top of her would he climb between her legs and pump his cock into her.
And then, when she was well fucked and about to come, he would turn her over and, his cock slick with her cunt juice, thrust it into her sweet ass. Her tight hole would grip him like a glove. She would explode under him, crying and writhing out in ecstasy and begging him for more.
He stopped stroking his cock. There really was no need for him to spend a lonely night with only his warm hand for company. He was after all a free man, with needs like any other, and the innkeeper was bound to know of a local woman who could satisfy him. No doubt a good part of his trade came from arranging to ser vice similar requests from travelers.
Leaping out of the lumpy bed, he stood naked in the cool air and looked down at his still hard cock. “Just a few moments, my friend, and you’ll be warm and well-housed. Be patient.”
With that he threw on his clothes and went downstairs to visit briefly with the innkeeper.
Barely fifteen minutes later there was a knock at his door. Opening it revealed a pretty young woman with a tired look about her eyes, as if life had already started to overwhelm her.
She first examined him, and then peered into the room appraising him and the state of his luggage. No doubt she met all sorts in her business. “You want some company this evening?”
Evidently deciding all was in order, without further invitation she walked into his room. “I’m Rosie,” she said, holding out her hand. “Two shillings for half an hour.”
Wordlessly, he handed over the two shillings she asked for.
She grabbed them and tucked them away in her pocket as quick as winking. “What do you fancy, then?” she asked, more cheerfully now.
He was already halfway regretting his decision to buy a whore. “The usual, I suppose.”
With a few deft moves she unfastened her buttons and let her gown fall to the floor. She wore nothing underneath.
While no Caroline, she was fine enough. Not too skinny, but pleasingly plump with smallish breasts and a fine patch of blond hair at the top of her legs.
“Now you, then. Let’s be having you.” Without ceremony she squatted and released his trousers, which fell to his ankles, revealing his semirigid cock.
“Ooh, that’s lovely,” she said perfunctorily, as if remarking on the weather. “Such a nice cock.”
Still, she wrapped her lips around the head without hesitation and began to pump the base with her hand. As she continued her ministrations he removed his jacket and shirt, making him as naked as she.
As soon as his cock was fully hard, she led him to the bed and lay down, legs splayed, pulling her pussy lips apart to reveal the wetness inside. “Come on then, sir, give me that cock.”
Gazing at her open cunt, he suddenly wondered if any passing travelers had given her a dose. The possibility made him lose whatever enthusiasm he had left for her pussy.
In any case, it was really Caroline he wanted. What a fool he had been to think a two shilling whore would be any replacement for her.
Still, he’d paid the woman now. She might as well provide him with the release he needed. He shook his head at her offer. “Keep going with your mouth.”
She eyed him shrewdly from the bed. “That would be an extra shilling, if that’s what you’re wanting.”
It was worth it to avoid a dose of the clap. “You’ll have your extra shilling,” he promised. A dose was one thing he did not want to pass on to Caroline.
Sitting up and grabbing his buttocks, she once more engulfed his cock in her mouth.
He closed his eyes and imagined it was Caroline sitting before him, sucking his cock in that enthusiastic way of hers. He imagined softly caressing her breasts, teasing the nipples to hard points. In his mind’s eye he saw her lying on the bed, alabaster white in the gaslight. He could still taste her gorgeous pussy, wet and musky, and so soft.
Rosie continued lightly
And then, when she was well fucked and about to come, he would turn her over and, his cock slick with her cunt juice, thrust it into her sweet ass. Her tight hole would grip him like a glove. She would explode under him, crying and writhing out in ecstasy and begging him for more.
He stopped stroking his cock. There really was no need for him to spend a lonely night with only his warm hand for company. He was after all a free man, with needs like any other, and the innkeeper was bound to know of a local woman who could satisfy him. No doubt a good part of his trade came from arranging to ser vice similar requests from travelers.
Leaping out of the lumpy bed, he stood naked in the cool air and looked down at his still hard cock. “Just a few moments, my friend, and you’ll be warm and well-housed. Be patient.”
With that he threw on his clothes and went downstairs to visit briefly with the innkeeper.
Barely fifteen minutes later there was a knock at his door. Opening it revealed a pretty young woman with a tired look about her eyes, as if life had already started to overwhelm her.
She first examined him, and then peered into the room appraising him and the state of his luggage. No doubt she met all sorts in her business. “You want some company this evening?”
Evidently deciding all was in order, without further invitation she walked into his room. “I’m Rosie,” she said, holding out her hand. “Two shillings for half an hour.”
Wordlessly, he handed over the two shillings she asked for.
She grabbed them and tucked them away in her pocket as quick as winking. “What do you fancy, then?” she asked, more cheerfully now.
He was already halfway regretting his decision to buy a whore. “The usual, I suppose.”
With a few deft moves she unfastened her buttons and let her gown fall to the floor. She wore nothing underneath.
While no Caroline, she was fine enough. Not too skinny, but pleasingly plump with smallish breasts and a fine patch of blond hair at the top of her legs.
“Now you, then. Let’s be having you.” Without ceremony she squatted and released his trousers, which fell to his ankles, revealing his semirigid cock.
“Ooh, that’s lovely,” she said perfunctorily, as if remarking on the weather. “Such a nice cock.”
Still, she wrapped her lips around the head without hesitation and began to pump the base with her hand. As she continued her ministrations he removed his jacket and shirt, making him as naked as she.
As soon as his cock was fully hard, she led him to the bed and lay down, legs splayed, pulling her pussy lips apart to reveal the wetness inside. “Come on then, sir, give me that cock.”
Gazing at her open cunt, he suddenly wondered if any passing travelers had given her a dose. The possibility made him lose whatever enthusiasm he had left for her pussy.
In any case, it was really Caroline he wanted. What a fool he had been to think a two shilling whore would be any replacement for her.
Still, he’d paid the woman now. She might as well provide him with the release he needed. He shook his head at her offer. “Keep going with your mouth.”
She eyed him shrewdly from the bed. “That would be an extra shilling, if that’s what you’re wanting.”
It was worth it to avoid a dose of the clap. “You’ll have your extra shilling,” he promised. A dose was one thing he did not want to pass on to Caroline.
Sitting up and grabbing his buttocks, she once more engulfed his cock in her mouth.
He closed his eyes and imagined it was Caroline sitting before him, sucking his cock in that enthusiastic way of hers. He imagined softly caressing her breasts, teasing the nipples to hard points. In his mind’s eye he saw her lying on the bed, alabaster white in the gaslight. He could still taste her gorgeous pussy, wet and musky, and so soft.
Rosie continued lightly
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