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


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

    utter surprise and then joy, I discovered that what my mother had told me was not true. He did not thrust his male member into my cunt as soon as I parted my legs, but stroked and caressed me, sliding his fingers along the length of my wet slit and then into my hole. I soon felt a delicious tingling between my thighs and a strange warmth running down my legs and up into my tummy. And then, wonder of wonders, when he finally entered me, there was no pain, only an feeling of such sweetness that I almost fainted with pleasure. On a later occasion when this man took me, he did something even more extraordinary, something I would have thought of as disgusting had it not given me such pleasure. After kissing my breasts, he kissed me all the way down my tummy and then between my legs, sucking the lips of my cunt and the hard little button that guarded the entrance to my secret places, so that it became hard and throbbing with exquisite sensations. I cannot claim that all the men I fucked were as kind or thoughtful but more often than not, I had as much pleasure as the man thrusting into me and there were some I would have allowed to take me for nothing. I discovered that not all cocks were the same and that some were very beautiful. The other girls taught me many tricks to please a man and I discovered that I enjoyed sucking their cocks and licking their balls, especially the sense of power it gave me. In fact I was proud that my skills often earned me more than the agreed price for ...
    my services, so that as well as being able to send money back to my father, I was able to buy a few pretty things in the market such as coloured ribbons for my hair. Strangely I never got with child, unlike most of the other girls, and I started to believe that in time I might become a bawd like my mistress with my own house and able to enjoy some of the privileges of the rich people, such as meat for every meal and good wine. Though not respectable, it was not a bad life and as I said, I believed that I was doing some good in the small world of our fair city. Then the pestilence came and apart from my mistress and me, all the other girls, some of whom I loved as dearly as if they were sisters, died in the most horrible fashion. So it was that I found myself a few weeks ago in a strange company of folk journeying on the road to the great city of London in order to seek a new life there. Along the way to entertain each other, one or other of us was chosen by lot to tell a tale, starting on the first night with a very naughty tale of an innocent novice monk and a prioress. Among our company was an older man of very sad mien, one Oswine, a simple carpenter. He had lost his beloved wife of many years to the pestilence and his grief weighed heavy on his soul. From the beginning he was very courteous to me, unlike most of the men of the town, who were prepared to beg me for sexual favours that would never dream of asking from their wives but then pass me in the street as if I were ...
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