Cursed Through the Generations – Excerpt 15

Cursed Through the Generations – Excerpt 15

  I ordered her to refill both glasses, which she did, still not looking in to my eyes, she seemed overawed by my presence. ‘You are a pretty girl, Elsie, do you have a sweetheart?’ I asked bluntly. ‘No! sir, not now, but I did have.’ she stated, falling in to my trap. ‘Drink your sherry, Elsie!’ I ordered her, ‘I hate to drink alone.’ she drunk her sherry thirstily, she was enjoying the taste of it.

‘Fill the glasses again, Elsie!’ I told her, ‘I’ll bet you know how to pleasure a man?’ she looked at me, a little doubtfully, and then the sherry kicked in and she began to giggle uncontrollably. ‘ I do! Sir!’ she said, then started to giggle again.

‘Would you pleasure me? Elsie, my sweet,’ I said, teasing her. She came over to where I was sat, kissed me passionately on the lips and began to unbutton my trouser front, before I had chance to protest, she had my erect manhood in her mouth, sucking at it greedily, wonderful!

I let her enjoy it for a few moments longer, then I told her to take off her breeches and lay on my desk with her legs wide open. Just like I had imagined she had sturdy thighs. She was born to be rode! She groaned as I forced myself in to her, then she rose off the desk, meeting me thrust for thrust, until we came together in a shuddering climax.

But I had not finished with her yet, I took off her top and as I had thought, she had lovely full breasts with large brown areolas and protruding nipples, There was lots more for me to enjoy, There was no urgency.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

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