1. Winning Lord H's daughter


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Female exhibitionist, Female/Female, Fisting, Male/Female, Masturbation, Romance, Toys, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    stomach. Bared she had an elegance that robed was entirely lacking. A confidence befitting a whore. But her thin lipped face and cold eyes let the illusion down. The way she fixed me with her gaze was intimidating. “On the table my dear let us settle the matter forthwith,” I ordered. “Papa do something,” Rose the elder and voluptuous more desirable sister cried. “I cannot dearest, I do not have the funds,” Lord H admitted. I slipped my hand made tweed trews down to my pigskin brogues, and my Indian silk under shorts and my member sprang free. Free and proud. A member known to cause hardened whores to gasp, except today he was distinctly indifferent to the fare offered. No matter, even at three parts hard he was man enough for any woman, “On the table edge clear a space!” I ordered. Only then did I notice Lady H had fainted and slumped across the table. “Attend to my Lady!” I ordered, “Don’t stand on ceremony.” I thew off my jacket and shirt and kicked off my trews as Parker, Lord H’s butler. deftly slapped Lady H across both cheeks. This revived her, so I returned to the fray. Beatrice sat awkwardly upon the huge oaken table. She shivered though it was quite warm. Shivered with fear no doubt. I advanced member in hand, and went to mount her dressed in naught but my undershirt. I gently placed my hands between her knees and eased her thighs apart. Her parts were strangely devoid of hair, shaven almost. It should have provided a warning, but I was to intent upon my goal. Her ...
    eyes were wide and her teats hard, she was excited in her way. I felt her woman’s parts. I explored with a finger tip. “No!” Lady H cried. “For pities sake!” Beatrice shook again, “Yes?” I queried. She nodded. I aimed my member at her softness and thrust. He slid in readily. She smiled. She had bamboozed me. She had lost her honour elsewhere! “Bitch!” I whispered. “Grrrr,” she whispered back, “Oooh it hurts!” she complained theatrically. But notwithstanding riding her was quite delightful, and an opportunity to prove my reputation as an expert cocksman to a new audience. “Quite delightful my Lady, you are to be complimented on your bloodline,” I exclaimed. “Really!” Lady H snapped and she stormed from the room. Parker followed obsequiously. “Hold me,” I ordered and as she held me I grasped her breasts. I squeezed her teats. She squealed. I silenced her with a kiss on her mouth and then I held her close as I expelled my seed deep within her womb. I knew instantly she was to be with my child. The realisation shocked me. “The deed is done,” I stated. “I thank you my Lord, very pleasant, you may dress again my dear, rejoin your sister.” “Oh no you don’t you strumpet!” Lord H cried, “You won her man, Now it is for you to clothe and house her!” “Indeed, in that case you can earn your keep at Maison L’Oiseaux!” I suggested quoting Lord H’s favoured whore house. I picked up my jacket, “Put this around yourself to hide your nakedness. I would not wish to purloin any clothing your father ...
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