Tricked by the Lady Georhiana - Sex Stories

Tricked by the Lady Georhiana

... “Cut the laces Constable, let us not stand on ceremony,” Draco ordered and at once the Constable’s small knife was out from its hiding place and her stays and corsets cut free and all cascaded to the floor leaving naught but her stockings cloven to her. “Strip her!” Draco insisted and Dawkins and the Constable swiftly wrenched and grasped at the garments until she finally sprang free from them as naked as the day she were born, a thin scrawney excuse for a whore, one I should have not paid three farthings to plough to be honest. “So what say you Hardy, a shilling whore?” His Grace enquired. “Two shillings, a half crown,” I postulated rashly. “Then pay the wench and you shall do the honours!” Justice Draco declared. “But, I have but sixpence!” I apologised. “No matter we shall start an account young Hardy, write it down Dawkins,” His Grace ordered, “Mr Hardy two shillings for what ever service he may,” and I thanked god he allowed the sixpence, but no, “Hand the sixpence to the wench for herself!” he insisted. “Snap to it do the honours?” His Grace insisted, “For I own my breeches are bursting with lust.” “Then I must defer to you Your Grace,” I replied. Georgiana looked for an escape but there was none as the Constable blocked the doorway and Draco and Dawkins ushered Georgiana towards the bench set along the wall for the servants use. “On the bench!” Draco ordered and Georgiana half fell half sat on the bench whereupon Draco and Dawkin seized her legs and spread them ...

... widely and lewdly so they were in line from ankle to ankle with her woman’s parts and lips thereof lewdly spread and there the purpose of the holes and straps were revealed as they fastened one just above each knee and on just by each ankle to keep her legs spread to the utmost along the seat edge.. Her tears and cries were as nothing as her moistness betrayed her whorish nature as she craved mannish emissions. Her teats were swollen, even as her eyes dripped tears and the moistness spread from her parts to the seat. “Good god the little bitch craves me,” His Grace exclaimed, “You know I knew she were not mine form the outset,” he claimed as he threw off his jacket and scrabbled at his belts and waistcoats until his vast rotund belly hove into view all pink and wobbling and below his rod all short and fat like a pigs snout. I own I stared, stared in shock that he could ever expect issue from such a hideously miss - shapen appendage. I watched as he kicked of his breeches and advanced, grasping his manhood such as it was and on arrival he prodded it artlessly against her spread lips. By a miracle it entered, “Ughh,” he grunted his fat ass wobbling, and he started rutting at her as she looked away in horror. I felt for her, she looked so shocked and discomfited. “Good god girl do something!” His Grace complained, “Don’t just sit there like a sack of Turnips!” “Nug,” she said as she fought back tears. “Good god, I thought Mr Hardy said you were worth a half crown,” His Grace ...