1. Lordships Wench Deflowered


    Date: 10/27/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, First Time, Group Sex, Males / Females, Prostitution, Rape, Romance, Virginity, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    says, “I ent no sir, pup, but neither am I heartless, and there be nettles by the score on our way so keep thee boots miss we me compliments.” “Whay hay!” someone shouted as they took hold of his lordship’s stuff as we had bought at market, stuffing it in saddle bags and the like, “Madeerer port with duty paid!” “Allus tastes off when duty’s paid,” Fladder says, “More money than sense be far.” I saw one of they come back we us horse what had run off, “See here pup,” Old Fladder says, “Old Dan got you an horse for thee to ride upon, so you going a ride we us or you going try explain why your masters girl be fucking all comers round the hoe?” And then was time to be gone, all was mounted except Emily and I, Fladder had a rope around her neck and he was offering me for to steal lordships horse. “You off home then Pup?” Fladder says. “No, I’m a staying we me girl.” I says, “Even if it kills I.” “Then take her rope,” he says, “And mount up.” The old nag stood a watching of I, I hopped up on its back as there were no saddle no nothing as it were a draft horse and took the end of Emily’s rope as Emily stood by sobbing, shivering and naked in the dark shadows of the trees trying to cover both tits and her cunt we just two hands while every man jack looked on. “Time to go lads!” Fladder shouted, I glanced at Emily and tugged gently at the rope, she grasped at it and tugged and damned near had me off the horse. A whip flashed, poor Emily cried out. “Stop thee mithering and walk!” ...
    Deacon ordered. “Don’t thee mark her,” Fladder warned, “Frenchies likes them all soft and pink.” “Don’t be a fool Emily,” I says, “Walk on.” “How dare you!” she snapped, but there were others and she started to walk we us, one dainty foot afore the other sinking into mud beside the stone of the climb, as we made us wy back down. “I’m cold,” she whined, “A cloak for pities sake please!” she said as she stumbled again and again as our pace was too much and after a bit I held out me hands to her and she grabbed at I and I swept her up afore I on the horses back instead of a making her walk and when I looked at Fladder he just smiled as they all formed up around us and sped up so as we sort of cantered us along we the daft horse puffing and blowing as he never run afore in his life. “No Elliot, please, I am so cold!” Emily pleaded so I put me arms around her an hugged at her, and me hands went at her tits like you would and they tits they stiffened at me touch quicker than any whore. Course it were all eyewash, talk of Plymouth hoe, half mile down the road and we was stopping at the “Whiddom Arms." “Get the wench inside,” Old Fladder said, “We might as well have a feed and that.” “Run!” Emily said, “On the horse run!” “Only place you runnin is in the pub,” Deacon whispers in her ear, she hadn’t seen him see, and her grabs the rope round her neck an dragged her right off the horse and pushed her through the pub door. “Whay Hay!” the shout went up, half the folk knew Emily, knew her as ...
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