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

Medieval Role-Play Wife, Wench and Whore

... said, “Let’s get that tight corset off of you Nelle.” My hands were shaking as I fumbled to unlace my corset. As soon as it was removed, Trent lifted my blouse and pushed me back onto the bed. He stared lustfully at my big breasts which were jiggling and spreading heavily on my chest and to my sides as I laid back. Then he pushed his hands under both breasts as he sucked my right nipple an areola into his mouth. He sucked my tit like a man possessed for several minutes before lifting up to change to my left breast. Before sucking me he said, “You are making an old man very happy, Nelle. I’ve wanted to get my hands and mouth on these fabulous melons of yours ever since we met so many years ago. You make the perfect wench with your plump breasts that are amazingly firm for their size. If all of this goes as I hope, then I have another thing I’ll want to add to your role, that will help me and the other men thoroughly enjoy these fleshy globes of heaven.” Trent was almost mauling my breasts as he massaged them and sucked my nipples, areolas, and as much tit flesh as he could get into his mouth. I had never heard of a man being so enthralled about sucking breasts. In all our years of marriage Stuart had never sucked me that aggressively. My pussy was getting tingly and wet as Trent sucked so hard that it seemed he was purposely giving me hickeys above my areolas that I knew would be visible when I put my blouse back on. It was almost as if he was marking his new, claimed ...

... territory so all of the villagers in the inn would know that he had his way with his newest whore wench. He was lying partially on top of me, and I was becoming more and more aroused by his sucking and the pressure of his cock lump as he dry humped my leg. I reached down to rub his hip to let him know that I wanted to rub his cock. He immediately pulled away from my breast and began unfastening his belt and trouser buttons as he said, “I knew you’d want to rub my cock after I gave you that first feel of it downstairs. I know from standing next to Stuart at the urinals at work that his dick is pathetically small. How is he even able to give you orgasms with it? I think you’ll really like mine.” I probably should have been offended by Trent belittling my husband that way. Instead, I was somehow even more aroused thinking of Stuart as less of a man, in the presence of Trent’s dominant persona. I decided to answer him truthfully and said, “He is sometimes able to give me orgasms with his dick, but I mostly rely on him sucking me to orgasm both before and after we fuck.” Trent finished removing his trousers and underwear as he smiled and said, “Fuck, that’s perfect, Nelle. Knowing what I have in mind for us, it’s good that he already has a taste for cum.” He lay back on the bed and I got my first look at his very hairy genitals. His uncircumcised, vein covered cock wasn’t totally hard and still looked to be over nine inches long and more than six inches in circumference. I had never seen ...