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The 4 1/2 litre Bentley

Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, First Time, Prostitution, Reluctance, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

"Oh!" Mummy gasped, "That's very thoughtful," and she turned to Doris, "Bats for the other side dear, queer as a nine bob note." "Oh," Doris said, "Really?" "Oh yes, Geoffrey's been going with Angela for eighteen months now, not so much as a peck on the cheek, spends all his time at his club rogering his chums." "That's not true!" I insisted, "I'm too busy with the six and a half, we're boring," I was going to say 'It out to seven litres,' but Father popped his head around the door. "Yes indeed Geoffrey, you're certainly boring," he said, "But who's the popsie?" "This is Doris, she's a prostitute!" I said. "Geoffrey please!" Mother cried, "You'll give your father ideas." "Oh," said Doris, "I come to play whist, fucking's extra." "Wash your mouth!" Mother said, "With soap!" "I ain't sucking his cock!" Doris insisted. "Look Mummy, it's dinner time and I'm famished." I reminded them. "You tuck in, I'll show Doris the model railway," Father insisted. "Ten bob for Gentlemen, bums extra," Doris explained helpfully. The double doors opened revealing Maitland the butler, "Dinner is served!" he announced. "Then we shall eat dinner!" Mother insisted, and we did. Main course was venison, preceeded by Venison soup and poisson aux Venison as a fish course as Father had run down a deer with the Rolls especially, the sweet was fruit and largely cooking apple and cucumber in syrup, and all in all it was rather delicious, I tucked in ravenously with no time to converse. "Mummy, Doris hasn't ... got a willy," I said as Father passed the cheese board. "I should think not," he said, "She's not a Ladyboy!" "Oh," I paused, "Ah don't girls have willies?" "For gods sake Geoffrey," Father expounded, "You're twenty three surely you've seen a girl?" "He's queer Harold," Mother insisted, "That's why he and Angela are so well suited!" "You haven't answered my question!" I responded. Poor old Maitland the butler didn't know where to look. "Yes Geoffrey," Father intoned some ten years too late, "Girls don't possess willies, cocks, pricks, penises meat and two veg, balls or whatever you want to call it." "Oh," I replied, "Gosh." "Come upstairs I'll show you!" Doris suggested. "Geoffrey" Mother insisted, "You will do no such thing!" "For heavens sake woman!" Father cried, "Here have ten bob," he said as he handed me a pound note, "Go and show us you're a man!" "Yes come along!" said Doris and as mother glowered angrily Doris took my hand and led me upstairs to the linen cupboard, the bathroom and the fire escape before finally we found the guest room, where she slipped her pants off and lay on the bed, her charms lewdly displayed. "Gosh" I said. "Here put one of these on," she said handing me a prophylactic. "Where?" I asked, so she pulled my fly open and extracted my willy. He seemed to come alive at her touch, he swelled frighteningly extending to nine inches or so in length and two and a half at least in girth. "Oh sir!" Doris said as she rolled the rubber on him, "Do you want to ...