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 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 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 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.
“Damn you are good at this,” he exclaimed.
I locked eyes with him, cock still in my mouth, and moaned again. This time his hips bucked and I allowed him to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth as he pleased. His movements became more rapid and I did my best to keep my teeth out of the way while he fucked my face. I reached down under my dress and ran a finger along my bare slit. I was so wet, I delved a little deeper thankful I hadn’t worn panties. I started stroking my clit.
My attention snapped back to the Viking whose cock pounded my mouth as he groaned loudly. I could feel the hot streams of cum pumping into my mouth with each pulse of his cock. I swallowed what I could, my throat milking him for every last drop. Wiping my face I stood up and looked at him. He was leaning against the trailer, breathing ragged. I turned to walk away, my experience being one and done.
He grabbed me by the arm, “Just where do you think you’re going slut?” he asked.
I looked down pointedly, expecting to find that once glorious cock wilted and my eyes widened. I looked back up at him surprised.
“You’re not done?” I asked incredulously.
“Hell no. I saw you playing with yourself. You didn’t think I would leave you without a good dick down did you?”
I shook my head and allowed him to pull me back against the trailer. “How are you still hard?” I just couldn’t wrap my head around it.
“I call it my super-soldier, always ready for action.”
I giggled, the name was absurd but definitely seemed to fit. The giggles died in my throat as his fingers found my dripping cunt.
“God, you’re so wet. You really are a slut aren’t you?”
“Sex is one of my favorite activities, so sue me,”
All intelligible thought left my mind as one of his fingers entered me. I arched against him grabbing his arm to keep myself steady. His finger curled around putting pressure on that wonderful little spot inside me. I groaned and ground my cunt against the palm of his hand adding pressure to my clit. The orgasm snuck up on me so fast I almost collapsed. My Viking wrapped his other arm around me before my knees buckled completely. I convulsed against him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through me. Before I even surfaced above the waves of my orgasm he had me pinned against the side of the trailer, my skirt hiked up. I wrapped a leg around his hip as he reached between us and grabbed his still hard cock. He guided it to my soaked pussy but stopped.
“Please,” I whispered, barely able to get that single word out between my panting breaths.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me. God, I need you inside me. Fuck me good and hard like a real Viking would.”
With a grin, he buried himself inside me in one stroke. I screamed. Oh my god, his cock felt so good. I felt myself being stretched to my limit and I ground my hips against him in pleasure.
“Fuck me harder,” I told him and I clung to his shoulders.
The whole trailer was rocking from the force of his thrusts. I could feel him deep inside me, and it felt like he was made just for me. I dug my nails into his bare shoulders leaving red lines on his tan skin. I couldn’t control the little noises that escaped my lips with every stroke of his cock inside me. Suddenly he went still and took a step back. I looked at him and whimpered a little.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded
He responded by pointing to the ground at his feet, “Get on your hands and knees whore.”
I obeyed, I just wanted him inside me again. I got down on my knees bracing myself on my hands, I felt him position himself behind me and lift my dress. He grabbed a handful of my hip and pulled me back, impaling me on his cock. I wanted him to go deeper, needed him to go deeper. I searched for anything on the ground to hold on to for leverage. I fisted my hands in the grass under me and pushed back against him, matching him thrust for thrust.
He was fucking me roughly one hand on each hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked me. The sensation of being filled and stretched so much was the most delicious thing I had ever felt. I was so close to cumming I could taste it. My Viking reached around and cupped one of my breasts through my dress. He pinched my nipple and that sent me over the edge.
“I’m going to cum,” I screamed right before a massive orgasm ripped through me.
My Viking rode my orgasm with me, my pussy clenching around him again and again. He began to fuck me harder his thrusts irregular until I heard him groan and I felt his cum scorch my insides as he found his release as well. He continued to fuck me slowly for several seconds before leaning over and kissing me softly on the shoulder.
There was the sound of someone clearing their throat behind us. We spun around to see April and Megan standing at the corner of the trailer, their hands on their hips. I smiled sheepishly at them.
“Hi ladies,” my Viking said to them.
Megan walked over, hand extended to help me to my feet. April planted herself right in front of my Viking and gave him a hard look. He got to his feet unashamedly tucking his cock back into his pants and lacing them up again. He towered over April, but just smiled at her and extended his hand, “Hello, my name is Arron.”
April just looked at his outstretched hand then back up at him, “Didn’t happen to tell him you were married did you?” she asked me over her shoulder.
“It never really came up,” I replied.
My Viking just shrugged, “So am I,” he said.
All three of us looked at him.
“I didn’t say it was a happy marriage,” he said, shrugging again.
I walked over to him and took his still proffered hand, “Ann,” I told him. “This is April and Megan,” I gestured to each in turn.
“Nice to meet you,” he said squeezing my hand and staring into my eyes.
I let out a small squeak as he yanked me against him and closed his mouth over mine. His lips were warm and demanding as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I felt him slip something into my cleavage, then he released me just as quickly as he had grabbed me.
“Well ladies, it’s been fun but I need to take off,” he said and grinned at me one last time.
He turned and walked away. I stared after him admiring the way his ass filled out those leather pants.
I turned to April when he was out of sight “Did you win?” I asked her.
She nodded hands still on her hips.
“Good,” I said as I headed back to the main part of the fair, “Let’s go get us a drink, I’m thirsty.”
Shaking their heads my friends followed me back into the crush of people. I took that moment to pull out the small piece of paper my Viking had slipped down the front of my dress. Written on it was his phone number. My muscles clenched deliciously in anticipation of round two.
