Free Hot Buttered Strumpet by Mina Dorian Page A

made the first move. He got his fair share of women, sure enough, but he usually had to approach them himself, if he wanted some. His hardening cock interrupted his line of thought, informing him that, indeed, he did want some. Preferably right now. It didn’t take him more than a few seconds to work this out and he began to nod quite vigorously then managed a choked, “That would be nice.” I sound like a complete fool.
    But the woman smiled again and leaned over him to whisper in his ear. “I finish work at two. Take a room upstairs and leave your door open for me.” Her breathy voice tickled his ear and her position offered him an unobstructed view of her ample breasts and pert, pink nipples. He almost came then and there. He closed his eyes for a moment to get his rampant erection under control. When he opened them again, he saw her walking back towards the bar, her glorious hips swaying with every step she took.
     
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    Wren lay on the large bed in a sparsely furnished but surprisingly tidy room above the bar. A fire was dying down in the hearth and the room was comfortably warm. There was a candle on the washstand across the room and two more were burning on low tables on each side of the bed, so the room was light enough. He had decided to leave the candles lit so he could see what she looked like without all those skirts on. Wren wasn’t much in favour of women’s fashionable clothes. In his opinion, they concealed far too much.
    The anticipation was almost killing him. He had briefly contemplated jacking off but had decided against it. He wanted to come inside her at least twice tonight, taking first her mouth then her pussy and maybe the back entrance later, if he could muster the stamina. Those lush hips surely had him hooked on her arse.
    Wren sighed. He had heard a church clock strike two a while ago and the noises from downstairs were fading as the last patrons left the bar and staggered home. He felt as if he had been lying here for hours on end, but it couldn’t have been more than one. He had wanted to send the drunken Thomas off with Robert, but he hadn’t been sure if they would make it home safely. So he had taken a second room for the two of them to sleep off the cask of ale they seemed to have shared earlier. Then he had taken a walk outside, trying unsuccessfully to get his uncomfortably hard erection under control. When he got to his room a little later, he poured water into the bowl on the washstand and cleaned his hands, face and cock. He wanted to make a good impression on her. Even barmaids must prefer to suck clean cocks.
    As he lay on the bed, he listened for footsteps on the stairs but didn’t hear anything. He began to wonder if the wench had merely been trying to make some money from having him let a room. After all, why should she want to share his bed?
    Just when he was becoming impatient enough to get up and go downstairs in search of her, he heard the door open quietly and a reddish shock of hair appeared in the crack. She looked straight at him, then smiled and opened the door wider. She bent at the waist to pick up something she had obviously set down outside the door before peeking in. When she entered the room he saw that it was a tray covered with a rough blue cloth. She set the tray on the low bedside table and uncovered a tankard of ale, a few slices of coarse brown bread, some cheese and a small dish containing butter as well as two apples and half a cucumber.
    Wren’s stomach growled and she giggled. “Thought you might be hungry after all the waiting, sir,” she said, smiling at him.
    She sat on the side of the bed, spread butter on a slice of bread, put some cheese on top and handed it to him. Wren took a large bite and realised that the bread was quite good, as was the cheese. He smiled back at the wench. She nodded and buttered another slice of bread, which she ate with relish.
    It was strange, just sitting with her, sharing a meal in silent