1. Reclaiming Clarissa


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

    you shall repay by granting me favours at the rate of two pence per fuck!” I insisted. “Charles don’t be so absurd,” she said, “You live miles away.” “No, you mis understand,” I explained, “You are coming back to Devon, if you wish that is, otherwise I understand Brighton has an excellent prison especially for whores and adulteresses.” “But Charles.” she pleaded. She retreated into the room where a small female version of Pickering stood watching us. I followed and explained “If the debt remains unrepaid then you must stay until it is cleared, I don’t doubt we can find tasks for you, looking after cooks child perhaps?” “It seems I have little choice,” she said. “One pound seven and sixpence halfpenny,” Mrs Grimes demanded. I counted out the coins. “One pound seven shillings and seven pence, you may keep the change.” “I want you gone by tea time,” Mrs Grimes explained, “I usually lets the room by the hour or half hour.” Clarissa sat down. Her knees were wobbling. “Charles,” she said. “Save your lies,” I said, “Write them in your journal, write and re write until they sound plausible, but spare me.” “Charles, nothing has changed.” she declared. “I don’t love you. I married you for your position. For security, I feel nothing for you, nothing but fear.” “You have nothing to fear woman,” I declared, “Your child was born far bigger than my appendage and he fitted through your carnal canal so rest assured on that count.” “You mean to make love to me?” Clarissa asked.as she went to ...
    collect up her belongings. “Good lord no,” I laughed, “I just want someone to fuck now that cook has declared she will no longer accommodate me.” “Molly, the cook?” Clarissa gasped, “You have fornicated with Molly the cook.” “Indeed and we have delightful little daughter,” I confessed. Clarissa looked stunned “But she’s old and fat and ugly, gap toothed, common.” “And willing, and her cunt would swallow a bookcase let alone my appendage.” I averred. “It was his mother,” Clarissa said, “She threatened to disinherit my beloved if he did not finish our liaison and marry someone else.” “Never speak of your beloved, his is the blackguard Pickering, or worse in my hearing.” “He loves me, he only wished to help by easing my passage so you could mount me,” she said. “Clarissa, Cook may be ugly and fat and stupid but even she is not stupid enough to believe that package of lies, now hold your tongue and collect your things. Clarissa collected her bags and pulled an old black coat over her smock, “Surely you’re not going abroad dressed like that?” I asked. “I had to sell my clothes, for food,” she admitted. “Oh well if you can bear the humiliation so can I,” I admitted and with no more ado we departed from the lodgings. I had an altercation with the ticket inspector on Eastbourne Station, “Where in the regulations does it say whores may not travel first class?” I demanded. It was on page 127 and said whores may not travel other than by the parliamentary train and only in third class ...
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