1. Miss Benkinsopp's sacrifice


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Fiction, Coercion, First Time, Male/Female, Mature, Pregnant, Romance, Virginity, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    In the time of Queen Victoria's reign on the south slopes of Dartmoor, in the County of Devon in Southern England Miss Blenkinsopp's sacrifice. I saw Morelands for the first time that morning. The sun shone gold on the honeyed sandstone of the frontage as I approached from the south. It looked huge. I wanted a country retreat, this was almost a mansion. “My God Carstairs,” I asked of my lawyer, “What have I done?” “Bought a pig in a poke Geoffrey,” he surmised, “You thought it a bargain.” “No one said it was on top of a mountain!” I replied. “We don’t have mountains in Devon!” he laughed. I groaned, it had seemed such a bargain and Mother had repeatedly urged me to buy an estate so in a moment of madness I had snapped up Colonel Melchett’s country residence when it came up for auction. I had not even intended to bid for it but after being outbid on a property in Plymouth the red mist had descended. I had not expected a sandstone frontage. I had not expected anything so large having misread the specification as 10 rooms whereas it was10 bedrooms plus servants quarters, and I had certainly not expected to find the entire staff lined up awaiting my arrival. Hawkins the Butler, Mrs Rogers the cook, Bessie the maid and Miss Blenkinsopp the housekeeper as well as countless gardeners and estate workers, all on tenterhooks as to whether I would take them into my employment. I greeted them and when Hawkins had introduced me to Miss Blenkinsopp I asked her to make up bedrooms for ...
    myself and Carstairs and jokingly asked her to arrange a couple of maids to keep us warm at night. “I most certainly shall not!” Miss Blenkinsopp insisted. “Well if you wish to remain in my employ you will make sure I want for nothing, is that clear.” I demanded as I realised Miss Blenkinsopp was one employee I should probably be better off without. “Yes Mr Robinson,” she agreed, “I understand.” We ate a reasonable dinner, and a tolerable supper but when bed time came there was no willing maid. “Miss Blenkinsopp,” I shouted in frustration, “A moment of your time.” She came in her night gown, “Mr Robinson, what ever is the matter.” “No maid, I ordered a maid, now find me a maid or I shall dismiss you with no references,” I insisted. She glared at me, “In that case,” she said, “I shall warm you myself!” I just stared, “You?” She stood looking at me. She was no innocent maid, she had to be nearer forty than thirty, almost my age in fact, but she was comely, and may even have been a beauty once. “When I say warm I mean mount?” I clarified. “If I must,” she agreed. “I said a maid,” I reminded her. “Sir, I am untouched and am undoubtedly barren so there should be no embarrassment.” she suggested. I smiled “So be it then, disrobe and let me take advantage of your ample bosoms.” “I prefer to disrobe beneath the bedclothes if I must,” she insisted. “So be it,” I agreed. I watched as she peeled back the bed clothes and slipped nervously into the bed. I followed. I blew out the last candle. ...
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