Mellisa couldn't stop brooding, and once again she kicked her heels into Mugwump's sides. The old plow horse whinnied and set to lightly trotting again before tossing it's head and giving the dark haired girl the evil eye which Mellisa was quick to return. The curvy green eyed girl had traded the last of her copper pieces she'd saved up to old farmer Tomas for the horse, and when that wasn't enough, a roll in the hay had sealed the deal. She winced at the memory, it still hurt to ride after the mounting old Tomas had given her rear. Mellisa hadn't expected a man that old to be quite so... lively. But what was done was done, and she had the horse, even if the stupid thing should have gone to the knacker. As she swayed on the horses back, the dogged footsteps of her followers behind her, she wondered how she ever thought this was a good idea.
Mellisa had always been pretty, with her mischievous green eyes and plump pink lips set in a gorgeous tan face framed by silky shoulder length dark hair. Boy's had swooned at her good looks. But boys and men alike swooned at her curvy body, which had filled out early and filled out well. Her bouncy big tits, ever threatening to break free of any bodice she wore, and the rich swell of her hips that tapered into her long legs. She stood at average height, but as the men at the tavern liked to joke, her legs took longer to fully inspect than those of a tall girl. But most interesting of all was her tan skin, deemed exotic and beautiful by the men of the town. These were Mellisa's tools, and she was an expert in their use.
As much as she would never tell them, she hated the men that chased her. Almost as much as the soft headed boys who were constantly asking her to run away with them, because their love was true love. They all thought she was weak, some swooning pretty headed idiot who would just drop everything at a moments notice for a man. But she knew otherwise. She was going to be someone, someone important, and she already on her journey to prove it. The plan had come to her on her sixteenth birthday, just weeks prior, when the tinker had arrived.
The chiming of bells and banging of pots signaled the tinker's presence, and sure enough the townsfolk came. Their kind was always a big deal for the town, as they always held something for everyone. Mending of clothes and shoes, gadgets and trinkets for the curious and the young, poultices and potions for the sick and for the foolish. Mellisa couldn't count how many times green boys had come running to her to tell her of their buy, of how no other boy would be able to please her after they drank the potions and she saw what magic they worked on their cocks. Of course the magic would need a week to do it's work, just long enough for the tinker to get out of town. Mellisa had sat and waited out all the other customers, watching the short balding man grin and chatter with the townsfolk, using the charisma his kind were famous for. Sure enough as the sun began to set, he ran out of customers and began to close up his massive cart before he set out for the inn. With a quick tug on her bodice Melissa pulled her tits high and tight and set across the street mustering up her most seductive sashaying.
It took the Tinker a few seconds before his nose picked up the gentle scent of perfume, and he had to hide the smile that was beginning to grow on his face. He continued his work pretending not to notice her, fingers nimbly threading the leather flaps across the cart shut, until a feminine cough signaled her annoyance. These little towns always had one or two of them, girls desperate for adventure, desperate to escape their boring lives. It was just a matter of figuring out what kind of adventure they planned on, and selling them their poison. After his fee of course. Just a month prior the Tinker had sold a short waifish blond girl a ornate wand, allowing the user to shoot balls of green fire at a whimsy. The things she had done for that wand... the Tinker licked his lips remembering. All while she told him of her plans to clear a local den of goblins out and become a hero in the town. The tinker failed to mention that the wand was made of cheap metal for all it's pretty designs, and had a bad habit of sputtering uselessly when needed most. He had shook his head sadly along with the others as the guards told of how they found what was left of the sorely abused girl spitted over a magical green campfire. Though the tinker was pleased to hear the wand worked well enough for the goblins. But that was enough reminiscing for now, after all, he had business to attend to. With a warm smile he dropped his work and turned, his smile growing larger as he saw the dark haired girl. His eyes caught on her magnificent tits nearly bursting free of her shirt and knew exactly what his fee would be.
Melissa nearly sighed as the tinker poorly veiled his attempt to look her up and down. But she knew the game, and she knew how to play it. "I-I was wondering if you could help me sir," She asked him quietly, playing the nervous maid. His eye's snapped back to her face, "Of course my dear! What can I help you with? Perhaps a fine new dress for a girl as pretty as you?" The bastard looked to be eating it up. "Oh no sir, I'm looking for... something else." She smiled lightly at him, pretending to enjoy the compliment he had thrown her. "Perhaps some fine jewelry, or a love potion to trap your dearest loves heart?" His smile grew warmer, and his eyes began to roam again. "No sir, I'm looking for something a little more... exciting." She looked away as if shy. "Exciting eh? Well then, please follow me my dear, I keep my greatest wares on the inside of my cart." The man nodded lightly and gave a quick look around before making his way to the back of the cart and climbing in. Melissa had this fool wrapped around her little finger, she knew already that his best wares would be inside the cart. Better yet though, she would be free to bare her own best wares back there for trade. She laughed girlishly as the man offered her his hand and pulled her up into the cart.
As he pulled the girl into the cart, the tinker fully enjoyed the sight of her ample breasts bouncing. His mind was running through potential wares as he lit the lantern inside, trying his best to pin this girl with an item. "How about this my dear? A fine leather bound spell book, capable of teaching anyone the power of magic, why I could even sell you most of the ingredients needed!" The spell book's first few pages were all that it contained of true magic, and it was of the piddling kind that would amaze children and do little else. Everything after that was just mumbo jumbo, and were the type that needed to be tested in battle. A time in which it would be too late to do anything once they found out they were swindled. But to his annoyance the girl shook her head no, "No sir, I think I'm looking for something else, though it is very interesting!" She beamed another pretty smile at him, and decided to try another route. "What of this girl, an invisibility salve!?" He gave her a conspiratorial wink. The salve failed nearly instantaneously when-. The girl interrupted his thoughts. "These sir! these are perfect!" The tinker stood nonplussed as the girl bounced with joy, pointing to a few pieces of rusty armor and an equally rusty sword, her body bouncing and jiggling with her. He had figured some boy with visions of knighthood in his addled head would no doubt want that, not some prissy girl. Well, it mattered not to him, as long as he sold something and he got what he wanted. "Well... I suppose I could part with such fine tools, but I would require a good sum of money my dear, a sum I fear out of reach for one your age." He was equally surprised to see her withdraw a fistful of copper pieces from her pocket, "Would this be enough?" she asked innocently. The man nearly let a greedy gleam enter his eye, these bumpkins never knew what things they hadn't seen before were worth, and almost always overpaid. But he hadn't expected it to be by this much. "I fear not," he told her and watched her face fall, "thought perhaps if you could sweeten the deal a little..."
The Tinker groaned as he straddled the girls chest, his thick veined cock firmly planted between the girls silky tan breasts. He flicked her nipples hard as he thrust into her tits, enjoying the look on her face as each push caused his glistening purple cock head to slide across her lips, leaving thick lines of precum. He roughly grabbed onto her hands where they pushed her tits up around his shaft, and pushed them tighter. Ignoring her pained yelp and fucking the soft globes harder, moaning all the while as he set them jiggling wildly. "Suck the tip you little harlot, you'll earn this!" He growled at her as he increased his speed. She gingerly reached out her tongue and licked the tip as he thrust, then her face screwing up in disgust. With another growl he grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, forcing his cock into her mouth and moving his hips forward. He fucked her tits and mouth with hard short thrusts, reveling in her warm moist mouth wrapped around the top of his cock while his shaft between heaven. Finally though it became too much, and with a grunt and a hard thrust he exploded into the now squealing girls mouth. He pulled out with a pop, enjoying the sight of line after thick line of cum shot into the dark haired beauties mouth and across her face, pulling back further to spray a few lines across her abused tits.
Melissa painfully swallowed the Tinker's cum as he set about sliding his pants on. She hadn't expected him to be so rough. Dreading his response she asked, "You don't have any poison do you?" The Tinker let his pants drop and didn't bother to hide the greedy gleam in his eye, "I do indeed."
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