In a world where electricity never existed, and where people used swords and torches and horses, there lived a whore. Being a whore was a common profession among women and was never a demeaning term.
The whore was often greeted with gold coins, necklaces and other jewellery from people who loved her *services* way more than they should have. Even though a cost of a whore was only a couple bronze coins, this one was nearly the richest person in all of her village. Women envied her, men wanted her and thieves desired nothing more than a few of her gold coins.
She fucked, and fucked, and fucked, until she met with the man of her dreams. An 8 foot tall hunk of meat whose cock stretched all the way down to his knees along with the loincloth he usually wore whilst being completely naked otherwise.
“Give me your finest whore,” he demanded the owner of a tavern after he’d finished an entire barrel of wine, and then another of ale, and so the tavern master did. The hunk was greeted with the whore at his table.
The woman seemed petite until she took off her clothes. She had small perky boobs but with all the curves complimenting her body. Her thin waist was greeted with unusually satisfying curves widening her hips and her perfectly plump butt and her sweet yet thick thighs. And a pair of small clean feet. Every other whore had dirty feet, but not her.
He took her to his rented quarters and stripped himself off of the loincloth to watch the whore already on her knees. She held the flaccid yet massive cock and placed it right across her pretty face. She had never seen a bigger one before. She had gotten so horny at that point that she could do nothing but to put the tip of it inside of her mouth and suckle on it.
She slowly made him fully erect and got down on all fours up on the bed, for him to use her however he pleased.
[To be continued]
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