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

    forgotten.” “And if not?” I asked as she climbed off me. “Hanging is the penalty I think,” she confirmed as she slipped her dressing gown on, “But think of me as you dream.” “My breeches, can you pull my breeches closed?” I asked. “No, absolutely not, what a strange request to make of young lady, sorry,” she replied and she left me, laughing as she went. So there I sat, member displayed as I tried to sleep. “Good god the man’s a pervert!” Lord Marchington’s deep voice boomed as he entered the cellar, “But for some inexplicable reason my Annabel has begged for mercy for you as she understands it was overwhelming desire in your part which led to this unseemliness.” “Indeed sir,” I agreed. “In that case, I give my blessing, no dowry mind,” he admitted. “What?” I demanded. “She’ll drop all charges as soon as your wed,” he suggested, “Old ‘Wobbly’ Wilberforce the Magistrate from Castlethorpe can do the honours before lunch if you get a move on.” “So I marry Annabel or hang, may I have time to consider?” I asked. “No you may not,” Annabel protested as she joined us, “And put your member away, it looks ridiculous.” Wilberforce indeed declared us married that very morning, she in her ordinary gown and myself in handcuffs which were only removed when the ceremony ended. “May I go?” I asked. “Indeed, after the marriage is consummated,” Wilberforce agreed. So we repaired to Annabel’ bed chamber. We undressed very decorously and slid beneath her bed sheets. “I wanted you the moment I ...
    saw you in the bedroom window,” she said, “Your broad shoulders, your firm jawline.” “I own I don’t even begin to like you,” I insisted, “But I shall use you like a whore.” “Really!” she said. “With no consideration what so ever!” I insisted. “Good,” she said, “For I am with child, it is why I did not resist you, I had to entrap you or at least entrap someone, but you are a fine lusty figure of a man, do you see.” “Oh good lord.” I declared hopelessly. “I can hardly marry one of the gardeners can I?” she suggested, “Sorry.” “No matter,” I insisted, “Get your legs apart and I shall forget all in the throes of ecstasy.” “Forget all? surely not,” she said and she grasped my member. “Forget, forget what a stupid idiot I have been,” I said as I rolled over and placed my knees between hers. She guided me into her moistness, I slid into her easily, “I shall forget,” I said as I began to hump. “Yes,” she said, “Kiss me knead my breasts use me,” she urged, “Harder my lover, show me how much you desire me.” “Desire is not love,” I cautioned as I slowed my pounding to a gentle easement. “Then show me love,” she said. “I do not love you,” I said and she wriggled deliciously beneath me, “Though I own you do rouse passions within me.” “And so you would wish me to continue to consort with gardeners would you?” she asked. “No, I shall keep you for myself,” I said. “Then I own you do love me,” she insisted, “Or you would prong me from the rear like Kenny the gardener so you might imagine I were ...
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