Unexpected Complications

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The girls and I finished putting the finishing touches on our costumes. Megan was dressed as a high born Lady, her dark blue dress had ruffled sleeves and a low neckline. Her light brown hair was in a bun with wispy curls falling down around her face. The dress fit her compact, curvy form beautifully. The full skirt brushed the ground as she spun in a circle like a child.“I love this dress,” she squealed.“It looks amazing on you,” I said. I was a tad jealous. I couldn’t afford to buy a dress like that just to wear to the Renaissance Fair.I frowned at my reflection in the mirror. My dress was a dull red color. It hugged my 5’3 frame in all the right places even though the cut was simple. It had sleeves that reached just below my elbows and the square neckline showed off the top of my cleavage. The skirt was a single layer and ended just a few inches below my knees. There was a line of roses done in black embroidery along the hem, but that was the only embellishment. My curly, dark brown hair fell loose to just past my shoulders. I studied myself in the full length mirror and shrugged. ‘Oh well,’ I thought to myself.The other member of our group was April. She was blonde but her hair was cut short. She was wearing a pair of brown leather breeches and a brown leather vest with a wooden bow slung across her back. She was a maiden archer, but if it wasn’t for the mosquito bites on her chest and her slim figure she could have passed for a guy.“Are we ready to go?” I asked looking at the other girls.“Yes!” Megan said enthusiastically.April nodded.“On to the fair,” I announced and headed out the door.We piled into my SUV and I cranked up some Halestorm. It took us about forty-five minutes istanbul travesti to get to the fairgrounds and even though it was still early the place was packed with people. I found a parking spot and we headed for the ticket booth. Once we paid for our tickets and stepped through the gate we were in the 1500s. The facade of the stands was rough wood, and everyone was wearing brightly colored costumes decked out with fake weaponry. The people in the stands were selling everything you could imagine: wooden carvings, food, ale, mead, costumes, and accessories. Megan turned to us, “I’m going to go find the bathroom, I’ll meet you guys at the archery range.”“Okay, don’t get lost,” I hollered back as she pushed her way through the crowd.As the crowd parted I caught a glimpse of a guy dressed as what had to be a Viking. His hair was almost black, shaved on the sides, and braided down the middle. It hung past his shoulders which were bare except for leather bands that crisscrossed his chest. He had a pair of large battle axes strapped to his back, the handles sticking up a good six inches over each shoulder. His pants looked like dark leather and they hung low enough that I was surprised I didn’t see hair peeking up in the front. His arms were hugely muscled and his abs were visible but not obscene. About the same time I realized my mouth was hanging open, he caught me staring and I looked away, embarrassed.April giggled and I shot her a dirty look. By the time I looked back, the crowd had already swallowed up the mysterious Viking. I heaved a sigh.I took April by the hand, “Come on let’s get you signed up for the archery competition,” and led the way istanbul travesti through the throngs of people.Megan finally found us again right before April’s turn to shoot. The competition was unofficial, but if you finished in the top four you got a voucher book for free mead. April was a novice competitor in the community so she thought she had a pretty good chance at winning a voucher.April and Megan walked up to the line when it was April’s turn to shoot. Megan was going to be handing April the arrows. It was a timed event, you had so much time to fire off as many arrows as you could. It was scored by the number of arrows that hit the target and accuracy. Points were deducted when you missed the target.I watched from the sidelines as the competition began. About half way through it the hair on the back of my neck stood on end and I felt something press up against me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a leather banded bare chest. Tilting my head back I saw the Viking from earlier looking down at me with a grin. My loins clenched involuntarily as I stared up at him. I felt something touch the back of my thigh and slowly move higher till it cupped my ass cheek. I gasped at the contact and clenched my thighs together. His hand moved to grasp my hip, the other hand doing the same on the other side. He subtly pulled me back against him. I could feel his hard cock against my lower back. I bit back a groan. I couldn’t help it as I rubbed against him. I heard a breathy laugh next to my ear.“I thought so,” he said.The next thing I knew he was propelling me through the crowd to the quieter side of the fairgrounds used for storage. Alarm bells were istanbul travesti going off in my head. I didn’t know this man, what the hell was I doing? Then I looked down at his ass and all rational thought left my mind.He led me behind a storage trailer, grabbing my shoulders he shoved me against the side. He looked me up and down with a wicked grin. “Oh I’m going to enjoy fucking you, village girl,” he snarled.“You ain’t got the balls boy,” I spat at him. He wanted to play Viking I would be more than willing to go along with it. The thought alone was making me wet. I loved to roleplay. His response to my taunt was to grab a fist full of my hair and force me to my knees. With his other hand, he unlaced the string that held his pants up. I could see the outline of his erection in the fabric. If it had been pointing straight up the head would have been visible outside of his pants. The thought made me groan.He pulled his hard cock out of his pants, the tip glistening with precum, it was large but not massive, thankfully. Too much length was uncomfortable for me but it had girth.Holding my hair with one hand he guided his cock to my mouth. “Suck it whore,” he commanded.I grinned up at him, “I’ll bite it off first, bastard!” He released his cock long enough to slap me softly across the face. When I opened my mouth to say something he shoved his cock in as far as it would go. I gagged and pulled back. Taking a breath I slid the length of him back into my mouth. His hand was still tangled in my hair but he didn’t try to control my head. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock to keep it steady. Using as much suction as I could muster I took him slowly into my mouth again. Releasing the suction I lightly dragged my teeth back up his cock. I heard him gasp. When I reached the head I sucked on it, rubbing the underside with my tongue. I took him fully in again and swallowed allowing my throat muscles to constrict around him. I moaned low to add vibration to the mix.

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