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[ChrisWard]

He turned and stood naked before her. His cock had never pounded with such force as he stared at his lovely Victoriana. He swept her up in his two arms and carried her back to her bed. He stood over her, “He stands at attention for you my sweet. It is you who causes him to strain and throb for you.” He looked down and indicated his stiff erection.

Next he lay down beside her. She on her back and he on his side, his hard dick rubbing against her hip. He reached over and closed her eyes. He allowed his fingers tips to brush over her body, lightly bringing it to awareness. He circled her breasts one at a time his touch was almost imperceptible but designed to drive her into a passion. The soft circles around her breast grew smaller and rounded her nipple then just rested on the tip. “Tomorrow we will, peruse the stables, the fields, the village, the woods. You will see the ponds and the river and Devonwood will be yours my sweet.” He continued to caress each breast then moved down to her belly and her sides. Scraping the back of his hand along the length of her body.

He began to hum then softly sing in a deep baritone voice, a gentle air called “The Greenwood Tree.” He traced the trinagle of her mound of Venus. Gently, gently as he sang. He brushed his hand across her maidenhair but did not touch her precious lips. As he sang she drifted between sleep and awake. He softly took her hand and placed it on his raging cock. It rested there. He wanted her used to its feel. She opened her eyes and looked directly at him.

 

[ChrisWard]

“Oui” answered Stanhope, “It’s for you. It’s all for you. My cock. My estate. My affedtion.
But, you must come to me my Victoriana. I vowed not to rape you not even to touch your beautiful little opening until you invited me in. Until you asked me to take you. When that is done, we will marry and you will in fact be mistress of Devonwood.”

As he spoke her hand moved sensually along the length of his cock. He spoke calmly but was a torrent inside.

“I long to see you submissive to me but mistress to all others. I want you imperious through the day. Commanding all within your sight. Then become the sex slave to your master at night. I want you to please me but fear the spanked bottom and the discipline even when we are wed.

I want you to weild that power over the serfs and servants of the house hold. Administring your own discipline. Do you understand?

When you ask me to touch you. To take you my sweet. All of that will be implied.”

He kissed her long and lovingly to punctuate his speech.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope realizes the girls head is awhirl with the effects of alcohol and that imprecations are a fool's game at the moment. He was enjoying her giggles and her abandon as she stroked his turgid cock.

He realized talk was for another time and applied his hungry lips to her heavenly nipples. His tongue swirled round the blessed jewel and he nipped them with his lips. He wrapped her tiny hand back round his swollen member and instructed her to keep playing with him thus and he would fairly swoon into heaven with her lovely touch.

He leaned back to admire, no, adore her naked form. Drawn with hypnotic gaze to her golden, down covered cunt. "Ah my sweet it is a golden cunt to rival Helen of Troy.

He held onto her hand and increased the tempo and the speed of her stroking his aching dick. Oh the wonder of her hand. The build up of tension and welling of his love juices as her delicate palm brought him closer and closer still.

His cock erupted adn he sighed and groaned. He held her hand in place to prevent her withdrawing it as the flow of his jucies ran over her hand and pumped onto her thigh. "Oh dont stop my sweet, you must finish me."
He pumped and thrashed about for a full minute as he released his semen in glorious spurts.

 

[ChrisWard]

Oh yes my sweet, sweet, Victoriana. Lie back and relax. Close your eyes and surrender to what you feel.

Stanhope applied light but steady pressure to Victoriana's golden mound. He gently began to move her pretty little cunt in circles. Her moisture increased and her clit and inner lips began to swell in response. She soon was undulating her hips in rhythm with his hand.

"Can you feel the build up, the tension, my sweet? Can you feel that your splendid cunt wants to take control? If you surrender to her, if you follow her she will give you something like I just experienced. Listen to her my Victoriana."

She moaned and sighed and felt her lower belly tighten and release as she concentrated on the feeling. "Enjoy it my lovely." he wet his forefinger in her mosture and began to gently stimulate her protruding clit. Softly , with lubricated finger tip he now drew the circles with direct touch of her clitoris.

She moaned and reached with her two hands for his wrist and applied more pressure than he was applying. "Yes my sweet, let her guide you use my hand the way you will.

She applied one of her hands to the back of his fingers and moaning she pressed it against her. She began to thrust and ride against the pressure of the hand. Faster and faster. "Oh yes monsieur, dont stop, Oh faster, harder.

She squoze her thighs togehter putting a vice-like grip on his hand and she pulled back on his wrist again with two hands. She began to shudder, Her belly tightened and lifted her shoulders off the matress. "AAAHHH oui, oui monsieur... yyyeeessssss...aaaahhhh."

Then she began to spasm on the bed and thrash her head about. She came and came. Stanhope was lost in love and adoration.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope smiled back at his lovely and the pair of them fell into a deep sleep. Stanhope awoke early and was downstairs going over the estate affairs and books. He needed to update himself of the goings on while he was away picking up Victoriana. There was a week’s worth of mail to read and correspondence to catch up on.

His mind however, kept returning to the preceding nights activities. Victoriana had now called him back to her bed and had brought him to a shattering climax, as he had done for her. He could not wait to see her this morning but she was tardy coming down to breakfast.

There were letters from the surrounding gentry hoping to meet Miss Victoriana, now that she had arrived back from France. Some were from families looking for a suitable match for a son. The vultures are out he thought. They were after Victoriana’s name and wealth. He had even encouraged this interest himself before he fell head over heels for the girl himself.

He pushed these letters to the edge of his desk with full intentions of pitching them into the fire. She should not even think of such things. He skipped out of the room to order tea and a hearty breakfast for the two of them. He would go up stairs and awaken her after that.

When he returned to his study. There was Victoriana, her back to the door. Intently reading the letters requesting introductions to the available new Miss Victoriana.

“Victoriana, I was going to pitch those. You have no need to worry over them.”

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope was petulant throughout breakfast. He had expected talk of last nights love. To further exploring Victoriana’s sensual body. Damn those letters and damn him for not tossing them in the fire before going to tea. Now he stared morosely at the object of his passion as she downed her breakfast. He toyed with an outright refusal to allowing suitors into the house. Who and when she married was up to him ,and, HE had decided to marry her himself.

But lasts nights joys came to his mind. He did not want another loveless noble marriage. He wanted her to choose him outright. He wanted her passion her lust, her body and mind freely given. He began to hatch a plan as he watched her munch her toast. He would use her desire to see the suitors as a lever to continue their games of last night. He would also find a way to make her choice of him a certainty.

“We must discuss this matter of suitors and grooms.” He stood up, took her hand and lead her back up to their rooms. Once in the room he sat on the bed and placed her between his knees. “Last night, I told you of my wish to wed you myself. We brought each other to satisfaction. We kissed and played with each other’s bodies. I still wish to marry you myself yet I would have you choose me willingly. I want your mind, your body , your soul my Victoriana. And, I would have you bend to my will. If you do, then I will allow suitors to visit. I will allow you free choice. If you do not submit to me…..you will see nobody. You will be restricted to Devonwood. I am your legal guardian.”

“Do you understand me?” She nodded.

“We shall see. Take those clothes off Victoriana, I would see you naked again. I will talk to you as you stand naked before me.” Now ask me kindly nicely if you may have suitors visit the castle. Convince me, kiss me , touch me….use your feminine wiles to gaod your guardian into giving in…….”

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope was moved by her beauty and more by her vulnerability. To see her once again naked and on her knees pleading with him. He longed for her love and the vivacious maiden he had dallied with the night before. He could not help himself from adjusting her head such that her cheek lay against his elongated cock as it strained within his trousers.

His hand reached down to caress her exposed nipples and he spoke lovingly to her. “I want us both to be happy my sweet. But I know that my happiness depends on your love. I am smitten by my lovely ward, more than you will ever know.” He moved her back up to sit on his knee the better to appreciate her naked charms. He settled shapely posterior on his engorged cock and continued his talk. I cannot deprive myself of our little sessions, even if you insist on entertaining suitors.

“You must promise to keep me in the list as your first suitor, to consider my affections as you make your choice. Consider my wealth my connections and my devotion. I will not take your virginity my lovely, that I promise. But I will continue our little games which will remain our secret all of our lives.”

“ I will instruct you in the ways of love. How to please a man. How to be the sensual woman. I have all hopes my lovely that you will use these skills in our own marriage bed. You will learn the art of love from me and submit to my ministrations or else you know the consequences.”

“Now kiss me my lovely and learn to probe the inside of my mouth with your precious agile tongue. Caress the nape of my neck and play with my hair as you do so. Learn by my moaning and my writhing, how to play a man like an instrument with your passionate kisses.”

 

[ChrisWard]

To Victoriana’s surprise, Stanhope stormed out of the room. She threw herself on her bed and bemoaned the fact that she had probably ruined any chance of meeting her suitors or retrieving her belongings or living any sort of contented life.

Just as quickly as he had bounded out of the room. Stanhope returned. He wielded a hairbrush in his hand - stormed up to Victoriana. She hopped out of bed and ran into the commode. Stanhope kicked the door down and was on her in seconds.

He flung her over his shoulder and transported her back to the bed where he swiftly tossed her over his knee into her old position. He began to paddle her bottom with the hairbrush. Round pink spots appeared after each smack. He continued until her entire bottom had changed color. She writhed and squirmed on his knee, much to his enjoyment.

“Your life is in my hands Victoriana, and you seem to have forgotten your manners. You can stay locked in this room forever if you like. Or, you can rethink your situation and your behavior.” He continued to smack her bottom as he spoke. She cried and pleaded, begged and promised.

He placed the brush on the bed and began to rub her stinging ass, pressing his cock into her thighs all the while.

His hand slipped down into the folds of her pussy and he fondled her pussy as he had the night before. “You can have all you wish, if you will submit.” Again he was speaking lovingly, tenderly and lubricating her clit with his finger. Her body had betrayed her by producing moisture as he rubbed her gently. He began to stimulate her clit earnestly and she writhed again, spurred on by the pain in her bottom and other feelings concentrated in her splendid cunt.

“Later, I will bring you lunch. You will have time to think.” He stood, plopped her on the bed, and he was out the door. Locking it from the hallway.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope came into the room four hours later with a tray full of sweetmeats, home made bread, steaming soup, and various cuts of meat. He placed the tray on her table and told her that her belongings had arrived from the Convent. On the tray were a stack of letters. “These are from suitors who would come and meet the Lady Victoriana.

You may have your belongings and these suitor’s letters my sweet and finally have your tour of Devonwood if you are ready to convince your guardian to grant your every desire. If you are ready to please me and petition me.
I want only your caresses and feminine wiles to convince me. Well, will you have a life of pampered luxury or shall we wrestle more. It is up to you.”

“Come kiss your loving guardian, my dear.”

 

[ChrisWard]

"Because my sweetness, you enflame my passions. You have lived only with girls and nuns. You know af sex, but you dont know about sex or about men. As you sit on my lap now you have already sent my cock into thoughts of your curvaceous body, the line of your breast, the slope of your ass and the delicate folds of your cunt.

My lust becomes so great that I must see you hold you fondle you. I long to win your will so that you offer yourself like a sumptuous feast to my eyes, to my hands and finally to my cock.

If you will not offer and invite. I become enraged my lovely and take you by force. I spank and strip you to press you into my will and to feel and see your loveliness.

It is I who am slave to you my Victoriana. The slave is always ultimately in charge, it is the irony of dominance."

He stood up and kissed her passionately. He caressed her back as he did so. Then through the flimsy material he allowed his hands to wander down to her sculptured ass and there he rubbed and explored, using the delicate material to heigten his sense of touch.

" Come and eat my precious. Eat and read and show your comely side and then I will bring you your belongings."

He took her hand and lead her to her chair.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope came around the table and kissed her as she sat at the table, having finished with her lunch and her list of suitors. “My sweet you can make any man perform any task you chose but you must learn to use sugar not vinegar. You are no longer dealing with the nuns. Learn to wind men around your little finger, with your little figure.”

She responded to his kisses and he was only too pleased to go and fetch her newly arrived luggage which was awaiting her in the foyer. He piled her valises and cases by the door and told her to choose appropriate dress for her tour of the estate and the adjoining town. He stood and watched her undress and dress for the occasion. At first she was about to ask him to leave but then rethought any address which might turn his mood. He had seen everyting she might wish to hide in any case.

You will be riding Victoriana, chose your clothing appropriately. When they finally emerged from the castle she was more at ease than she had been for some time, dressed in her own clothing. A groom stood with two magnificent animals a large black stallion and a chestnut mare. “I do not know your riding skills. Therefore, I told David to saddle Queeny for you. She is as gentle as a lamb. If you are accomplished and want more of a challenge, a stable of mounts awaits you. You may choose anyone but Charger here to be yours.”

Victoriana had seen, horses in and about the convent but nothing like these. These animals stirred her soul. They rode through fields and fields of grain, oats, hay, all tended by men and women who bowed, curtsied and called them “Mi lord,” “Mi Lady”.

In the village of Devonwood, shops and artisans smithys abounded all stopped their affairs to again greet “Mi lord,”and “Mi Lady”.

She loved Devonwoods itself with its thick growth of oaks and its many trails. The hosres galloped like colts through the cool pathways. Devon Lake was equally breathtaking. But the stables were the most spectacular sight of all: clean, airy , with row upon row of stalls and paddocks.

When they returned to the castle she was rudy with exposure to the air and with excitement over her new home. She could not remember a more glorious day.
A Lord,s repast had been set for them in the dinning hall and they sat to partake heartily.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope had a decanter of sherry brought to the table and poured a glass for each of them. “You see, my sweet , it is common knowledge through the town that you are the current Lady Lancanashire. You inherit the title from the late Earl , your father. Once you reached the age of majority you became, in fact, Lady Victoriana Gertrude Nottingham. The house servants all come from the village and they know what goes on here well before I do. They will know all about you.” He bowed, “MiLady.” He clinked glasses and they both drank of their sherry.

“You will please note the portrait over the fireplace. That is Lord Harold Stanhope the Duke of Devonwood during the end of the War of the Roses. Your family the Nottingham’s found themselves on the wrong side of the conflict when the vindictive Ricahrd III came to power. The gentleman you see pictured secretly took your family in here at Devonwood. He hid them, their wealth and deeds and titles for three years until Henry VII conquered Richard and united the Yorks and Lancasters and your family was returned to grace. Your family has been grateful eversince and that is why I was chosen as your guardian. The villagers here are well acquainted with the story and have an abiding resepect for both our houses.”

Victoriana, looked at the gentleman who bore obvious resemblance to her guardian and she pondered their four hundred year connection. Stanhope poured more sherry, desirous of a repeat of the intimacies they had shared the previous night.

He looked at her angelic face and his heart pounded. He devoured the slope of her shoulder, the curve of her hip. When she spoke he was transfixed by her pouting expressive mouth and the eyes that fluttered and accented her expressions so cunningly. Her hands flaoated like precious doves as she conversed.

He listened to her but pictured her naked and pliant before him. He must have her.

“Many of your suitors, he told her will be of your class, or they would dare not petition you. But I warn you that many of them have families in destitute situations. Their estates have been mismanaged, or squandered and they can not afford even the taxes. You will have to be aware that your monies and wealth will seem a redemption to some. It is my position to assure you end up with no fortune hunter. I have sent notice to the first suitor to attend a dinner given here next Tuesday.”

“Now my sweet, drink up and we shall retire. You have had a full day.”

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope lead Victoriana up the staircase to her room. He entered with her as has become his custom. Her head was again swimming with intoxication and he sang “Barbra Allen” in his rich deep barritone voice. As he did so he danced her around her room. She picked up the hem of her skirts with her delicate left hand and waltzed brightly around the room. He knew how to lead using his right hand in the small of her back and they skimmed across the floor together in a floating lock step. He admired her easy grace. She felt like a whisp of clouds in his arms.

An accomplished dancer, he flowed from step to step and sang with a vibrato which filled the room. Her head went back as he twirled through a sequence of turns. Then he kissed her deeply as they continued without accompaniment to tread round the room. The sherry, the day, the revelations, the singing, the dancing, took possession of Victoriana and as he kissed her he began to caress her breasts and the dancing stopped as they divested themselves of their clothing.

Naked they stood in the middle of the room and kissed and pressing their bodies together they explored each other. He swooped her into his arms and carried her to her bed. He lay her on her back and he lay between her legs his lower chest and upper stomach resting on her down covered mound. He kissed each of her nipples, then he took each deeply into his mouth and rolled his tongue around them. He pressed her ample breasts together and kissed each again passionately. He lowered his body and head till he was situated at her navel. He licked and kissed her navel, tonguing as a lover kisses lips and mouth. Then his tongue trailed down her belly till it arrived at the top of her golden maiden hair. He buried his face deep in her bush and kissed her for a full minute.

“Last night my lovely, I showed you how by my hand you could climax like a man. I would show you another way my lovely. Does MiLady approve?”

 

[ChrisWard]

He slipped down and parted the lips, which concealed her glistening flower. "Oh Victoriana," he sighed. The petals of this sweet, sweet rose put those in the garden to shame. In breathless awe he stared at her sacred folds and intricacies. Her exquisite cunt glistened in the room’s soft light. Holding her lips apart he moistened his lips and softly planted a loving kiss on her delectable blossom.

Her hips rose off the bed as she searched for the pressure she required and his head moved ardently back and forth. With his tongue he then traced around the outline of her mysterious rose. She moaned, sighed, and grasped two fistfuls of hair in her hands and increased the pressure his mouth applied to her glowing cunt. "Ah oui, mon maitre," she cooed. "Pleeeeease, monsieur."

She now interlocked her fingers behind his head and pulled him into her. He took her clit and inner lips into his soft lips and began to suck them in and out of his mouth. She began to pump and moan and he matched her undulations with his suction and release.

Victoriana stiffened and lifted all but her shoulders off the bed. Her stomach muscles tightened and she groaned loudly. He felt the tension, the constriction in her body and then brought his tongue to bear on the underside of her clit, feverishly licking as he sucked.

She began to quiver and yank on his hair. She wanted him to feel the sweet, sweet agony that was racing through her body. Then the dam broke and waves rippled through her stomach into her cunt. He sucked and lapped harder still. "Stop monsieur, stop," but still she pulled his hair forcing him into her. She cried out again and then the large waves crashed through her body. Her head whipped from side to side. She bucked violently. She clasped her legs around his head and squoze. Still he grasped her hips and continued his relentless sucking. Finally, she went limp. He gave her magnificent pussy one last kiss to which she twitched in response.

Then he rose up to kiss her parted lips. "My beautiful Victoriana," he whispered.

 

[ChrisWard]

The following week passed blissfully, Stanhope and Victoriana rode, played croquet, practiced dance steps, and toured the village. Stanhope showed Victoriana how to manage the estate, balance the books, and parcel out expenditures. “You must control your own expenses and make all your own financial decisions, my lovely. Far to many of the nobility has trusted their wealth to lawyers and accountants only to find that they frittered away their fortunes.”

To her enormous surprise he took out a second set of books entitled the “Lancanshire Estates.” He showed her that her net worth was in the millions of pounds and that her farm was self-sustaining. Stanhope had managed her affairs craftily and she possessed untold wealth and a stock of buildings and livestock beyond her wildest dreams. “I have a trusted employee running the estate but I have calculated your expenditures and income personally everyday since I became your guardian. It is a matter of family honor. We shall now go over your accounts together daily. You will pass them on to no one.”

In the evening she had become accustomed to his sleeping with her. He and she shared sexual exploits which constantly escalated in both passion and experimentation. Before they realized it Monday night had rolled around and the next day they were to entertain the first of Victoriana’s suitors. The earl apparent Malcolm Barton. He would arrive at two PM the next day. He was to be accompanied by his sister Clara Barton, as chaperone.

In bed that night, Stanhope pouted and would not be lead into any sexual games by the teasing Victoriana.

 

[ChrisWard]

Before the dawn he was awake and stared at his beautiful Victoriana. In her sleep she felt his stare and languidly opened her eyes. In the grey light he kissed her forehead. “I will be jealous today. I will want your eyes to sparkle for only me.” He kissed her on each eye. “I will want your brow to shine and crease for only me.”

“You will drive me to distraction my lovely.” He gathered her breasts in both his hands and pressed them together planting a kiss on each nipple. “My cock will be dancing for you as you look at him.” He took her hand and placed it on his prick, which ached for her. His hand found and fondled her bewitching cunt. You will be teasing me all the while my Victoriana and when we retire tonight I will spank your delicious bottom. His other hand caressed her ass, which was grinding slowly at the suggestive words.

I will bend you over my knee and first stoke you lovingly; your ass, your cunt. My fingers will explore you my sweet, then I will spank your delicate bottom until you say “Stanhope enough” then I will stop. It will be our magic word. As he fingered her pussy and kneaded her ass he whispered seductively into her ear. Then, I will lay you down and my tongue will tease, tickle and delight you. Here. He stoked her clit. Here. He traced around her inner lips. Here. He tickled her lovely puckered hole with his finger. Will you like that my sweet? Will you moan my lovely? Will you beg for more?”

“Tonight, tonight, my darling. I will love you like I have never loved you. But I have much to do. We have guests arriving.” He again gathered her breasts in his hands and kissed each nipple and then he was gone.

 

[ChrisWard]

Barton jumped taken aback by the collision. Then he regained his composure and bowed, "Malcolm Barton, at your service mademoiselle." He bowed deeply and kissed Victoriana's hand. "So pleased to make this long awaited acquaintance." he oozed.

Victoriana curtsied making sure that her ample breasts showed themselves to their best advantage. She wanted to bewitch the suitor whether she liked him or not. It was an enjoyable game and it would be delicious to have Stanhope insanely jealous. Malcolm was busy however at that moment, ensuring that his cravat and shirt sat properly on his chest after the collision.
Victoriana caught Barton eyeing himself in the foyer mirror and studying his own demeanor.

The evening passed with Victoriana enjoying Stanhope's suffering more than her companion for the dinner. He was enthralled with her breasts and the wasp-like waist and could not keep her eyes off her. She of course let her hand linger on Malcolm's and leaned over for him on every occasion. The fire in Stanhope's eyes warmed her deep in the pit of her stomach.

Malcolm was charming and bantered the evening away. He was attentive to Victoriana, definitely, but his constant checking of his nails, his running his tongue over his sparkling teeth, his concern with the creases and folds in his attire annoyed Victoriana.

There was another and stronger annoyance for Victoriana as the evening wore on. Malcolm's sister was obviously playing for Stanhope's attention. She laughed at everything he said. She leaned on his arm and even found an opportunity to press her breasts into Stanhope as she whispered in his ear.
Victoriana had never thought that Stanhope might also be the object of other's affections. "The little gold digger," she thought.

By the end of the soiree both Stanhope and Victoriana burned with lust for each other. Their jealousies fanned the embers of desire like nothing else had. The final hour of drinks in the drawing room saw Malcolm and his sister as bit players only. Victoriana and Stanhope were devouring each other with their eyes and longed to rut violently.

 

[ChrisWard]

“Me?” Stanhope croaked, tearing away her undergarments and carrying her over to the bed. He placed her over his knees and began unfastening the stays to her corset. “ You flashed your, pushed up tits in his face, from the moment he entered the house.” He had her naked and over his knee. “Did you want him sucking on your honeyed nipples?” he reached under her and rolled them in his fingers. “Perhaps you pictured him kneeling before you as you paraded completely naked.” He slapped her ass,” did you want him naked too?” He slapped her again. “Did you want to see his cock, Victoriana?” He alternated between attacks on her ass and intimate invasions of her soaking cunt as he continued his tirade. “Did you want to play with his cock, Victoriana? Did you want him touching you down here? Did you want his fingers doing this? Did you enjoy the lingering touches of his hand? Did you lose yourself in his eyes?”

Stanhope was now flailing away at Vitoriana’s ass taking all his frustrations all his doubts, his jealousies out on her jiggling flesh. Finally, she spoke their magic words. “Stanhope, enough.” He lifted her off his knee and lay her delicately, stomach down on the bed.

He began to kiss and lick her splendid red bottom. “Oh, Victoriana, I love only you. You are my shrine, my altar.” He passionately tongued and kissed her sweet puckered little ring as if it were a mouth, deeply lovingly. “You made me insane tonight, my love. I was about to kill both you and he.” He covered her cunt with his hand, “this is mine, only mine, it is food, drink and love to me.”

Stanhope snatched a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it under Victoriana’s hips. He then proceeded to slurp, lick, verily to devour Victoriana’s moist pussy. He moaned sighed and professed his love as he performed intimate sucks and kisses with her delicious cunt….

He was in a frenzy of love, a frenzy of passion. He sat up and sat her up inside his legs. He took both of her petite hands and wrapped them around his engorged cock. She had never seen it so extended. “Tell me you wanted me. Tell me this is what you want, my cock, my love. Tell me you love me. Tell me all, you must my Victoriana. My lovely, lovely Victoriana….”

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope watched her head descend upon his excited cock. He then watched her springy golden curls as they bobbed up and down on his rampant dick. Her soft pliant lips and the velvety caresses of her tongue sent him into paroxysms of desire, lust satisfaction. At that moment, with her deftly mouthing his cock, he decided to acquiesce to her wishes.

He would bring in every suitor she requested. He would suffer the raging jealousies in order to have her completely, totally, or not at all. His cock was near to erupting and he called out to her. "Four months, yes four months. You may have anything you wish. Just continue sucking my cock like that.
Finally, gloriously, he erupted. Holding her head between his hands, Stanhope spasmed out the most definitive orgasm of his life.

When he recovered he sat her on his knee and they covered each other with kisses, their hands intimately exploring each other's bodies."Victoriana, you may have your suitors. I will be a jealous maniac and will spank your delicious bottom for each twinge of jealousy. Then I will petition you for love. You are my sweet, sweet Victoriana and I would have you entirely mine. If this is the torture I must endure, so be it.

Now lie back my love and let me adore once more."

In the morning Stanhope asked Victoriana to arrange the time and place for the next suitor to arrive at Devonwood. As she rummaged through her mail, Stanhope was busily affixing restraints to the head and foot of the bed. "My sweet," he spoke " Tonight you will experience the blissful agony of restraint. Remember our magic words and you will be completely safe."

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope would broach no talk of Blackwood. He grunted "a bookworm" but would say nothing else. The idea of another suitor kept him grumpy all day. But Victoriana was bubbly. She enjoyed seeing Stanhope suffer and continually asked him questions about the menu and what she should wear. She teased him unmercifully all day. Tantalizing and goading him with her mood and her constant chatter.

That night when they retired he ceremoniously stripped her and fondled her sensitive nipples. Then he lay her on the bed and kissed her from toe to the crown of her golden head. He secured her wrists with the padded leather and felt restraints. He did the same with her ankles. She lie splayed on the bed. She loved the way he dotted on her body and enjoyed the adoring look in his eyes as she feasted on her beauty.

There was something intriguing, exciting, about her restraint and the display she made of herself. She felt seductive and vulnerable at the same time.

"So, you like to tease me do you my lovely. We shall see how you like to be teased." He stripped and lay down beside her resting on his elbow to observe her glory. With just his fingertips he began tracing little pictures and letters on her body. He lightly, gently, teasingly circled her nipples, the underside of her breasts, around her navel agonizingly slowly down to her precious garden.

Already she was arching her body for a stronger touch. She wanted him to pinch her nipples, to bite them, they wanted more. She asked him to squeeze, to pinch. He smiled and worked his soft maddening touch down to her clit. Barely perceptively he flicked his finger over her swollen bud. Licking like a serpent’s tongue, like the wing of a hummingbird. She soon was thrusting her hips into his hand and pleading with him to pinch it, to roll it around, to rub it.

He took the moisture, which was pouring from her and lubricated her clit but still softly maddeningly. He continued on to her little puckered hole and teased at tickled her.

"Would you, like to cum my sweet?" He then went at her swollen clit with vigor till her hips rose off the bed and she moaned and screamed with sexual tension. When she approached the edge. He stopped and went back to drawing on her body. The whole procedure was repeated again and again. She ached for relief. She swore to him that this time she would allow herself to feel nothing. But once again with the manipulation of her clit she fell into passionate wriggling and begging him to finish her. She pleaded, begged, promised.

Finally on the third cycle he clasped her clit and rhythmically circled and slid it up and down as if fucking and she exploded in an orgasm. But, when she asked him to stop he continued. She was bucking and screaming and he continued to stimulate her swollen clit. She had never felt such ecstasy but it was too powerful. She screamed and tried to clinch her legs together but could not.

At last he stopped and she was exhausted. She was covered in sweat and quivering when he undid her. She collapsed into him and gleefully rubbed her entire body into him.

"C'est Magnifique." She tweaked his cock and kissed him deeply.

 

[ChrisWard]

Lord Devonshire, Earl of Blackwood appeared with his mother and father at precisely 11 AM. It had been a terrible morning for Stanhope. He knew Ronald Devonshire well they were in fact neighbors Devonwood and Devonshire were adjoining fiefdoms; so the two families interacted for as long as Stanhope could remember.

Devonshire and Stanhope had attended Oxford at the same time. Stanhope was the athlete and Devonshire was the scholar. Because of their family ties they had remained civil to each other but they were in different crowds and had different interests. They never became friends. Stanhope knew that in Devonshire, Victoriana would find a young handsome academic. He feared losing her and he could not insult or reject Ronald especially now that Lord and Lady Devonshire were in attendance.

Ronald was graceful and erudite from his first introduction to Victoriana and the cut of her dress and her glorious chest was not lost on the fellow. Unlike the last suitor, Ronald was transfixed with her display of beauty and Victoriana had two men devouring her charms. Even old Lord Devonshire appraised and enjoyed her sensual figure. For Victoriana the meeting was a triumph. All eyes, all ears were bent in her direction.

The dinner surpassed the introduction. Ronald effused. Stanhope stewed. Ronald told stories and chatted expansively. Stanhope drank wine and brooded morosely. Victoriana enjoyed both immensely. It was all on her account.

Lady Devonshire opined after dinner that it would be nice if the pair went for a walk in the garden. They were to stay in view of course. But, it would give them a chance to talk. Stanhope was furious but bowed politely as Ronald proffered his arm and took Victoriana out to walk the gardens. Stanhope performed perfunctorily as a conversationalist with the old family friends and could not remove his gaze from the couple. The tinkle of laughter and the touching of hands drove him to distraction.

After a maddening hour in the drawing room, where Victoriana controlled the room, Old Lord Devonshire announced that it was time to depart. Stanhope was up like a bolt of lightning, to see them off. To his deep chagrin, Lady Devonshire quipped on leaving. "We shall expect the pair of you at Devonshire Manor next Monday. Arrive early in the morning we will make a day of it, riding, shooting, a modest dinner."

Goodbyes were issued; Victoriana received parting kisses on the cheek from each of the guests. Stanhope noted that Ronald lingered longer than the rest. They saw the retinue out to their coach and stood to wave them on. Then, Stanhope stormed into the mansion and up to his room. He slammed the door and went straight to bed.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope flung the door open and stood facing Victoriana, his cock was standing at full attention and he had fire in his eyes. He easily flipped her over his shoulder in one quick motion and carried her into her room. He strode to her bed and tossed her face down on the bed. He literally tore the clothes off Victoriana and despite her protests he soon had her manacled spread eagled to the bed. Her belly was down and her bubble ass rose delectably off the bed. While her splayed legs displayed her pouting little pussy saucily.

"Oh Ronald, what an intriguing anecdote." He quoted her comment from the dinner table. He lay on her back. He eased his cock along the crack of her glorious bum. He did not penetrate her. He remained true to his vow. He would wait to be asked for that. But she felt his long engorged prick sliding back and forth and she clenched his cock using the strong muscles in her ass.

"Did you want, that bookworm to fuck you Victoriana?" Stanhope was humping her ass at a steady long rhythm now. Victoriana felt his balls continually slap against her cunt as he reached the top of each thrust. She heard the slosh and splat of his cock as his juices covered his cock and lathered her ass.

"Did you yearn to suck his cock Victoriana?" He was fucking her at full pace now. The power and the tempo of his ramrod cock amazed and excited her. She was matching his frenzied pace. She fantasized on how this would feel if he were buried deep in her soaking pussy. She began to fantasy fuck Stanhope. He was breathing in her ear and over her sensitive neck. His voice changed its tenor.

"God I love you my Victoriana. You are such a beauty. So exquisite. So lovely." He humped madly at her ass and his hands slipped under her one tweaked and fondled her nipple and the other descended to massage her clit, imitating the same fucking rhythm as his cock. "I love you Victoriana" he repeated.

Then she felt the familiar tensing in his belly and felt the squirts and gobs of cum pump over her back, down her ass, lubricate her cunt, cover his belly. He emitted a surprising amount of sperm over the pair of them. She came with him and tightened her asses grip on his spewing member. She added her flow to his and he collapsed on her back.

"My beautiful, dove." Stanhope whispered into her delicate ear. "Why do you torment me so? Why do you drive me to such distraction? How can you incur my fits of jealous rage?" He stormed into her bathroom and emerged with her wooden hairbrush.

She had believed that the mutual orgasm had ended the session but know she perceived the truth.

 

[ChrisWard]

Stanhope raised his hand to deliver his first blow on her wiggling perfect ass, when Victoriana remembered their special words. "Stanhope, enough..." she screamed out. He immediately dropped the brush but he also grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and positioned it under her hips. Her spectacular ass and cunt now stuck out in even more tantalizing prominence. He gave her pretty ass a resounding slap then rubbed her pouting cunt as he watched her cheek turn pink. Next a slap on the other cheek. The two glorious pink mounds excited him and he spread her cheeks wide and she felt him plant a lingering kiss on her little ring. He tickled her little rose bud with his tongue and the unusual sensation had her undulating her little bum in the air.

Stanhope began to rotate his actions. He would smack her bum, then minister to her little ring in turns. The moisture oozed out of Victoriana's beautiful cunt and she moaned at the agony and the ecstasy.

Stanhope shifted his position. He knelt between her legs and beheld her in her wonder. He lodged another pillow under her hips; her splayed legs and her lewd positioning took his breath away. "You have no idea how spectacular you are my Victoriana."

He buried his face deep in her exposed pussy, rubbing her wetness all over himself. He breathed in the delicious odor of her excitement and his cock already swollen tried to burst through his skin. He began to lap up and down her glistening cunt, from the mound then on to her splendid ass. He lapped up to her tailbone then traveled back again to her mound. He kept repeating his erotic journey, stopping to indulge himself at delicious spots again and again. He adored her moans, her comments. He gauged when to stop and suck, lick, kiss, by her reactions. Sometimes she would cease her undulating and freeze and tense up her body, lifting her hips even higher off the bed. Then he knew to continue where he was. He had hit a spot that was sending waves through her responsive body.

He continued with these ministrations till his suffering cock could hold back no longer. He undid Victoriana. She swung around to face him and he led her head down to his throbbing cock. "Oh my Victoriana. Yes. Oh yes. Just like that. Oh please don’t stop. Suck, suck my lovely. Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes. God, yes more. AAAAahhhhh. Fuck. I'm cumming. Oh yes.."

Stanhope took his lovely Victoriana in his arms and they lay warm and contented with each other.