Medieval Role-Play Wife, Wench and Whore - Sex Stories

Medieval Role-Play Wife, Wench and Whore

... Trent asserted his position of power by sitting in the chair. That’s where the term ‘chairman of the board’ comes from. There is one other thing that you might find interesting about medieval times that helps explain what happened after I sat on his lap. One of the most popular fashion accessories for men of means and stature was the codpiece. That is a flap or pouch that attaches to the front of the crotch of men’s trousers and accentuates it in such a way as to emphasize or even exaggerate their genitals. They were stuffed with sawdust or cloth and held closed by string ties or buttons. They were sometimes large and gave the impression of an erect or large penis, as a way for the wearers to boast about their manhood. Trent and some of the other men with power roles often wore codpieces. It was very strange to see them at first, but then I got used to them. Although, I must admit that I was always titillated by the variety and large sizes that some of the men wore, given Stuart’s small dick. On that late afternoon, though, I hadn’t noticed whether or not Trent was wearing a codpiece. When he pulled me to his lap, I soon felt a very large lump pressed against my ass. I was pretty tipsy and feeling playful, and leaned back to kiss him before saying, “My oh my, Lord Mayor, I can feel that you’re wearing one of your bigger codpieces tonight. What a naughty boy you are poking me with it this way.” He kissed me again and rubbed my breasts before saying, “Why thank you, my dear ...

... Nelle, but I’m not wearing a codpiece tonight. I’m just very happy to have you sitting on my lap. If you’re really impressed by what you’re feeling, I’d love to give you a closer look and feel. You’re much more comfortable with your role now, and I think it’s time that we demonstrate and further expand your wench credentials by letting the others see me taking you up the stairs to your room, like the other wenches are doing with their horny patrons. Maybe I can get a better look at your lovely breasts as well?” I couldn’t tell if Stuart was watching at that time, but I knew that I had to at least see Trent’s obviously huge cock. Stuart is the only man I had had sex with up to then, and his dick is tiny compared to the lump I was sitting on. It didn’t bother me to show Trent my bare breasts, since he and other men had been fondling them for several weekends anyway. So I mischievously squirmed my big, cushy ass on his cock to excite him further and said, “Okay, Trent, let’s go upstairs. This bosomy wench has to get a good look at what’s making that huge lump that’s poking me in the ass.” All eyes were on us as we ascended the stairs and entered my small room. The room is only seven feet by eight feet in size. The bed is a little larger than a modern twin bed and relatively luxurious for the time with a feather-stuffed mattress. There is also a small table to hold the wash basin, and pitcher, and a small armoire for our clothing. There are no chairs so we sat on the bed as Trent ...