"Oooh Captain," she simpered, "That’s so, ah,"
"Big?" I asked. "See being bloody fucked ent so bloody bad is it?"
"Like a big warm supple candle, Surprisingly pleasant," she agreed,
"So what’s it to be lass." I asked, "Wed me or tek brass for the bloody fuck. Once I shot me bloody load in thee its for bloody life like, if thee can’t stomach it say now and I’ll shoot me bloody load over thee belly and say no more about it."
"And the money?" she asked.
"Fifty guineas," I said, "Not bad for shooting me bloody load over thi bloody belly?"
"Thank you kindly Captain, but shoot away sir," she insisted, "For I fear you cannot restrain yourself and I believe you have a kind heart under that blunt Yorkshire exterior."
"Thee want’s me to shoot a dose of hot spunk up thee then, does thee?" I asked.
She nodded, "Indeed I do," she muttered, "So do your worst Captain."
Me balls was bloody crinkling and me cock was bloody throbbing and suddenly it were too late for bloody pullin’ out and she was well fucked with me juice pumping in her like a pint of Newton and Ridley pumping from beer tap.
"How was that then lass?" I asked when I recovered a bit.
"Surprisingly pleasant Captain," she chuckled, "Next time perhaps you will bathe first so it is less like being ravished by a wild boar."
"Bathe be buggered, I fell in bloody Mersey yesterday," I explained as I pulled out of her, "Suck me bloody cock hard I want’s t’ fuck thee again."
"Only when you have asked me to wed you," she laughed
"I already did," I reminded her.
"I think not," she replied, "But you may suck my teats if it helps to rouse you." And with that she pulled her tits right out of her corset and ordered, "Off with your shirt I wish to feel your manly chest against mine."
"You ent got a manly chest," I laughed, "Quite the bloody opposite," and I pulled my shirt and vest off and held her close. Our mouths met, our tongues entwined. It don't matter much what they bloody look like wi your tongue in their gob, so me cock reared and before I knew it we was bloody fucking again. Bloody bint was insatiable.
We gave it an hour or so before we went back downstairs. Lord and Lady Mc was waiting.
"We’re getting wed," I explained, "If you’re agreeable like?"
"Absolutely old chap, congratulations," Lord Mc chortled, "Let us have the engagement announced in Lancashire evening post.
"Bugger that I’m a bloody sea captain," I explained, "We can nip down bloody harbour and I can do bloody marriage, no bloody need to waste bloody brass on bloody vicars. In fact we can bloody do it now."
Anyway her wanted her day in church so we’re getting wed official like, and do you know after we fucked a time or two her started smiling at me and her looks quite bloody comely if you squints a bit and the lights behind her. But at end of bloody day its what they fucks like what matters and she’s bloody champion and no mistake, even if she do come from bloody Lancashire.
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