Shortstack Saturday - Nerma Blackhammer

Shortstack Saturday - Nerma Blackhammer

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A story about Nerma Blackhammer helping her big, human apprentice focus on the task at hand instead of being distracted by her.

Contains: M/F, shortstack, dwarf, huge breasts, muscle, size difference, huge cock, blowjob, throatfuck, vaginal sex, excessive cum.

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Nerma Blackhammer

Samuel of Gort had been apprenticed to the Blackhammer Smithy nearly two years ago now. Living in the big city and making arms and armour for traveled adventurers and mercenaries sure beat maintaining farming equipment and shoeing horses. That being said, work was hard. Even after two years, Samuel hadn’t gotten used to the amount of orders both he and his master had to take care of with just the two of them.

‘Samuel!’ The husky voice of his teacher called out. ‘Richard Twaite is here! Bring his blade and armour!’

‘Coming!’ Samuel roared back, wiping the sweat from his brow as he finished hammering out the last dent in the armour of mister Twaite. He decided to give it a quick polish before he returned to the front of the store.

‘Samuel!’ His teacher called out again.

Samuel finished his work rather quickly and, he feared, sloppily. Grabbing the sword that belonged with the armour as an after and carried them both over to where his teacher and the client were waiting. The client in question was a man that appeared to be permanently sweaty with swept back brown hair that clung rather tightly to his head. He would’ve been handsome if he wasn’t constantly scowling and looking down on people past his sharp, beak-like nose.

Of course, it was rather hard not to look down at Samuel’s teacher, considering how she was a dwarf and barely reached the five feet mark. Her name was Nerma Blackhammer, perhaps the only dwarf in the city of Vane. Her shoulders were rather broad and she had defined muscles on her arms and on her back. Despite those, she looked almost cute with her flaming red hair being held in a loose bun to keep it from obscuring her pleasantly rounded face with the dusting of freckles running over the bridge of her nose and underneath her big brown eyes.

‘What are you waiting for, Samuel?’ Nerma asked with a cock of one of her arched red eyebrows.

‘Apologies, Mistress Blackhammer.’ Samuel muttered when he realized he had been staring at the dwarf and hurriedly went over to the customer to help him with putting on his armour.

‘Is everything in order, sir?’ Nerma asked as she watched the customer pull his blade from his scabbard with one hand while he used the other to give his breastplate an experimental touch.

‘Yes, everything seems to be fine,’ Richard Twaite said with a satisfied nod. ‘As alway, you do good work, Miss Blackhammer.’ He added, as he plopped down a leather pouch that bulged with coin on the counter.

Nerma weighed the pouch with a glance in the customer’s direction. They had had problems with adventurers not paying the agreed upon price before, or shaving down coins. But, everything seemed to be in order as Nerma put the pouch of coin away with a satisfied nod and gave the customer a friendly smile.

‘Thank you very much, Mister Twaite, we hope to see you again. Of course, not too soon. That wouldn’t reflect well on the work we do.’ Nerma said as she bade the customer farewell.

As soon as the door closed, Nerma turned around on her heel and headed back into the workshop.

‘Come on Samuel, we still have plenty of other orders to finish today.’ The dwarf called over her shoulder.

‘Yes, ma’am!’ Samuel replied as he jogged after her.

For the next few hours, Samuel assisted Nerma with whatever she needed. But as usual, he felt his eyes…wandering. Although she was wearing a thick leather apron, matching leather, thick woolen trousers and sturdy boots, she was topless underneath the apron. Apparently the sparks and occasional shard of metal flying off the arms and armour she was working on didn’t bother her. Samuel wondered if it was because she was a dwarf?

If he had to be honest with himself, he knew that he wasn’t staring at her body out of curiosity. Each time she brought the hammer down her pale, freckled chest shook within the confines of her leather apron. For a woman of her diminutive size, the globes were quite sizable. Both orbs were nearly the size of her head, even when he approached her from the back he could see them bulging out from the sides of her small, muscular frame. Samuel only realized how long he had been staring when he realized that the dwarf’s huge tits had stopped jiggling and that she had put her hammer aside.

‘Alright, Samuel. Pull your trousers down.’ Nerma demanded.

‘What!?’ Samuel squeaked, as he jumped backwards from the busty dwarf.

‘You have been staring at me for the past two years now,’ Nerma stated, and Samuel swallowed audibly. ‘And we could get our work done a lot faster if you focused. So, pants down. Now.’ The dwarf ordered.

Samuel fell completely silent in response to that. He had fantasized about a situation like this many times but never expected it to actually happen. He started fumbling with his trousers, but it rapidly became clear that he wasn’t making any progress. So Nerma stepped in and decided to help him. In a second, Samuel’s trousers were off and his semi-erect dick had flopped out to rest on top of Nerma’s head.

‘Everything about you is big, isn’t it?’ Nerma asked, unfazed by the huge, girthy piece of meat throbbing dully against her skull as precum leaked into her hair.

‘I always was the biggest boy in my village,’ Samuel replied, before coughing awkwardly. ‘Eh… I meant, the tallest?’

When he first joined Nerma’s Smithy at sixteen he was already easily over six feet and quite brawny. But he had gained nearly seven inches in height and his arms had possibly grown even thicker and his shoulders broader. He always thought he was rather large below the belt too, but now he wasn’t as certain.It had always been hard to judge whether Nerma was surprised as she was rather in control of her expressions. And right now wasn’t any different.

‘Anyway, let’s make sure that this monster can fit in your trousers again.’ Nerma muttered as she took off her gloves. It had been more to herself than to her apprentice since he was clearly lost in thought again. She couldn’t see his face past the fat piece of meat obscuring her vision, but he probably had that glazed look in those dark blue eyes of his again.

But as soon as she reached back to undo the knots holding her apron up, she felt that Samuel’s attention was fully on her once more. Another audible gulp resounded through the workshop as her huge freckled tits, shining with sweat, appeared in the open. Despite the heat in the smithy the dwarf’s think pink nipples stood up completely erect, making Samuel wonder whether Nerma had actually been looking forward to doing this…

‘Oh, it’s gotten even bigger!’ Nerma commented as she felt the weight that had been resting on her head abate somewhat as Samuel’s huge prick rose up and seemed to grow even fatter, fat blue veins also started bulge up along its length.

Ner-…Mistress Blackhammer?’ Samuel began.

The question about whether she had wanted this or not died on his tongue as soon as he felt Nerma’s soft lips wrap around the crown of his shaft. The dwarf cocked her arched flame red eyebrow for the second time today when it concerned her apprentice, but didn’t otherwise stop circling her tongue around the young man’s fat cockhead. With a satisfied sigh, he laid a big, calloused hand on Nerma’s head. She glared up at him, but the effect was somewhat lost due to the way her cheeks were bulging out while her apprentice’s precum dribbled down her chin.

Nerma continued to suck on Samuel’s cockhead for several more minutes, when she tried to force more of the monstrous member down her throat though she started to gag and spit out more of Samuel’s precum mixed with her saliva. In the two years that he had worked under her, Samuel had never seen his teacher struggle with anything. The dwarf always appeared confident and seemed to be able to do anything. But now, her eyes were watering and she drooled all over his shaft. It was kind of…cute. And it also made Samuel want to “help” her.

‘Try to relax your throat, Mistress.’ Samuel groaned as his other hand tightened around Nerma’s loose bun.

The dwarf’s eyes widened and more saliva and precum spilled from her mouth as her apprentice forced his monstercock down her throat. He watched, eagerly, as Nerma’s throat bulged outwards obscenely. The small, red haired woman beat against Samuel’s thick, muscular thighs but he did not stop for at least a few minutes. Despite the pain he felt from the dwarf’s powerful fists. Only when he managed to fit his huge shaft halfway down his Mistress’ throat did he realize what he was doing.

‘Apologies, Mistress!’ The young apprentice gasped as he released the dwarf’s hair.

Nerma glared up at the young man, red faced with tears of effort streaming down her cheeks which washed away the dirt and ash that had been clinging to them. A combination of precum and saliva hung from jawline to form a sort of perverted beard, and Samuel wisely decided against making a joke about how it was true that female dwarfs had beards too after all. Even though he feared some retaliation from Nerma as soon as he released her head, the dwarf didn’t move. In fact, she began to run her tongue over Samuel’s veiny shaft again, breathing loudly through her nose.

Not sure what to do next, Samuel swept his sweaty blonde hair out of his eyes and decided to enjoy his Mistress’ tongue for a few seconds… before quickly grabbing her head with both of his big hands again. With a grunt of effort, he started moving his hips back and forth. Slowly at first, obviously, in the hopes that the busty dwarf would get used to the huge prick sliding in and out of her throat. But it did not take long before he started getting impatient. Loud grunts echoed through the workshop as Samuel worked his hips back and forth like a machine, they were accompanied by obscene gags as precum and saliva sprayed from the corners of Nerma’s mouth.

‘You.Are.Getting.Better.At.This.Mistress!’ Samuel growled, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust of his hips, and a loud gag from Nerma.

When Samuel finally felt his balls touch the dwarf’s chin, coating them with the saliva and precum hanging from it, Nerma’s eyes had rolled upwards to show the whites. With a curse, partially from worry and partially from disappointment that he couldn’t continue, the young apprentice pulled his hips backward. Lewd splattering sounds were heard as the ropes of precum hanging from Samuel’s massive shaft snapped and fell on Nerma’s huge knockers and dirtied the floor. When his fat cockhead cleared her mouth, the dwarf gasped loudly and quickly blinked her eyes.

‘Sorry about that.’ Samuel apologized sheepishly, though he did not miss the damp spot that had appeared on the crotch of his Mistress’ trousers.

‘Perhaps…’ Nerma coughed. ‘Perhaps we should try something that doesn’t take my air supply away like that next?’ The dwarf asked.

Samuel eyed the anvil they had been working behind before Nerma demanded that he take his trousers off. What he was about to do, could very well get him into a lot of trouble. So he swallowed hard, and swept aside the tools that laid assembled on the anvil as well as the project they had been working on. It all clattered onto the floor with a tremendous noise, yet Nerma’s gasp rose above it all. So Samuel quickly took the opportunity to throw her over the anvil. She pushed herself up and turned around to face the young man, but the apprentice easily pushed her backwards and began tugging at the dwarf’s trousers.

Nerma growled something in dwarfish, but didn’t otherwise struggle as Samuel forced her boots and trousers off. The young apprentice answered her growling with a hungry growl of his own as he eyed her plump snatch that was topped with a strip of fiery red hair that matched the hair on her head. Seeing as he had gotten this far, he gently cupped the dwarf’s swollen labia and slowly began to rub the plump lips of her pussy. Nerma’s angry mask quickly broke and Samuel grew bolder, sliding one of his thick fingers into the dwarf’s hot cunt.

When Nerma’s only reaction to that was to moan, Samuel began to move his hand. He watched as the dwarf set her jaw as she braced herself on the anvil she was lying on, arms bulging as held onto it. Satisfied with his Mistress’ reaction, he added a second thick finger. Another moan came from Nerma’s mouth, slightly muffled as it had to go through her clenched teeth. After sliding his fingers in and out of her dripping twat for a few more minutes, Samuel added a third finger and the dwarf threw her head back and cried out. Orgasmic juices ran down Samuel’s hand and he grinned boyishly as he pulled his fingers from the blacksmith’s cunt.

‘I think you’re ready for this now…’ Samuel mused, as he slapped Nerma’s labia with his fat prick.

Nerma showed her teeth in a fierce grin of challenge, a challenge to which Samuel rose by pushing his hips forwards. When his monstercock stretched the dwarf’s dripping wet folds, she cried out in pleasure and her knuckles turned white as she strengthened her grip on the edges of the anvil. When he was certain that Nerma was fine, Samuel continued pushing and he didn’t stop until the blacksmith’s stomach was bulging and she had dug her teeth into her bottom lip.

‘I’m going to start moving now.’ Samuel warned.

Nerma only replied with a confident nod, and Samuel began to thrust his hips as promised. With each powerful thrust, Nerma’s huge freckled tits shook. The orbs jiggled gently at first, but when Samuel picked up the pace they started to shake more violently. Eventually, they spilled out to her sides and rested on the cold anvil, causing Nerma to hiss. Samuel only chuckled and pulled one of the arms he used to support the dwarf’s hips away to instead grab as much of one of her big boobs as possible. Meanwhile, he lowered his head down to her other breast and violently sucked on its nipple as he continued to plough the short, stacked blacksmith.

After the hiss had passed her lips, Nerma continued to do her best to suppress any sounds of pleasure. So before Samuel knew it, she was nibbling on her bottom lip again. But that only made him work harder. He continued to squeeze and tease the large jug of the dwarf that he had in his hand, while he sucked on the nipple of her other breast with enough force to lift it off the anvil. All while he continued to pump his hips back and forth like a machine.

Eventually it seemed as if Nerma could take no more, and she was moaning and squealing freely as orgasmic juices leaked from her stuffed quim. This only served to turn on Samuel even more and his thrusting hips grew wilder as he started to teasingly bite the dwarf’s sensitive nipple, who in turn only seemed to cry out and moan all the louder.

For the next few minutes, the workplace in which you would usually hear the beat of a hammer hitting metal was now filled with the sounds of bodies slapping into each other and cries and grunts of pleasure. Samuel had hoped that they could continue like this forever, but he had been dreaming about doing something like this with his teacher for two year. So after a few more moments, he could feel his balls starting to clench. With a grunt of effort he managed to hold off from orgasming right then and there, instead pulling his mighty length from the short blacksmith’s tight cunt.

‘Going…to cum!’ He growled as he furiously stroked his cock and watched how Nerma slid of the anvil and instead leaned against it, exhausted.

Nerma said nothing as her apprentice’s hot seed blasted from his distended cumslit, instead she shut her eyes with a pleased smile and allowed his thick white jizz to splatter all over her face and huge chest. It was now clear to her exactly how much the young man had been desiring her as there did not seem to come an end to the shower of cum as she felt it hit her stomach and slide down to get tangled up in her pubes. At the end of it, she was a mess! Yet, when she spoke she seemed like the regular Nerma again to Samuel, not the cumsplattered busty dwarf that was sitting before him.

‘Ready to focus on work again, Samuel?’ She asked casually.

‘Yes, ma’am!’ Samuel answered happily.

‘Good!’ Nerma stated as she rose to her feet. ‘I trust you can handle it yourself? You see, I feel quite exhausted all of a sudden so I think I will take a little nap. After taking a bath, of course.’ She mused, and she collected her clothing before she made her way out of the workshop. Ignoring her dumbfounded apprentice the whole time.

‘But…’ Samuel began, before he realized she was gone. He then surveyed the mess they had left behind, including the project they had been working on before he swept it off the anvil. It looked worse now than it had before. ‘Shit!’ He cursed, as he collected his trousers and set about collecting all the tools. It was going to be a rough day…

THE END