1. Sampling Cook's wares


    Date: 10/9/2023, Categories: Fiction Consensual Sex Male/Female Author: abroadsword 

    ... had provided.

“So do I have the position?” she asked.

“You are extremely forward, I feel there might be some friction so therefore I am afraid not.” I admitted.

“Now don’t be too hasty,” she said quietly, "When my master said I gave complete satisfaction that’s what I gave him, especially as his missus wasn’t too keen on hanky panly, I could do the same for you if you wanted.”

“Enough, I do not wish to discuss this further,” I insisted.

“Well think on,” she snooped. “You soft southerners aren’t liked much in these parts so what if I tells the magistrates that you forced me to do things I didn’t want to and that you pushed me over the kitchen table and had your way with me.”

“Are you blackmailing me?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, “So what do you say.”

“Over the tab,le woman, raise your skirts I shall indeed have my way with you and then kick you all the way down the street back to the station in nought but your hat and stockings.”

“You would not dare, I bet you can’t even get your end up without I gave it a little suck,” she insisted.

“With that we are in accord, your charms are completely wasted on me,” I concurred.

“Drop your breeches I’ll soon have him rearing like a enraged bull,” she replied.

“I have no desire to do any such thing,” I insisted.

“Well I do, I haven’t had in weeks since my former master had to go to a nursing home,” she explained.

“Dear god woman, what kind of strumpet are you?” I demanded.

“One with needs,” she ...
    ... admitted, “So what is it to be?”

I thought a moment “Well to be honest it is quite a while since I enjoyed a gallop, over the table end and bare your rump and I shall cock you to ecstasy.”

“And do I have the job?” she enquired.

“That very much depends on how you perform,” I added, “Shall we?”

Her face turned a ghostly shade of pale as her bravado left her.

“Come come,” I cajoled, “Bend over the table, I shall raise your skirts and you just think of the glory of our English countryside.”

I took her hand and guided her towards the kitchen table, she bent at the waist and I raised her skirts. She had nothing below except the tapes holding her stockings up. She was not comely at all but there was a neat puckered brown hole and a larger pink slot pouting at me.

I dropped my breecches and my member eagerly sprang free, rigid with the purple veins standing prominent and my helmet rampant. The purple head almost found his own way between her moistened pink lips and I easily drove him fully home.

My hands were on her mounds in a moment, sliding under her dress and up her bodice to squeeze her teats, she gasped and gasped again as my member stretched her innards to the utmost.

“Do you like that?” I asked, “Is that what you wanted?”

“Do I have the job?” she asked.

“Make me cum,” I husked, “I want to fill your womb with my seed.”

“No you must withdraw!” she said but already I was pumping my seed deep within her.

“There you’re done,” I chortled, “The ...
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