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Context: piece of smutty erotica i wrote out of no where based around the seven deadly sin fandom tread lightly its not my best work.
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Gowther the goat sin gets to finally get a hand in working the tables. its a classic hit, as the customers adore him, but when he's left alone to man the tavern gowther gets the brilliant idea to collect a few tips for the tavern. little does are niaeve oblivious doll knows the customers have another type of tip in mind.
Spread out on one of the tavern tables, the customers line up as the members are pulled from the tent of there pants. a entrance torn open from gowthers tights of his work uniform as the entrace to his "tip jar" is revealed, and soon enough the men began preparing for a different kind of feast.
confuse, gowther asks for clarification on the nature of tipping and they all assure him that they each have a huge tip to give him. slowly but surely, the first plunders gowther's insides with the tip of his cock, before thrusting his entire length inside in the formation of a matting press. gowther's cock flails back and forth with each thrust but the men doesn't seem to mind. the men's cock pulsating with each thrust exploring gowthers insides, gowther can only grit his teeth letting out the occasional moan. each thrust pounding his asscheeks and boy pussy with vigor, before finally a final thrust releases a flood of baby batter. the man's cock expelling ribbons of seamen with each pulse of his cock, ribbons turn to rope, rope to string and string to silk. the men pulls his tip from gowthers tip jar as excess batter leaks from gowthers boy pussy like a faucet that took a while to fully shut off.
the man breathed heavily, gowthers body exhausted as he let out a whimpering "thank you" for the tip and in kind the customer thanks him, but not before shortly reminding him of the many excessive tips he had coming his way. gowther felt dumb struck, shocked with concern even, but felt ever more obligated to take there tips if this appeared to be what taking tips meant.
the next gentle men stepped up and the cycle repeated. gowthers boy pussy was raveged and plundered over and over again. his gritting teeth turned into soft moans, which eventually turned into lustful screams... and in time those lustful scremes became muffled moans when he suggested in his lustful state that they could use his throat to deliver more tips. gowther was now being spit roasted his throat and boy pussy being violated by the cocks of the loyal patriots of the tavern. at some point he realized this was anel sex but presumed taking tips was just another phrase for it and soon he would forget about taking tips entirely... with each load emptied inside him his belly grew a little bit bigger and once he served all 60+ patrons he looked like he was ready to give birth...
though even when it seemed over some took seconds, thirds some even forths... gowther was used like a rage doll from knight to sunrise, and when the sun rose more came to give gowther more tips... for seven days and seven nights he was fucked senseless and when they were done gowther was left a mess filled and covered with baby batter exhaling cum bubbles and with asshole gaping so wide you could loosely fit a bowling ball in him not that anyone actually tried...
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