Reeled in and Ensnared by a devious wench
“Really Hargreaves this is quite intolerable” I railed at my butler as yet another desperate mother brought her ugly mean spirited daughter to meet me. The pretexts were quite ludicrous, but for some reason I was seen as quite the catch, an unmarried titled gentleman with a country estate, town house, his own hair and teeth and quite able to walk unaided being it seemed quite an extraordinary rarity.
I used my usual charm and wit, “Lady Charringfold what a delight!” I simpered, “How kind of you to drag yourself away from your gardeners potting shed and indeed his prong and grace us with your presence.”
“I thought you should meet my daughter Sabrina,” she said ignoring my barbs.
“Ah, bit flat chested for me,” I admitted, “And plain, like the Mona Lisa with the beak of a Toucan.”
“Oh Lord Mannington what a whit you are,” she laughed while supressing the urge to strike me down.
“Oh well Sabrina, down to business,” I joked, “Do you give head, do you do anal, do you charge by the hour or.”
“Mama this is quite intolerable,” she replied, “I should rather enter a monastery than marry such a brute.”
I laughed, ugly and stupid. “What with all those repressed monks, I bet you would!, they’d ravish you till your insides were red raw in an instant you stupid girl!”
“I meant Nunnery,” she snapped and blushed at her mistake.
Lady Charringfold finally succumbed to her rising anger and ordered, “Sabrina, you stupid girl, can you not see he seeks to humiliate you!”
“Sabrina, were you born stupid or have you spent the last sixteen years practising?” I enquired.
“Nineteen,” she replied, “And yes I must have been stupid to let Mama convince me to visit you.”
“Oh well, honesty has it’s own virtue,” I agreed, “I suppose I should make a cursory inspection of your parts to ensure you are pure, place your robes on the chair and display your parts for me there’s a good girl.
“I shall do no such thing, you repulse me sir,” she retorted, “I should fight to my last breath to resist you.”
“Fine words,” I agreed, “But with my fingers up your ah, innards you would see things differently, honour gone you would beg me to wed you.”
“I should sooner die,” she exclaimed.
“Really” I asked as I stepped forward and grasped her around her waist with my right arm. I lofted her skirts and under skirts with my left hand and unerringly pressed my thumb against her womb entry and sought the tender spot with my index finger.
“No please!” she pleaded but I pressed harder and in an instant my thumb was inside her and her cavern was moistening rapidly. “You are evil, truly evil.”
“And you my dear need cocking,” I intimated.
“Oh god, I hate you,” she replied and she put her hands around the back of my head and pulled me forward until our lips entwined and she kissed me passionately.
My member surged in uncontrollable potency and the fluids were released inside my breeches without our mouths once parting.
“Oh my lord, you evil witch, I own I just fouled my breeches,” I declared.
“Two weeks wedded to me and your heart will explode,” she snapped, “Shall you risk that.”
“Perhaps not,” I admitted, “I believe gentlemen pay as much as five hundred guineas to take a girls maidenhead, ah, her honour, so perhaps you will accept my cheque?”
“So you mean to buy me? Pay me to allow you to ravish me?” she asked.
“Sabrina, don’t be so hasty, we need the money,” her mother interjected, I ‘d completely forgotten the old bat was still there.
“No pay for the damage I did with my thumb,” I offered.
“You can afford to pay five hundred guineas?” the old bat queried.
“Very easily,” I agreed.
Sabrina looked shocked. “Mother would have spent every penny by Thursday,” she admitted, “Perhaps you could give me an allowance instead.”
“Yes, I don’t see why not,” I agreed, “I could set you up in an apartment, give you an allowance and a servant or two.”
“He want’s you to be his whore, Sabrina!” the old bat whined.
“That is an excellent suggestion,” I suggested sarcastically, “Indeed why bother with an apartment, you could move in here wth me and I could mount you where and when I desired,”
“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Sabrina agreed, “If you pay me an allowance and let me live here then I shall let you do as you will with me.”
The Mother and I realised Sabrina had mistaken my jest for a sincere offer.
“I was jesting,” I apologised.
“I know you were, but I was not,” Sabrina agreed, “At least its warm and dry here, Mama can’t afford to have the fires lit at home.
“Sabrina please,” the old bat hissed.
“Why Mama it is an excellent offer, like being wed but with a guaranteed allowance!” Sabrina laughed.
“But,” Sabrina continued, “Jesting aside I would rather be dead in a ditch than be tied you sir.”
I own I was severely wounded.
“I shall not tie you,” I promised but I grasped her hand and pulled her towards me, “But I shall mount you, and if you wish to receive your five hundred guineas you will allow me that
pleasure.”
“Oh well, if you must then mount me,” she offered, “But you can’t your bolt has been shot.”
“On the contrary my dear my sap has risen again,” I confessed as I dropped my breeches to the floor exposing my member “Bare your parts woman I wish to conjoin.”
“Oh, she declared.
“Good god what a prong!” the old bat gasped, as she saw my member fully extended “He’s hung like a prize bull!”
“Mother!” Sabrina protested.
Sadly the old bat continued, “All my life I have dreamed of being pronged by a member such as that.”
Of course my member drooped immediately. Sabrina laughed and my member rose again, “Sadly Mama it seems attracted to me and not to you,” she chuckled, “Very well sir, mount me if you will.”
She raised her skirts and sat back against my desk, I grasped her around the waist and somehow we conjoined, I know not how though I suspect she must have grasped my member and guided me into the correct orifice but quite suddenly I was in heaven, a tight moist, warm heaven and her lips too were there for the taking.
“Most delightful my dear, you fornicate excellently for one so recently virgo entacto,” I complimented her.
“I feel you are tearing me in half, violating me, prostituting me, destroying me,” she complained.
“Impregnating you perhaps?” I queried, “But this is a moment you will remember for ever.”
“My teats,” she complained, “They are agony, so constricted.”
I helped her push them out of their constriction and out into the day light and fresh air, and then I kissed her mouth and squeezed her teats as she held me firmly around the waist as I ploughed her.
“Dear god,” she moaned, “Oh it is too much, I fear I shall burst!”
“Be calm for in a moment I shall quench your fires,” I whispered and all at once my seed outpoured within her. A pulsing moment of sheer bliss.
“You are disgusting, both of you,” the old bat opined.
I gently slid my member from Sabrina now well filled innards and pulled my breeches up.
“And who asked you?” I queried, “Be gone we have matters to discuss now we have become lovers.”
“Yes, we must go,” Sabrina agreed as she tried desperately pop her breasts back into her dress with little success,
“Not you madam, I have not done with you yet,” I insisted, and I grasped her dress. The thin material tore easily, splitting right down the front, another tear and another and she was naked but for her corset and leggings, “That is how you shall dress henceforth.” I declared.
“Don’t be silly, I shall freeze when we go out walking,” she said awkwardy.
“Stupid girl,” the mother exclaimed.
“Yes mother,” Sabrina protested, “A stupid girl who earnd five hundred guineas in an afernoon, a stupid girl who hates her master yet loves his lips upon her and his prong inside her. Go home mother, the damage is done, I am ruined so I may as well stay the night, if you will have me?”
“Most certainly, but not until after supper, I’ll have you that is,” I said becoming confused, “Did you just propose marriage?”
“No, I just need more time, more prong time, more kissing, more everything, I am a stupid girl remember.” she insisted.
I rang for Hargreaves to show her Ladyship out, His eyes were out on stalks when he saw Sabrina, she for her sins covered her parts as best she may but spolied the effect by slipping two fingers inside herself as she did so.
“I feel empty without you inside me,” she confessed as soon as the mother was gone.
“It might as well be Hargreaves or a footman, or any other cove,” I ventured.
“They do not have country estates,” she said wistfully.
“No,” I agreed as I realised I had been played for a fool. But then again a whore available when and where I desired, no more awful mothers and awful daughters plagueing me, and a devious, clever, slender wench, one who may well remain trim enough to be pronged for a good few years hence.
“Do you really hate me?” I asked.
“Indeed. but I own I hate mama more,” she agreed.
“Then we shall announce our engagement in the Islington Gazette,” I ventured.
“I think I would prefer a legal agreement that I provide wifely services for a set fee,” she stated quite matter of factly,”
“You do not wish for our children to inherit my estate?” I queried.
“Oh damn you,” she sighed, “I had not considered that.”
“No, you have a lot to learn young lady and I shall enjoy teaching you.” My member was rising again, I should be worn out at this rate. “But frst make yourself decent and tell cook that there is one more for Dinner.”
“I am not your servant!” she snapped.
“Actually my dear, I believe that is exactly what you are,” I retorted.
“I am now your common law wife!” she said triumphantly.
Once again I realised she had bambozled me.