1. Winning Lord H's daughter


    Date: 12/22/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Female exhibitionist, Lesbian, Fisting, Straight Sex, Masturbation, Romance, Toys, Author: abroadsword, Source: sexstories.com

    Winning Lord H’s daughter It was towards the end of Queen Victoria’s time. We were in my club, having a round of cards as one does. I am a very conservative gambler generally but the cards were falling my way that evening. I always set myself a limit but for once I was winning. One hundred pounds I had wagered and after some wins I now had some ten thousand pounds in chips before me. Lord H to my right was the greater loser but Harry Marchbanks and Tom Clancy had also lost quite heavily. Their losses and my gains continued until Lord H asked, “Will you take my marker?” “Afraid not sir, club rules.” I demurred fearing my hand was weak. “Take me daughter then,” he suggested, “What’s she worth?” “Which one?” I asked, “The pretty one?” “Damn you she’s but sixteen, no Rose, or Beatrice.” Lord H suggested. “Ten thousand for either!” I agreed and I added “All in!” and I pushed my remaining chips in. “Capital!" he cried, but his elation turned to despair. We turned the cards. He had mistaken a five for a seven. I won. “Collect her at your convenience tomorrow old chap!” I laughed. I went round the next day, clearly I had no intention of taking his daughter, some lesser sum would be agreed and honour would be satisfied. The daughters were present, the voluptuous Rose, darling of every soiree, and the studious Beatrice. “So which shall you choose?” Lord H asked. I sensed the trap. He wished to marry off the wench without a dowry. “Either,” I said, “I just need a whore for my ...
    needs.” Rose looked shocked to her core. Beatrice held me in an icy stare. “Which one will it be?” I asked. “I shall if Rose will not.” Beatrice announced. “You? Be my whore? Are you sure?” I asked. “Indeed, the offer is made, refuse it and the wager is void,” she insisted icily. “I need a whore mind you, not consort or mistress?” I queried. “Indeed,” she replied, “That is understood.” “Then disrobe and let us seal the bargain!” I insisted, taunting her. “What here?” she queried. “Indeed, that is if you agree?” I suggested, “I believe the sum of ten thousand pounds was the forfeit?” “Then so be it,” she declared. Now one accustomed to whores divesting themselves of clothing, or actresses stripping in a back street revue might well have died of boredom as the lady Beatrice hurriedly and ineffectively stripped off as many layers of clothing as a cabbage has leaves. Eroticism it was not. I almost felt sorry for the wench, indeed my member lost interest before she was half bare. I near sat down for a cigar and to read the newspaper it was such tedium. Finally she was down to her corsets and underskirt, “Leave the corsets on!” I ordered. “You said bared and bared I shall be!” she insisted and she loosed the corsets and stood in just her underskirt. “Your turn!” she announced, “Do your worst sir!” “And the underskirt,” I insisted. She lowered her petticoat. Her woman’s parts were exquisite.her . Her breasts acceptable, her thighs shapely, The finest of down adorned her pleasantly flat ...
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