Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Gentle Prostitute Some weeks later, Helmut asked Elizabeth if she would like to earn a little money. 'By what means Helmut?' 'A travelling salesman visits me once a month, and stays at the night at a local 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!' Helmut replies with a grin. She is shocked by what he proposes! Elizabeth replies 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 not regret. 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 miserable existence a more comfortable experience' Elizabeth's face softens a little. 'And just how much would that be?' 'Leave that to me my dear. You just give him dinner, breakfast and take him to your bed for what a man needs most, eh?' He says with a conspiratorial grin. 'I'll guarantee you'll be satisfied....with the money at 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 by his good manners, and leads the way into her little house, desperately hoping none of her neighbours have seen him. Bettina is a little surprised when 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 should not tell anyone as 'evil tongues are always looking for gossip...' Bettina can'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 the experience of him chewing her nipples or squeezing her breasts as hard as he did, nor had she been impressed by his small penis, but his frenzied and prolonged thrusting between her thighs had brought her to a sudden and unexpected orgasm. She was amazed by her capacity to experience such acute pleasure at the hands, so to speak, of a complete stranger! Her first encounter with Herr Schuster's manhood, and the pleasure that had given her, 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,' she thought, 'what a truly amoral woman I must be.' Even so, a small smile spread across her face as she settled down to sleep beside the gently snoring salesman. The following morning, at the breakfast table, Herr Poppel gives Bettina a bar of chocolate. A rarity in Germany at the time, and totally unknown to Bettina. She is awestruck, and thanks him profusely. She eagerly asks if he will be coming again. He tells her he will be here the same time next month, if it is alright with her Mother? Bettina is delighted when her blushing Mother nods in agreement. As soon as breakfast is over, Herr Poppel leaves, and Bettina's mother tells her she is 'just popping out for a minute or two.' 'Good Morning Elizabeth! How are you this morning?' Helmut beams at her. She blushes at the knowledge that he knows what she has been doing the previous evening. He holds out a bundle of notes to her. She takes them and counts them. Helmut laughs at the expression on her face! 'More than you thought, eh? Good! I told you you'd be satisfied! How was Herr Poppel? Put a smile on your face did he?' Elizabeth ignored his teasing. '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 particular I know who would dearly love to pay for that exquisite pleasure!' Elizabeth looked at the money in her hand. Hers for nothing more than she had done for her husband for years. 'There is another man you wish me to sleep with?' The grocer eyed her nervously. This could go either way!. She could turn out to be a good thing for him. His cut of the fee he had charged the salesman would keep him in beer for a week. One or two more regulars, and he'd be doing very nicely out of her! 'Of course not! I don't want you to do it with anyone but me! Every night! All the time! I was only thinking of you....it's all good money you know....' Elizabeth inwardly questioned the fact that it was good money, 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, most important, confidentiality....' 'That, Helmut, goes both ways. I am a respected person hereabouts, a respectable woman and regular church goer.' 'Yes....in fact, Father Jacob did mention you when he came in for his tobacco yesterday.' 'Did he? What did he say....' his eyes gave her the news. '....you mean he.....No!.....He's a priest!' 'He's a man just like the rest of us Elizabeth! Asking about your situation he was. I told him you were a widow woman, single and available as 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 Catholic Church, he was forbidden to marry.' 'And.....' 'Then I asked him if he was asking about you in a different manner! We men know each other you see, my dear' Elizabeth half expected what was coming next. 'He said that such a woman as you must be lonely, having had the comfort of a husband. That these times must be hard dreadfully hard for a widow.' 'So you told him what, precisely?' 'That I'd have a word with you, and see if an agreement could be reached, 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?' she blurted out. 'Now calm yourself! Shush! No need to worry....he's the last person on earth to say anything. Think about it.' She thought for a moment. It was true. The priest could afford to lose his reputation even less than she. 'You could have that amount....' he gestured towards the money in her hand, 'every week' Elizabeth thought about this too. 'Every week?' 'Absolutely; twice when Herr Poppel comes to town. The Priest won't stay overnight either, nor will he eat anything. Shall I tell him to call on you one day? Say, Tuesday, or maybe better if it's Wednesday, eh?' Elizabeth nodded dumbly. Sadness overtook her as she realised the truth about herself. She was a prostitute. A whore no better than the street girls in Frankfurt or Mainz, and worst of all, she thought to herself, 'I even seem to enjoy doing it!' 'Would you mind making the arrangements as before? I don't think I could speak about money to him....' This, of course, was just what Helmut had hoped for. 'Of course. I shall give him a note to bring to you, to confirm the transaction....' A few days later, Bettina is surprised when the village priest, Father Jacob, comes to call. She has only seen him in Church, and he has never called at their house before. The priest gives her Mum a letter, then her mother tells her to go out to play for an hour. The priest becomes a regular weekly visitor to their house, and the salesman comes to stay one night a month. Mr. Schuster comes to visit too, sometimes. Bettina begins to suspect that something she ought to know about 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 the door. 'Are you Elizabeth?' He asks with a smile. Bettina explains that Elizabeth is her mother. He then enquires if her mother is at home. Bettina invites him in and runs upstairs to get her Mum, who is in her bedroom. She then makes a pretence of going to her room when her mother goes down stairs. She listens at the top of the stairs to the conversation taking place below. 'Good evening my dear. The shopkeeper tells me that a gentleman may find 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 a comfortable bed would be provided, with good honest company for the night to warm a man's heart' At the top of the stairs, Bettina's jaw dropped open! Another man staying overnight? She listens intently. Downstairs, Elizabeth surveys the stranger. He seemed respectable. In fact, his clothing gave the impression that he was in fact, a man of substance. A man with money. 'The grocer said I should give him the fee. I presume that is in order?' 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 is no doubt a lady such as yourself merits such a price.' He paused for a moment. '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.' She thought of the possibilities. Vague tales of sadistic sexual practices came 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 her proffered hand. Elizabeth started at him. The name was not unfamiliar to her. 'Baron von Langsdorf?' She had heard of this man and his reputation as a rich and womanising landowner. He owned the house that Bettina's friend, Katerina, lived in. And Elizabeth suspected that Katarina's mother, a young and beautiful widow, often paid her rent in much the same way as she herself paid for her groceries. 'The very same, Frau Schmidt.' 'Please, call me Elizabeth. I'm afraid you will find our house very humble, Sir. I am just a poor widow, struggling to support myself and my daughter.' 'A friendly house, especially one with a welcoming bed, is the finest abode 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 sat down 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 is your daughter?' 'Yes, Bettina.' 'A charming young lady, if I may say so.' Elizabeth feels a moment of anxiety 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 been rather 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 quietly closed the door. She heard the two adults come upstairs, and when her mother's bedroom door closed, she crept out onto the landing and listened to what was going on. 'Let me help you with that....there.....and this.....no, no, let me do that....' Then a silence for a few minutes, then, 'Shall we dispense with those knickers now? There....my word Elizabeth, what a fine example of womanhood 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. Something about babies. How men and women....Sex! That was it! Her mother was going to have sex with this man. Bettina glued her ear to the door. This was too good to miss. Inside the bedroom the voices had dropped to a much lower level. She could hear the man again. 'Ah! Yes! Very good! No, no. Not yet....suck a little longer my dear, suck a little longer....thats it....Ahhh!!!' Bettina was puzzled. Suck? She couldn't remember anything about sucking in the biology lesson. What had that got to do with sex? All was quiet for a few minutes, then she heard her mother's voice. 'Shall I get on top, Baron?' The man answered. 'Yes, well done....very thoughtful. Put it in will you?' Bettina's eyes widened. The man had put his thing in her Mum. No! Her Mum had. She listened intently, her ears picking up the sound of the creaking bed and the laboured breathing. She had seen dogs doing it, and had once seen a bull with a cow, so she now realised that the bed was creaking because the man was pushing in and out of her Mum. Wait a minute though; her Mum was on top, so that must mean....her Mum was doing it. A few minutes later Bettina was a little concerned by the grunts and groans of the man, and the funny squeaking noises her Mum was making. What on earth was going on? Was he hurting her Mum? Suddenly all was quiet again, and after a few moments she heard the gentle breathing that told her that someone had fallen asleep. She crept back to her bedroom, her head full of the mysterious and wonderful sounds that she had heard as her Mum and the stranger had sex. She climbed into her little bed and as she closed her eyes, her little fingers slipped between her legs, 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 orgasm. 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 he asked. 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 like you'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 any trouble. He worked his finger around for a minute, then pulled it out of her. She immediately felt the head of his cock replace his finger, and he said, 'Push again, that's it, a little more...!' This time, despite her pushing, she felt the discomfort of her anal virginity being taken. His penis 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!' He gripped her buttocks and his action both lengthened and quickened over the next few minutes. Then she felt the familiar warmth filling her. 'Well, that was alright wasn't it? And well worth the price if I may say so!' He lay back on the pillow. 'Breakfast included is it?' and promptly fell asleep. Elizabeth lay there for a minute, her anus trickling semen. She tensed as it tickled her, and promptly embarrassed herself with a loud and wet fart. Bettina was up early. She spread a cloth on the table and laid out breakfast for three, as she had when Herr Poppel had stayed. Then it hit her. Of course! Herr Poppel had slept with her Mum too. He must have had sex with her as well. Baron Maximillian von Langsdorf was, at that moment, lying back on the pillow, watching Elizabeth impale herself on his cock. She was kneeling astride him, her hands on his hips, lowering herself onto him. He looked her up and down, taking in her large breasts with their big nipples, then down at the bush of black hair that his cock was disappearing into. He studied her face, unlined, framed by her long dark hair as it cascaded over her shoulders. She was a lovely woman indeed. And judging by the way she now moved 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 he saw anger flash into her eyes. But it passed as quickly as it came, and she resumed her movement. 'No Sir, I have three gentlemen callers, all single and men of good manners, that regularly call upon me. I like to think that we all benefit from the arrangement.' 'I see. So you are in fact, shall we say, more of a courtesan, a mistress to several men rather than, er....anything else?' 'You may call me a whore, Baron, as in truth, that is what I have become.' He closed his eyes, and Elizabeth felt his hips rise up to meet her, and immediately felt the wetness of his ejaculation. Her words had pushed him over the edge of control, and had triggered his orgasm. The Baron, Elizabeth mused, was one of those men who liked to hear lewdness as well as partaking of it. Bettina had been in the little pantry at the side of the kitchen, where she had been organising breakfast. When she came into the living room, she found 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 table she felt the Baron's hand on the back of her knee. She turned slightly and looked at him. He just smiled, and slipped it a little higher, fondling her buttocks. Bettina stood up. 'Well Bettina, I see you look after your guests very well! You are a credit to your mother.' Bettina felt his fingers curl around her upper thigh, squeezing her leg through the cotton of her knickers, pulling her towards him, trapping her against his side. 'It's good manners to look after people in your house, Sir.' Something in 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 saw the Baron's eyes drop down to her chest, inspecting the little breasts that had recently begun to signal to the world that her body was going to be that of a woman soon. 'Good manners and beautiful as well! My, my Bettina, what a lovely girl you are.' Bettina blushed deeply. Other people had told her in the past that she was lovely, but that had been different! They were aunts or women in the village. Not grown men who had their hand up her dress. Bettina started slightly as she realised his fingers were gently massaging her, and in the same way she had massaged herself last night. The Baron felt a damp spot on the cotton material he had in his hand. His smiled broadened. 'And so grown up too.... very grown up for your age! Just how old are you, 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 moment that Elizabeth swept into the room. She eyed the Baron suspiciously. 'Bettina has been looking after me....' he said, pouring tea from the little china teapot that Bettina had so carefully filled from the big kettle 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 as more than a baby. Of course, she had seen Bettina begin to develop breasts. She was planning to tell her about men and babies soon. But this was different. This man wasn't commenting on a child. He called Bettina by 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 as she saw the expression on her daughter's face. Bettina was flushed, and smiling, her eyes were sparkling! And she was returning the Baron's gaz. Elizabeth felt panic rising in her! Her little girl was flirting with this man! 'Bettina....go and tidy your room....then go to the dairy for some more milk, please.' Bettina's face fell. 'Yes, Mother.' she said in a desultory tone. She went upstairs and began her morning chores. Maximillian von Langsdorf turned on his chair to face Elizabeth. 'Bettina is a beautiful girl, just at that stage where innocence thrives and sexuality breathes the first breath of its life! A veritable gemstone of femininity!' 'How can you talk like that!' Elizabeth retorted. 'She's only a child. She has nothing for a man to take interest in.' 'My dear Elizabeth!' he exclaimed, 'How wrong you are! Abbots hang themselves 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 child. Not yet thirteen!' She was confused and anxious. 'Ah! Child? Nonsense. Didn't you see her positively wallowing in female self-indulgence as I spoke about her. She loved being called beautiful. She gazed into my eyes like a mesmerised fawn as I complimented her. At this very moment her hormones are raging like a furnace. Her ears will 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 mistaken Elizabeth. Many men, myself included, would give their eye teeth to introduce Bettina to the delights of love.' Elizabeth stared at him. He wanted Bettina? 'You would....' struggling with the whole concept she could hardly find words to speak. He spoke in a low urgent tone. 'Without hesitation. And I promise you, I will if the opportunity arises. And I'd pay handsomely to be given that opportunity. Ten times more than I paid for your company, Elizabeth! And that's a fact.' Elizabeth stared at him, open mouthed. 'But...but....that would be.....' she stammered. The amount he suggested was a month's wages or more for a working man. To Elizabeth in her impoverished circumstances, a veritable fortune 'Are you suggesting that I should.... prostitute.... my daughter?!' Her voice was a whisper. 'Such an ugly word!' cried the Baron. 'No! But would you rather she discovered her sexuality with some uncouth farm boy, who roughly handles her in a barn some day? Surely it's better that she is introduced to the ways of the world by someone caring and gentle? For be assured Elizabeth, it will be one or the other, for nature will not be denied, and Bettina has real blood in her veins, as I'm sure we both saw.' The Baron had gambled. Either she would throw him out in a fit of protective rage, or she would consider. And she had not thrown him out yet. He advanced his case. 'Here, take this and buy Bettina some new clothes.' He placed some banknotes on the table. 'Take it as a gift for her. Free of obligation.' Elizabeth sat down heavily on the chair next to the Baron. Her face was pale, her breathing fast and shallow. She was shocked by his proposition. Why would a man want to pay so much for a little girl, when so many grown women, herself included, were available to him? She really could not understand men. She could however, understand the amount of money that had been mentioned. 'I could not Sir....Your charity does you credit, but....' he interrupted her. 'Nonsense! Can a man not see his mistress's children 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 all round if you were to supervise the matter. I am not familiar with ladies clothing, nor the sizes involved. I understand them only to be complicated, confusing and....' he added with a broad smile, '....far too difficult 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 looked at 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 little table in the corner of the room. Without counting them she put them in the draw. 'Very well Baron. Thank you. I shall see to it.' 'I am welcome to call again, I hope?' he smiled softly, a hopeful tone in his voice, although he well knew that simply by plying her with enough cash, he was securing for himself a willing bed mate. 'As you wish Baron. But please understand, I must keep a schedule of my, er, activities. Please let me know in advance when you wish to call upon 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 such things.' Now, Baron von Langsdorf was not just titled, he was as shrewd an operator and businessman as any. He knew an opportunity when he saw one, and was well versed in getting the best of a situation. Guiding the conversation to his advantage, he said, 'What if Bettina were to visit my house one weekend, with a guarantee, my word of honour, that nothing would happen to her without her consent? That no coercion or pressure be used to obtain her consent, would that be agreeable to you?' Elizabeth felt cold inside, but had no chance to voice her feelings before he 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 a huge amount of money. Even half the amount. But her little baby. To lose her virginity to the Baron? She would lose it eventually of course, but surely, on her wedding night! Elizabeth's thoughts turned to her own deflowering. It seemed 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 after her fourteenth birthday. She had been only a year or so older than Bettina, and the experience had not been a good one.