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

    railed, “She is in there with two members within her, the members of two of the most notorious whore chasers in the entire county pounding her to ecstasy. She is no lady. She is a whore, a calculating frigid evil whore!” “But shall you ride sir,” Grayson repeated. “No, yes,” I agreed, “You shall ride, aye, here is a shilling each, ride the whore that was My Lady, I shall take the carriage, you bring my horse.” “But Lordship, you are unwell surely?” Fellows asked politely though his small member already strained away below his portly belly. “No, I shall brook no argument,” I said sadly, “No this is my final word, poke the whore, that is my word, my order and then have no heed of her what so ever.” I took the reins and as soon as Grayson had the break off the sad old carriage horse plodded his desultory way through the darkness towards my home. I slumped in the seat as the horse unerringly found his way through the darkness and I do believe I sat there for a long moment even when he stopped beside the back door. I stirred, “Boy!” I bellowed and Findlay the under ostler appeared in due course in his nightshirt and full of sleep. “Horse,” I snapped and I left him and went to my bed. My cold lonely bed. And there I lay in confusion, how could a blackamore inspire Sophia to such passion where for me she lay like a cold fish. I bellowed for Mrs Herbert the housekeeper but she stayed away, the fire was burning in the bedroom hearth so I warmed my night shirt and undressed before ...
    putting it on and turning in to my lonely bed. I woke much later, I was no longer alone, long blonde hair straggled across the pillow, a lady’s cloak lay on the bed. “Sophia?” I queried. “Let me sleep,” she said as she lay under the bed clothes.. “What in gods name are you doing here?” I asked. “I live here remember,” she replied. “You most certainly do not, I cast you out you are nothing but a whore!” I railed. “And you are nothing but a whore chaser,” she exclaimed. “So why are you in my bed?” I demanded. “You told me you loved me,” she said, “In the very heat of passion you told me.” “I lied,” I lied. She turned to me showing two love bites on her neck“And you bit my neck, it is quite inflamed, Madame said I cannot serve until the mark heals.” “Out I say,” I insisted and threw the bed clothes wide. She was entirely bare, “I saw a new side of you last night, a rampant whore chasing monster,” Sophia insisted, “And of the ten gentleman whom I served I do admit you pleased me the most.” “So? what do you want?” I demanded. “No Geoffrey, what do you want?” Sophia replied, as she pulled the bed clothes back over herself, “I have Madame’s offer of a room at the Bordello, or I can share your bed Geoffrey.” “Indeed?” I queried. “But only if you please me,” she suggested, “Shall we say every morning, and evening, and on Saturdays?” “Saturdays?” I asked. “Saturdays, I shall have my treat in the Bordello,” she explained, “Two gentlemen at one time.” “You are deluded, quite mad!” I ...
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