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

Medieval Role-Play Wife, Wench and Whore

... a foreskin before and liked the way it mostly cloaked his thick, mushroom cock head which looked wet with precum. His balls were the size of eggs and hung heavily on the bed in his hairy scrotum. I unconsciously leaned over to stroke his cock and was aroused even more by the aroma of his sweaty and musky crotch. I loved the thickness, warmth and weight of his meaty cock in my hand. I had a pang of guilt momentarily, and then remembered that Stuart didn’t seem to care what I did with the men. My mouth must have been open as I stared at his cock and was in a trance stroking it. That’s when I felt his hand on the back of my head, pulling my mouth down to his meat. I moved down, not struggling, as he said, “That’s it my beautiful wench, open wide and get a taste of the mayor’s big cock. You need to get it all nice and wet for us.” Trent’s cock head and foreskin felt massive in my mouth compared to Stuart’s thin dick. I loved the taste and chewy texture of his foreskin, and was overwhelmed with emotion at having another man’s cock in my mouth for the first time. Trent made it all seem so natural and inevitable that a woman playing my role would gladly sexually service the master of the inn. His cock was then rock hard and must have been ten inches long. I struggled and gagged to take as much of his meat as I could into my mouth, as he gently fucked his cock into me. After only a few minutes sucking him, he pushed me back onto the bed and abruptly pushed my skirt up. I wasn’t ...

... wearing any underwear due to being so hot in the skirt. So he was staring at my hairy, fat labia that were glistening with my juices. He then moved between my legs to make me his whore. I swooned in ecstasy when I felt his massive cock head push into and spread my labia widely open. He took it easy at first, knowing that I wasn’t accustomed to such a large cock. Then he kept pressing, with ever deeper strokes until he had seven inches of his fuck meat in me and was bottomed out on my cervix. He kept pressing as I swiveled my hips, and my uterus shifted upward and he was buried to the balls in my unfaithful cunt. Trent started fucking me with long, deep strokes and I was astounded by how much better his big cock felt fucking me than Stuart’s little dick. I was having one orgasm after the other and pivoting my hips to meet his powerful thrusts, as he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Oh fuck, Nelle, I love fucking a little-dicked man’s wife for the first time and feeling her become enraptured by and cumming all over my big cock. Your pussy is so fucking tight and wet, and just made for having adulterous relationships. Get ready now, Nelle, here comes my load of virile sperm for your slut cunt. The wenches of old didn’t have birth control, but you damn sure better be using some, unless you want my baby.” He buried his cock in me as I felt it pulse and throb repeatedly, as he filled my womb with his semen and sperm. I loved both the physical feeling and sensual euphoria of being ...