1. Miss Gresham's honour lost.


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Coercion, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Romance, Virginity, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 84.1, Source: sexstories.com

    and truly rooked, Marchington’s man moving assets between his holdings as if he were sole owner until one firm became unviable and we the investors lost everything. I knew in an instant that the game was up, “Anyone for a spot of shooting?” I asked. “Good god man the light is going,” Grant protested in confusion. “Oh not game, the noble Lord for I swear I’ll shoot the bastard!” I announced, “So if you will excuse me!” I stood up and left them, anger overwhelming me, why had I trusted them? a quarter of my equity effectively gone, probably not worth shooting the lord and being hung for but. Annabel was in the hallway, “Mr Thompsett, why you look quite decomposed,” she declared. I laughed, “Not decomposed yet, discomfitted perhaps.” “I find the gardens very relaxing,” she said, “Shall you join me for a stroll, let nature soothe our cares away?” “Why not!” I agreed, an alternative strategy presenting itself, Marchington might yet be wounded worse than with musket and ball I decided. I let Annabel talk, she could barely string two sentences together coherently, flitting from flowers to butterflies and such like, quoting Latin names of the most unlikely nature as if by rote. We strolled to the edge of the lawn, passed through the high hedge and stopped in the glade where the ride led arrow straight towards the sea in the far distance. “Your father has robbed me, Miss Annabel, stolen from me,” I said firmly, “So in my turn I shall steal something quite precious from him.” ...
    “Steal?” she asked, “So why confess to me.” “I shall steal your honour,” I declared, “Disrobe!” “Hahaha,” she laughed, “How delightful, oh you have such a wonderful sense of humour Mr Thompsett.” “Disrobe damn you!” I demanded. “Oh dear,” she retorted, I do believe you are serious Mr Thomsett, are you overcome with passion? “A passion for justice and revenge perhaps,” I snapped. “Oh you do say the most charming things,”she said sarcastically, “I wonder you don’t have ladies queueing up to touch your feet.” “Disrobe damn you!” I repeated, “Or I shall do it for you!” She made a half hearted attempt to run but I caught her, five yards from the hedge and safety it might have been a mile as I caught her round the waist and swept her off her feet. She fell backwards and I guided her down and swept her voluminous skirts up around her neck. Skirts and underskirts I swept up until her woman’s parts were entirely revealed but for a triangle of unkempt dark hairiness, the like of which no whore would dare to allow. The lack of pantaloons might surprise the lower orders but rest assured it was naught but the norm for ladies of the time, as with such voluminous skirts, pantaloons would be entirely unmanageable without assistance. She lay quietly and offered no resistance, but she gasped as I tore at the buttons on my fly and sought to lower my breeches one handedly. I thrust my knee between her knees and spread her thighs, and as my breeches and under breeches descended so my member swelled ...
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