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Ishtar

The woman enters the temple precincts and makes her obeisance. She is trembling inside but holds her head high and her body proud. As the wife of the city’s governor, she is used to being respected and obeyed. The wrong side of 50, she wonders if she has left this too late. Every woman must offer herself as a sacred prostitute in the temple of Ishtar once in her lifetime. It is the holy law, even for the high-born. Most women get it over with when they are young and then try to forget about it. A few go back again and again ...

She walks past the line of seven priestesses, and each one removes an article of her clothing or ornament, until she is naked. It symbolises the goddess Ishtar’s own journey through the seven gates of hell into the underworld. The governor’s wife shivers, feeling her nipples harden. Her body is not bad, she has not let it go to seed, but it cannot compare with that of a twenty-year old. No-one but her husband has seen her naked for 30 years. She enters the central court of the temple, her bare feet slapping against the marble floor.

She has been careful to keep secret the date of her visit, but somehow word has leaked out. Her heart sinks as she sees the crowd gathered there to witness her ritual prostitution. Her ‘customer’, chosen by the priestesses from among the foreign visitors to the city, stands naked and erect at the front. He is a great bull of a man, and endowed to match. She wonders if she can go through with it. Since their marriage, she has not had sex with anyone except her husband, and that only rarely in the last few years.

He hands her a small coin, symbolic of her role, and the priestesses help her to lie back on the cold marble altar, her legs hanging over the edge. Her most intimate region is on show to the crowd. She shuts her mind and wishes that it would just be over and done with.

To her surprise he does not enter her immediately. She feels his breath on her inner thighs and the his tongue on her pussy lips. Oh no, he is going to give her oral sex! The one thing guaranteed to make her wild with passion. Despite the shame and the discomfort and the audience, she knows that she will not be able to prevent an orgasm, or several, from overwhelming her. And this man certainly knows what he is doing.

In spite of her predicament, she loses herself in the rising tide of ecstasy as his tongue and mouth works on her. The priestesses hold her arms to stop her writhing off the altar and to stop her also from grabbing his head and grinding her pubes against it. When the climax finally breaks over her it is the strongest she has had for many a year. Animal noises spill from her throat and she humps her buttocks against the altar, feeling hot juice spilling from her clutching pussy. The crowd gasp at the violence of her release.

His mouth is removed and she feels cool air against her crotch. All she wants in the world now is for her hungry orifice to be filled, plumbed, stretched. And she is not disappointed. His massive cock slides into her, thudding against her cervix, and she gives a moan of satisfaction. He grips her thighs and begins to pump, relentlessly, unflaggingly. Her body is just a plaything for his lust. To her surprise (as much as she can think coherently at all), she feels another orgasm building inside her. Eventually it bursts and her pussy clamps down convulsively around the hard shaft that fills her ... And he doesn’t even break rhythm but continues to thrust regularly, deeply, wetly, and she knows that another orgasm is inevitable.

Finally the man shouts in triumph and she feels his cock swell and spurt deep inside her, jet after jet of fluid splashing against her vaginal walls. Despite being bruised and tender, she is actually quite sorry that it is all over. He withdraws and the crowd gathers round to look at her gaping, swollen pussy and the trickle of white that drips from it.

Weak and aching, she is helped off the altar by the priestesses and taken for the ritual lustration. Lying in the warm bath, hands moving gently over her skin, she begins to feel rather proud. She has made her offering to the goddess. It wasn’t at all how she expected. Perhaps she will return soon to accrue more blessings from Ishtar ...

For the background to this story, see

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ishtar

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temple_prostitute

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