Bawdy Tales - The Whore's Story - Sex Stories

Bawdy Tales - The Whore's Story

... I would receive much pleasure when later it moved within me. I took its head between my lips, and sucked him slowly into my mouth, moaning softly the while, the sweet vibrations adding to the exquisite sensations he was feeling. As I licked and sucked him, he soon grew to full stature, and this cock would soon have crowed, had I not withdrawn. "Not yet my dear man," I murmured, "that was just a foretaste of the pleasures in store for you. But I have a much better place for that magnificent weapon that now rears up ready for battle. Lie back on your cot, and I will take you on a journey such as you have never dreamed of." As I spoke, I pushed him back onto his bed, and straddled his thighs, then lifting myself up, I took hold of his cock and rubbed it between the soft folds of flesh guarding my treasures, and with a sigh, sank down, engulfing him in my wet heat. The feeling of his shaft inside my cunt was as delightful as I thought it would be, and delicious sensations started to run through me, making me tingle all over. Leaning forward to rub my aching nipples on his chest, I kissed him on the throat, and chin, and then his lips, probing deep into his mouth with my tongue. I rode him as one would a fine stallion - he matching me thrust for thrust, sometimes quickly, and then at a slower pace - and together we made our way to paradise, our mutual pleasure mounting ever higher to the summit of ecstasy. Finally, his cock started to throb, and his seed erupted deep into my womb ...

... in a torrent of liquid fire. In that endless moment of ineffable joy we both cried out, as we entered together into the mystery of human love. For a while we drifted on the borders of awareness, still united in the flesh, but at length our bodies parted, and with a deep sigh of contentment, I fell into a deep sleep curled up in his strong arms, where I lay until the early light of dawn peeped through the slats of the shuttered windows. When I woke, I felt such a sense of belonging and being needed that I had not known since I was a child. Every night of our journey from thence, wherever we were lodged, and however many men to whom I gave my services - for that was the only employment that I knew, and I had to earn my daily bread - I would make my way to his bed to fall asleep within the safety and comfort of his arms. Of late, Oswine, or William of York as he has chosen to call himself, has started to talk of marriage should he be successful in setting himself up as a carpenter in the capital of the kingdom. Whilst I do not feel great passion for him, I do hold him in great affection, and he is gentle and considerate, and would do everything he could to make me happy. I will have to think about his proposal, and perhaps, if nothing else shows up, I will accept him, I could certainly do much worse. ***** My thanks are due as always to my darling Elizabethblack, who is my inspiration, and for whose pleasure and delight I write these tales. I hope that others might also get some ...