Chapter 22: Games With Scented Oil

“I hate to say this, but I think we need to turn back and find out what that merchant hasn’t told us,” says Samantha after a while. “Randolph could have taken any one of a dozen tracks that we’ve passed. We don’t know where we are going.”

I was already thinking the same, so I reluctantly agree with Samantha’s suggestion. I’m not normally reluctant to play sexual games, but the merchant simply annoys me in numerous ways. However, the last thing we want is to be stuck in this wilderness when it goes dark. Our journey back to Marigot is a lot easier since we can see the evidence of our outward passage along the track. Consequently, there is no uncertainty about our route. By late afternoon we are back in Marigot and arranging for a room for the night at a local inn.

I present myself at the merchant’s premises around sunset. Samantha and Charity have escorted me here. However, at my request, they’ve agreed to wait for me on one of the benches surrounding the nearby square. They position themselves so that they can see the entrance to the trading post. Whatever sexual act the merchant wishes me to perform, I feel more comfortable doing it without witnesses. During the day, the square was crowded with market stalls and traders, but it is deserted at this time of day.

“Hah! I thought you would be back tonight,” laughs the merchant. “Did you enjoy your ride in the hills?”

“If the information you gave us is false, then you will regret your duplicity,” I respond.

“No, I’m an honest merchant,” says the merchant without any hint of sarcasm. “The information I gave you is correct ... only not sufficient on its own for you to find your goal.”

For better or worse, I’ve chosen my course, so I must stick to my plan.

“So, what I am required to do to gain this ‘golden nugget’ as you call it?” I ask.

Although his request is strange, it isn’t as bad as I had feared. He has me strip myself above my waist. He then produces a bottle of scented oil. At his insistence, I apply a liberal dose over my chest with particular attention around my tits. It’s less messy to do when I’m lying on my back, which is fortunate, as it is the position he wants me to adopt.

When he is happy that my chest is well oiled and greased, he drops his trousers. His erection is enormous, easily as big as when Samantha deep throated his cock. I wait passively for his next move, barely able to take my eyes off his cock. Wicked thoughts flash through my mind at the effect such a monster would have on my innards if I allowed him between my legs. But by unspoken agreement, that’s not going to happen. Instead he straddles my waist and slides his cock between my tits. He uses his hands to squeeze my tits together. He starts pumping away, easily sliding his cock along my cleavage.

I find the sensation both bizarre and erotic. The only sound that I notice is the schlapschlap of his cock changing direction as it ploughs my cleavage as though it was fucking my cunt. My only regret is that it isn’t bringing me anywhere close to enjoying an orgasm of my own. But that was never the deal, so I don’t complain.

Finally he reaches the point of no return. With minimal warning he shoots his cum along my cleavage and all over my neck and chin. Some even finds its way into my nose. I can’t stop a sneeze, which is his cue to unmount me and hand me a small rag to clean myself up.