1. Reclaiming Clarissa


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

    A widow with children. Why if she was half comely and half her age and I were not already married I should have married cook. I had but seven days to find a new bedmate but my luck was about to change. A note arrived from Cousin Edmund. “My Dear Charles,” he started. “I hope this finds you well,” he continued with the usual pleasantrys. Then he got to the point. “I am sorry to say Pickering has abandoned Clarissa in favour of one Henrietta Marchbanks leaving Clarissa in penury. I would Dear Cousin rush to her aid but I would not wish to do anything which would not accord with your wishes. She is at present lodging with Mrs Grimshaw in an insalubrious annex of Eastbourne known as Shaw Street, an area noted for ale houses and lodging houses and much noted for the ready availability of fallen women.” I jumped up, where was the Bradshaw? I looked everywhere. “Hudson!” I bellowed, “My Horse, My Jacket, Now man!” I threw on a smart jacket, grabbed my money belt and rushed from the house. I missed the train by two minutes and had to wait three hours for the next, so I went home and packed properly. I also replied to Edmund. I spent a night in London. Took the Eastbourne train and found Clarissa’s lodging. “No gentlemen in the rooms,” the landlady insisted when I enquired after Clarissa, she first denied Clarissa was there at all until I suggested the name Pickering. “She owes a weeks rent, entertain some gentlemen I says,” then landlady explained, “But she’s too hoity toity for ...
    that. Its sixpence to go upstairs sir,” she added. “And how much to fuck you madam?” I enquired, “To loft you onto the counter and ram a foot of good English meat deep in your womb!” “Hansom chap like you I’d do it for free!” she laughed, “I’ll show you to her room, sixpence please.” I paid her and followed her upstairs. She knocked the door, “Gentleman for you,” she announced. “Go away I’m not interested,” Clarissa answered. “Clarissa, open the door!” I shouted. “Go away Charles, I want nothing to do with you!” she replied. “Then I shall break it down, how much for a new door Mrs Grimshaw?” I asked “Oh there’s tradesmen and wood.” she blustered “Ten shillings, a pound, have a guinea,” I retorted. The bolt slid back. A child’s voice “No mama!” the door opened. A sad faced Clarissa stood before me in a shapeless off white maids smock, “Hello Charles.” “You look awful,” I said, “Your hair is a disgrace, have you no self respect left woman?” “Tis not respect but funds Charles, I have asked everyone I know for more, but it never comes.” she said. “So now you prostitute yourself?” I enquired. “Fuck anyone who has a two penny piece?” “Smart girl like her would get a shilling,” Mrs Grimshaw chipped in. “No!” she cried, “I have asked Mama for help and Nana but they have not yet replied.” “And cousin Edmund," I added, “Luckily my cousin Edmund has sympathy for you, so here are my terms I shall loan you a sum of money to cover your debts.” “Loan? but I am your wife?” she queried. “Which ...
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