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

    of how I behaved.” “Miss Blenkinsopp,” I replied, “For myself I was delighted at the way you behaved last night. It was quite delightful. I slept like a log. In fact I wish to avail myself of your charms again.” “No, it must cease,” she said. She turned away. I stepped towards her and embraced her. “No!" she exclaimed. I cupped her breasts in my hands and nuzzled her neck, “Yes,” I insisted. I dropped a hand down to her belly and squeezed her mound. “No,” she said despairingly but her body betrayed her. Her teats were hardened. Her quim moistening. I had her bend over the dressing table. I raised the hem of her night gown. My member reared and in a moment I had guided him within her parted buttocks and in to her soft split peach. “Ohhh sir no sir,” she gasped as I gripped her mounds firmly as I pleasured myself again. I noticed the grey streaks in her hair but it did not bother me unduly. She had wonderful little ear lobes, very nibble-able. I kissed her neck tenderly as I fucked her. I watched her face in the dressing table mirror as she watched mine. She could not disguise her pleasure. Even if she had wanted to, she smiled helplessly into the mirror and I grinned in my turn as we fucked greedily, Grasping for every ounce of pleasure. Release came easily and I expelled freely within her. Carelessly flooding her parts where with a young maid I should have taken more care. It was a delight to cum inside her and not to have to expell between the buttocks or between the ...
    mounds. I pulled out of her with reluctance. She seemed quite shocked at the intensity of our passion. She slipped from my room like a wraith and by the time I had washed and dressed she was downstairs supervising breakfast. I resolved to sample her again that evening but before lunch I was called away. I went first to Totnes, then by train to Bristol and finally to London. As for Miss Blenkinsopp I did not forget her but rather pushed her to the back of my mind. Mother periodically chided me for not marrying and suggested various suitable young ladies most of whom I was sadly old enough to be their fathers, and sadly Devon and Morelands slipped further from my thoughts. The winter passed and the spring came again and quite suddenly Miss Blenkinsopp was thrust right into the centre of my consciousness. I was at my London desk when Wainwright my clerk knocked and said In had a visitor, a Miss Blenkinsopp. I did not recognise the name. “Blenkinsopp?” I queried, “Send her up.” She waddled awkwardly into my office, “Miss Blenkinsopp?” I queried as I saw she was heavily with child. “From Morelands sir,” she explained, “In Devon, do you remember.” “Morelands? My country house, Miss Blenkinsopp?” I queried, “But.” “Yes sir Morelands,” she confirmed. “And the child?” I enquired. “Yours sir,” she said, “I know not what to do, I cannot hide it any longer.” “Mine, are you sure?” I asked as I looked at her sad eyes and greying hair. “I have laid with none but you,” she stated. “My god, I’m to ...
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