"And you are absolutely sure?" I queried as Rev Peasbody assured me that the young woman in his care was still pure.
"Indeed My Lord," he affirmed, "And of age sir, five guineas sir I believe is the agreed fee."
"I don't doubt your word for a moment sir but how can you be sure?" I asked.
"Regular inspections My Lord," he assured me, "It would be unseemly to have a fallen woman in my house so I inspect her regularly."
"And she agrees to such indignity?" I questioned.
"Indeed sir," he smirked, "And indignities besides, why her mouth sir is as soft as a badger fur, and her rear is the utmost delight and available at will."
"May I see for myself?" I enquired.
"Of course," he agreed, "Girl, come here, show the gentleman your vagina."
The girl entered the room. A vision of health and beauty. Her golden hair scraped up into a bun and pearly white teeth. Young yet womanly. Neither tall nor short. Her charms hidden by a shapeless white smock. Clean and wholesome. my member stirred.
"Yes Your Reverence," she said anxiously.
"Show your vagina," the reverend repeated. The girl looked confused, Raise your smock and let us see your genitalia," she still looked confused, "Your cunt," he ordered crudely, "She is from the lower orders you see, sometimes one has to use lower order language as polite euphemisms are completely pointless."
"Raise your smock and let the gentleman examine you," he sneered. "He wishes to purchase your honour which will go some small way to repaying the kindness I have shewn you."
"And give you the chance to ream her," I thought to myself.
"No Please, Your Reverence," she protested, "Not that."
"Hush girl, now display yourself, on the table and raise your smock!" he ordered.
"But Your Reverence!" she protested
I smiled my best smile. "Have no fear my dear, I have no desire to harm you," I assured her, "It is just I have a predilection for being the first to sample a woman's charms."
"You wish to take my honour my Lord?" she queried.
I replied out of consideration, "If indeed you still retain it, and your belly is flat and breasts womanly and you are bathed and fragrant."
"But My Lord," she protested.
"Ungrateful girl," the Reverend chided, "There is no cocksman to match his Lordship where virgins are concerned. You should be grateful that it is he who will ease you into womanhood so that you might at last begin to earn your keep."
"I thank you Reverend," I replied, "I had no idea my member was my claim to fame."
"Indeed sir, many is the girl who has commented on your kindness and consideration ," he confirmed.
"So she is well used to intimate inspections," I queried, "What about her mouth and rear, are they regularly inspected?"
"Indeed sir, she has to earn her keep," he replied.
"The delivery boy and such like I presume?" I suggested, "Or do you take your own pleasure there."
"The delivery boy is welcome to use her facilities If it affords a special price My Lord." he replied, "For myself I own I take some relief there when the demands of my flock become otherwise intolerable."
The odious man repulsed me. I felt sorry for the wench. "On the table please my dear," I cajoled.
"Dear god man she is from the lower orders, order her, not merely request!" the Reverend cajoled.
"You forget yourself sir," I snapped, "Did not the Lord state all men are equal?"
"Men My Lord," the Reverend replied, "Not stupid girls."
She sat on the table and slowly, nervously, raised her smock. Her cunt was really rather sweet, just a light covering of golden down and a sweet pink spit peach awaiting my member.
"Knees apart my dear I need to check you are intact," I suggested.
Reluctantly she parted her knees.
I gently ran my fingers up her silky inner thigh, she shivered slightly.
"Manners!" the Reverend hissed.
"Her rear has been well reamed I take it?" I enquired.
"Indeed My Lord," the Reverend agreed.
"Then let us proceed," I suggested as I ran my other hand up her smock and playfully squeezed her left teat. She shivered. My fingers explored her peach. I stroked her clitoris with my thumb.
"Five guineas sir," I said and I reached into my pocket and handed the Reverend the coins.
"I thank you My Lord," he replied.
I eased her knees further apart, there was no chance to see inside her so I reversed my hand and pressed my thumb firmly inside her. She screamed. I felt the hymen part.
"I shall take her for the week, have her sent round," I stated, "I shall pay you a further Two guineas for the inconvenience, that is fair I believe."
"Most generous My Lord." he agreed.
"What is her name?" I queried.
"I really have no idea," he admitted, "I call them all girl when they arrive and whore when they have been ruined."
"Whore, that really is too crude for such a delightful creature," I confessed, "I shall have to call her something more suitable, cum bucket or some such."
"Shall I have her dressed up in some finery," he queried. "I can purchase the same for a small consideration.
"Just a smock, barefoot, otherwise naked, and send her on your donkey, and not sidesaddle." I insisted, "Good day."
I left the house with a flourish. Prime ripe cunt awaited me, then on an impulse I retraced my tracks. And just in time, the Reverend was about to sample her himself.
The poor girl had her legs wide with the Reverend before her, his robes raised and his member rigid and resembling that of a donkey ready to ruin her for ever.
"On second thoughts I need a cunt now, come my dear," I announced.
She scurried past the Reverend even as he struggled to pull up his trousers.
I swept her up onto my horse and sat behind her grasping her firmly by her breasts as she took the reins.
"I want to fuck you till you scream with pleasure," I whispered as the horse took us steadily home.
"I doubt it will be pleasure sir," she said sadly, "Agony more like."
"Show some respect!" I hissed, "I am your Lord and master, I offer you consideration and you respond with contempt."
We rode on in silence and soon entered the driveway to my house high on the hillside which looked west across the valley into the setting sun. The serried ranks of windows sparkled and the stone shone in its honey coloured splendour. It was no Chatsworth with but ten bedrooms but neither was it some mean rectory which the girl was used to.
I went first to the kitchen, "Mrs Briggs, bath please!" I shouted.
The aged cook waddled from the pantry where she had been idling.
"Dear god as if I ant enough to do without cleaning your whores," she sighed.
"Watch your tongue woman or I'll upend you and give you a good reaming!" I threatened.
