Not a chance.

Dear Sir Williard,

Well she is gone, it is now close to ten o'clock at night local time and my visitor has slipped down the hall towards the lift with a slight hitch to her gait. I expect that I have disappointed you, Sir Williard, and in a way I have disappointed myself but there was simply no way I could pass up on this lovely morsel; not last night in the garden and certainly not tonight in the privacy of my room. Especially not after my encounter with Dr. Miller's dark-skinned nurse. I can assure you however, that we did not rut on the carpeted floor of my hotel room like a pair of mating reptiles. Even I we had wanted to, Miss Peach's attire would have put an end to the animalistic frenzy, so instead of fighting the many layers of clothing I used the slow removal of each of her garments as foreplay.

I lifted my lovely blonde visitor from the floor and had her stand facing away from me holding onto the solid bed post while I worked on the removing her dress. There were over a dozen delicate buttons hidden in a tailored crease up the center of her back and I worked swiftly to free her from the cloth prison. I paused periodically to kiss the back of Miss Peach's neck, ear or shoulder, as the dress exposed more and more of her skin, with each kiss I told her in graphic detail how I intended to use her, my language, I'm afraid, was explicit and far too coarse to use with such an upstanding young lady, but she gave no sign of taking offense. By the time I pushed the dress open and off her shoulders she was begging me to take her using a most unladylike vocabulary of her own.

With the back of her dress finally fully opened my hands slid between the soft velvet and her tightly corseted ribs until I found her small breasts lifted and squeezed by the garment and fondled them through the sheer silk tunic. Her hardened nipples were easily located through the sheer material of her chemise and I fear I pinched and twisted at them with far more **** than I should have. The feeling of her moaning and squirming in my arms was electrifying and I returned to the problem of her clothing only with mixed feelings. Miss Peach did not object to the roughness of my touch, in fact, when my finally hands left her to lift the dress over her head she begged me not to stop. I assured her that I had no intention of stopping until I had thoroughly satisfied myself with her luscious body and filled her pussy with my cum. I then lifted the blue velvet dress up and over her head and she stood before me wearing only her undergarments, in reality I had not exposed much more of her skin as she wore a short sleeved tunic under her corset and both bloomers and petticoats over her shoes and stockings but knowing that I was now seeing her as no man ever had made my fingers tremble as I worked to loosen her tight lashing that held her waist impossibly slender and lifted her small breasts high on her chest.

Miss Peach's bustle was by far the easiest of all her garments to remove and when it landed on the floor near the puddle of blue velvet I could finally see the true shape of her lovely hips and derriere. It is at this point, your Lordship, that this once virtuous young lady twisted in my arms and tried to kiss me, but I stilled her slender form and stretched her hands high above her golden hair returning them once again to their place high on the carved bedpost. I sternly instructed her not to let go. I had hoped that by keeping firm control of Miss Peach I could also keep from succumbing to the heat of the situation, but as you will soon see, it did not work as well as I had wanted.

"Yes Sir," That pretty blonde cooed and she wiggled her hips against my groin in a most immodest manner "I am yours to command... and use." With my control slipping I wasted little time finding the hooks that held the petticoats around her waist and pulling them roughly from her waist. She now wore only a sheer tunic of pale silk, ruffled bloomers that hugged her hips and thighs and stockings that were clipped to the bloomers just above her knees; she looked rather like one of the erotic sketches sold to teen-aged boys in boarding schools. Perhaps unaware of just how desirable she looked, this cultured young citizen of our great British empire continued to tease me mercilessly using a vocabulary that I am certain was not taught to he by her governess until I found and untied the thin belt that kept her bloomers fast. Finally, with the undergarment pulled to her knees I was able to cup her soft mound in my palm and curl my fingers into the wet treasure that was her sex. Please understand, Sir Williard, that I only transcribe the following words to demonstrate how different these things are in New Delhi than we are familiar with back on Earth.

"Oh God! Do you feel how wet I am?" She growled "I don't want your fingers there, stick that fat dick of yours into my sore cunt and fuck me!"

"Where did you learn words like those?" I asked her as let out yet another most unladylike request.

"From my brother, Dr. Baxter. He has an even coarser tongue than this, when my parents aren't around." Sir Williard, I am an only child, but had I been blessed with a younger sister, you can be sure that I would done everything in my power to keep her from language like that, certainly not teach it to her. "Why?" She asked "Sir, are you going to punish me for my filthy mouth? Spank my naughty ass until I beg for your cock?" She turned as far as she could and smiled wickedly "Or are you going to stuff your rod down my throat so I can only moan as I suck you?"

Oh how I wanted to Sir Williard! I wanted to pull that sweet little thing over my knees and turn her white round bum into a shade of red brighter than the scarlet orchids I saw in the garden, and then put her on her knees and feel her lips and tongue service me,but I didn't for Miss Peach was a lady of high standing even if at the moment she was talking like a London whore. Instead I ordered her to the bed; she lay on top of the covers with her hands thrust under her tunic stroking her tits and fingering the pink slit between her thighs while I removed my clothing faster than ever before in my life. I am pleased to say that her teasing stopped abruptly when she saw the size of the erection that jutted from my groin.

"Oh my God in Heaven!" She gasped as she saw the length and girth of my manhood. "No wonder I've been so sore all day that I can barely walk." I climbed onto the great bed between her white thighs and fell onto her, pinning her slender young body beneath mine. She cried out again as I plunged into her less than a minute later, still tender from the night before. It was a fierce reminder that I was the only man on all of Rajah-4 who has felt the sweet pleasure of her sex gripping my shaft and I plunged deep and hard. I remember calling out in joyous triumph when I felt this wealthy debutante arch upwards against me and I pushed violently into her sheath. Soon the bed was rocking and her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist. I rode her without mercy and when she found her voice again and urged me on with all the crudeness that she had been using before until I exploded deep inside of her womb.

I must report an most remarkable finding Sir Williard. Usually after spending my seed, like most men, my member loses most of it's stiffness and it takes roughly ten minutes to regain a full erection. This evening I barely noticed a change in the firmness after each eruption. It is possible that this phenomenon has to do with the remarkable tightness of a woman so recently opened, but I think it is more likely explained by some element or natural phenomenon unique to this planet that also has to do with the 'Blush.' For the record, I ejaculated twice more in the next hour before Miss Peach had to take her leave and I think that with only a little stimulation I could have taken her a forth time.

I know that at this time I should be filled with remorse, I had a chance to redeem my deplorable actions of the night before and instead I compounded the gravity of my offense. I imagine I will have second thoughts come morning, but at this moment I can only report a great sense of achievement. Last night, bound to the bench, this wealthy daughter of a very distinguished family had **** as I ravished her, spoiling her for her future husband. I expected her to despise me, but instead I can only assume that her experience had been so fulfilling that she had sought me out again - this time of her own free will. I know that there will be other men who will in time get to sample this lithesome little nymph, but I am the man who first brought her pleasure, so much so that she willingly gambled her reputation so she could find this release again and again this night.

I should, while the details are still fresh in my mind, describe the manner in which we pleased each other, however, this encounter has exhausted me and I need to rest before I can write any more.