulled out, then slid the dildo back in. Cecil increased her speed until her hand was pumping steadily, her ass greedily taking the full length of the dildo.

"Oh yeah, fuck me, Georg," Cecil groaned. "Just like that, Georg! Give me your big, fat, hard cock! Make me your toy! Own me!"

Faster and faster she went, shoving her ass back against the dildo with each forward thrust. She took another dildo and pressed it against her clit, rubbing it in circles. As excitement built in Cecil, she deftly thrust into her ass while pleasuring her clit until pleasure overwhelmed. She squeezed her clit tight and thrust the dildo fully into her ass as an orgasm rocked her, her legs flopping out from beneath her squirming body.

A few minutes later, Cecil's contractions calmed and she stood, dildo still in her ass and her juices dripping down her legs. She walked over to Georg and looked down once again.

"Do you want a reward?"

"Y... ye... yes, yes please, Ms. Cecil," Georg said, raising his hips to present his cock to her.

"But you've been a naughty boy. Should I reward a naughty boy?" Cecil wondered out loud.

Cecil lay down between Georg's legs, her face beside his cock. She let him twist and turn until the tip brushed against her cheek. She licked her lips teasingly, but never let his cock quite reach her open and waiting mouth. Cecil slid her hands up and down Georg's thighs, getting every closer to his cock but never quite touching it. She drifted around his raging erection, sliding her hands over his abs. She appreciated his physique - he had a body many a knight would envy.

When Georg's groaning neared a roar, Cecil grasped the base of his cock with one hand. She could feel the heat emanating, the blood pulsing inside, and yet she refused to move her hand up and down. No matter how he tried to move, the ropes prevented him from feeling any release. Cecil tapped the tip of his cock, sending electric shocks through his body. Sweat beaded on Georg's brow. With a mischievous grin, Cecil gave a tiny peck to the base of his cock.

Georg trembled, then Cecil withdrew her hand. She kissed the side of his cock, giving it a tiny nibble before leaning away.

"Do you want release?" she asked, pressing a finger against the base. "Cum for me."

Cecil began licking the underside of Georg's cock, but as his balls tensed to orgasm, she let go and scooted away. Georg gasped, but cum dribbled slowly out the tip of his cock, and his body felt not an ounce of the desired release. His head hung low and he looked with sad eyes at Cecil.

"I hope you've learned your lesson," Cecil said. "Ruining an orgasm is a pittance of a punishment, but you've taken it well. I'll be back soon, don't go anywhere."

Goerg grumbled, but bound to the post, he leaned his head back and sighed.

A few minutes later, Cecil returned, still naked. She held up a recorder; the wooden instrument was about the length of her forearm, with holes drilled along its length. She smacked it into her palm like a teacher with a crop lecturing errant students.

"You don't help your father much."

"But mother says..."

Cecil scoffed. "You're a man, are you not?"

Georg blushed. "Well yes, but I live with..."

"It's a yes or no question," Cecil said, rolling her eyes.

Georg scrunched his lips, pondering the question. "Yes."

"Then you need to decide what you want, for yourself."

Cecil lowered the recorder between her legs and began sliding it across her labia. "I think it's time you stop creeping around in the attic and start contributing around here."

Georg's eyes bulged and his cock twitched. "I didn't mean any harm, honest! I was just curious!"

Cecil closed her eyes and spread her legs. "Oh, this recorder feels so good! I wish I had something warmer."

Georg strained against the ropes, his erection growing. "Me! I'm here! I'm warm!"

"So eager," Cecil said with a chuckle, holding the ends of the recorder on either side of the body as she gyrated her hips against the instrument. "If you want to touch me, though, I'll need you to help me."

"Anything!"

Cecil smiled as a moan escaped her lips. "Bring customers to the inn."

Georg snorted. "How am I supposed to do that? The inn is failing! Before you came we hadn't seen a guest in months. The ones we see now are only because of you."

"Your lack of ambition is not thrilling me, Georg. You are doing nothing to attract clientele of any kind."

"But what can I do?" Georg said with a sigh, hanging his head low. "I have hardly any skills. My mother babied me since I was a child, I learned nothing of use."

Cecil lined the recorder up with her pussy and slid the tip in. "All good inns have a bard."

"A bard? But what instrument would I play? I don't have one."

Cecil sighed. "Georg, I'm fucking myself with a recorder. How can you ask about an instrument when there's one inside me, right in front of you."

"Oh!" Georg exclaimed, his cock nearly at its peak hardness. "I played one when I was younger!"

"Were you any good?" Cecil asked, sliding the recorder deeper in and out, the instrument glistening from her pussy.

"Yes?"

"I need more convincing," Cecil moaned.

"I can play it fine!"

"I need more!" Cecil challenged, furiously fucking herself with the instrument.

"I'll play with such heart that damsels will weep! I'll play so sweetly that deer will flock by the windows! I'll play with such vigor that the king will be driven to passion in his castle!" Georg sang, his cock fully erect.

Cecil smiled. "Good boy. I seem to have something occupying my pussy, but as I recall you had somewhere else you'd like to put that big cock of yours."

Cecil took a large scoop of oil and rubbed it between her ass cheeks. She then strutted over to Georg and leaned in, kissing him deeply. As their tongues intertwined, she stroked his cock with one hand and untied the ropes with the other. The moment his hands were free, Georg pulled Cecil in close by the waist and kissed all along her neck.

"Fuck me," she whispered into his ear. "Show me your prowess. Mount me like a bull and give me your every inch."

Georg's eyes bulged. He threw off his shirt then pushed Cecil face-first against the post. He lined his turgid cock up between her ass cheeks and slid along the oily skin. Lining the tip up with her entrance, Georg pushed until the tip disappeared inside. Cecil grabbed hold of the post and arched her back, ready for more to come.

Instead, Georg slid out. Over and over he slipped the tip of his cock into Cecil's tight ass then withdrew. Her body bucked and contorted, aching for him to enter. With each withdrawal, her asshole gaped for a moment, as if to beg him to come inside.

Georg finally lined up and plunged to his depths with a single thrust. Cecil released a coarse, guttural, animalistic grunt, but her enchantment did its job and she felt no discomfort at all. In fact, overwhelming pleasure rocked them both.

"Own me like I'm your property!" Cecil goaded. "Make. Me. Scream!"

Georg grasped Cecil tightly by the hips. He rammed himself inside her asshole like a possessed fiend as sweat dripped from them both. Cecil stood on the tips of her toes, clinging to the post for dear life as the young man fucked her with a fury she had never before felt. Cecil was overcome and an orgasm rattled her body. Her pussy clenched and the recorder went flying as Cecil squirted, her legs quivering and trembling.

Georg fucked her endlessly through her orgasm. Cecil's head flopped, her body all but spent. The sight of the wench orgasming around his cock sent Georg into a frenzy, and he felt his balls contract, ready to burst again.

"I want to cum in your mouth!" he cried out.

Recovering her constitution, Cecil giggled and knelt before Georg. She swallowed his cock until her lips pressed against his groin. The sudden change in pressure and warmth flung Georg past the point of no return and he erupted, sending hot cum into Cecil's belly.

Once his quivering eased, Cecil pulled back, gasping, and the two fell into a heap on the ground.

When they finally caught their breath, Cecil picked the recorder back up. She leaned over Georg and gave him a kiss. His mouth hung open when she leaned away, only to suddenly have the recorder, still soaked in her juices, thrust into his mouth.

"You had better start practicing," Cecil said. "You don't get my ass again until you play as sweetly as you promised!"