1. Candice my wife. My lover?


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Female/Female, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Romance, Toys, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

    subsided and I stilled my thrusting. “Sneer all you may madam,” I rejoined., “But enough is enough, from now on, if I wish to conjoin then we conjoin. I shall not brook demur.” Her reply was unexpected, “Very good Charles, now either take off your socks or be gone.” “What do you mean?” I demanded. “Either take off your socks or, oh damnit Charles take off your socks!” she demanded. “Lay with you, but I have no nightshirt!” I declared. “Charles, if it pleases I too will lie naked, then there shall be no embarrassment,” she offered. “Like a common whore?” I queried. “If I must,” she admitted. “What is wrong with you!” I demanded. “Nothing Charles, it is you who are deficient, you spurn my affections,” she alleged. “What affections, you married me for the title,” I reminded her. “Charles, Mama arranged the marriage, not I,” she reminded me. “So?” I queried as I threw my socks after my shirt and breeches. “I did not demur,”she admitted, “Why should I, when the husband offered was a broad shouldered sportsman with a promising bulge in his breeches.” “Good god woman you sound like a whore!” I sighed. “And you, what did you expect of me,” she asked. “An heir.” I stated plainly. “I have no desire to discomfort you. No wish to heap dignity upon you. This evening was unforgivable and I apologise. I merely wish to conjoin to further my lineage. To procreate a son.” “And if I wish to conjoin more frequently or in an undignified manner?” she asked. “That madam is unseemly.” I insisted, ...
    “If I want your big manly cock in my poor weak womanly quim am I not allowed to communicate this requirement? How else shall I requisition it?” she teased. I thought a moment, “I want a wife not a whore!” I insisted “I certainly do not expect to find you in flagrante with a candle rammed in your naked and moistened quim as a token of your desire.” “Can you say that the sight of my moist quim did not rouse you husband,” she teased. “Indeed, It was regrettably so” I agreed. She suddenly grasped her night dress and pulled it over her head to sit before me as naked as the day she was born. I marvelled at the perfection of her breasts, her taut midriff and the fine down on her lower belly. “So can you see my moist quim now husband?” she asked. “Indeed,” I agreed. “So fuck it.” I gasped at her effrontery. We had barely concluded our conjunction and she wished to renew our union. “Madam please!” I scolded, “It is unseemly.” “How so, we are married are we not?” she enquired. “Madam,” I declared, “I have just taken you forcibly, it was by way of a warning as to your fate if you continue to consort with servants, to play lewdly with candles, to.” She regarded my quizzically. “If you do not fuck me I shall continue to consort with candles. Chastise me again Charles, ram your big, hard, rampant cock deep into my moistened quim.” “You tease me madam,” I declared, “Well then so be it. That for which you ask you shall receive, spread your legs woman I wish to fuck you anew.” “Charles,” she ...
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