1. Bawdy Tales: Part 3 — The Whore's Story


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: ManOfSorrows, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Bedefunde, June 29th — My name is Alice. I am twenty years old, and what most respectable folk would call a common whore. I believe I am quite comely with red lips and a complexion yet unmarked by disease and men seem to like to suckle on my ample bosom as they bury their cocks in the dark wetness between my thighs, before they release their hot seed into my cunt with much sighing and moaning and declarations of love. I have been told by some more noble and educated men while they were enjoying my body, that whoring is an ancient and noble profession, and that in ancient times fucking was a sacred rite and a way of communing with the gods. Be that as it may, and no doubt I am no better than I ought to be, I do believe that I do some good in this world by saving honest women from the peril of rape and men from the grave sins of sodomy and self abuse, and although Mother Church teaches that sex outside the blessed sacrament of marriage is a venal sin I have serviced many a priest and friar. One priest even told me secretly that the blessed Saint Augustine said that if all the whores were whipped and driven from the land, the capricious lusts of men would bring about such disorder that good government would be overthrown. I did not choose this way of life and when I was a young girl I daydreamed of marrying an honest yeoman and bringing many children into the world. I was the second daughter of a common candle maker in the city of York, quite happy to carry out my domestic ...
    duties and help with the younger children. I never learned to read or write but I did pick up some simple arithmetic from helping my father with his accounts. When I was sixteen however, tragedy struck our happy family when our house burned down, killing my beloved mother and two of my younger brothers. My father declared that he would be unable to provide dowries for me or my sisters and that we would have to earn our way in the world. My older sister Elisabeth was sent to work in the kitchens of our liege lord and Mary, who was the plain one, was given to the Church. As the prettiest, he said that I could best serve the family by using my looks, and he gave me to the local whorehouse in Gropecunt Lane. I was very frightened when I first went there. My mother had often warned me of the terrible things that men expected their wives to do in the bedroom, but it was our duty, she said, to let them satisfy their lusts in our bodies without complaint, and if we were lucky we would find a good and kindly man to love and keep us and who would not make too many gross demands. I had seen my father naked, but it came as a shock when my first customer removed his breeches to reveal what looked like a huge snake almost the length of my forearm sticking up from his loins. I was still a virgin and this first experience of a man was very painful and afterwards I thought that I might bleed to death. I was fortunate however, and the next man I was called on to entertain was very gentle and to my ...
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