The Gentle Prostitute

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The Gentle Prostitute(continuation from ‘Elizabeth’s Fall From Grace’.) Some weeks later, Helmut asked Elizabeth if she would like to earn alittle money. ‘By what means Helmut?”A travelling salesman visits me once a month, and stays at the night atlocal hotel. Would you like to have him stay at your house instead?”We have no spare room in our little house.”I know. But he’ll pay handsomely if he can share your bed!’ Helmutreplies with a grin. She is shocked by what he proposes! Elizabethreplies indignantly, ‘Herr Schuster, a liaison with you is one thing, but this….”What I suggest my dear Elizabeth, is something I am sure you will notregret. Unless I am very much mistaken, the money will be well placed,giving you and Bettina some of the things in life that make this miserableexistence a more comfortable experience!’ Elizabeth’s face softens alittle.’And just how much would that be?”Leave that to me my dear. You just give him dinner, breakfast and takehim to your bed for what a man needs most, eh?’ He says with aconspiratorial grin. ‘I’ll guarantee you’ll be satisfied….with the moneyat least!”Herr Schuster!!’ exclaimed Elizabeth.’Agreed then? Good! Come and see me as soon as he leaves!’Later that week, the salesman turns up at her door. She is impressed byhis good manners, and leads the way into her little house, desperatelyhoping none of her neighbours have seen him. Bettina is a little surprisedwhen she comes home to find the man sitting at the dinner table with them.Her mother tells her that he will be staying the night, but that she shouldnot tell any one as ‘evil tongues are always looking for gossip…’ Bettinacan’t help wondering where this man is going to sleep. Later that night, Elizabeth lay on her back staring up at her bedroom ceiling. Mr. Poppel was certainly a fit and active man! She had not really enjoyed theexperience of him chewing her nipples or squeezing her breasts as hard ashe did, nor had she been impressed by his small penis, but his frenzied andprolonged thrusting between her thighs had brought her to a sudden andunexpected orgasm. She was amazed by her capacity to experience such acutepleasure at the hands, so to speak, of a complete stranger! Her firstencounter with Herr Schuster’s manhood, and the pleasure that had givenher, she had put down to many months of abstinence. It seemed, however,that she was capable of reaching a climax with any man! ‘How awful,’ shethought, ‘what a truly amoral woman I must be.’ Even so, a small smilespread across her face as she settled down to sleep beside the gentlysnoring salesman.The following morning, at the breakfast table, Herr Poppel gives Bettinaa bar of chocolate. A rarity in Germany at the time, and totally unknownto Bettina! She is awestruck, and thanks him profusely. She eagerly asksif he will be coming again. He tells her he will be here the same timenext month, if it is alright with her Mother? Bettina is delighted whenher blushing Mother nods in agreement! As soon as breakfast is over, HerrPoppel leaves, and Bettina’s mother tells her she is ‘just popping out fora minute or two.”Good Morning Elizabeth! How are you this morning?’ Helmut beams ather. She blushes at the knowledge that he knows what she has been doing theprevious evening! He holds out a bundle of notes to her. She takes themand counts them. Helmut laughs at the expression on her face!’More than you thought, eh? Good! I told you you’d be satisfied! Howwas Herr Poppel? Put a smile on your face did he?’ Elizabeth ignored histeasing.’I’m surprised men will pay so much for their pleasures!”Don’t underestimate yourself, Elizabeth! Many a man would pay that,aye, and more, to sample that body of yours! There’s one man in particularI know who would dearly love to pay for that exquisite pleasure!’ Elizabethlooked at the money in her hand. Hers for nothing more than she had donefor her husband for years.’There is another man you wish me to sleep with?’ The grocer eyed hernervously. This could go either way! She could turn out to be a goodthing for him. His cut of the fee he had charged the salesman would keephim in beer for a week. One or two more regulars, and he’d be doing verynicely out of her!’Of course not! I don’t want you to do it with anyone but me! Everynight! All the time! I was only thinking of you….it’s all good moneyyou know….’ Elizabeth inwardly questioned the fact that it was goodmoney, but money it certainly was. Much needed money at that!’And who is this person?”Well you see, it’s very delicate….confidential like….yes, mostimportant, confidentiality….”That, Helmut, goes both ways. I am a respected person hereabouts, arespectable woman and regular church goer.”Yes….in fact, Father Jacob did mention you when he came in for histobacco yesterday.”Did he? What did he say….’ his eyes gave her the news. ‘….youmean he…..No!…..He’s a priest!”He’s a man just like the rest of us Elizabeth! Asking about yoursituation he was. I told him you were a widow woman, single and availableas a respectable widow might be.’ She eyed him sternly.’And what else did you tell him?”Oh well, you see, he pointed out to me that as a man of the CatholicChurch, he was forbidden to marry.”And…..”Then I asked him if he was asking about you in a different manner! Wemen know each other you see, my dear!’ Elizabeth half expected what wascoming!’He said that such a woman as you must be lonely, having had the comfortof a husband. That times must be hard for a widow in these dreadfultimes.”So you told him what, precisely?”That I’d have a word with you, and see if an agreement could bereached, assuring you both some comfort and benefit!’ She was appalled! The priest! The one man who should be above the pleasures of the flesh! She was also a little panic stricken!’But he knows me! What if he should say something to someone?’ sheblurted out.’Now calm yourself! Shush! No need to worry….he’s the last person onearth to say anything! Think about it!’ She thought for a moment. It wastrue. The priest could afford to loose his reputation even less than she!’You could have that amount….’ he gestured towards the money in herhand, ‘every week!’ Elizabeth thought about this too!’Every week?”Absolutely. Twice when Herr Poppel comes to town! The Priest won’tstay overnight either, nor will he eat anything! Shall I tell him to callon you one day? Say, Tuesday, or maybe better if it’s Wednesday, eh?’Elizabeth denizli escort nodded dumbly. A sadness overtook her as she realised thetruth about herself. She was a prostitute. A whore no better than thestreet girls in Frankfurt or Mainz, and worst of all, she thought toherself, ‘I even seem to enjoy doing it!”Would you mind making the arrangements as before? I don’t think Icould speak about money to him….’ This, of course, was just what Helmuthad hoped for!’Of course. I shall give him a note to bring to you, to confirm thetransaction….’A few days later, Bettina is surprised when the village priest, FatherJacob, comes to call. She has only seen him in Church, and he has nevercalled at their house before. The priest gives her Mum a letter, then hermother tells her to go out to play for an hour.The priest becomes a regular weekly visitor to their house, and thesalesman comes to stay one night a month. Mr. Schuster comes to visittoo, sometimes. Bettina begins to suspect that something she ought to knowabout is going on.One evening, just after supper, a man Bettina has never seen before,knocks on their door. He seems somewhat surprised when she answers thedoor.’Are you Elizabeth?’ He asks with a smile. Bettina explains thatElizabeth is her mother. He then enquires if her mother is at home. Bettina invites him in and runs up stairs to get her Mum, who is in herbedroom. She then makes a pretence of going to her room when her mothergoes down stairs. She listens at the top of the stairs to the conversationtaking place below.’Good evening my dear. The shopkeeper tells me that a gentleman mayfind lodgings here’ Elizabeth is rather shocked by the fact that this man,a total stranger, may know she ‘entertains’ men!’And what else did he tell you, Sir?”He said I should give you this note, and that good food and acomfortable bed would be provided, with good honest company for the nightto warm a man’s heart!’ At the top of the stairs, Bettina’s jaw droppedopen. Another man staying overnight? She listens intently. Downstairs,Elizabeth surveys the stranger. He seemed respectable. In fact, hisclothing gave the impression that he was in fact, a man of substance. Aman with money.’The grocer said I should give him the fee. I presume that is inorder?’ Elizabeth flushed and nodded in response.’This must be a very good hostelry indeed, to command such high prices!’Elizabeth dropped her gaze. How much had he paid, she wondered? ‘There isno doubt a lady such as yourself merits such a price.’ He paused for amoment. ‘It will, I am sure, be a pleasure, and good value for money! Even to one who as I, who is, shall we say, the most demanding of clients!’Elizabeth looked at his eyes. They sparkled with a mischievous light.’Demanding, Sir?”Oh! Yes my dear, such prices dictate that nothing is denied me!’ Shethought of the possibilities. Vague tales of sadistic sexual practicescame to her mind. She hastily changed the subject.’Let me introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth Schmidt.”And I, dear lady, am Maximillian von Langsdorf.’ he said taking herproffered hand.Elizabeth started at the name.’Baron von Langsdorf?’ She had heard of this man and his reputation as arich and womanising landowner. He owned the house that Bettina’s friend,Katerina, lived in. And Elizabeth suspected that Katarina’s mother, a youngand beautiful widow, often paid her rent in much the same way as sheherself paid for her groceries!’The very same, Frau Schmidt.”Please, call me Elizabeth. I’m afraid you will find our house veryhumble, Sir. I am just a poor widow, struggling to support myself and mydaughter.”A friendly house, especially one with a welcoming bed, is the finestabode a man could wish for! And this is, I have no doubt, such a house!”You are too kind Baron. But please, make yourself at home.’ He satdown in one of the two small armchairs, not taking his eyes off Elizabeth.’Would you care for some tea….?”No thank you. But tell me….the young lady that let me in….she isyour daughter?”Yes, Bettina.”A charming young lady, if I may say so.’ Elizabeth feels a moment ofanxiety as this infamous man comments on her little Bettina.’Shall we go upstairs my dear, or do you need a little more time?”No, no….well….er….’ She paused, composing herself. She had beenrather overtaken by events, and was rather unprepared for his request! ‘Please come with me.’ She turned and made for the stairs.At the top of the stairs, Bettina slipped into her room and quietlyclosed the door.Bettina heard the two adults come upstairs, and when her mother’sbedroom door closed, she crept out onto the landing and listened to whatwas going on.’Let me help you with that….there…..and this…..no, no, let me dothat….’ Then a silence for a few minutes, then, ‘Shall we dispense withthose knickers now? There….my word Elizabeth, what a fine example ofwomanhood you are!’Bettina was horrified. Her mother had just been undressed by this man.Even her knickers! Then something came into the back of her mind. Something she had learned at school. About babies. How men andwomen….Sex! That was it! Her mother was going to have sex with thisman. Bettina glued her ear to the door. This was too good to miss. Insidethe bedroom the voices had dropped to a much lower level. She could hearthe man again.’Ah! Yes! Very good! No, no. Not yet….suck a little longer mydear, suck a little longer….thats it….Ahhh!!!’ Bettina was puzzled. Suck? She couldn’t remember any sucking in the biology lesson. What hadthat got to do with sex? All was quiet for a few minutes, then she heardher mother’s voice.’Shall I get on top, Baron?’ The man answered. ‘Yes, well done….verythoughtful. Put it in will you?’ Bettina’s eyes widened. The man had puthis thing in her Mum! No! Her Mum had! She listened intently, her earspicking up the sound of the creaking bed and the laboured breathing. Shehad seen dogs doing it, and had once seen a bull with a cow, so she nowrealised that the bed was creaking because the man was pushing in and outof her Mum. Wait a minute though; her Mum was on top, so that mustmean….her Mum was doing it….A few minutes later Bettina was a little concerned by the grunts andgroans of the man, and the funny squeaking noises her Mum was making. Whatwas going on? Was he hurting her Mum? Suddenly all was quiet again, andafter a few moments she heard the gentle breathing that told her that diyarbakır escort thesomeone had fallen asleep. She crept back to her bedroom, her head full ofthe mysterious and wonderful sounds that she had heard as her Mum and thestranger had sex. She climbed into her little bed and as she closed hereyes, her mind running over the events of the evening. What, she wondered, did it feel like to have a man’s thing inside you? A few minutes later she drifted off to sleep on the gentle waves of a diminishing adolescent o*****m.Back in the bedroom, Maximillian was stirring.’Now my dear, shall we give Max the little extra he has paid for, hmmm?’Elizabeth felt a cold shiver run up her spine.’What…do you want to do?”Just get on your hands and knees, and relax, hmmm?’ Elizabeth did as heasked. She bit her lip as she felt his tongue lapping around her anus,gentle probing, wetting, lubricating. So that was what he wanted.’Please don’t hurt me Sir….no one has ever done that to me before….”Don’t you worry, Elizabeth!’ His finger probed and pushed. ‘Push likeyou’re giving birth, and all will be well!’ Again she did as she was bid,and was surprised to find that his finger slipped into her anus without anytrouble. He worked his finger around for a minute, then pulled it out ofher. She immediately felt the head of his cock replace his finger, and hesaid, ‘Push again, that’s it, a little more…!’ This time, despite herpushing, she felt the discomfort of her anal virginity being taken. Hispenis was long, and he slowly worked it in and out of her bottom. Gradually the discomfort faded, and she began to relax a little. ‘Wonderful my dear Elizabeth! Wonderful! So tight……So virginal!’ Hegripped her buttocks and his action both lengthened and quickened over thenext few minutes. Then she felt the familiar warmth filling her.’Well, that was alright wasn’t it? And well worth the price if I maysay so!’ He lay back on the pillow. ‘Breakfast included is it?’ andpromptly fell asleep. Elizabeth lay there for a minute, her anus tricklingsemen. She tensed as it tickled her, and promptly embarrassed herself witha loud and wet fart.Bettina was up early. She spread a cloth on the table and laid outbreakfast for three, as she had when Herr Poppel had stayed. Then it hither. Of course! Herr Poppel had slept with her Mum too. He must have hadsex with her as well.Baron Maximillian von Langsdorf was, at that moment, lying back on thepillow, watching Elizabeth impale herself on his cock. She was kneelingastride him, her hands on his hips, lowering herself onto him. He lookedher up and down, taking in her large breasts with their big nipples, thendown at the bush of black hair that his cock was disappearing into. Hestudied her face, unlined, framed by her long dark hair as it cascaded overher shoulders. A lovely woman indeed. And judging by the way she nowmoved back and forth on his cock, a woman just born to be a whore! ‘Do you have many clients, Elizabeth?’ he asked. For a second she paused, and hesaw anger flash into her eyes. But it passed as quickly as it came, andshe resumed her movement.’No Sir, I have three gentlemen, all single and men of good manners,that regularly call upon me. I like to think that we all benefit from thearrangement.”I see. So you are in fact, shall we say, more of a courtesan, amistress to several men rather than, er….anything else!”You may call me a whore, Baron, as in truth, that is what I havebecome.’ He closed his eyes, and Elizabeth felt his hips rise up to meether, and immediately felt the wetness of his ejaculation. Her words hadpushed him over the edge of control, and had triggered his orgasm. TheBaron, Elizabeth mused, was one of those men who liked to hear lewdness aswell as partaking of it.Bettina had been in the little pantry at the side of the kitchen, whereshe had been organising breakfast. When she came into the living room, shefound the stranger seated at the table.’Good morning, young lady. My name is Max. And what may I call you?’Asked the Baron.’My name is Bettina, Sir.’ she replied. She stepped up to the table,placing a jug of milk in the centre of it. As she leaned across the tableshe felt the Baron’s hand on the back of her knee. She turned slightly andlooked at him. He just smiled, and slipped it a little higher, fondlingher buttocks. Bettina stood up.’Well Bettina, I see you look after your guests very well. You are acredit to your mother.’ Bettina felt his fingers curl around her upperthigh, squeezing her leg through the cotton of her knickers, pulling hertowards him, trapping her against his side.’It’s good manners to look after people in your house, Sir.’ Somethingin her head told her to move, to get away from his hands. Something else,curiosity, perhaps, told her not to move. The curiosity won. Bettina sawthe Baron’s eyes drop down to her chest, inspecting the little breasts thathad recently begun to signal to the world that her body was going to be awoman soon.’Good manners and beautiful as well. My, my Bettina, what a lovely girlyou are.’ Bettina blushed deeply. Other people had told her in the pastthat she was lovely, but that had been different. They were aunts or womenin the village. Not grown men who had their hand up her dress. Bettinastarted slightly as she realised his fingers were gently massaging her. His smiled broadened.’And so grown up too….very grown up for your age. Just how old areyou, Bettina?’ She moved back a step, away from his touch.’I’m twelve Sir, soon to be thirteen.”Ah! A young woman, indeed! And taking after your mother, no doubt.’Bettina frowned. She wasn’t sure what he meant. It was at that momentthat Elizabeth swept into the room. She eyed the Baron suspiciously.’Bettina has been looking after me….’ he said, pouring tea from thelittle china teapot that Bettina had so carefully filled from the bigkettle on the kitchen stove a few minutes before….’she does you credit!And beautiful as well. You must be very proud of her.’Elizabeth looked at her daughter. For the first time she saw her daughter asmore than a baby. Of course, she had seen Bettina begin to developbreasts. She was planning to tell her about men and babies soon. But thiswas different. This man wasn’t commenting on a c***d. He called Bettinaby name; he looked her in the eye as he spoke about her. He was talking about Bettina as though she was a woman.Elizabeth caught her breath escort bayan as she saw the expression on her daughter’sface. Bettina was flushed, and smiling, her eyes were sparkling. And shewas returning the Baron’s gaze. Elizabeth felt panic rising in her. Herlittle girl was flirting with this man!’Bettina….go and tidy your room….then go to the dairy for some moremilk, please.’ Bettina’s face fell.’Yes, Mother.’ she said in a desultory tone. She went upstairs andbegan her morning chores.Maximillian turned on his chair to face Elizabeth.’Bettina is a beautiful girl, just at that stage where innocence thrivesand sexuality breathes the first breath of it’s life! A veritable gemstoneof femininity!”How can you talk like that!’ Elizabeth retorted. ‘She’s only a c***d.She has nothing for a man to take interest in.”My dear Elizabeth!’ he exclaimed, ‘How wrong you are. Abbots hangthemselves from the beams of monasteries because of girls like Bettina. Kings go to war with each other over the delights such a girl has to offer!Do you know nothing of men?”But she is only a c***d! Not yet thirteen!’ She was confused andanxious.’Ah! c***d? Nonsense! Didn’t you see her positively wallowing infemale self-indulgence as I spoke about her. She loved being calledbeautiful. She gazed into my eyes like a mesmerised fawn as I complimentedher. At this very moment her hormones are raging like a furnace. Her earswill be pink until lunch time.’ ‘Your imagination is over wrought, Sir.’ She began to turn from defence to attack. ‘I am sure no decent man would think of Bettina as….well….as a….’The Baron cut her short.’A woman? A desirable female to be bedded? You are seriously mistakenElizabeth! Many men, myself included, would give their eye teeth tointroduce Bettina to the delights of love! Elizabeth stared at him. He wanted Bettina?’You would….’ struggling with the whole concept she could hardly findwords to speak. He spoke in a low urgent tone.’Without hesitation. And I promise you, I will if the opportunityarises! And I’d pay handsomely to be given the opportunity! Ten timesmore than I paid for your company, Elizabeth. And that’s a fact!’ Shestared at him, open mouthed.’But…but….that would be…..’ she stammered. The amount hesuggested was a month’s wages or more for a working man. To Elizabeth inher impoverished circumstances, a veritable fortune. ‘Are you suggestingthat I should….prostitute….my daughter?’ Her voice was a whisper.’Such an ugly word!’ cried the Baron. ‘No! But would you rather shediscovered her sexuality with some farm boy, who roughly handles her in abarn some day? Surely it’s better that she is introduced to the ways ofthe world by someone caring and gentle? For be assured Elizabeth, it willbe one or the other, for nature will not be denied, and Bettina has realblood in her veins, as I’m sure we both saw!’The Baron had gambled. Either she would throw him out in a fit ofprotective rage, or she would consider. And she had not thrown him outyet. He advanced his case. ‘Here, take this and buy Bettina some newclothes.’ He placed some banknotes on the table. ‘Take it as a gift forher. Free of obligation.’Elizabeth sat down heavily on the chair next to the Baron. Her face waspale, heard breathing fast and shallow. She was shocked by hisproposition. Why would a man want to pay so much for a little girl, when somany grown women, herself included, were available to him? She reallycould not understand men.She could however, understand the amount of money that had beenmentioned!’I could not Sir….Your charity does you credit, but….’ heinterrupted her.’Nonsense! Can a man not see his mistress’s c***dren well turned out?For make no mistake Elizabeth, I am now your fourth gentleman caller.”I really couldn’t take….’ she stammered. He interrupted her again.’I shall send what I think fit then. But I think it would be better allround if you were to supervise the matter. I am not familiar with ladiesclothing, nor the sizes involved. I understand them only to becomplicated, confusing and….’ he added with a broad smile, ‘….far toodifficult to remove!”Well, I suppose….in that case….”Good! The matter is resolved.’ He added a few more notes to the heap.’Shoes and accessories too. She must not be understated.’ Elizabeth lookedat him with a puzzled expression. He explained.’A matter of personal pride, you see. I will not have half measures,nor second best. I have my standards, and I insist they are maintained. And that extends to any lady that I have the honour to have….er….well,to have.’ Elizabeth tidied up the bank notes and took them to the littletable in the corner of the room. Without counting them she put them in thedraw.’Very well. Thank you. I shall see to it.”I am welcome to call again, I hope?’ he smiled softly, a hopeful tonein his voice, although he well knew that simply by plying her with enoughcash, he was securing for himself a willing bed mate.’As you wish, Baron. But please understand, I must keep a schedule ofmy, er, activities. Please let me know in advance when you wish to callupon me.’ For the first time she saw his face harden a little. The Baron,it seemed, did not like to share.’Yes, of course. You do have other commitments. I shall send a letter,well in advance. But what of Bettina?”Out of the question! She is far too young! She knows nothing of suchthings.’Now, Baron von Langsdorf was not just titled, he was as shrewd anoperator and businessman as any. He knew an opportunity when he saw one,and was well versed in getting the best of a situation. Guiding theconversation to his advantage, he said,’What if Bettina were to visit my house one weekend, with a guaranteethat nothing would happen to her without her consent? That no coercion orpressure be used to obtain her consent, would that be agreeable to you?’Elizabeth felt cold inside, but had no chance to voice her feelings beforehe moved in with his masterstroke. ‘Half the aforesaid amount before,yours no matter what the outcome, and the rest if my seduction succeeds?’She pursed her lips. Her thoughts raced round her head. Such an amount ofmoney! Even half the amount…. But her little baby! To loose her virginityto the Baron? She would lose it eventually of course, but surely, on herwedding night. Elizabeth’s thoughts turned to her own deflowering. Itseemed such a long time ago now. But she was much older than Bettina ….she had been…. Like a thunderclap the memory came back. It was just afterher f******nth birthday. She had been only a year or so older than Bettina….Due to legalities, the rest of this book cannot be published here. Please e mail me at [email protected] and I will send you the rest. Happy reading! cj3.

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