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I couldn’t see if it was in her womb or ass hole but she had her hands on the chas hips as she sucked him so she didn’t seem to be in any distress or feel any urgency to escape. “Good god its Miss Katherine!” some fool interjected. He earned a slap across his face from the flat side of the leader’s sword for his pains. “Idiot!” the leader swore, “How can you mistake a street whore for my dearest daughter Katherine!” “Er well it looks like her,” someone else said from a safe distance. “Don’t be amateur ridiculous, you cannot see her face.” he snapped. “Looks like her ass though,” someone muttered. “Does a bit,” someone else agreed. “How dare you!” the leader swore and he stormed into the pub, getting as far as the porch before the bolted door stopped him short. “Open up in the name of the Lord!” he shouted. “We’re closed, private party,” The landlord replied. The door creaked and cracked as a burly yeoman put his shouder to it, finally snapping off at the left side where the hinges were and falling flat on the ground with a rending crash. I watched through the window as people looked around. “Oi that’s not bloody funny!” the Landlord cried. “Oh god its my dad,” the wench gasped, “Stop, stop I say!” “Bit late to change yer mind now Miss you been well fucked and that’s for certain,” Silas informed her, “Keep thee clothes on and legs shut if thee don’t want a fucking.” “Oh my god it is you!” the leader gasped, “You evil lying little doggy style slut!” “Hers quite well endowed,” someone muttered. “Get off me,” she shouted nearly biting off the poor blokes cock in the process. “They dragged me here and.” “Oy, you came of your own accord and asked for a fucking,” the Landlord insisted, “I been keeping a tally, that’s five crowns you made so far.” “Daddy!” she wailed, crocodile tears running down her cheeks. Spunk running down her chin, spunk running down her thighs. “You’re no daughter of mine,” he insisted, “Bar keep, here’s a sovereign, pray allow all my men to use your whore and then cast her out into the street, naked if you please, preferably when its raining.” “Very good squire, and about the door?” the barkeep asked. pov “Don’t push your luck, make her earn it!” the leader insisted, “Actually I quite fancy a go myself.” “Please sire,” I asked, “She is just a healthy young woman with the needs of a healthy.” “Whore,” their leader snapped, “Like her mother, a filthy dirty lying little whore.” “Better in bed than her mother, by the looks of it,” one of the hangers on said unadvisedly. “And what would you know,” he asked. “Begging your pardon sir,” a softly spoken elder worker advised.” But there ain’t no one on the estate what haven’t screwed your missus at some time or a nother.” Brunette “Silence,” Their leader bellowed, “Enough, have your fill of her and when you are done one of you must marry her!” Dead silence. “Begging Hardcore your pardon sir,” someone said, “What sort of dowry are you offering?” “What?” he replied, “None, she can very well earn her own keep flat on her back by the looks of it!” “Daddy!" the wench protested. “You’re no daughter of mine!" her father insisted. I pulled the thong off to one side and saw she had a nice little strip, just above her clit. “Pleeeeaasse…” Brunette She drew the word out as she began to grind her crotch down on Hank’s hardening cock. I get an idea. If not for me... for them?" My snatch clenched, the pleasure racing up to the tip of my futa-dick. If we get into the shower together, we may never leave the house that night. I was busy explaining how to mount the horse without the aid of stirrups and saddle amateur when she looked at me a bit puzzled. I laughed and told him that I’d try and arrange it. Some days it seems to Hardcore be non-stop. Glenda led me by the hand over to a spot just off the concrete. They were hidden under floating ice sheets, wearing scuba gear and all of the insulation and thermal protection they could get. I said, “Just looking at you sitting like that is amazing, You are lovely sexy woman Mariana.” “The flowers… I just figured… Y’know, flowers.” She applied the oil to her left leg. I slipped inside, eager for the freedom of it. “Don’t worry, doggy style I’ll keep my promise. At first I was pissed that pov he invaded my privacy but after a couple of days of pouting we managed to overcome my ire by invading each other’s privacy again. Her mouth opened, but instead of speaking Deana fell backward. “I will please you again …?