1. Prim Miss Williams DP'd 4 some


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Group Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    rigours of marriage, have the wench hate us not her husband to be do you see? That is our obligation, we cannot deny her that. Now shall you do the honours or shall I? Or Brabbinger, perhaps he will be your proxy?” he suggested, “If you cannot oblige?” “I shall not,” I demured. “Brabbinger,” he queried, “I am sure you will not forego having your cock sucked?” “And bitten off?” Miss Williams added. “Not if you value your teeth Miss Williams, a toothless maw makes a pleasant cunt at the whorehouse for those who cannot afford the real thing, so think on,” the Lord Lieutenant cautioned, and he continued, “Over the chair I think.” The Constable helped Miss Williams up and with Brabbinger guided her to the sumptuous leather arm chair. “Ah!” The Lord Lieutenant sighed, “Perhaps you should sit on the chair Mr Brabbinger, drop you breeches man and let the wench at it.” Brabbinger would certainly have taken more care with his laundering his underthings had he known they would be displayed but he did indeed lower his breeches and sat upon the leather chair member erect if somewhat deficient in both length, girth and indeed straightness, it being bent like a Arabian Sword. “A fine member for suckling I do declare,” the Lord Lieutenant laughed, “To your duty wench!” “Must it be he?” she pleaded. “Why yes, you might choke on young Chargrove’s monster!” the Lord Lieutenant chortled. Miss Williams went to resist, “Your teeth wench, remember,” he declared. “Oh, if I must, please just slit ...
    my throat and have done with it!” she sighed and kneeling before Brabbinger she tenderly took his member and closed her mouth round the tip of it, she gagged, widened her mouth and took more within her mouth and gently began to suck. Brabbingers head went back in pleasure and then she took another gulp, his balls touched her chin and realising no more would fit she gently began to bite his member. “Aggghhhhhh,” he screamed, “She’s biting my appendage, dear god, she’s biting it off.” he screamed. “One moment sir,” the Constable cried, “Let me deal with this, I have an amplitude for this matter.” I stared at him, then realised he meant aptitude, but by then his uniform trousers were down, indeed discarded entirely and he advanced with his erect member in hand, but for a moment only as he unerringly rammed his meat into her exposed and bruised brown back passage, and as a coup de grace took his wooden baton or truncheon and somehow rammed it forcibly deep into her woman’s parts. She screamed, her mouth wide and poor Brabbinger was free, he shot from the chair as if hit by lightning and heedless of his lack of breeches and decorum he rushed from the room to a chorus of screams from the Lord Lieutenant’s servants in the adjoining passageway, kitchen and pantry! “Miss Williams,” the Lord Lieutenant said, “That was unkind, an assault indeed, now if you do not wish to spend a week in the stocks in the market square, bared for all to see, you will mend your ways.” The Constable was ...
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