1. Disgust


    Date: 10/5/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BradleyStoke, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    an unseemly virtue of demonstrating just how far they could go. Nonetheless, most society gels—whether debutantes or otherwise—however bold they were, could never pass muster in Susan’s profession. So many of them had horsey laughs that matched so well their horsey faces. Many of them so took for granted their natural superiority over the plebs, the downtrodden middle-class or the servant classes, that they mistook bold experimentation as sufficient experience to boast about for the rest of their married lives. This often meant that they were able to claim they didn’t need sexual experimentation after marriage as they’d already had enough of it before their father had given them away on the aisle. But few society women, even the young ones, had skin as smooth and sensuous as Susan’s. Few, very few, had such a naturally beautiful face that didn’t need to be caked with foundation and cream. And few could satisfy a man quite as well as Susan could. It wasn’t that Susan actually enjoyed it very much. If she thought deeply about the paunchy, pot-bellied, saggy-arsed, drooling men who’d fucked her, she’d be frigid. Like women of an earlier century who didn’t believe in sexual pleasure for themselves, Susan was expert in making the men who fucked her believe that she’d truly enjoyed every thrust, that she savoured the taste of their semen and that she quite enjoyed being fucked up the arse. And, for a tad more money and with the right client, Susan could pretend to enjoy rather more ...
    than was strictly vanilla. Even bondage and a light spanking was an available option and given the demand for it amongst the moneyed and privileged, one worth enduring on occasion. However, it was vital that Benedict wouldn’t be left with the impression that Sir Kenneth’s cousin was anything less than a lady—however good a fuck she might be. So: not too much eye-contact, appreciably laboured reluctance to remove her clothes and a show of tightness in a twat that had long since gained an elasticity denied most society women. Fortunately, the fashion for shaven pudenda had become so prevalent that it no longer inspired comment except amongst the older and least experienced men of her acquaintance. A tattoo, however, was definitely out of order. It had cost her rather more to remove the discreet tattoo of a spiky red rose on her shoulder than it had been to acquire. That had been when she was younger, more naïve and probably still had a residual belief in true love despite the already considerable evidence to the contrary that the only men worth surrendering for love alone would never be the ones who could keep her in the luxury to which she’d now become accustomed. And so with enough reluctance and reserve to appear more like a woman of good-breeding than one of easy virtue, Susan was able to convince Benedict that he was truly taking her to places she’d very rarely, if ever, been before. The two fucked on the bed, fucked on the floor and fucked against the window to the hotel ...
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