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

    grabbed he?” “Shouting ‘Come and get it,’ as she stood there in bar wanking her cunt we a bar candle we another up her ass as her said it,” Bessie explained. Me cock reared, the tip touched Emily’s leg, “Elliot!” she protested. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Ooh is I turning thee on master John!” Bessie says, “You should have seen her when they let a go of the ropes and the Fladder gang was gone, for there was no one taking pennies and she were fucking all comers, and naked her were, we candles stuck in her holes like I said.” “No John, if you have any regard for me.” Emily said as I turned towards her, “You will desist,” she said as I put my knees between hers, “And leave me.” “Guide me in,” I says. “Nooo,” she says and bursts into tears but she still guided me in to her now well used fuck hole and the heaven therein for as my cock sank deeply within her there was no me and her but one being, my cock her cunt and you could see no join and her tits fitted on my chest as if the good lord ordained it. We just laid for a second, “Do summat then?” Bessie suggested. I kissed Emily on the forehead, “With thee cock lummox head!” Bessie said, “Aw sod thee,” she says and slammed the door on the way out. There weren’t nothing to say, her warmth, my warmth, my cock bursting we juice, her womb hungry for it, just a few moments of peace for us to enjoy. “Nobody kissed me,” she said, “They all abused me.” I kissed her lips and began to hump against her, “Sorry,” I said, “But I have needs.” “Yes,” ...
    she said. “Yes?” I queried. “I have needs too John, I need a man to look after me,” she said, “And if giving you pleasure is the price I must pay then so be it.” “You’ll damned well tell me you love me afore any of that,” I said, “You ent no Lordships daughter now wench, your a penny whore nothing more,” I said and a great gout of me cream shot inside of her. “John,” Emily said, “I can not love you, despite everything you are still my father’s servant.” “Liar, it’s in thee eyes,” I said as I stilled, and as I looked into her eyes my cock was stiffening again, “Thee’s lusted after I for ages, and I lusted after thee, and now we got a few minutes afore lord knows what and I want’s to go to heaven again and if thee’re willing I’ll take thee there with I.” “Oh John,” she said, and she clasped me to her and I silenced her we a kiss. To be continued Devon and Cornwall in the far West of England is a land of steep cliffs and wild seas with tiny coves, and wild moorland where two hundred and more years ago smugglers and pirates ruled and lawmen feared to tread. Many were the legends of this time of heroics and derring do but few ordinary tales of ordinary people survive so the story of Emily and John Elliot perhaps deserves to be re told. It's in Devenish dialect though so be warned if thee durstn't speak on it. ======================================== There were I, half way up Danesmoor cline, cart upended, horse gone lord knows where, me and the lordship’s daughter all in a heap ...
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