A townhouse in London around 1860
Miss Jane Highley, a young woman from a good family has fallen upon hard times. Jane has obtained the position of companion and chaperone for the Hon. Miss Eliza, elder daughter of Lord and Lady Forthampton of Strood. Jane has accompanied Miss Eliza on a visit to her betrothed John, Lord Danescombe, the heir apparent to His Grace the Viscount Vickers of Bromley by Bow, in his father's townhouse in London.
It was the third private meeting betwixt Miss Eliza and Lord Danescombe, or Lord D as Eliza called him. Just Eliza, Lord D. Jane of course was also present as chaperone. They sat in the small but sumptuous appointed front sitting room which looked out over the busy street and the small park and square beyond.
Jane sat quietly reading her book as her charge Miss Emily chattered incessantly to Lord Danescombe's evident irritation.
"Very interesting my dear but tell me," Lord Danescombe, enquired earnestly when his patience was finally exhausted, "What are your views on fornication?"
"Fornication my dearest?" Eliza enquired in evident alarm.
"Indeed my dear, for we shall be required to fornicate or to fuck as the peasants have it, when we are married," he explained, "For how else shall we conceive an heir?"
"I suppose I shall submit readily enough," Eliza suggested awkwardly.
"Mere supposition?" Lord D continued, "And what do you suppose fornicating or is that fucking entails?"
"I am not sure my dearest," she admitted.
"Oh," he said on evident surprise, "Now do you see I am a man of the world. A veritable connoisseur of the art of fornicatory actions. Not a man to be sated with a lifeless lump of flesh to hump but a man needful of a warm blooded rampant tigress of a mate who may set the bed sheets ablaze with her passions."
"Jane," Eliza enquired urgently, "Is this seemly?"
Jane looked up from her reading, she felt uncomfortably moist between her legs, she blushed as she looked at Lord D's rugged and bearded face. She gazed at his broad shoulders and dreamed of his rippling musculature hidden within his shirt and breeches.
Jane considered her reply carefully, "I feel it must be decided at some stage my dear Eliza, It is probably better settled before the marriage is entered into than afterwards when one or both parties may feel aggrieved."
"Oh what wisdom," Lord D laughed, "And how many Cocks have you had madam. Cocks, Dicks, Members, Penises, or is that Penii?" he asked.
"That sir is between myself, the good lord and my future husband," Jane laughed.
"And I expected a protestation of purity," he replied.
Jane considered carefully, at twenty one she was three years older than Eliza and perhaps more worldly wise. "You sir are not courting me, you are courting Eliza, or had you forgotten?"
"My apologies," Lord D confessed, "But you have a likeness to a whore I sometimes fuck at the Exmouth Arms."
"No sir, I am afraid I do not frequent the Exmouth Arms," Jane laughed.
"Jane please!" Eliza pleaded, "Why are you both being so horrible to me?"
Jane sighed "His lordship merely wishes to know how often he will be allowed to force his swollen member within your womb after marriage."
"Miss Fotheringay, I feel you are now exceeding the bounds of propriety," Lord D complained.
"But fear not," Jane continued, "My Lord may aver he has the member of a stallion but in all honesty a gentleman's member more nearly resembles that of a stoat or weasel."
"Miss Fotheringay enough!" Lord D insisted.
Jane continued to tease, "I dare say you would barely notice whether he entered you or not."
"Damn you," he cried, "She would notice all right, why she would scream and shout so loud the entire street would know. " He stopped mid flow, tricked my Jane's teasing. "Ah. I mean."
"You would hurt me?" Eliza asked anxiously.
"So it would seem," Jane agreed, "I do believe his lordship enjoys the hurt and humiliation of mounting unwilling and unfortunate maidens more than he relishes the thought of making love, which is why he speaks so crudely of fucking rather than of love making."
Lord D stood abruptly and faced Jane, "Damn you woman, still your tongue or god help me I'll mount you!" he threatened.
"A clear example of his brutish nature Eliza," Jane commented, "Cross him and he will tear your robes and your bodice and bare you where ever he pleases and mount you with no consideration what so ever!"
"Oh Jane, oh what a horrible brute I am set to be engaged to!" Eliza exclaimed.
"Does he not excite you sweet Eliza," Jane asked, "Does your heart not warm to him, does your womb not grow warm and moist at the thought of him forcing his member deep within you?"
"No!" Eliza admitted, "Take me home please!"
Lord D laughed "And you Miss Jane? Does your womb grow warm and moist at the thought of my member forced brutally within the soft lips of your sweet scented quim?"
"Perhaps not sir," Jane replied, "Perhaps I am as impervious to your charms, as sweet Eliza seems to be."
"So what would turn your head," Lord D enquired, "Ten guineas, fifty, an hundred, name your price."
"I am no whore!" Jane declared mischievously.
"Yet you work as a servant for far less remuneration than a whore would receive, does that not make you lower than a whore? Name your price woman for I wish to show sweet Eliza the nature of my passion and you shall assist me."
"One thousand guineas," Jane demanded and she looked Lord D clean in the eye.
"One thousand it is then," he laughed as if it were a trifle, "Now disrobe, I wish to fuck you."
"Money first if you please sir," Jane teased, "Now enough of talk of fucking."
"Enough indeed," Lord D agreed. He advanced upon Jane as she smiled at the joke. The thought of the noble Lord mounting her was so laughable, so definitely unlikely as to be absurd, though she knew she would not so much as raise a finger should he seek to ravish her.
His manliness over awed her, his presence, his power, his manly beauty it all combined to make her very womb melt into a searing volcano of lust.
"My Lord," she gasped as he stepped forward and grasped the shoulders of her gown. "Please!" she said as he slipped the garment from her baring her breasts.
"John, enough, My Lord desist!" Eliza protested as he began to attack her chaperone.
"Oh my lord," Jane gasped as her gown slipped to her waist revealing her sweet mounds and straining teats, "My Lord My money!" she pleaded.
"Be still wench," Lord D replied, "Your teats betray you, your body is as desirous of coupling as mine."
"No!" Jane lied but as her gown slid further groundwards taking underskirts and underthings with it so to her shame her engorged and moistened quim was revealed as fully aroused and desirous and ready for a fucking as any alley-cat in heat.
"No John," Eliza cried but Jane was bared. A mountain of fabric entrapped her feet but from her knees to her necklace she was entirely bare.
"My money my lord," she pleaded despairingly as he fumbled with his breeches, "Please, I was teasing!"
"Your teats betray you madam," Lord D insisted, "Your quim glistens, your cheeks flush, your lips glow ruby red. You crave me woman, you crave a good solid fucking!"
"Dear god," Jane protested, "I am so sorry sweet Eliza, but I fear I must sacrifice myself."
