“I thought we’d see some serious banging,” Cook announced.
“Like a sack of spuds,” Reynolds the head gardener announced.
“Dear god how many of you are there watching us fornicate?” I asked.
“One , two,” Cook started counting.
“Fourteen sir,” Angleby announced, “This really does seem to be a sham.”
I was trying to hold myself in, but her warm quim juices were rousing me and my needs had to be assuaged.
I began to hump against her, “We had better put on a show.” I suggested.
“Kiss me,” she said, “Tell me you love me.”
“I shall not lie though your womb does seem surprisingly compliant,” I whispered.
“And your member is warm and stiff yet soft at the same time,” she admitted, “I imagined much worse.”
“If I press against you thus, shall you bear it?” I asked.
She gasped as I started to hump and grind my crotch against her clitoris, “Oh yes, yes, press harder, oh my lord!”
I found myself in full flow, humping at her and kissing her ear like she was a whore. My member was rampant, all thoughts of shrinking were banished and I forgot about who Lucinda was and concentrated on my own pleasure.
It seemed like I humped at her for hours but was probably minutes. She had not the Harlots art of making me expel before I wished so she could take another, rather she seemed shocked at her own pleasure until at length I felt the rush of climax approach.
“I must withdraw.” I whispered.
“Ah indeed not sir, we must see the seed implanted.” Angleby insisted.
“Don’t be an imbecile!” I retorted but it was too late. My balls were emptying fast. Gout after gout of silver grey cum was shooting along my shaft.
“Oh Oh Oh!” Lucinda gasped as waves of passion overcame her until we both collapsed completely spent.
“Thank you sir, thank you madam, I think that will suffice,” Angleby announced, “Shall we leave the wedded coupe to their further fornication.”
They filed from the room.
We remained locked together, then my member began to swell anew.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“I’m getting hard again,” I smirked, “It looks like your lucky day!”
“Is this usual?” she asked.
I thought a moment. “No usually on completion a whore wriggles away to seek a new customer, but I own it is not unpleasant.”
“Oh, I suppose I must submit?” she enquired.
“Well you did promise to honour and obey,” I reminded her.
“And you to love an cherish,” she replied.
“Look this is just a fuck, no more,” I explained, “No love, no.”
She kissed my face, “So fuck me, show me what I have been missing,” she taunted.
“Damn you I will,” I declared, “Take that!” I rammed my meat into her as hard as I could.
“Harder, harder make me cum” she taunted
“You mock me at your peril,” I retorted as I slammed into her once more, “Take that!”
“Ohh!” she protested, “Harder, harder!”
I slammed into her, riding her like a two penny whore, using no compassion nor consideration what so ever.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she was taunting.
“Fuck be damned, I going to shoot my load and drown you in cum!” I warned and with that I let fly.
Her mouth was opening and closing silently like a landed fish, “Ohhhhhhhh,”she finally uttered.
“So how do you find marriage?” I taunted.
She too thought a moment, “I will decide presently, it depends if this is a flash in the pan for I own I find myself quite pleasantly surprised, it was quite intense and that gushing of fluids, well it was quite extraordinary, and yet strangely satisfying.”
“You were not entirely repulsed?” I queried.
“Indeed not, though the duration was a tad deficient, but surely you can work upon that?” she queried or was it taunted.
“Very droll,” I agreed.
“Shall we take our supper before resuming?” she asked.
“Resuming?” I replied. “ I thought we should have satisfied the lawyers long ago.”
“Not the lawyers, me, I am not finished with you yet, not by a long chalk!” she laughed.
“But I thought?” I queried, “I thought you loved other ladies?”
“As I do but your, ah, member pleases me,” she admitted, “Though I own a maids fist has more staying power.”
“What?” I demanded, “I beg your pardon.”
“A maids fist,” she explained, “Less supple, less explosive but longer lasting,” she looked me in the eye, “Oh don’t look so miserable,” she sighed.
The thought of a maids fist deep inside Lucinda shocked me to the core, fingers and thumbs I was used to seeing at the whore house but a whole fist!
The image was disturbing, my member began to swell anew.
“Oh, good, are you ready for round three?” Lucinda asked, “Do you know I think I could grow to like having a man in my life.”
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