Kennedy waited in hungry anticipation. She felt the sweat on her back mixing with the cool air of the air conditioner. She could only hear the soft movements around her, the roar of the air conditioner, or the hum of the butterfly clit stimulator buzz when Lorne pushed the button. Each time bringing her close to an orgasm, but always stopping early. She would fruitlessly hump the air until she felt the sting of the whip across her bare ass, causing her to yelp and whimper.
Her wrists were tied to the headboard of the bed. Her blue eyes were blindfolded, effectively preventing her from seeing anything. The ball gag in her mouth kept her quiet, except for the yelps that escaped when she was spanked. Her long, blonde hair was tied in a French braid and hung over her left shoulder. She was on her knees with a small cushion under her abdomen, helping support her weight. Her breasts hung down, nipples hard and pointing toward the bed below her. She felt the butt plug Lorne had bought just for her, filling her perfectly, stretching her ass for the pending penetration of his cock.
It was their last night together, and Lorne had mentioned to Kennedy that before he left, he was going to enjoy her fine ass. It was clear to her, he was truly a man of his word as she knelt naked, bound, and about to be taken in a way she had only fantasized about. It was an act she never imagined she would ever trust someone enough to perform and therefore never had allowed.
Kennedy thought back on how they met, and the circumstances that lead to this amazing moment in time. It started with a phone call from an unknown number.
"Hello," said Kennedy.
"Kennedy? It's Dawn!" said the woman's voice on the other end.
"Oh hi!" exclaimed Kennedy. "How are you?"
"I'm great," said Dawn, "but I have a problem. Actually, it's my clan who has a problem."
"Your ... clan?"
"Oh right, you have no idea what I do," said Dawn. "I work the Renaissance Faire circuit."
"My clan, the people I work with, are a good bunch of folks. It is our job to serve the food and drinks to the guests."
"So, our barkeep was in a serious car accident and can't work the faire this year. We need an experienced barkeep, desperately."
Kennedy smiled. As a professional bartender, she knew she would be perfect for the job. What Dawn didn't know, was that Kennedy had a secret desire to work at a Renaissance Faire. "Do I need a costume?"
"I'm sure I've got something that might fit you."
"When's the faire?"
"You'll do it?" exclaimed Dawn. "That's great! We start in two weeks. We work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday."
Kennedy realized this schedule would conflict with her regular bartending duties at the bar where she worked. "I didn't say that Dawn, I've got a regular job you know."
"We work during the day," explained Dawn. "I just assumed you worked at night."
"And when I am supposed to sleep?"
"I didn't think about that."
"Let me talk with my boss before I say yes or no."
"Please call back as soon as you can!"
Kennedy called her boss who suggested she use her vacation time to work the faire, so she would eliminate the need for double shifts. She could then take a couple of shifts at the bar during the week so whoever worked her shift during the weekends could have the days off.
Kennedy worked with Dawn and her clan on the costume and dialect needed to be a Renaissance Faire barmaid. For the most part, it was a costume showing a heavy amount of cleavage, with a maroon and gold corset, and full-length, green and blue skirt. The white, off-the-shoulder under-blouse added just the right amount of accent to the costume's top, adding that element of sexy and slutty.
The first day of the faire was the roughest as she wasn't used to the rigorous schedule or the scorching heat. Dawn worked side by side with Kennedy and together they made the best of the situation. As the faire guests left, the faire regulars began filtering into the tavern. One group was clearly Scottish, wearing green tartan kilts and colorful shirts with dark vests. They came in singing loudly, chanting what seemed to be their clan song as they took over a back table.
"Ah, the MacPhallus Clan," giggled Dawn.
"MacPhallus?" asked Kennedy.
"Oh right, we forgot to discuss names. Here, everyone comes up with crazy names. The MacPhallus' are notorious for fucking anything that moves."
"Thanks for the warning."
One of the clan members, a tall handsome man with long auburn hair and a beard, stepped up and said in a thick, Scottish accent, "Round of drinks for me clansmen, wench!"
Kennedy poured the drinks quickly with a smile and said slyly, "Tell me sir, is it true what they say about what Scotsmen don't wear beneath their kilts?"
"Maybe later the wench will find out," he replied with a grin and a wink. She could smell the aroma of Scotch whisky on his breath.
He took the drinks and the party continued. Other members of the faire came in, drank, ate, and hooked up. Many of the members of the MacPhallus clan left with one or more of the women who came in until the only remaining was the man who ordered the drinks. Kennedy and Dawn began cleaning up, putting stock away, and closing the tavern. Kennedy slipped into the back, where they kept stock, to put some items away when she was pinned against a wall of products by a man.
"Still be wantin' to know what be under me kilt, wench?"
Kennedy smiled. "What's in it for me?"
He turned her around. She could see the burning lust in his brown eyes. "A tasty treat if ye be good."
"I'm never good."
"I be countin' on that."
He pushed her down to her knees, then lifted his kilt. Kennedy smiled. "I see the good Lord blessed you, indeed."
"Take it wench and do your best."
"Ye be havin' a name?" she asked.
"Make me cum wench and I be tellin' ya."
Kennedy took his cock into her hand. The soft skin began to tighten as she slid the foreskin back from the head, exposing the purple mushroom head, and licked the tip. The salty precum coated her tongue, fueling her desire, and dampening her pussy.
"Mmm," she purred, "delicious."
He reached down, grabbed the back of her head and pushed her onto his cock. "I told you to make me cum wench, not play around or talk."
He forced his cock into Kennedy's mouth, shoving it deep without care. Kennedy gagged and choked as his cock filled her mouth and throat. He held Kennedy's hair tight and fucked her mouth the way he would fuck a pussy. He pulled out and Kennedy gasped, "What the hell?"
"I said I wanted to cum, wench. Now back to work."
He pushed his cock into Kennedy's mouth and resumed fucking. She never had a man take such control over her, and she found herself enjoying it. She licked and sucked his cock, feeling it grow. Her tongue played with his foreskin, teasing him and making him moan. She was glad the skirt of her dress protected her knees from the hard ground. The air was thick with dust, mixing with his musky aroma, and the faint scent of Scotch whisky and beer.
The feeling of her mouth, teeth, and tongue added to his arousal. "Yes wench! Just a bit more!"
Kennedy sucked, licked, and did her best to make her mystery man cum when she heard, "FUCK!" as his cum filled her mouth, ran down her throat, and leaked out of the edges of her mouth.
He pulled his softened cock from her mouth and smiled. "Me clan-mates call me Shamus, but me real name is Lorne. What be yours?"
Lorne slapped her cheek with his softened cock and said, "Tomorrow I be fucking your fine pussy, Kennedy."
Lorne lowered his kilt and left. Kennedy stood up, dusted off her skirt, and returned to the tavern where Dawn was sitting, drinking a beer. "Have fun?"
"Excuse me?" asked Kennedy.
"I just saw Shamus MacPhallus leave. I'm not stupid."
"Yeah," sighed Kennedy, "I had fun."
"Just know he's the biggest man-whore here at the faire. Don't be surprised if he hooks up with someone else tomorrow."
True to his word, Shamus MacPhallus, or Lorne to Kennedy, returned to the tavern the next evening and met her in the back. "Good evening, me saucy wench."
"Good evening," she said, smiling.
Lorne took Kennedy into his arms and kissed her lips hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed her wrists, holding them tight, then turned her around and tied her hands behind her back. Lifting her skirt, he tucked it in behind her tied wrists, and saw her lace thong panty.
"Tut, tut, tut," he hissed. "Thou art wearing the wrong undergarments."
Kennedy wiggled her ass a little and giggled, "I find these more my style."
"They are quite sexy on ye fine ass," he said, as he slid them out of the way and rammed his hard cock into her pussy.
Just as with the oral, the sex was rough and intense. Occasionally Lorne wrapped his hands around Kennedy's throat, choking her to the point of breathlessness and then releasing. The first time scared Kennedy, but she realized quickly how erotic the sensation was, and she craved more. After her second orgasm, Lorne pulled out and shot his spunk all over her ass.
"Meet me out back tomorrow, wench."
"And if I don't?" she asked.
Lorne put his hand around her throat and said, "Then we be over wench, and I be movin' on."
The next night, Kennedy found Lorne waiting for her under a tree. "I hope you weren't waiting too long," she said.
"Aye wench. But I understand ye have a job to do first."
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