1. Reclaiming Clarissa


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Domination/submission, Male / Females, Reluctance, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 81.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Pickering had little difficulty!” “Oh, dear, well if you couldn’t get it up for she you won’t for me and that’s for certain,” Cook admitted. “On the contrary Cook, my member is rampant,” I declared, “See?” I pulled back the bedclothes. My member stood proud within my nightshirt, standing proud like a tent pole. “Bloody hell sir if you’ll pardon my french, it’s huge!” she gasped. “Uncomfortably large it proved for poor Clarissa,” I admitted, “So shall we conjoin?” “I don’t think I can take all that sir.” she said awkwardly. “Well do your best,” I suggested, “If your babies could come out I’m sure my appendage will slip in.” “That were years ago, its healed up since,” she suggested. Cook pulled her smock over head. She wore nothing else and she stood before me naked and slightly stoop backed with the weight of her udders which hung to her navel. I slipped from the bed and let her sit on the bed edge, I eased her thighs apart and knelt before her and aimed my member at her womb. The candle flickered casting shadows across the lips of her womb. My helmet brushed her flesh. Delicious sensations raced through my mind. She was moist. She was hot. She was willing. I flexed my knees and she was mine. “Oh good god sir you’ve ripped me in half!” she squealed. “Shut your rattle woman, I’ll make some more room!” I laughed as I thrust again. “Ooohhh,” she gasped. I grasped her great left udder, raised it towards my lips and suckled the teat. “Gor lumme sir, I be going to heaven,” she ...
    squealed, “I ant had nothing like it for ten year!” “No?” I queried. “Bert used the back passage,” she explained. “Disgusting,” I declared and in a moment my seed was gushing. “Oh gore lumme sir you should have pulled out, I’ll get caught you mark my words!” she cried. “Well if you do I will see you right!” I promised as my seed gushed forth sating her and the world suddenly seemed a very much more pleasant place. She tried to wriggle out form under me. “No let it soak in,” I whispered. “Oh sir!” she exclaimed and she held me to her. There was no love. Just mutual need. She told Bert the walk home was too much and she would live at the Mansion and go home on Sundays. Her oldest also called Molly could look after Bert. And thats how it was five years, one son. Innumerable visits to the Jenkins woman in town when she got caught and now she was calling a halt. People thought it odd cook had a child at the mansion. They thought. They did not say if they valued their employment, and the years slipped past. Thoughts of running Pickering through with a sword or shooting the blackguard with my flintlock receded as Cook’s nightly visits soothed my anger and refreshed my soul. It may be the fashion among ladies to claim they crave the biggest boldest longest widest member, but my time with Clarissa and cook convinced me this was aspiration, and in reality for a childless woman anything as fulsome as my member was beyond their means to accommodate. I should only find happiness with a widow. ...
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