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

    give him a stroke and showed the crowd what I’d a got cause I were quite proud on me cock on quiet. The buggers laughed so I did no more than I aimed he at her cunt and shoved hard, she screamed, and tried to wriggle free but half a dozen and more held her for me, I went to kiss her lips but she spat at me but it mattered not for nine inches of muscle were soon sliding deep inside of her, splitting asunder her maidenhead making her cry out and then were I sheathed deep in her, sheathed in the masters daughter, deeply sheathed indeed and it were nothing special at all. I expected something special, paradise perhaps, I knowed not what but something special what with her being lordships line but she were like a dead fish as she laid there while I poked away at her. “I hate you,” she said as I poked steadfastly away. “Her ent very lively,” I observed to Bessie. “No,” Bessie says, “Come on girl, you ant got all night, you squeeze the cream out of he quick smart then you can do these other gentlemen before they has to ride off!” “No!” Emily protested. “Thee best get hurried up wench,” Deacon said earnestly, “Old Bessie she’d have had one up her ass and one in front and suck some other one’s cock all at one time.” “Ah that I do!” Bessie says, “And more!” “No!” Emily cried and the tears flowed as I poked her and it was a miserable affair, in the end I had to look at old Bessie to make me cock blow and shoot me load and then I went to kiss Emily and she dodged me lips and it were ...
    done, she were ruined and I were left disappointed and confused. I climbed off of her and dragged me trousers up an went to quaff a quart of mead, and afore I knowed it Emily was screaming, that brute Deacon had her twisted round all cack handed like and his cock rammed up her ass and she was bleeding and everything. I went to stop he but Bessie was beside me “So John, hows a fine lady fuck then?” Bessie asked as she stood aside me. “All right,” I says. “Better than I?” she asked. “No course not Bessie,” I says, “Nothing like, it were miserable," I said, “Her’s bout as lively as a dead sheep.” “An you should know!” old Fladder laughed, “See pup, fine ladies are for looking at, they be perfumed to enrouse your member, they be rouged, cleaned with lemon water, all that frippery and then when it comes down they lies there like dead fish, like you don’t matter, like your nothing," he says an motioned at Emily, “But look ye there, cock up her ass one up her cut and she still looks like she be bored.” He weren’t wrong, Deacon’s fat cock was deep up her ass and some other bloke was up of her front passage and they was a rigging and a pounding together like they was brothers, and her hair hung down, sweated now, not shiny, and tear tracks was in the dirt of her face as she was sullied now, no fine lady no more, just a used wench. Bessie touched my arm, “There’s little enough pleasure with an unwilling wench, not for kind souls like thee John Elliot, but a spot of fine porter, a diamond ...
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