Tricked by the Lady Georhiana - Sex Stories

Tricked by the Lady Georhiana

... complained, “I own the wench is not worth as much as a penny a poke,” he added in abject disappointment. “Allow me Your Grace,” Dawkins suddenly ventured, “Constable. your truncheon if you please,” he requested and upon the Constable’s reluctant acquiescence he took the shiny ebony baton and pressed it at His Grace’s ass hole or thereabouts so thoroughly buried were it among the folds of flabulent skin around hs buttock region. “Oh that’s the ticket Dawkins!” His Grace cried and it was self evident that thereupon he let fly with his seed. “Was the wench satisfactory?” Justice Draco enquired. “No, she needs a damned sight more loosening up,” His Grace complained, “It’s like poking the eye of a needle. If it hadn’t been for Dawkin presence of mind I’d have been poking till Micklemas to no avail.” “Then two shilling’s and sixpence?” Justice Draco enquired. “Two shillings be damned, three farthings is more like,” His Grace expounded, “Let the yokels at her to loosen her, that’s the answer!” “Three farthings,” Dawkins repeated. “Write it down man,” His Grace insisted as he wiped his now shrunken appendage, “Have it branded across her ass, cross her forehead if you will, three farthings a poke.” “Mr Hardy, I believe it is your turn next?” Justice Draco enquired. I saw his breeches were swollen, “Oh no sir, I should defer to you as you will have pressing business elsewhere,” I declared. “Good man,” he replied and without even dropping his breeches below his knees he was upon her, ...

... his manhood fat and stout stiff and ready preceeded him as he knelt before Georgiana and rammed himself firmly within her wet cavern even as His Grace’s turgid slime oozed forth. “Ugggh,” he grunted as if with delight as her parts engulfed and squeezed and pleased him, yet he tempered delight with decorum so as to maintain the fiction that she worth naught but a half penny and a farthing for her charms. His buttocks firmed from long hours of whore chasing and cuckoldery flexed with practised urgency as he pistoned furiously into Georgiana until her eyes widened to the size of saucers or so it seemed and her mouth gaped open and she looked me in the eye with a look of puzzlement as if she could not understand why I had deferred to Draco instead of taking her myself. “Ne’er mind young Hardy,” His Grace commiserated, “Your turn next.” “Oh no sir, there is Mr Dawkins and the constable,” I responded, “In any case she is not as voluptuous as I desire.” “Then you shall sample the fat cow!” His Grace said, “As my darling cheating, cuckolding wife shall now be known!” and he stared at Dawkins, “Fetch her man!” Dawkins look of horror was one to behold but scurried away and returned scant moments later, with Georgiana‘s mother following, “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded. “I know your secret,” His Grace snapped, “You have cuckolded me!” he blustered well no more, it is the whore house for you!” “Promises, promises,” she sighed, “Now if that is all I shall return to my books.” ...