One evening in May, 1676
Edward Colston had returned to Bristol after a long absence. He normally visited several times a year, to see his beloved sister Ann, as well as other relatives. This time however, he was visiting for a different reason – that most human of needs. A need that only Sally could provide. She was no different from the many other whores that plied their trade in the city, but Edward was drawn to her, not just because she was a bloody good fuck, but a good listener. Or at least she was good at pretending to be. She’d lain with countless other men, and was rumoured to be one of the best of Bristol’s whores. Edward always paid her handsomely.
“And if a city is a lady, then there is no bigger whore than Bristol herself.” Colston had once remarked.
Colston was not a man to show his feelings; indeed for most of his adult life, he’d kept his heart armoured and locked in an iron age. A fact that had not gone unnoticed by his associates at the Merchant Venturers. A couple of thinly-veiled insults had been fired in his direction, implying he was a fancier of other gentlemen.
“There be a market for those who wish to buy shares in molly-houses, so I’m told.”
He’d refused to be cowed by those gossiping carbuncles. If his application to join the Royal African Company was successful, he’d end up richer than the whole damn lot of them.
He furtively headed down a small alley and knocked on a door.
“My belek escort my, if it isn’t Eddie Colston. Long time no see ye. Back from the colonies?”
“Just London.” He replied. “I’ve purchased a house in Mortlake. I believe you have something you can offer me?”
“You never change do you?” The flame-haired whore chuckled, beckoning him inside.
Inside the bedchamber, Colston’s coat fell to the floor, soon to be joined by his hat, waistcoat and long periwig. Sally undid his necktie and shirt, and hauled it over his head. He was content to simply stand there and let her warm hands release him from his restrictive apparel. Colston felt himself sigh as her lips met his and his mouth yielded and her tongue plundered his welcoming territory. He was determined to savour every moment. He moaned softly against her lips and pressed his firm body against hers. Still kissing, she unfastened her bodice and pulled him down to the bed.
Colston trembled with excitement as he fondled her bare skin. He had to lean back, had to let the flickering candlelight play across her body. Sally wasted no time in removing his shoes, stockings and breeches, moving forward to excite him with an intimacy that only she had ever performed. She rubbed her hands along his shoulders, down across his biceps, and back up across his partially hairy chest.
She leaned forward and littered his chest with kisses, and stopped beşevler escort at one of his nipples and gave it a delicate lick.
Colston stared back into those blue eyes, and sighed as her hand brushed his large cock.
“I’ve missed this.” She said with a grin. “You’re so generously endowed!”
“Of course. You’ve no doubt missed my generous financial gifts too.” He replied, voice trembling with desire.
She quickly took his hard cock in her hands and wrapped her lips around it. Colston knew he wouldn’t last long if she kept doing that.
“Oh dear God, more!”
It was a miracle that he hadn’t spent already. Sally teased his cock with her mouth, stopping occasionally to run her tongue up and down the shaft. She stopped at the base and circled her tongue around his balls, and then returned to vigorously sucking and stroking his shaft, licking up every drop of precum.
Moaning, he grasped her arse cheeks, his finger lightly caressing her dripping cleft. Just like the last time they’d met, her juices were a glorious assault to his senses. Sally spread her legs and Colston sank his cock deeply into her, pushing upward. They slowly humped together in rhythm, each savouring every sensation. They continued like that, holding each other’s hands and staring into each other’s eyes, Sally frequently leaning down to kiss him.
“Spend for me, Eddie.”
This intimate embrace continued beşiktaş escort until they both shared a deep orgasm, and she collapsed, burying her head in his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her.
Afterwards, Edward sat on the edge of the bed and took a pinch of snuff. He stood up and walked over to a chamber pot in the corner of the room and started to piss. Sally watched him intently, as she reclined. The candlelight cast long shadows across her face.
“Haven’t you found the time to court a lady and get married yet, Eddie? Sire a child or two?”
He glanced back at her as he pissed. “I have the widows of Bristol for wife and all the poor orphans for children.”
She laughed. “What sort of answer is that?”
Edward finished relieving himself and headed back to the bed. “I find that the bachelor life suits me just fine.”
“Is that so? Many a lady would be honoured have one of Bristol’s wealthiest and most well-endowed merchants propose to her.”
“I’m forty, Sally. I’m getting too old I fear.” This subject was an uncomfortable one for him, for reasons he preferred not to disclose. Many years ago, he’d proposed marriage to a lady who’d stolen his heart, but his proposal had been rejected. It had profoundly affected him.
“You’re never too old Eddie,” Sally smiled. “Why, I heard there’s an old blind judge who’s just got hitched for the first time at the ripe old age of sixty.”
“A marriage of convenience I expect.”
“You’re a cynical man.”
He lay beside her. “This life makes one cynical. And it makes one feel very old before one’s time.”
Sally slid her hand round his cock again. “I quite agree. On a happier note, this night is still young…”
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