He takes her again

"I'll have to return you to your family eventually, Lady Marlton." Charlotte's heart sank when she heard Black Brand's pronouncement, but then before she could turn away he added in a lust-filled voice: "but before I do I'm going to have you in every way a man can take a beautiful woman." She could feel Mr. Fuller's member thickening inside her and she moaned softly in pleasure as he began to slowly grind against her pelvis enflaming her desires all over again.

"I am your prize to plunder, Black Brand." Even to her own ears Charlotte's voice sounded throaty and alluring. "What excites you the most, Mr. Fuller? Would you have me begging and pleading for mercy as you ravish my treasures and fill my unprotected womb with your virile peasant seed, or now that you have despoiled me, do you want me to actively help you - like a London doxy coaxing her John to a climax so she can get paid and move on to another customer?"

Randy was so surprised by Miss Marlton's bold language that for a moment he stopped his pleasurable rocking against her hips.

"Where did a refined lady like you learn about London whores and their ways?" Randy grinned in satisfaction at the way Miss Marlton blushed at his question, she really was a delightful mix of worldly passion and innocence. He rocked forward gently, marveling at how easily her tight sex was reviving his member so soon after he had spent himself.

"From a book." Miss Marlton breathed out huskily as she rocked under him. "It part of the tale of a young lady whose father died suddenly leaving her in the care of an old business associate of his. That guardian was a lecherous villain, attempted to use his position to make shocking demands on his young charge."

"You mean that depraved associate wanted to lay her on her back like this?" Randy grunted as he began to pick up the pace of his fucking. "Did he succeed in his wicked intentions?"

"No," panted Miss Marlton as she tried to explain even as Randy was enjoying her, "the heroine, Kathleen, escaped to the city, but once there with her money rapidly dwindling, she learned that few people in London were willing to help her. Finally in desperation she decided to sell her body like so many other poor young girls." In spite of the very real distraction of rocking in and out of Miss Marlton's wonderfully responsive body Randy found himself intrigued by her tale, he paused long enough for both of them to regain some control.

"So instead of losing her virtue to her corrupt guardian, she sold it to a complete stranger?"

"That's exactly what the poor gentlewoman resolved to do," Lady Marlton nodded in agreement, "until she met a woman of the streets who took her under her wing."

"So our heroine didn't become a whore after all?" Miss Charlotte grinned up at him and wiggled her pelvis mischievously, sending waves of pleasure cascading through his member. "Not in the fullest sense of the word," she explained. "Not like this, but her mentor renamed her Kate, and taught her how to stroke a man with her hands and use her mouth to please them, sometimes even letting a man use her breasts like her sex to bring him to fulfillment."

"And not one of those Johns decided to pry open young Kate's legs and take her?" Randy laughed at the unlikelihood of that happening. He had known rough men who took advantage of the whores and trollops making their living on their backs and he didn't give a pampered young lady much of a chance against the likes of them.

"Maddie, the woman who helped her. gave the sweet girl a poultice to rub on her privates that made it red and ooze pus as well as smell like a polecat." Miss Marlton explained, and Randy acknowledged that a ploy like that was at least a plausible contrivance. "By the last few chapters though, young Kathleen allowed herself to fall in love with a mysterious gentleman who seldom spoke and who wore a mask to conceal his identity." Randy chuckled softly at the romantic twist the story was taking.

"So she did, in the end, let a stranger claim her precious cherry for a shilling or two?"

"Well yes, but it turned out that the gentleman in question was a young lord she had known in her prior life. He always waited for Kate because she reminded him of the Miss Kathleen who had vanished from her house over a year before. Lord Blackstone only discovered her secret when he ruptured her hymen." Miss Marlton took his face in her hands and smiled up at him as she finished recounting the story. "He dared not believe that it was really her, not until he realized that Kate was no common whore." For a second Randy almost believed that king of fairy-tale could really happen. "It was lovely, they were married the very next month, and lived happily thereafter."

It was nothing but bullshit! Randy decided suddenly angry at the unlikely romantic ending to Lady Marlton's storybook. That privileged young aristocrat might have saved her maidenhead for her future husband, but not this one! Randy turned his attention back to the matter at hand, more determined than ever to show Lady Marlton what a man will do to a woman given the chance.

He pulled her knees up to her ribs to change the way she felt under him and used his full strength to drive his newly hardened shaft deep into her. In this new position, his delightful captive could no longer distract him with her silly tales, instead she moaned and grunted under him much like the street-walkers in her story. In the morning, Randy decided as he pushed as deep as he could into her, he'd let her use her hands and mouth like that hapless maiden in her story, but then he'd have her bend over this bed and he'd mount her like a bull covering a milk-cow.

"I wish your father could see you like this Miss Charlotte." Randy mocked her, "I'd like him to see how nicely his chaste daughter moans as she is being fucked by a common sailor!"