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Thawing Miss Pentland

Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Male/Female, Masturbation, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 89.8, Source: sexstories.com

said again. “Then you should marry,” I said. “But you are spoken for,” she said hopelessly. “What?” I demanded. “I imagine it is your member inside me.” she replied hopelessly, “I want you.” “You foolish girl,” I sighed, “I should use you and cast you aside, you deserve better.” “But I want you.” she repeated. “Then I shall take you,” I announced quite coldly though my heart was pounding. We stared at each other. “Oh,” she said awkwardly. “I shall take you and use you like a whore,” I said as I stepped forward and held her by her upper arms. “Release my member if you desire me,” I suggested. A moments hesitation and her hands were at my belt and buttons. My member sprang free. Proud and erect. I raised her underskirt revealing her parts. Her slit glistened with anticipation. There was no need to delay. I pressed her back onto the bed and slid my member easily into her. I pressed firmly. She gasped and it was done. She seemed delightfully nonplussed at the sensations I created within her. A confused smile crossed her lips and I for my part felt a strange contentment. Consorting with a woman in my own house again. Ten years after Clarissa it was as if I had come home again. Liquid and warm and vibrant, Miss Pentland’s womb welcomed me. I kissed her neck. I kissed her cheek and then I kissed her lips. Not like a whore but like a lover. My tongue explored her mouth. My fingers sought her breasts even as I ploughed her. She moaned softly as I kissed her. My juices welled up. My ... heart pounded and quite suddenly my juices flowed. Her eyes were wide as my seed gushed and flowed deep inside her. I rested a while. “That was very pleasant. I thank you.” I said to break the silence. She looked ashamed, almost. Shocked. “Better than a hairbrush?” I joked. “Uh, yes,” she said and tears welled in her eyes. “There is no need for tears,” I assured her. But she started sobbing. “Are you in pain, should I fetch a doctor?” In asked as I swiftly dressed. “You don’t love me,” she said. “I gave you everything and.” “Don’t condemn me.” I suggested, “Love grows, perhaps I don’t love you but I have a great fondness for you, and indeed a great liking for your charms, please allow me to sample you anew before I profess that which I do not feel.” “Anew, are you not casting me out?” she asked nervously. “On the contrary,” I assured her, “I might easily be persuaded that you shall remain.” I looked at her. Disrobed she was a completely different person. Her breasts usually so cruelly constrained were perfection. Her belly flat and taut. her woman’s parts delightful. With her hair cut fashionably and her face rouged she would make a very acceptable courtesan. But why should I share her? No, if she were willing then she should remain as my mistress. House keeper perhaps? I wanted to hold her. “Come here,” I ordered. She stopped puling her corset around herself. “Come here I don’t bite.” I insisted and I stepped forward and put my arms around her. I just held her. For a long ...