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

    be a father, good lord. I must have been blackmailed for hundreds of guineas for children which were not mine!” I laughed, “But you are in earnest, my god.” “Sir,” she said, “I had no idea.” “And what do you want from me?” I asked, “Money presumably?” “To retain my employment,” she pleaded. “With a child, that would be a scandal,” I laughed. “I don’t even know your first name.” “Serena sir.” she said meekly. “Serena, its a good while since I last poked a mother to be, shall you oblige me?” I asked. “No sir.” she refused. “But Miss Blenkinsopp do you not remember the morning when I bent you over the dressing table? Shall we not visit heaven again?” “You remember?” she asked. “Oh I remember,” I agreed, “A grey haired virgin, how could I forget.” “And your child?” she asked. I looked her in the eye. “Take your coat off. Lift your skirts. Lower your underpants. Bend over my desk and remind me of what I ever saw in you.” “Sir you toy with me!” she protested. I locked my office door, “No I want to feel you,” I explained and I slipped my arms around her from behind and held her breasts. Full ripe breasts. I held her bump with my child and then I wrenched down her skirts and underthings. Her suspenders were a challenge but I unhooked her stockings and bared her backside. He quim pouted obscenely when seen from behind her as she supported herself on her elbows as I bent her over the desk. “My baby!” she pleaded, but her body had betrayed her again. Her quim was moist. I dropped my ...
    trousers and buried my member in her quim. She gasped. I held her breasts and kissed her neck as I pounded in to her. “Ohhhhh, she groaned and I remembered how delightful our liaisons had been in Devon. It was akin to pulling on a favourite pair of slippers, very pleasant if unspectacular. The moment came soon enough, my cares melted away and then my member exploded delightfully filling her already filled womb with my seed. It was extremely pleasant and I determined to repeat the experience frequently. “Yes, you will do, I shall find a room for you where I may call from time to time to enjoy a gallop,” I suggested. “I want to continue to serve in Devon, will you not help me?” she asked. “Oh very well, go to my town house, ask for Mrs Hamworthy and say you are my whore for the time being and ask to be accommodated.” I suggested. “I shall say no such thing!” she replied angrily. “And leave your underpants off I may need to fuck you with some urgency.” I insisted and indeed I picked up her underpants and slipped them into my breast pocket. I handed her a coin. “Here,” I said, “A guinea for your fare.” She dressed and scowled at me, “Very well, so be it.” I unlocked the door and let her leave. I returned home at seven o’clock. I went indoors. I hung my hat on the hat stand and my coat on the coat hook and then Mother approached in a blind fury, “Geoffrey what on earth have you been doing?” “Sorry?” I enquired. “Miss Blenkinsopp Geoffrey, she is with child!” she insisted. “Indeed she ...