1. Sophia's Revenge


    Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Cuckold, Fisting, Males / Female, Prostitution, Reluctance, Threesome, Wife, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    of unkempt hair. “What say you now My Lord?” Madame asked. “Middling,” I declared. “Marcel,” Madame ordered simply. The blackamore removed his shirt and slid his leather shorts down, his huge black prong reared proud from his bare shaven smooth crotch where the faintest scar showed where his balls had once hung. Sophia was still lost in suckling Bessie’s teat when Marcel’s finger first explored her freshly revealed slot, she moaned as the finger intruded, but she screamed a moment later when Marcel leaped forward and thrust his member where the finger had been. “No!” Sophia protested but his member was in six inches with one thrust, ten with the second and entirely sheathed with the third. “Aggghh,” Sophia screamed, Bessie stood aside and Madame stepped forward and silenced Sophia’s screams with a beautifully embroidered hand kerchief across her mouth. Sophia lay stock still, rigid in abject horror, “Don’t just lie there girl,” Madame ordered as she motioned to Bessie to release Sophia’s hands, “Make the gentleman feel welcome.” Sophia looked around helplessly as Marcel pinned her to the bed, she near choked until Madame loosened the hand kercheif silencing her which allowed her to gasp for breath, “Welcome the gentleman, make him feel welcome,” Madame repeated. Sophia tentatively reached around Marcel and held him as his great appendage speared in and out of her woman’s parts, each thrust provoking a muffled cry until she cried tears of joy, “Shall you sate her My Lord?” ...
    Madame asked. I shook my head, “Let the Blackamore,” I suggested. “Sadly he cannot find release, he has no balls,” Madame admitted, “But if you do not choose to sate her perhaps I might allow another gentleman?” “Indeed, I shall defer to another, for riding her has all the pleasure of stuffing a wet fish,” I replied loftily. Madame smiled, “Maud leave us, Bessie summon Mr Capthorpe and Mr Bogue, tell them I have a new whore for them to sample.” “They will be sadly disappointed,” I averred as the wench went to seek my cronies Nigel and Sebastian, but I was wrong. “My eye Geoffrey, since when have you been whore sampler in chief?” Bogue enquired. “My dear Sebastian, it is an honour devolved with rank,” I replied. “Well, well,” Capthorpe cackled, “One of yours from the village eh Harecastle?” he enquired. “Something of that ilk,” I agreed, “But sample away and maybe we shall compare scores when all is done?” Capthorpe stared, “A rare thing indeed, perfection, pert mounds, sweet hairless peach, tight yet at once copious, yet ordinary to behold, no facial beauty but when unwrapped there is but hidden bodily perfection.” Bogue interjected, “Daughter of a whore, daughter of a whore’s son ,” he marvelled, “Bred to be a whore I’ll wager, look how carelessly she takes a foot or nigh on of black manhood without demurr.” “But why?” Capthorpe asked, “Where has she been, why have we not sampled her before?” “In the asylum I’ll wager,” Bogue laughed, “Caught pleasuring herself with a rolling ...
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