Nemesis Constance
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Lord Cuthburt’s ship was the Ricarda, a stately vessel that proudly flew the British flag and held a crew of fifty stout men as well as a few women – a cook, maidservants, the captain’s wife. Most were having a night ashore, leaving the shop moored at the docks.
In the cool darkness of the hour before sunrise, when the eastern horizon was touched with the faintest blush of rose, the deck was quiet. A sole watchman dozed by the mast, a lantern resting beside him.
Constance crept aboard, her heart hammering so that she was sure the noise of it would wake the sentry and indeed half the town. Every step caused her renewed pain as cloth scraped over the welts on her bottom. She had foregone her fancy gowns for the plainest and most sensible clothes in her wardrobe, pinned up her hair and covered it with a kerchief, and packed a small bag with other garments, jewelry, and what little money she possessed.
It had occurred to her that she might seek open passage from Lord Cuthburt. As a friend of her father’s, he might have obliged. But then she shook her head at her own foolishness. She could not possibly tell him the entire circumstance of her wishing to leave Veradoga, and anything less would lead to him merely telling her she was being a silly and irresponsible girl.
Thus, she had to stow away. Over dinner, the genial lord had mentioned his plan to get an early start. She could only hope that her absence would go unnoticed until the Ricarda was well out to sea.
She stood on the deck with her bag in her arms, looking about and wondering where she could hide. She had never been on a ship before, not even to visit the nearest of the neighboring islands. Her father would not allow it. He held it as a certainty that she’d no sooner set foot on a ship than pirates would descend, seize her, and carry her off to sell to some harem in Madagascar when they had sated their lusts on her young body.
Little had he, or she, suspected that she’d find that fate lived out within the very walls of their home. What need was there of pirates when Robert was about? William deGranville had been so fixed on assuring that his daughter never shared her mother’s fate, and look to what it had led.
Pirates, indeed. She’d sooner take her chances with pirates.
The very thought was enough to send a little thrill through her, one that she was ashamed to admit. She had been unhealthily fascinated ever since learning of Anna deGranville’s time as a captive of the French pirate Philippe Merlion. The Black Falcon, the sailors called him, and to this day spoke of him in tones of fear and reverence.
What had it been like for her mother? Nearly two years had passed between the day her ship was taken and the day she was ransomed back to her frantic husband, all of this well before Constance was born. Two years in the hands of the Black Falcon.
Had he kept the blonde Englishwoman for his own use or given her to his savage crew? Constance preferred to think that Merlion had been so enchanted by her beauty that he’d claimed her as his own share of the prize. Would he have been gentle with her? Had her mother surrendered, and lain gasping her pleasure in the arms of the pirate? Had Anna grown to love her captor?
Many a night, she’d dreamed such things. She had envisioned herself as her mother, helpless to resist a dashing rogue with hair dark as the night and eyes like emeralds. He would be handsome, and clever, and buried beneath his cruel exterior would be a gentlemanly nature.
Those dreams had often stirred unknown longings in her loins. Even now, after Rob and Enrique, the ideas still held a power over her that made her go slightly breathless, and weak in the knees.
Constance knew the truth of it was likely far from her imaginings. Even the best-kept of sailors, like those on Lord Cuthburt’s ship, were rough men with rough looks and rough manners.
She had to find a place to hide herself. Perhaps when the ship was well away from port, she could emerge and seek the aid of Lord Cuthburt. Perhaps he would take her to wherever her father might be rather than return her home.
The ship was grand and luxurious. Its aftcastle was a manor unto itself, with cabins and staterooms and servants’ quarters. Constance explored quickly and quietly, mindful that someone else might be awake. She found a kitchen where Lord Cuthburt’s meals were doubtless prepared, a pantry stocked with finer food than that in the sailors’ galley below. At the rear of the pantry was a small storeroom. She made a little nest of a bed there, on empty sacks, and settled down to wait.
At some point, she slept. She would not have thought it possible, given the discomfort she was in, but her weariness and the remnants of whatever Rob had drugged her with soon outweighed the pain in her backside.
When she woke, the tiny room was rising and falling, dipping and swaying, in a manner that made Constance feel green with illness. She could hear the creak and groan of wood, the flap of canvas, the voices of men calling orders back and forth.
At sea! She was at sea, and away from Veradoga at last.
She’d had the foresight to bring water and a bit of food with her. She had, however, neglected to make any arrangements for private functions. That need became overwhelming.
Finally, knowing that if she did not find relief she’d soil herself, Constance inched the storeroom door open. She heard women in the kitchen, bustling about. One was scolding the other.
‘—what you think you’re to do, Daisy-me-girl. His Lordship won’t let you stay on with your belly rising.’
‘I’ll marry Walter, that’s what I’ll do,’ came the reply. It was a young girl’s voice, Daisy, sounding no older than Constance herself.
‘Walter, is it? So Walter’s the one.’
‘Who else would it be?’ Daisy retorted defensively.
‘He, and you, should have known better. You know how His Lordship is about servant-girls and sailors. Frowns on it, he does.’
‘Uhh … I fear I’m to be sick again, Greta.’
‘Here’s the basin.’
There followed the sounds of retching, and Greta’s unsympathetic clucking of the tongue.
‘You’ll have a sorry voyage, that you will. At least, God be praised, you can blame it on seasickness. I’ll get you a bite of dry biscuit –’
The door to the pantry, ajar, now opened the rest of the way and a tiny woman came in. She was dressed almost as a man, in trousers that belled at the knee-length cuffs, and a white muslin shirt beneath a striped apron. She stopped short when she saw Constance, who had ducked back too slowly to avoid being discovered.
‘Here, now!’ she cried. She might have been tiny, no more than a bird, but she strode forward fearless as a lioness and confronted Constance. ‘Who are you, and what are you doing lurking about in there? Come here, girl.’
Having nowhere else to go, Constance obeyed and emerged into the kitchen. ‘Please, madame cook, do not tell anyone I’m here.’
‘I’ll be the one to decide about that.’ Greta looked her up and down. ‘Why … you’re deGranville’s daughter! His Lordship mentioned you’d grown up to be the very image of your mother. What’s the meaning of this?’
‘I have run away from home. To … to find my father,’ Constance said, swiftly embroidering a tale that was not too far from true. ‘My brother is seeking to arrange a marriage for me. I’d hoped to reach my father and plead my case before Rob’s letter does.’
‘So you stowed away?’ Greta harumphed. ‘Unwise and dangerous, if you ask me. The best thing to do would be to march straight up there and tell your tale to Lord Cuthburt.’
‘Oh, no, I couldn’t. He wouldn’t understand. He’d say I should return to Veradoga and await Father there.’
Daisy, meanwhile, was watching with a look of curiosity. She was Constance’s age and of like height and size, with the shade of hair called strawberry-blonde and a dustin
g of freckles on her peach-colored skin. At the moment, she did not look as pretty as she warranted, being sallow from nausea.
‘And that is just what you should do,’ Greta said. ‘My land, your brother will be worried sick. Didn’t he just fight a duel in your honor, too? He’ll be frantic.’
Word of that had gotten out, too? Duel, hah … Rob and Enrique had brawled like common hooligans, driven by their mad and insatiable desires for her. Rob had slashed Enrique with a knife and bloodied him, then driven him out of the house. His punishment for Constance, whose submission to Enrique he had not been willing to overlook, had been to lash her bottom until it burned, and then violate her in the only way he had not previously done. She was still sore from it.
If Lord Cuthburt insisted on returning her to Veradoga, and to Rob, she couldn’t imagine how he might deal with her rebellion. She threw all of her wit and will into persuading Greta, and in the end, the cook relented.
‘You’ll sleep on Daisy’s cot,’ Greta said, pointing to a narrow cot in a small afterthought of a room just off the kitchen. ‘Daisy will stay with me. That may serve to keep her from sneaking out a’nights to be with her Walter.’
Daisy went a bright pink. She took a breath as if about to speak, then decided the better of it after a scowl from Greta.
It was settled. Constance moved her bag to the alcove with the cot.
For the first time in her life, she was on a ship, out at sea, and wanted to stand at the rail and feel the Caribbean breeze lifting her hair. She wanted to see the clear blue-green waters and the lush profusion of islands other than the one on which she’d always lived. She wanted to watch the sailors at work on the sails and lines, and hear their sea-shanties.
But once she’d enlisted the aid of Greta and Daisy, she knew that to be found out would be to get them in trouble as well.
So she did as she was told and stayed closeted, feeling like a prisoner in the small, windowless alcove. She spied through cracks in the door and walls when she could. On deck, where she had the tiniest slices of views of the sailors and the sea. Into the dining room where Lord Cuthburt took his meals with the captain, the captain’s wife, and the ship’s officers.
On her third night, she was wakened by a whisper. ‘Daisy … Daisy, love.’
Constance was immediately and fully awake, her mind spinning. The tiny space was all in darkness. She could not see him, but she knew it must be Walter, Daisy’s lover and the ship’s first mate. She’d glimpsed them talking together, flirting as much as they dared under the stern eye of Greta.
He approached the bed and touched her hip. She jumped.
Walter chuckled. ‘Sorry, love. Did I startle you?’
She didn’t answer. What to do? If she spoke, told him she wasn’t Daisy, he would demand to know who she was and all would be undone.
‘You haven’t come to my cabin,’ he said. ‘Is it Greta?’
‘Yes,’ Constance whispered, keeping her voice a toneless hiss. ‘She said I mustn’t go to you.’
‘Jealous old crone,’ Walter said. ‘Does she not care that we’re in love? I miss you, Daisy.’ His hand touched her hip again, stroked it.
Constance stiffened beneath the blanket. ‘You really must go. Suppose she hears you, and comes to look in on me?’
‘She won’t. I can hear her snoring from here.’ He lifted his hand away. Cloth rustled.
With her ears so attuned to the blackness that left her eyes blind, Constance suddenly knew that he was undressing. He meant to slide into the cot with her … with Daisy … and …
‘Walter, no, we cannot.’
And yet … even as she said it, there was a furtive sort of appeal to the idea of letting the scene play out. A curiosity. He was a handsome man, lean and well-made, with rich auburn hair and a charming smile.
To be taken by a virtual stranger, in the dark of the night … him mistaking her for someone else, calling her by his lover’s name … it should have been abhorrent yet she found it intriguing. Perhaps Rob and Enrique had truly ruined her, that she would be allowing herself such thoughts. Perhaps the sensations they’d kindled in her had led her to need them, crave them. She had been several days without a man and was shocked by how much she missed being touched, being taken.
‘Shh, Daisy, love.’ He lifted the blanket and slid under it. She was wearing only a loose chemise, and could feel the heat of his bare skin through the thin cloth. ‘We’ll be ever so quiet.’
Constance was torn. Her body was already responding to his nearness, and she knew what would happen if she told him the truth or called for Greta. Yet he was not only a man she’d never met but Daisy’s man as well, and Daisy was her friend. In so much as she could be said to have a friend, in her secret stowaway life. Rather say that Daisy had been kind to her.
She was on her side, facing the wall. He crowded close along her back and reached around to cup a breast. Her nipple immediately grew taut in his palm. He kneaded gently, and nibbled at her ear. She could feel his erection pressing against her buttocks, which were still tender but no longer sore from Rob’s beating.
Walter kissed her neck, licked her earlobe. It felt good despite her misgivings. She couldn’t help murmuring and pushing her bottom toward his hardness. He took this as a sign of assent and raised her chemise to her waist that he might fondle her mound while he breathed words of devotion into her ear.
What if he realized the deception? But she could not tell him now, not when she’d allowed him into the bed and was giving him the run of her body. Best that he continue to believe her to be Daisy. They were alike in height, in build. He might never know.
His fingers found the moist furrow of her cunny. ‘You’ve been thinking about me, have you, love?’
‘Yes,’ Constance said, bending her knee and raising her thigh so he could bring his hand more fully upon her.
He stroked diligently, and soon Constance was nearly melting. The very wickedness of it only made her enjoy it more. With some careful maneuvering, he brought his cock to the opening of her cunny while still spooned against her back. She tilted her hips to him.
‘Ah, Daisy,’ he sighed as he eased his length into her moist passage. ‘Ah, there we are, love. Is that nice?’
‘Very nice,’ Constance said. For it was, very nice indeed, and terribly naughty as well to feel him enter her while calling her by another woman’s name.
He went slowly, holding her close. It occurred to her that he was, yes, making love to her. Not fucking, as Rob did, not playing a cruel game to abase her, but making a sweet and gentle love. Soon, he had her panting in quickening heat.
‘Oh, Daisy,’ he said softly. ‘Yes, oh, my dearest, yes! Let it be now.’
She spent in a rush both turbulent and subdued, a melting tremor that drew from her a low, muffled cry. Walter showered kisses on her neck and cheek and shoulder, still hard and buried within her.
‘How delicious you are, Daisy, how dear to me!’
He waited until the storm of her climax had subsided before he began to move again, slowly, firmly.
‘Mmm, Walter, that’s lovely,’ Constance said, moving with him.
‘Oh, yes … it’ll be soon now, Daisy … soon …’
Walter gasped, then abruptly withdrew. She stifled a cry as she felt him leave her. The sudden emptiness was unbearable.
His hand seized hers and brought it around to the throbbing slippery stiffness. She held him, unsure what he wanted her to do … so she guided him into her cunny again.
‘Huh – oh!’ Walter cried. ‘Oh, Daisy … too late!’
His body strained against her. His cock spasmed, loosing its flood into her dark depths with several convulsive jerks. He trembled and let out a breath that was a shaky moan, and finally relaxed.
They lay like that, curled together, s
till joined, for a contented while. Then Walter asked, ‘Why did you do that? Why did you put it back in?’
‘I wanted to feel you come in me,’ she said.
This seemed to surprise him, for he was silent so long that Constance was grimly sure she’d committed some terrible blunder. He’d know now that he wasn’t with Daisy, and what recriminations might follow, she could only fearfully guess.
‘But if I get you with child, we’ll have to marry,’ he said at last.
It was Constance’s turn to be surprised. Daisy was already with child, and surely Walter had to know that, because she had told Greta she meant to marry him. Or did he not know? Had Daisy not confided that news to him yet?
‘I … I thought you wanted to marry me,’ she said.
‘I do, but you told me it was too soon.’
‘Perhaps I’ve changed my mind.’ She rolled enough to brush her lips against his, and felt him smile.
‘I hoped you would. You were so different tonight, Daisy, so … so wonderful. So passionate. I hoped it was for a reason like that.’
Constance winced. ‘But now you really must go,’ she said. ‘Before we’re found. It’s best if we say nothing about this, not even to each other.’
‘Yes.’ He kissed her again, then disengaged from her and groped in the dark for his clothes.
Moments later, he was gone and Constance was alone in the narrow cot, unable to believe what had just happened. What she’d permitted, and what she had done. Daisy would be furious if ever she knew what had gone on this night, and Walter … what might he do?
She rose and washed herself, then climbed back into bed. Her sleep was full of soft-hued dreams of what had just gone on. Made love, she had been made love to for the first time. Not taken, not used, not made to succumb to foul desires.
All the next day her thoughts were consumed by it. This was perhaps how it was meant to be. Something pure and right … yet even as she thought that she would blush to recall how she had deceived him. Her pensiveness was remarked on by both Greta and Daisy, and Constance could barely meet the latter’s eyes for fear she would give herself away.
And what of Walter? What if he, in one of his murmured conversations with Daisy, happened to mention the previous night? Daisy would know. What would she do upon learning that her lover had bedded Constance by her name?
Her mind was busy with these questions even after she had finally retired again to bed. Then new questions joined in. Would he return tonight? Would he make love with her again? The very possibility left her breathless and aroused. Sleep eluded her, so busily did her ears strain for the stealthy click of the latch or the rasp of the hinges.
At last, she was rewarded by the very sounds she’d been waiting to hear. She did not play at sleep this time.
‘Who’s there?’ she whispered coyly. ‘Greta?’
‘Only me, my little dumpling.’
The voice was one she knew, and she was so astounded that she could not formulate a reply.
‘Where are you, my pet? I cannot see a blasted thing in here. I should have brought a candle, but it’d be the end of us if that nosy cow Greta were to find us out.’
His shins bumped the cot. Constance scrambled to a sitting position. Her jaw was hanging agape.
Lord Cuthburt and Daisy?
And it was suddenly clear to her that the babe in Daisy’s belly was not Walter’s after all. He had been so careful not to plant his seed and give their affair away, while she had been rutting behind his back with none other than their own lord and employer.
And now Lord Cuthburt was mistaking her for Daisy as well!
What was she to do? Surely she couldn’t … not with Lord Cuthburt, who had been a friend of the deGranvilles for as long as Constance could remember. He’d brought presents for her and Rob, given them candies, patted them on the head. She never would have imagined that he’d be visiting the bed of a girl young enough to be his daughter.
He reached out in the darkness and touched her shoulder. Constance was too late to squirm away.
‘Aha, there she is,’ he chortled. ‘Now, I’ve got a pretty bauble for my favorite lady. Would you like it?’
‘Lord Cuthburt –’
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Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...
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Fetish Porn SitesAbsinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...
After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...
Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...
kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestIt was my sweetheart's birthday and she had no idea what her present was to be. She had once mentioned something special she wanted to try, but had no idea that she was about to receive a birthday like she had never had. I had made all the arrangements and we set off on a little road trip. We lived several states away from a group of very special friends. Friends who would be needed to pull off this little surprise. As we approached our destination, the house of a 'playtime' friend, I...
Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...
Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...
Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...
Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
The Falcon fired a cannon blast, a single warning shot. It was apparent even to Constance that the Ricarda had no hopes of outrunning the other vessel. Whittington gave the order to come about, and surrender. ‘On your head be it,’ Cuthburt said to the captain, glowering darkly. The two of them had been arguing bitterly since the sighting of the pirate flag. Lord Cuthburt wished to fight. Captain Whittington said that those who resisted the pirates were treated in the most barbaric fashion....
Craig Miller could smell her as she walked down the aisle of books; could envision her before she passed where he stood, leaning against the bookshelf. So he imagined her. From the gait in her walk, the smooth way her arms past her body, and natural deductive reasoning, he envisioned honey-blond hair, creamy tawny skin, and legs. The lovely vision coming his way did not pass, but turned down the same aisle, confirming his profile of her. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him standing...
Constance passed several miserable days in her lonely room. She was permitted to roam the fortress or the village, but escape was impossible because there was no way to leave the island save by ship. And all the ships were those of the Black Falcon’s fleet. They ranged from swift sloops to monstrous galleons bristling with cannons, and every man, woman, and child in Falcon Bay was loyal to the Merlions. She had Marie for company, and took a peculiar sort of comfort in knowing that her mother...
She had a bed of her own, in a spacious lovely bedroom with drapes of gauze that fluttered like the softest wisps of clouds. She was alone in it, but by choice this time. No unkind chastity belt bit into her skin. Yet she had been wearied to the very bone and wanted only sleep. Her weeks of deprivation had culminated in the day’s adventure. What had begun as a public shaming and horrendous breaking of the most primal taboo – being bound and displayed to the eyes of all of Falcon Bay, and then...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Introduction: This was just a spur of the moment story I wrote when my girlfriend/lover Jennifer was sending me dirty pics and my imagination got the better of me. Shhh, she doesnt know its here ,) –Finally! So close to being with her! She thought to herself and giggled somewhat naughtily. Laying back her head Jennifer said to herself, Ooooh, its driving me crazy just thinking about it! as her eyes closed and her petite hands wandered to her perky, firm tits around a B-cup, fondling them,...
--Surges of pleasure flooded through every inch of her body, making her spasm and breaths come in small gasps. She could feel her juices running out over her fingers, cumming so hard it almost hurt. It felt like a thousands pounds of pressure lifting off her pussy, letting the blood flow back in and out of my soft folds. When it finally faded away she started gently licking it off her fingers just as the door cracked open. --She froze with my middle finger in my mouth, gently biting it. She...
"I can see old Toby Fforbes now," I laughed, "Screwing this Turkish whore up against the wall of the whore house when," I laughed again, "He lost his balance and they fell sideways and." "Captain Darrowby please!" Miss Price chided as she walked beside me as we followed the rest of our party along the path beside the river Colne in the glorious afternoon sunshine. "Wrenched his member!" I added, "Groin strain they called it, three weeks in bloody sick bay and they gave him...
Hey guys, This is Rahul from Bangalore . I’ve been reading stories on Indian sex stories for the past couple of years and finally stand narrating my very own sexperience. Since this is my first story , a real story which happened a week ago and I would appreciate all the feedback I receive …please do write to me on my email – A little about myself , I am fair , on the slim side, fair , a diehard football fan, with a height of 5’9” and a tool length of 6.5” and a girth of 3” The girl of the...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
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