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

    purchased!” I led her outside barefoot and jacket less. She was laughing. “What exactly is so funny!” I demanded. “I am free at last!” she squealed delightedly. “Free!” she exposed her naked breasts to the evening air. “You may be free, I am sadly lumbered!” I retorted. “Take me to the whore house,” she said. “I shall relish all those delicious appendages!” “Indeed?” I queried. “In your mouth and up your backside three at once?” “Oh, surely not!” she bridled, “You jest surely?” “Indeed not, the life of a whore is full of indignity,” I explained, “As you will soon discover.” The road was rough, I swept her up into my arms and carried her. “Who took your honour, your father I’ll wager, or a servant?” “I did, with a candle.” she said awkwardly. “You were my first man.” “Oh,” I queried, “I thought you accepted me rather readily for one unused to coitus?” “It was a very large candle,” she said and laughed delightedly, and she whispered, “And my friend Cassie’s fist!” “You’re a follower of lesbos?” I queried. “Indeed,” she agreed, “Do I shock you?” “Indeed not, there is little more beautiful than two divine creatures pleasing each other.” “Am I a divine creature sir?” she teased. I looked at her. My plan to take her to Maison L’Oiseaux was now in tatters. My intent to take her in na back alley among the rubbish like she was a base street whore paled and all I could think of was her and her lover in my bed with myself choosing which to plough first. “I will make you a bargain!” I ...
    promised. I hailed a passing hansom cab. “No whores in here sir,” the cabbie shouted as his horse fretted. “Ten shillings,” I offered, “Manchester road number 12.” “Shall I go round over the cobbles sir, some gents like that.” he suggested. “Quick as you can man,” I ordered, “Quick as you can.” The old horse trotted slothfully towards my humble abode, “Mrs Bridges a robe if you please!” I ordered my housekeeper as I threw the door wide. “What scrapes you been in now master?” she queried, “Got a whore have you?” “She likes women Mrs Bridges,” I explained, “Play your cards right and she may consent to fist you or suck your pendulous teats for some strawberry cheesecake.” “Won her at cards I’ll wager?” Mrs Bridges complained as she produced a dressing gown. “Yes and I think it would have been better to have lost to be honest,” I confessed. Mrs Bridges fussed around Beatrice like a mother hen, “Carry her in sir,” she ordered. “She hasn’t got no shoes on.” I carried her indoors, rather too much like carrying her over the threshold for my liking and left Mrs Bridges to find her a room. I read for a while and then went to find them. Mrs Bridges had wasted no time. My Beatrice was on my bed with her fist deep in Mrs Bridges pelvis and Mrs Bridges left teat in her mouth. “Damn you!” I swore. My member reared. I stripped off my clothing entirely. “Ohh master you member is so hard!” Mrs Bridges cooed but it was my Beatrice I was hard for. She was bending over Mrs Bridges with her buttocks ...