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

    not big enough to hurt me like Mr MacGuire did when he tried.” “What?” I demanded in shocked surprise. “Did you not know that I have consorted with almost all the servants, with grounds - men and footmen?” she asked coyly, “Why ever since as long as I can remember I have used them for my play things.” “What, all of them?” I demanded. She nodded agreement, “Indeed, I took advantage of them Mr Thompsett, and now I have the advantage of you also.” “Consorted, fornicated, fucked?” I asked in horror. “Absolutely, fornicated, sodomy, I took my pleasure wantonly Mr Thompsett?” she explained and she asked, “Did you not see me watching the new gardener earlier. Why with his bronzed torso, his rippling muscles and his bulging breeches I would have laid for him in an instant.” “Laid for him?,” I queried. “Indeed but sadly he likes a girl with big udders Mr Thompsett, but I have such modest ones, do you like big udders?” she asked. “On a cow,” I admitted, “But yes, I own I like big udders as much as the next man.” “So you do not like me?” she asked. “Hardly,” I admitted, “You had me locked up.” “Which is such a shame because you are so beautiful and manly and you fuck so passionately,” she declared. “Miss Gresham!” I protested. “You raped me,” she said, “Why?” “To hurt your father of course,” I admitted. “And you didn’t find me attractive at all?” she asked. “No, but the act itself was not unpleasant,” I admitted. “No indeed it was quite delightful,” she declared and she closed the ...
    cellar door. She slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders and stood before me naked but for her stockings and slippers. Her small breasts stood out firmly from her chest as she stood with hands on hips, “Are you sure you do not find me desirable?” “Entirely,” I said but she advanced towards me. “Absolutely sure?” she asked as she fumbled with my fly buttons and belt to release my member from my breeches. “Please unhand me, this is unseemly,” I hissed, “Please!” But my member betrayed me, he reared mightily. “Absolutely sure?” she asked as she put one foot on my seat and raised herself up while grasping my member. “Absolutely sure?” she asked as she sank down impaling herself. “Oh my lord!” I gasped, “Heaven preserve me!” “It’s nice, nice and long not too fat,” she assured me, “With a nice powerful spurt, Mmmmm,” she said as she humped up and down. Her small breasts wobbled up and down as she pleasured herself, “Mmmmmm, I like that.” “Uh,” I said, “Hurting my wrists.” “Oh dear, poor Mr Thompsett,” she commiserated, “But enough, spurt if you please and I shall bid you good-night.” “I cannot just spurt to order,” I insisted but she had distracted me from the task in hand and my body betrayed me once more and a jet of seed shot through my member and flooded deep inside her. “It seems that you can Mr Thompsett,” she pointed out, “And I find your member entirely acceptable so perhaps if you would care to make an offer of marriage the whole matter of our misunderstanding can be ...
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