Prostitute, for sure

They reached Artiga well past nightfall. Jerome was snoring softly, and the carriage went straight to an Inn. A part of the guards were dismissed for the night, while the others started to secure the Inn for the royal cohort´s night. Such a bore, Maria decided, and simply strode out towards the nearby building, a tavern it seemed.

The tavern was a resting place for weary pilgrims. While there was song and beer, the mood was dull and sober, with most conversations kept in low tones. Maria would have turned and left were not for the disapproving gaze of that place´s owner, a chubby woman with a square face and large eyebrows that mistakenly took the finely attired cohort for a common whore. Such petulance was a welcome change, and Maria decided the place could be fun after all.

The serving wench wasn't the only one to make that same mistake, Maria felt many eyes on her as she walked by. She sat by the counter, and started to indulge in idle conversation with a tentative customer, wondering how long it would take for her bodyguards to finally track her and spoil her fun.

“and i came all this way to beg for my wife´s cure” Maria couldnt quite remember if the man was a farmer or a sheppard, nor even his name for that matter. She was eating him with her eyes, picturing his muscled body ravishing her. She slid her hand along his thigh, around his manhood, and rested on his coin purse. "Such a good husband..." Maria whispered in his ear "I think I can give you a discount"

Next she knew, she was pressed against an alley wall. The farmer, definetly a farmer, ploughed his cock deep in her craving pussy without ceremony. His hands mauled her breasts, and his teeth left marks on her neck. She screamed encouragement as he fucked her harder and harder, barely registering another female doing just the same.

She was just feeling her climax build when his grunts turned more decisive. She tighten around the selfish bastard's cock, and the pain made him cum deep inside her. With a mixture of frustration and anger, she shifted her eyes to the other whore.

She was gorgeous. Buxon, her curly blond hair being tossed around as the familiar young man gave her the fuck a beautiful women deserved. One of her guards, she noticed, and just the one that caught her attention during her trip. And his whore...

Maria frowned as she continued watching the couple. It was dark, but it was impossible to deny the resemblance. The woman in front of her eyes looked just like herself!