Bawdy Tales - The Whore's Story - Sex Stories

Bawdy Tales - The Whore's Story

... 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 a piece of dirt. I recall one priest who would get me to tie him up and whip him, before fucking me in the arse – it was only sodomy if it was with a man, he told me, women didn't count. Yet this same supposed man of God would the next day, if I chanced upon him in public, make the sign of the cross, and call out “Beware the wrath of God, you harlot, repent of your sins before it is too late or suffer the flames of Hell.” I ask you, who was the hypocrite – me or him. I didn't much enjoy being fucked in the arse, so I made sure he paid double for his pleasures. On our second night on the road, at an inn in a town I was told was called Bawtry, before supper, I espied Oswine sitting by the fire, a jug of ale on the table in front of him. Taking pity in him, I decided that I might be able to give him some relief from his melancholy. I slipped onto the bench beside him, and laying my head on his shoulder, whispered in his ear. "Why so pensive and sad, kind sir?" I asked, "what has ta'en place so recent cannot be undone, 'twas surely God's will, and naught is to be gained by brooding on it. We should rejoice that we are alive, and look to the future.” He didn't say anything, just sighed. He didn't push me away however, so I continued, “If you like, I could ...

... come to you tonight and give you some relief from your melancholy, I know many ways to pleasure a man, and I am clean I assure you, I have always been very careful with my favours." After a good supper of lamb stew and turnip, we all gathered round to hear a story by the cook, which entertained us for a merry hour or so. Later that night, after everyone had retired to bed, I made my way to the little room under the eaves of the inn where Oswine was billeted. I tapped softly on the door, and after a few moments he opened it, and invited me to enter his humble room, bolting the door behind me to prevent any from disturbing us. "Kind sir," I said, removing the simple shift, which was my only garment, to stand naked before him, my flesh lit only by the warm light of a candle, "you have treated me with great consideration, and I wanted to thank you for your gentleness. It is my desire to lift the weight of sadness that hangs over you like a dark shadow, and help you back into the light and joy of living. As I said, I know many ways to please a man, and in your rapture I am sure that you will be reborn, able to move on with hope in your heart." As I spoke, I could see both hope and desire in his eyes, and so I stepped towards him, and leaning forwards, kissed him softly on the lips, and then knelt and lifted his shirt to reveal his growing manhood. As I have said, I had experienced many cocks, and while by no means the biggest I had seen, his was beautiful and strong, and I knew that ...