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Maria
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The last crumbs of supper lay silent on my platter. The last dregs of port had long since passed my lips.
The serving wench waited to clear the table.
“Maria?” I asked the maid, “Have you been plucked yet?”
“Gor Lummee me lord what a question,” she giggled.
“And a serious one girl,” I insisted, “I fear I need a dalliance, but I desire a chaste wench, not a strumpet so are you chaste?”
“You have a dalliance, your heart will burst you old fool,” she scolded me, “You must be sixty years old if you be a day.”
“I’ll have you know I’m not even fifty yet,” I countered.
“Then the world ent been kind to your face and that’s a fact,” she answered.
“Are you being insolent deliberately ,” I asked.
“Dunno what insolent be master,” she said, “But you forget all notions of poking me for my mam reckons you be me father and that’s a fact.”
“Damn you!” I cursed, “Daughter or no you can still suckle my member and take me up your ass.”
“Don’t want you over excited and dying on me do I?” she answered, “No you bugger off to bed and wank your self stupid you old fool.”
I admired her spirit, I bathed and went to bed. I admit I dreamed of fucking her and in the morning the rock hard bedsheets bore mute testament to my frustration.
I decided not to let the matter rest, I sought the maid out, “Maria,” I addressed her, “You were very rude yesterday,” I cautioned.
“Me Mam says I gets it from me dad,” she admitted, “Any road round it were only gods honest truth.”
“So you won’t let me bed you. even on pain of dismissal?” I enquired.
“I’d rather be fucked by half the blokes in the village one after t’other than have your slimy hands all over me.” she insisted.
“My hands are not slimy,” I insisted, “They are soft from years of idleness while yours are hard and calloused from hard toil.”
“And yourn heart is hard from years of usury,” she replied, “Mam said you was a hard hearted bastard.”
“Not a bastard technically, and I resent the notion that I am hard hearted.” I replied, “You certainly do not know your place do you girl?”
“I’m your daughter so as I should be living a life of ease not working like a bloody slave,” she complained.
“Laying abed all day like some enfeebled noble woman?” I queried.
“That’s right, I should not stir until after the noon bell rang across the meadows from the Church, and only then if the sun shone.” she said wistfully.
“Should have been a whore,” I suggested, “Not a servant.”
“That’s what I told me mam but her said I weren’t couth enough.” she insisted.
“I beg your pardon,” I exclaimed, “Not couth enough?”
“Uncouth, not couth enough her said,” she insisted.
“Oh well enough tittle tattle,” I suggested, “Back to work and think on what I said.”
I was deeply wounded and yet proud. If she were my daughter she had a spirit I could be proud of, if not I wanted her in my bed even more.
I suppose I could have forced her, but I feared a kick or a knee in the groin would be the result, so I bided my time.
It came with the next shooting party. I had luncheon set out in the barn and at lunch time we all repaired there, my shooting party friends and the men from the village who attended as “Beaters.”
I also had the village stocks brought and erected in the barn for reasons I did not disclose.
How ever the purpose was soon to be made clear, “Maria,” I ordered the maid who was busy serving food and drink to the assembled throng, “Come here please.”
I had a couple of trusted chaps on hand. “What’s up master?” she said insolently.
“You were very uncivil then other day girl, you need a lesson.” I explained, “You know the punishment.”
“I guess I goes in the stocks for a nice rest?” she replied.
“Exactly, in the stocks for a nice rest,” I ordered, “Seize her!”
She struggled manfully, in fact it took half a dozen to get her to submit and she still struggled even when her head and arms was firmly secured.
“I suppose you’re going to whip by bare ass?” she asked as we lofted her skirts to bare her backside.
“No fuck your ass my dear,” I warned, “Either you agree to come to my bed this even, or I invite, nay instruct every man jack present to sample you.”
“Rather that than have your slimy hands all over I,” she insisted.
“Very well, who shall be first,” I asked.
“Tommy Dawkins, he’s always eyeing me up!” Maria laughed.
Tommy was a fine lad, tall, muscular, shy, she knew he would run a mile rather than touch her with one and all looking on.
“Come on then Thomas,” I cajoled.
“I never done it afore,” he admitted.
“First time for everything,” I pointed out, “Come on lad, don’t let the side down.”
Maria’s skirt had fallen across her backside once more so I lofted it again to reveal her quite alluring rump and unplucked chuff and ass ready for our pleasure.
“Very well your grace.” he agreed.
Poor Lad, no sooner was his member out of his breeches and in Maria’s chuff than he shot his bolt, at least it greased the way for the others.
“Is that what all the fuss be about?” Maria queried, “Damn me I’d a become a Nun if I’d a known.”
“Shut it woman,” Old Tom the forested cautioned as he waved his member menacingly, “I’ve a portion of good English oak for thee that thee’l not forget for a while.”
Poor Maria her eyes near popped out of her skull as Tom rammed hs monster up inside her barely explored parts..
I stood beside her head, “I would have been more gentle,” I confessed.
“Harder!” Maria urged to spite me, “Fuck me harder!”
There was a splintering crash and the stocks post broke away from the deck we had fastened it to. The whole thing slewed around a quarter turn. Poor old Tom it nearly ripped his appendage from him, and Maria had clearly never experienced anything like it. “Agggghhh" she protested, “You trying to kill I or summat?”
I released her from the stocks, she was little the worse for wear and after I had a quart of ale brought to refresh her she was completely revived, or should I say rampant.
“Right who’s next?” She asked as she found a nice piece of fresh straw and laid there open legged with all her womanly charms displayed except her norks which remained firmly concealed under her buttoned shirt. “Big cocks two pence little uns a ha’penny.” she announced, “Well if I’m going to be an whore might as well get paid for it.”
“Capital idea my dear,” I said, “How much for me?”
“Thousand guineas,” she said flippantly.
“I think I will have to reconsider,” I admitted.
My mind raced, the church was nearby and I rushed thence on a whim.
The resumption of the shooting party was delayed until sufficient men had finished sampling her that we could proceed.
She looked quite bizarre. fully dressed above the waist and yet bared below as man after man expelled his seed within her, some used the brown hole turning her on her front for some strange reason but clearly she liked it from the shrieks of joy she uttered.
“Fancy treating your own daughter like that!” the girls mother accosted me.
“Madame I checked the church register and she cannot be mine,” I challenged, “I was in France until six months before she was born.”
“Could have swore she were yourn,” she said with a puzzled look, “Might have been Parson Greyson,” she said thinking hard, “Or that Butler chap.”
“Oh wonderful, now you admit it,” I sighed.
“Still now thee canst bed er can’t thee?” She suggested.
“I only found the register entry this half hour since,” I admitted.
“Oh well no harm done,” She declared, “She’ll bring I a bit extra in her pocket if her makes a go of whoring.”
I sighed, I still had not solved the conundrum of how to find a chaste maid to serve me, and now through sheer stupidity I had thrown away the chance to bed Maria.
I had my supper and went to bed that evening.
The bedroom door opened shortly after I put my bedside lamp out.
Maria entered, “Mrs Willers,” That’s my housekeeper, “Say’s I’m to wank you off into a chamber pot to save soiling your sheets.”
“Tell Mrs Withers to mind her own damn business,” I growled.
“Oh don’t be like that, you gentlemen is right miserable when you be frustered,” Maria sighed, “Sorry about me mam thinking I was your kid.”
“Hardly your fault though you were incredibly rude,” I countered.
“Look does you want a wank or not?” she asked.
“No!” I snapped.
“You can wank over me tits,” she offered and she lofted her smock over her head to reveal her lithe young body shining silver in the soft moonlight.
“No go away,” I insisted but she threw back the bedclothes anyway.
“Where’s Mister cock, Mister stiffy,” she cooed.
“What do you know of cocks?” I asked.
“Well I fucked a fair few this after, and the old butler he been giving me lessons inn wanking see.” she admitted, “Oh go on let I, I got to be up early.”
She pulled my nightshirt up and extracted my member. He swelled instantly.
“Nice Mister Cock,” she said stroking him.
“Look this is all very well,” I sighed.
“So shut up and enjoy it, least wi me a doin it thee shant go blind,” she ordered.
“Oh my lord that feels good,” I admitted as she stroked it and kissed the very end lightly.
Things were happening fast, too fast, “Get the chamber pot I’m going to cum.”
“Where be it?” she asked.
“Under the damn bed,” I swore.
“I reckon it would be nicer all round if thee came in I instead,” she lisped.
Her hand still gripped my cock but she swung around over me and with her knees each side of me she sank down onto my cock.
“See much nicer,” she cooed, “Now thee just lie still while I fucks thee.”
I was too near to my moment to be much use to her and I duly exploded within her within seconds.
“By lumme you got a good spurt there master,” she cooed.
“Perhaps, but I thank you but I would like to get some sleep.” I insisted.
“Me too,” she agreed, “But me beds all lumpy an hard not like yourn.”
“Oh my heart bleeds.” I replied sarcastically.
“So I’ll kip yer with thee,” she declared.
“Oh no you won’t Agghhhh!” I squealed as she twisted my shrinking cock.
“You was saying master?” she queried.
“I said that was an excellent idea.” I lied.
“That’s what I thought thee said,” she agreed, “Anyroad that stuff about me being yourn daughter were bollocks.”
“Fortunately,” I agreed.
“Turns out me Gran fucked your Da and I be thee sister like,” she declared.
“Oh to hell with it get some sleep Maria,” I insisted.
“Good night my Lord, If thee want’s to fuck just dig I in the ribs or summat,” Maria suggested.
“I will,” I agreed. “Goodnight.” -->
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