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I was married to my ex husband when I was not quite 16, my mother was my only parent; my dad left us when I was three. My mother signed for me to get married because she liked my husband-to-be and felt he would take care of me better than her on a waitress' salary. John, my ex husband, was considerably older than I, a worldly 27. I started having sex with him when he fed me alcohol spiked Kool-aide till I almost passed out. Being young I was convinced I was in love and would do anything for...
The town house had not been used by the family for more than a year, but they had a caretaker, and Sir Anthony had used it on a few occasions when Navy or business matters commanded his presence in London. Nevertheless, the house was in a need for a “spring cleaning”, and the whole family and all the servants worked together to make the place habitable. On occasions like this Lady Carter felt that it would not hurt her dignity to participate in the work and this applied to her husband and her...
Ellen, Maddy and HopeWarning: lesbian scenes and intense sexual descriptions and language.Ellen started awake.She lay still for a few moments, wondering why she had woken up from the wonderful dream she had been having. She'd been making love in her dream to one of the new secretaries at work – the tall brunette at the receiving desk. She had just started kissing her, her short skirt had been riding up nicely over her molded thighs as Ellen was bending her over the desk...Damn. She had to pee -...
HM Sloop Clotho was a handy craft. Even Richard and Ellen noticed that on the short crossing to Portsmouth. She was flush-decked and carried ten twelve-pounders on each side, a modern man o’war and the captain’s cabin was comparably roomy. They left Le Havre with the morning tide and with a lively westerly wind abeam, Clotho raced over the choppy waters of the Channel often topping 13 knots. Therefore it was still light when they passed the Isle of Wight and made for Portsmouth...
Ellen spent the next week enforcing her disciplinary control over her husband, John. John was fifty-years-old but had readily accepted his forty-eight-year-old wife’s authority over him. In fact he got aroused every time Ellen ordered him to lower his trousers and underpants and even as his bottom stung he happily gave his wife tongue sex before wanking off in front of her. Even after a hand spanking and a spanking with the particularly painful wooden backed paddle hairbrush Ellen so enjoyed...
SpankingMary had really enjoyed the show. The band had been particularly good singing a string of popular songs. Mary was twenty-years-old and was training to be an IT engineer.Ellen sat next to Mary during the show, and at half time, they had started to have a friendly chat. After the show, they decided to go for a quick drink. Ellen was forty-eight-years-old and worked as a PA to a managing director. She was married to John who she told Mary was fifty-years-old.Ellen wasn't normally the type to...
Spanking-- Ellen the Embezzler 2 --[To date: My somewhat promiscuous stepdaughter Ellen was never noted for her innocence or virtues, but I'd never thought her a thief either. That is, until her boss Harold caught her embezzling office funds from his real estate business.Basically a nice guy, and since he and I had been friends for years, he made Ellen an offer she couldn't refuse. He wouldn't bring criminal charges against her, she could even keep her job .. if she agreed to give him sexual favors...
It was only a few days later that news arrived from London. King George IV had died. He had never been a popular monarch, running up enormous debts, and in his last years, the cartoonists had portrayed him in very unflattering ways. Still, he was the king and parliament was dissolved upon his death. As a Peer of England, Richard had to go to London for the burial, and he left the next morning in their coach. They had decided that Ellen should stay behind with Anthony, as did Richard’s...
-- Ellen the Embezzler 1 --It was late in the day as I visited the real estate office where my stepdaughter Ellen worked. The owner, Howard, was an old friend; we went way way back, all the way to our school days. He'd been kind enough to hire Ellen as his bookkeeper after she'd not done well in several other job areas. She complained about the work and the lengthy hours, but so far as I was concerned, it was a decent job, Howard was looking out for her, and he reassured me she was doing all...
Sir Jonathan was thoroughly drained. He had come from the Carters’ house where he had tended Richard’s wound. Lucy waited for him when he entered the door. Not trusting his voice, he whispered. “Richard is alive. He’s wounded, but not severely.” “Thank God!” Lucy whispered, overcome with emotion. “And Finney?” Dr. Wilkes found his voice again. “Dead. Right through the chest. Not a thing I could do. He was dead in a minute.” His voice cracked again. “Poor Richard took it hard. He is...
Indeed, six days later saw the three of them inspecting a comfortable cabin on board the Amelia Anne. The ship was a solidly built clipper, constructed to give passengers a maximum of comfort, and Sir Anthony had personally inspected it to the amusement of the Captain. Since the hurricane season had not ended yet, they would take a northern route, and the captain expected the crossing to take five to six weeks. On the first days of the journey out of Southampton, they were indeed favoured by...
During January and February of 1830, the seven women in the family planned the events of the spring and early summer meticulously. Lucy and Harriet had hand-picked a midwife for Ellen, and an agency was tasked to look for a wet nurse come May, the likely time for the birth. Accordingly, Eleanor’s wedding was planned for mid-June, to give Ellen a few weeks to recover. Like Richard and Ellen, Eleanor and Antonio would have their wedding in the church of Matcham Village. Meanwhile, on the...
With December approaching, Richard and Ellen prepared for another journey. The opening of the first steam railroad in Germany was scheduled in Nuremberg on December 7. Richard and Ellen were invited not only to attend, but to sit in the royal carriage with the King, the Prime Minister, and the mayors of Nuremberg and Fuerth. It was a festive affair; a military band was playing and children choirs were singing. King Ludwig personally opened the steam valve that set the Eagle locomotive in...
Lucy was busy on the next morning, and there was no opportunity for Ellen to speak with her in private. After lunch, Lucy had to visit one of the governors of the hospital where Sir Jonathan performed his pro bono publico work. Lucy was very good at this behind the scenes work, letting the wealthy sponsors bask in the public praise, but keeping the hospital going for her husband. It was this pro bono work as well as his naval service that had earned Jonathan his knighthood. Not that Lucy saw...
When I was in high school, I was part of a circle of friends. We didn't really have anything that defined us -- we weren't band geeks, although some of us played in the band; we weren't jocks, although some of us played on the sports teams; we weren't really 'brains' or 'nerds', although most of us got good grades; we weren't the popular k**s, or the k**s who slept around. All we really had in common was that we liked each other, and enjoyed each other's company.When it came time to go to...
Richard Carter, 3rd Baron Lambert, woke up with a royal head ache. Not that he had slept enough, but the butler, Oldroyd, was standing by his bedside, shaking him hesitantly. “Lady Lambert’s compliments, milord, and you must wake up and prepare for the ceremony.” “What time is it, then?” Richard croaked. “Almost nine o’clock, milord.” “All right then,” Richard moaned. “Anything else?” “Yes, milord, there is this parcel here, from Miss Wilkes. It was delivered by messenger ten minutes...
The countryside looked its best in early May. The fresh green of trees and shrubs was a feast for the eyes, especially eyes that had become accustomed to the soot of the large City. Although Ellen felt a little guilty about it, she could not help feeling true happiness. She sat snuggled against Richard in the open carriage, the spring sun warming them nicely, and the fresh air feeling like champagne to her lungs. Now they passed through the village of Matcham, the people on the streets...
Richard was properly awed. He was sitting as unobtrusively as possible at a table opposite his grandfather. His father on his right side was talking tariffs and sugar prices with one of the wealthiest men in the realm. Sir Robert Norton was a legend, a commercial genius whose net worth was rumoured to exceed three million pounds. Richard knew that his father held substantial interest in shipping and foreign trade, but he had never known him to be so well connected. Richard followed the sound...
Over the next weeks, Ellen and Richard saw each other regularly, but they found it difficult to get as close as they had been used to. They were never left alone and a sense of frustration built up in both of them. The opening of the ball season should have provided them with an outlet, but at that point they had become slightly irritated with each other. Ellen, in her naïve excitement, had come to enjoy the gossiping and scandal mongering of society, something that Richard did not appreciate...
The springs and axles of the coach groaned and squeaked as the driver urged the horses on with his whip. Sleeping dogs jumped up and out of their way and the native people looked after them with displeasure, since they endangered humans and animals with their par force drive. In less than ten minutes the coach screeched to a halt in front of the tall mansion and Richard had to restrain Ellen from rushing ahead. As it was they made a fast enough entrance. Yet nobody was at the door to check...
After six weeks in London, Ellen was satisfied that she had seen most of her friends and acquaintances. She had quickly grown tired of relating her adventures and volunteered information only when friends asked her explicitly. What she enjoyed were the sessions with Colleen and Melissa. The three women worked together writing about the journey, with a focus on the Overland Route and with Melissa making an effort to transform Ellen’s awkward sketches into simple etchings. Every day they worked...
It was a week later. Ellen sat in her coach heading towards Kensington Palace, the seat of the Duchess of Kent, the Princess Victoria of Sachse-Coburg-Saalfeld. She was the widow of Edward, Duke of Kent and Strathearne, the fourth son of King George III. Their sole offspring, Alexandrina Victoria, styled the Princess Victoria of Kent, was heir apparent to King William. Ellen was about to meet the fifteen year-old Princess at the behest of the King. The reception was frosty. The Duchess spoke...
“Are you certain that it is in good taste for us to visit Binnings’ stupid reception?” Richard Carter, 3rd Baron Lambert, had asked the question before, and his grandmother’s answer was no different from her previous ones. “Of course you can go, Richard. Besides, poor Ellen has been preparing for over a week. Marjorie has worded her invitation in a very conciliatory tone, so you are obliged to go. You have a position in society, Richard, and you have to act accordingly. Noblesse oblige! Now...
It was late afternoon before Richard and Ellen came downstairs again. Ellen was aware of the fact that she walked gingerly, but she was blissfully indifferent to the knowing smiles of Sadie and Neeta and to the deep blush Evi showed when she saw her mistress. Marie was in the nursery and Ellen went upstairs again to make sure her cousin was coping. Marie blushed when she saw Ellen. “I took the children outside to play, whilst you and Richard...” The rest of Marie’s words were...
Her black tailored business skirt stretched across her hips in a perfect fit, the white blouse tucked into the neat waistline withouth a bulge or ruche in sight. The elegance of her attire was emphasised and confirmed by the males in the room with her, and when she relaxed back in her leather chair and crossed her legs with a gentle sigh from her sheer stockings, those same males stiffened to full erection almost as one.Ellen looked at them appraisingly. They were fine specimens certainly and...
Ellen awoke, in her warm bed, the sun pouring in the farmhouse window. She was lying on her side in her evening attire of lacy bra, stockings and garter, with no panties. I had awoken her, as my hard cock had separated her pussy lips, and buried itself deep within her. I had touched her clit and pussy from the front until she was soaking wet. Then I slid my manhood deep within her, slowly pumping her till her wetness covered my cock and I was able to pump harder. She awoke slowly, moaning, as...
“Did you enjoy yourself, my dear?” Doña Maria asked her son over the rattle of the coach wheels on the cobble stones. She had spent the last hours of the ball sitting with the Carters. It had been a pleasant evening for her, the ice between her and Sir Anthony’s wife had finally melted. Lady Carter had been in a very happy mood and that had helped. She realised that her son had not answered. “Antonio! Did you enjoy yourself?” “Err, yes, sorry Mother. I was in thought. Tell me, Mother, the...
Two weeks after Marjorie Binnings’ trial, on a warm day in early August, the tenants of Matcham and Woodbridge and their dependants assembled in and in front of the village church. The front pews were taken up by a large group of visitors, noble and rich people, who had come to celebrate with Richard and Ellen. Before their friends and relatives and the assembled country folk, the new squire of Woodbridge Manor, Richard Lord Lambert and his lovely bride, Ellen Trilby Wilkes, exchanged their...
Ellen was feeling lazy. Even with the benefit of a wet nurse, the first days with her new daughter had been tiring. Fortunately, she could rest without a bad conscience on this morning. Richard had gone very early. He had a seven o’clock meeting with Sir Robert Norton and he had seen to it that breakfast was served in bed for Ellen. The newspapers were strewn over the bed cover too. Three of them carried the announcement and that was why Richard had brought them into the bedroom for Ellen to...
Previous chapter – Ken and Ellen have invited her sister Susie and boyfriend Billy to visiting them on the farm. They have enjoyed watching them and being watched. Ken and Ellen have started to partake of their guest anyway that they can! They are hoping Suzie and Billy will return the favor!When the timer cut the suction to Billy’s cock "milker" he was able to untied Suzie, but only after he watched her cum twice more on the devilish suckers Ellen had left working on her. The laid in each...
The sound of their bedroom door when it slammed shut after the fleeing Marie, alerted Richard, too. “Who was that? Tony?” he asked, slightly worried. “No, it was Marie. She must have been standing there for a while, now that I think of it. Oh, my! We must have been a sight for her!” “What was she doing here?” “I suppose, she came to look after me. We were not exactly mute. She probably feared I was under attack.” Ellen looked over her shoulder. “Not so far from the truth,...
Ellen: The drunken StepdaughterI got a call from Mark: his mother Ellen had gone to a party, got drunk, and was now too drunk to drive home. He wanted me to go with him to bring her home, and so one of us could drive her car home so he didn't have to leave it there.It wasn't not that late, so I agreed. I told the wife what the problem was, and of course she was disgusted with her daughter's behavior.I drove over to the house where Mark and his mother lived together, picked him up, and then I...
On the next morning after a good night’s sleep, Ellen sat down at her desk to finish the letters according to Harriet Carter’s advice, and she sent both of them by messenger. That done, Ellen busied herself with other affairs that she had neglected in the past, tumultuous days. She and Richard had agreed not to visit that day to allow both of them to catch some breath and to allow their families to adjust gradually to their developing love affair. However, Ellen wrote a short letter to...
Over the next three months, Don Antonio Ruiz de Costa became a frequent visitor at the Carters’ home. He and Eleanor spent an increasing amount of time together and it was clear to everyone that their mutual infatuation increased with each visit. Harriet Carter did not insist on the presence of a chaperone anymore since she had come to trust the young man. Harriet had also developed a strong level of understanding with Antonio’s mother and she often accompanied Eleanor when she visited the...
“Hey Rick, what are you doing here, I wasn’t expecting you.” She said with forced calmness. “Yeah, sorry. I probably should’ve texted or phoned or something and maybe this was a bad idea but I just realised something and I’ve just got to check it and I'm sorry to do this to you but I know you’ve been waiting and wanting it for a while and erm... yeah.” He said without pause for breath. “Erm ok,” Ellen replied, slightly confused, “what did you find out, what d’you wanna check?” “Well it’s...
It's good to help people when they need it. It's even better when you can turn that help into so much more. It started innocently enough, well, kind of innocently.---All right, Ellen, I'll help you design and build that database you were talking about for work. However there'll be a cost, a price."A price?"First of all, I need to make something very clear. I'm sensitive about people I work with, people I talk to (especially about personal things) keeping it to themselves. I've heard over...
This is a continuation of Carli - An Uncle Travis Story part 1 published as a Post. You may want to read it first, though this does stand on its own, I believe.That next weekend, Ellen told me that she was going shopping with Jennifer and Carli and that they would be gone most of the day on Saturday. Carli had been begging her mom for some new clothes and Jennifer recruited Ellen to go with them. Jennifer and Ellen had been friends for longer than Ellen and I had been together. They had been...
It was a week after the charity ball, and Sir Anthony Carter was sitting in his chair, perusing the Naval Gazette, when he stumbled over a small article. Bolivian Merchantman Lost On Sept. 15, the Rosemary schooner, out of Falmouth, after having weathered a severe cyclone, and standing one-hundred miles north-east of Barbados, came to sight a small boat, carrying the survivors of a ship wreck. The rescued sailors and passengers reported the brig Estrella del Sur to have sprung a leak in the...
Summer came, and the preparations for a big Midsummer Night celebration were in full swing. Friends and relatives came to visit from far and wide. One of the first to arrive was Lady Carter’s younger brother, Captain Andrew Lambert, with his pretty young wife Emily and their four children. Ellen became flustered when presented to Lord and Lady Brougham, but Lady Brougham, a stunningly beautiful woman, hugged her with great personal warmth. Ellen was given to understand that Moira was a close...
The stay in the hunting lodge, delightful as it was, had come to an end and the Carters returned to Munich in early May. Here, Richard found a pile of documents that had been delivered by a special courier. One envelope in particular caught his attention as it bore the seal of the Royal Household. It contained orders for a special mission. The Household and the Government were evaluating potential husbands for the Princess Victoria. One such prospect was Prince Franz August Carl Albert...
She pulled her mouth away from mine and said, "Oh, God!" And then she pulled her lower body up so that my swollen dick pulled out of her with a loud, wet, suction sound. "Oh God, Danny," she repeated, breathlessly. "It's so sensitive now. I can't have it inside me anymore." "What?" I asked in her ear. She lay herself back down on me so that her fuzzy pubic mound rested on my throbbing cock. "I'm tingling all over, Danny. I think I'm still cumming! Ohhhh! It was wonderful," she...
The manager called the three contestants up on the stage one at a time, and after a few comments to the crowd he announced 'L' as the winner. "Catch them for a lap dance if they are willing," he said rather lewdly. "And 'L' will be back to do another dance for us later." The crowd cheered. Danielle joined Ellen at her table with Adam and the guys. She had come alone, and after their moments of rushed pleasure in the dressing room, a special bond had silently developed between the...
Don Antonio Ruiz de Costa was well aware of the rules of gentlemanly conduct. For instance, it was good manners to call upon the Lamberts on the next day and to thank them for their hospitality. That this was a welcome excuse to possibly see Eleanor Carter again certainly added to his motivation. He therefore arrived at eleven o’clock, speculating that the Carters would still be at the Lamberts’ house. Lady Lambert received him in a small tea room and accepted his calling card. He thanked...
When Richard returned from The Netherlands, rumours abounded already that the mother of the Colombian ambassador had entered into an affair with the notorious Marquis de Ste. Croix. Whilst this would have made for a juicy piece of gossip under any circumstances, the fact that the Marquis had interviewed Doña Maria’s son after just two weeks to formally obtain permission to court the lady was just unheard of. Older and more knowledgeable members of London’s society of course remembered the...
For the next two days, Richard and Ellen stayed at home and took the time to play with their children. They took strolls in Munich’s ‘English Garden’, a public park. A few times they sat with the natives in one of the large beer gardens, in the shade of old chestnut trees, and enjoyed the light ale that was served. A few days later, Ellen met with Marie to tell her of their visit to Coburg. She found her cousin in bad spirits. On Ellen’s insistence, Marie told her the reason. Lucien was now...
It was good to hear her sounding so natural this morning. It eased the pain in my gut a little bit. I looked at her and she smiled at me. Her blond hair was all fresh and shiny and clean looking and it reflected the sunshine from the window behind her. She looked so cute in her white blouse with the little green tie at the neck. "Yeah," I said to Mom, "I'm a little nervous about these exams." Mom was relieved that I wasn't sick and so was Dad, who wanted me to take care of the yard...
They were now on the last leg of their river journey. They would reach Wuerzburg, the ancient capital of the Franconian duchy, that evening. The mayor had sent a horseman, to alert the royal court in Wuerzburg of their arrival. King Ludwig’s father, the Elector Maximilian, had been Napoleon’s ally early on. When France seized all the territories left of the River Rhine, Napoleon saw fit to compensate his ally with the duchy of Franconia which had been ruled by the Prince-Bishop of Wuerzburg....
“Can you help me with the clasp of the necklace, Ellen? I don’t want to risk losing it.” Ellen quickly stood behind Eleanor and fastened the clasp. It was a beautiful necklace, made from heavy sterling silver with emeralds that picked up the colour of Eleanor’s eyes. Lady Lambert had given it to her granddaughter and Eleanor loved it. Both young women were looking forward to this evening. Ellen for obvious reasons, and Eleanor because it would be her first soiree where she was playing a...
I couldn't stand it any longer. "Ellie," I called to her and she sat up and turned to me, sitting Indian style, with her knees up and her ankles crossed. She seemed to be all legs and underpants now. "What?" She smiled up at me. What was I going to say? How could I ask her for what I wanted? Sitting there, like that, she seemed so sweet and innocent. I was kind of afraid and oddly embarrassed. "Come here." I told her. "No," she said, still smiling sweetly. "You come down...
Ellen heard the announcement and it made her jump. She quickly downed the rest of her drink as though the half a glass of tequila would help her through this. Seemingly from out of no where two other girls joined her in the march to dressing room. Every guy focused on the girls and as Ellen weaved her way between the tightly packed tables she felt her ass brush up against some of the boys. She didn't think it was accidental. A few made comments either to her or to the other members of their...
He pushed her inside with a forceful kiss and she could already feel the expectant boner in his pants pressing up against her. He pulled himself to her and met her tongue with his. Ellen was already quite damp from her anticipation and now, with Steve right in front of her & the pressure of his erection against her as they kissed, she became even wetter with the knowledge of what was soon to cum; that his hard-on would soon be servicing her every need. After closing the front door, kissing &...
I casually walked into the living room, naked and hard. I told Dan and Mrs. Wilson that my mother said it was all right to spend the night. Dan looked at me funny and I said, "I told her I was spending the night at a friend's house." Ellen walked into the living room then. She was wearing a robe. "Did you say you can spend the night Peter?" she asked breathlessly. I moved to her, kissed her on the lips and said,"Yes Ellen...ALL night." I looked at her parents, then back at her and said,...
Mrs. Wilson told me all this the next day before I went to their house. She came outside elevenish, looked up at my window and signaled I needed to come down NOW.We talked a bit then went into our kitchen. She sat at the table and told me what had just gone down with Ellen. I tried to be patient."Dan and I were talking about this when Ellen stepped into the room quietly. We didn't notice her for a few seconds, then Dan said, "Hello Baby." Ellen's face was red and she was breathing hard. ...
Jack led Ellen from the steam room and out into the shower room. He continued to lead her by the hand to the front of the pool house.He turned to Ellen and pulled her close, “I want you here. I want to fuck you on the ottoman.” pressing their two bodies together as he kissed her.Ellen looked around. The loud music that filled the room when she entered the pool house hours ago was no longer playing. The front room was much brighter and sunlit compared to the shower room. Through the open French...
AnalTravelling upstream on the River Rhine was slow work. Their barge was pulled by no fewer than eight horses. Still, the progress made against the strong current of the river was slow. And this was a swift passenger barge! The lower parts of the river had been much less of a problem. The party had crossed the Channel from London and arrived at Katwijk, Holland, the next day. Here, one of the arms of the River Rhine delta emptied into the North Sea. A first leg by river boat had taken them to...
The next day, I had several court appearances during the morning on other cases. We broke for lunch and I walked over to my favorite diner by the courthouse for lunch. I had just sat down when a heard that voice. “May I join you?” Before I could utter a word, He was next to me in the booth, not across from me, next to me. “Mr. Baxter, I’m sorry but this is highly inappropriate on your part. I’m your wife’s attorney and contact with me without your attorney present is a no no.” He said,...
Series 9, Episode 15: Ellen Rankin (60), from Stirling We fade in on a business park – a collection of small, modern, one and two story buildings, small well-kept shrubberies and flower-beds around them all, then narrow roads (double yellow lines on both sides to stop blockages) ... It’s a grey day and the roads and buildings look like they’ve been rained on very recently. We move along the road between two of these units, toward a particularly unimpressive and anonymous looking building –...
All the way home, my cell phone kept buzzing with texts from Baxter. Jim was following me home in his truck. We pulled into our driveway and I showed Jim how Baxter was blowing up my phone. His texts were, “I want you, Ellen. I know you want me too. Meet me somewhere ... anywhere. I want to kiss you, touch you ... make love to you.” “Honey, It’s been like that since the day you left. I’m going to have to change my cell number.” Jim said, “No, I don’t think so, Baby. When I’m done he will...