George's Dilemma - Sex Stories

George's Dilemma

... thought George may not be a lot of things but he knew what to do to please her. Sally was reaching for George's pants trying to get them off, finally succeeding she turned to george's cock to try and please him as much as he was her. Though George knew that they were safe tonight, he'd devised a way that Sally would never have to worry about the damned redcoats again. All thoughts fled him as Sally grasp his member, taking all of him deep into her throat, god she loved the feel of him. Sally had loved George for almost as long as she could remember, George began to shiver in anticipation, the now familiar feeling that Sally gave him building in balls. Sally knew that he was close, she always loved to drink of him when he shot down her throat. "Oh Sally! You always know what to do ugh!" George said as he felt his semen building, then with a final thrust he emptied deep in her throat. Sally moaned as his thick fluid coated her throat and stomach. "UM George you so excited tonight, so delicious!" Howe and Martha were up and dressed after taking a bath together, Howe having thrown Martha over a table pounding into her as hard as he could. Martha had come close to passing out after he started to choke her, the orgasm she'd had was the most intense she'd ever had. George walked into the Mansion an hour later as they were all awaiting breakfast, excusing his self George washed quickly. After breakfast Howe and George discussed the safe guards George had implemented the night ...

... before. Howe listened intensely, this George was no fool, for all intents and purposes he seemed the perfect english gentleman. For some reason Howe wasn't convinced, to leave his gorgeous wife to protect his land and possessions was one thing but not with a better looking man in the same house as her. Hmmm then again, it might have to do with the fact that George couldn't satisfy her like he could, damn but she was a wild cat in bed, never had he had a woman excite him the way she had. Leaving the estate, Howe posted a few spies along the border to ensure that his fears weren't misplaced. For a week there wasn't any word of any unsual activity on the estate, or rather near it. Howe began to breathe easier good, so George and Martha weren't involved, then eight days after his visit, a supply line was attack and almost all of the guards were killed. Howe and his troops arrived an hour after the attack, following the tracks they seemed to go in several directions, huh? This was new reminded him of tactics he'd seen in Africa, what had they called it hmmmm ah! Gorilla warfare? Yes he thought, that was the barbaric term they had used. Splitting his troops up they followed different trails. All but one lead away from the estate, sighing Howe gathered his troops and rode toward George and Martha's. Stopping to question his spies, they reported that several men had moved past them earlier, there had been many gun shots so they'd hung far back not wishing to be shot for trespassing. ...