“Hand this lad a refill, please!” Arthur proclaimed, empty mug swinging in hand.
“Sure thing, sweetie.” The server, a lady who looked to be at the cusp of young adulthood, sauntered over with a confident gait, swaying her curvy hips from side to side with each step.
Stopping by his side, she bent to pick up the mug, the front of her loose-fitting white tunic dropping ever so slightly to reveal the uncovered top of her perky breasts. She was close—closer than one needed to be for the simple action of collecting a mug—but he was not complaining. Her ginger hair, tied in a cute bun, and the small, vivacious features on her youthful face were mere inches away from his. Despite the thick aroma of alcohol in the air, he caught the faintest scent of—*what was it? Ah*—rosemary.
And then she stood up and her body withdrew from him. Her eyes glanced down, below the table. The corner of her lip perked up in amusement.
“Enjoy your meal,” she said with a smirk before heading towards the bar counter.
Arthur was indeed living the best night of his (most likely short) life. A night full of drugs, drinks, and deepthroating. He looked beneath the table and was content to see—as much as *feel*—the redhead still lapping at his exposed cock like a thirsty pet. Kneeling on the floor with her hands steadying her petite body against his spread out thighs, her head bobbed up and down as her warm tongue sliced along the length of his shaft. With each lick, his cock twitched and bounced against her face, painting her face slick with his sticky precum and her own saliva. She then took him into her mouth, wrapping her wet lips around the tip. Her head started to bob up and down even harder as she sucked hard on his dick.
Not able to control his own movements at that point, he found himself reflexively thrusting himself deeper into her mouth from time to time, eliciting the sound of gasping choking from underneath the table, which only turned him on even more.
“I’m back with your poison, sweet thing.” The server from before was back with a frothing delivery of beer.
Once again, she spread herself over the table as she bent down to place the drink. The thin fabric of her tunic rode along the arch of her back, accentuating the curves of her lithe frame, before collapsing onto the top of her short checkered skirt. Its length was so lacking that the pale, pink skin of her inner thighs was just visible below the well-proportioned shape of her ass. From this exceedingly close angle, he could now see further down the crevice of her breasts as the front of her tunic slid down her chest again.
As his leering eyes soaked in the free show, his lustful mind imagined that the tight pressure gripping his cock below was actually the sensation of her perky breasts pressed together along his shaft, his growing male member speared through the gap between the buttons of her tunic, his cum soaking through the fabric and soiling her work clothes…
The moment she sat the mug down on the table, its contents began to spill out as the wooden surface shook from the heated activity below it.
“Actually, should I set it down somewhere else, or—”
“That’s okay, you can… *guhh*… leave it where it is! My friend below… is just a little bit *enthusiastic*, about… about her *work*!” With much of a struggle he spoke out breathy words in between pleasured grunts.
The ginger-haired server let out a soft scoff in good humour. She then addressed her very busy colleague underneath the table.
“Hey, Bella, you spilled some of his drink, so make sure you get cleanup done up here, you hear?”
“Ya, soon as ‘am dun wit’ the cleanup down *here*!”
Arthur was about to let out a chuckle when a renewed surge of ecstasy shot up his crotch as her sucking began again, replacing his chuckle with a moan.
Just as the server turned around to leave the table once again, Arthur shot a question at her.
“Hey, I never caught your name. Mine’s Arthur. I’ve never seen you around here before. You new?” He met her green eyes while regaining his composure—or, at least as much composure as a man could have while someone else was giving him oral sex.
“Name’s Jenny. Just started work around here couple of days ago. *You* definitely look like a regular.” On her last sentence, her eyes glanced below the table again. Another look of bemusement crossed her face.
Then, she bit her lower lip and locked his eyes with a piercing gaze. “I’m sure you’re gonna get used to being served by me, very soon.”
He wasn’t quite sure why, but her feathery voice sent a spark of energy rising through him like a magic spell. Was she sending him an invitation?
“Oh and, Bella? He’s about finished.”
“*HMMMFFGHHH*?” A confused exclamation erupted from below.
Jenny was right. As if on cue, his pleasure reached a messy crescendo as loads of cum spurted out into the mouth of poor Bella, who had been too preoccupied to heed the warning.
She yelped and disengaged her lips from his cock quickly, but the damage was already done. Her mouth was fully lined with sticky ejaculate, and trickles of cum leaked from her lips to drizzle all across the floor.
“What a mess! What a mess!”
“Bells, my *sincerest* apologies, I was too distracted to tell you beforehand.”
“You’d bet ‘er *double* ma’ tips this time ‘round, ya hear?”
“As loud as an orc’s cry, girl. Here.” A man of his word, Arthur produced five copper coins from his leather pouch and palmed them into Bella’s sticky hands.
Beaming at the payment in her hands but scowling at Arthur’s face, she stood up from under the table and straightened her crumpled skirt.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Bella.”
She had been his most favourite server ever since he started coming to this establishment. But that fact might very well change soon. His mind still couldn’t stop hanging on to Jenny’s flirting invitation from before. Was she just teasing a prospective client whom she knew had lots of coin to spend? Most probably. But whatever the case, he was clear on one thing.
Jenny would be serving him tonight.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thanks for reading! Please share your thoughts, and let me know if you’d like a part 2!
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