The Sex Trader

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

I was afraid that he was going to hurt me more then my first thought of family.

"Nay.. NNNNNAAAAAAAYYYYY" Screaming to the top of my lungs.

Yet once more my body betrays me and the waist moves to his. How was this possible?

Shortly after many hard thrusts, I had moaned and my eyes darkening as I looked at him with a look of fire and burning. My hot cunnie biting on his cock that was filling my need and heat.

I pulled the bonds hard and left red welts on my wrists and ankles. Moaning as the pains were washed away by that feeling of fullfillment. Until I lurched from orgasm after orgasm with swift cresendo to that rutting pace that I was moving with and the last scream as I had left more blood and white liquids on his enlarged lil Georgie

One mistake was that closeness of his skin to my lips, first it was a gentle kiss then the second one was a bite of lust.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

Her bite was all he could take. The end of the cock binding cord was pinched and pulled freeing the release of his seed into her milking depths as he pinched her clit and twisted it.

"Cummm slut! Cummmm again and again on me cock as I spray and flood your tight cunnie with me seed," he moans out as his swollen balls empty into you in a seemingly endless stream of cum.

 

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

Another moan as the wash comes from him to me. A great urge to jerk to him and once more thrawted by the bonds.

 

[Gray Lord]

Duke Edward

Edward lay in his bed, he couldn’t fall asleep, his mind was in the next room. He lay there thinking about how innocent she was, so pure, not like the harlots in the court. They were nothing but powdered prostitutes anyway. Holland was different, she was clean and beautiful, she needed not powder or paint on her face. He buried his face in his pillow trying to rid his mind of hers.

“Aaargghhh,” he moaned, “what am I going to do.”

Maybe I can sneak back in there, slip into her bed before she realizes it, and take her? Yes, that’s it, that’s what I’ll do.

He climbed out of bed and slipped his long nightshirt on, quietly tipping to the door, and quickly jerked it open.

“Aaaahhh,” he screamed as the unexpected figure scared him, his heart going into his throat.

Holland also screamed in surprise.

“What….you doing….” He stammered.

Then it hit him, she was coming to his room. He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her close, he pressed his mouth on hers and kissed her with passion. Holding the back of her head he worked his mouth on hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He didn’t grope her or fondle, poke or prod, he just held her gently and kissed her. He broke the kiss and pulled her into his room, leading her to the bed. He gently pushed her down and toward the middle of it, climbing back into the warm bed himself.

I will have you this time lass, like it or not I will have you. He said in his mind.

She was in his bed now, maybe of her own free, maybe not, but she would be his. He lay across her and kissed her neck, up to her ear and back down again. He wrestled with her night shift, trying to get it off her tender young body. He pulled it up over her head and tossed it to the floor. He fell to her breasts, her beautiful soft firm young breast, he took a nipple into his mouth sucked it hard, squeezing the other one.

“Oh Holland,” he panted. “I want you.”

He pushed his hand down between her legs and held her maidenhood. Then his head followed his hand, he spread her legs with both hands and kissed her fur-lined cunnie. His tongue licking between the folds, tasting her, inhaling her. His cock with fully aroused and tangled in his nightshirt. He raised up on his knees and pulled it over his head tossing it with hers. His cock standing out over her naked body.

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

Lord William was taking a long drink of the port, to strengthen his resolve when he heard her voice.

”Lord Hackberry,” she said in a no-nonsense manner. ”You've been expected. Would you care for tea -- or is something stronger more to your liking?”

He turned to the speaker, but was unprepared for what he saw. He choked on the wine, causing it to exit through his nose. The woman before him was broad, hugely broad. He grabbed the hankie from his shirtsleeve and held it to his nose, catching the port. His idea of Lady Julia had been all wrong, she was not an ‘old withered up hag’, she was a barn.

“Excuse me,” he apologized, leaning forward so the wine wouldn’t soil his shirt. “I must have swallowed wrong.”

He took the moment to look closer at the woman.

This is not the Lady. he told himself, looking at the ‘barns’ clothing. This is just a servant.

“No,” he said. “I’m fine. Forgive my boldness, but I have taken a liberty and poured myself a port. Forgive me, please. I just don’t seem to be able to drink it properly.”

He sat the glass down and wiped his face dry, stuffing the hankie back into its hiding place. He stood erect and very formally placed his hands behind his back.

“Now then,” he began. “Yes, I am Lord William Hackberry. I’ve come on a request by the Lady Julia Pomeroy. A matter of business.”

 

[Holli n Hunter]

Holland in the doorway

The door fles open and I let out a shriek.


“What….you doing….” He stammered.

I was about to explain and he yanked me to him and began to kiss upon my lips. My duty as a nymph was to seduce men wasn't it? Maybe I was doing it without really trying hard. He led me to the bedside and moved me to it.

While upon it I caressed his head and gently stroked his ear and gave my best sultry smile. He stripped away my shift, and began to suckle on my breast.



“Oh Holland,” he panted. “I want you.”

The way that he was moving over my body I was indeed that nymph.

"Then come to me, mortal and I shall give you the blessing of the woodland"

He stripped away his clothes and I touched his hardness and that was all it took before he was on fire and his breath was quickening

 

[Gray Lord]

Duke Edward

“Then come to me, mortal and I shall give you the blessing of the woodland.” She had said.

“Huh,” Edward said, glancing down at Holland. He had no idea what she was talking about but he would play her game. “Yes bless this,” he added, grabbing his hard cock and shoving it toward her face, to her mouth and past her lips. “Bless this poor mortal’s wooden log,” he groaned shoving his cock farther into her mouth.

He spun around on her, throwing one leg over her head and dove between hers legs. He hooked his elbows under her legs until the backs of her knees where in his armpits. He licked at her slit, lapping up the sweet nectar of this woodland sprite, as his hips fucked into her face. He hadn’t been this aroused in a long time, not since he had taken the Kings youngest cousin.

“Aaaahhh,” he moaned as he felt his cum stirring in his balls.

He found her virgin clit and sucked it hard, thrumming his tongue across it. He felt the cum rising in his cock and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Aaaaahhhh,” he grunted as his seed spilled into Holland’s mouth.

Jet after jet of the hot thick viscous liquid shot from his cock and into her mouth. Before his orgasm was finished though, he released her legs, pulled his cock out of her mouth, and spun around again. Getting between her legs, he jammed his cock into her sweet wet cunnie, past her now broken maidenhood and deep into her body. He looked down at her, seeing his first orgasm running down both sides of her beautiful face. The site spurred him on as he fucked into her sweet young body.

“Bless me now Holland,” he grunted, fucking her hard. “Bless me now little wood nymph.”

His second orgasm hit him hard as he jammed his cock the full length into her. Her tight wet pussy wrapped around it like a silken glove.

Uuuuh, Uuuuh,” he panted as he spent himself in her. “Can a tree give you that,” he said smiling down at her.

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle

I looked at Zil'lee after I was moved to the bed and I fought the confusion that was in my heart, it was wrong for a woman to kiss another. Yet Madame said that it was to keep awy the fevers.

I felt hot from the closeness that we were sharing on the bed and managed to get from the covers and see Madame's touch to my body. I let out a shudder and then a moan.

“Look Chantelle, look how the flame dances in her eyes. Is it not like looking into the heavenly night sky. Is she not a ‘princess of the night’? Madame remarked.

I nodded she did have a fire in her eyes and I felt the warmth that seems to come from my friend. I watched as they kissed and felt left out.

“And you my sweet, you are as lovely as the bub of the ‘moon flower’, so new and fresh, waiting to blossom. You are like the pale tendrils of the mist, carried on dawns cool breeze.”

I felt the kiss on my lips and the way her tongue glided across mine.

“Thy taste of wicked innocence doth set my heart aflame,” she quoted the line from Sir Jethro Tull, her favorite poet. “Look Zilly, she is the pale dawn before the sun. Kiss her Zilly, kiss her and taste the new day.”

Yet the building of passions and the way that the room warmed. I felt the wettness on my thigh and yearned to release. I lowered my hand to Madame's own place. Touching the waters that left her body and grazing my fingers across the Madame's clit. The way that she shuddered and where her arm crossed and her hand touching sweet Zil'lee

"mon amee.... " I twisted slightly and kissed Zil'lee's lips and then pulled back and lied back on the bed as I felt my own body shudder with a need.

 

[Cinderella]

Lady Julia Pomeroy

"Indeed," she said in response to the tail end of Lord William's announcement to Martha as she walked into the room. "And here I am."

Lady Julia Pomeroy crossed the room, the crisp black silk of her rustling like leaves on an autumn day. She'd matured considerably since her husband's passing, learning much from the solicitors who handled Waverly's affairs. She had been and continued to be an eager pupil, refusing to be suppressed or possessed by any man -- ever again.

Holding out her hand, Julia took in the measure of Lord William of Hackberry. He wasn't especially tall, and he wore his brown hair long and pulled back -- as was the fashion. His eyes were also brown -- quite unrevealing, she felt and his face wore a look of surprise which he quickly masked. Curious she thought, though perhaps he had not expected someone quite so young -- and that amused her.

"Lord William." She greeted him curtly, almost as a peer. If it was unacceptable, so be it. Julia could always offer her utter desolation at being suddenly widowed at twenty one as an excuse for her lack of etiquette. Oh, yes. She intended to use her bereavement to her own best possible advantage.

"Shall I stay or go, M'Lady?"

Julia answered without turning to look. "I think you may go, Martha. I don't seem to be in any immediate danger here."

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

“Indeed,” she said in response to the tail end of Lord William's announcement to Martha as she walked into the room. “And here I am.”

Her words were as a spell cast upon the room, which held time to a halt. He could hear the birds twitter outside the house, his horse nicker, the murmur of the servants’ voices in the next one, even the rustling of her mourning dress, but time was slowed. She stood before him, as an angel in black silk, all his focus upon her face, her perfect face, circled by her auburn hair. Hair the color of leaves that shimmer with dew on a crisp fall morning when the rays of the new day first touch them. Her lips were the soft velvety red of the rose petal after a light rain, moist and tender, and her cheeks held a hint of the same red blush. Her skin was the soft opalescent pink of the perfect pearl, snatched from its motherly shell. He saw it all, saw it in an instant, in less than the beat of his own heart he saw it all. He saw the gentle curve of her neck, like the grace of the swan, and the swell of her breasts as she breathed. However, it was her eyes that held him, her eyes that pulled him in and held him. The blues of all the skies of eternity faded against the blue of her eyes, the Sapphires lost their brilliance, and dimmed, and the oceans turned to gray. They held him and drew him like a lodestone. He watched, fascinated as her lips slowly parted and her breath come out.

“Lord William,” she said, breaking her own spell.

William quickly regained his composure; taking the tips of her fingers lightly in his hand, he bowed slightly bringing her hand to his lips and brushing the back of it.

You old goat, he thought. You perverted old goat. You had this abed and you preferred a lad. May you rot in Hell Pomeroy.

“Shall I stay or go, M’Lady?”

Julia answered without turning to look. “I think you may go, Martha. I don't seem to be in any immediate danger here.”

“Indeed M’Lady, you are in no danger here,” he reassured her, releasing her hand.

He stepped back from her to maintain the proper distance for a Gentleman to an unmarried, although widowed Lady. But mostly he stepped back to gaze on her again, to take all of this wondrous creature in, this personification of nature’s perfection. But in the back of his mind he began to feel an anger. It occurred to him that Pomeroy had probably indeed bedded her. The thought of Edgar Pomeroy’s bent gnarled fingers caressing her white flesh appalled him. His wet slack lips upon her ‘rose petals’ sickened him, and his stomach churned. He stepped back again and picked up his glass of port, downing the reminder of the glass, and poured another, downing it as well.

“Pardon M’Lady, for I have taken a liberty,” he apologized, indicating that he had poured a drink without being asked. “It has been a hard ride here, and I am feeling somewhat tired, or perhaps I am enchanted by your beauty.”

Pomeroy, if you were alive today I would slit your throat myself. Even in your death you disgust me.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

"Aye wench that's it Cum with me and admit what you are, a hot and lusty wench who wants what lil Georgie gives ya," he says as he continues to rut into you as his cock spews more and more seed into your milking, gripping depths.

 

[Cinderella]

Lady Julia Pomeroy

"Please, help yourself," she said, but didn't move until she heard the drawing room doors close completely, signalling Martha's exit. Julia loved her dearly, but Martha had become almost like a watchdog in the nine months since Edgar's death. Sometimes she felt as though she had stepped out from under her husband's thumb only to have it replaced by dear old Martha's.

Satisfied that Martha wasn't still hovering about, Julia met Lord William's gaze and held it as she unfolded the bill of lading she had contacted him in reference to and held it out. She watched him as he perused the document -- overlong, she thought. The man obviously knew what it contained.

"I am hoping you will appreciate my... dilemma, Lord William" she began quietly, though there was a resoluteness in her voice that told him that she would brook no nonsense nor tolerate any prevarications. "It appears as though you sold my late husband some merchandise."

Lord William looked up at Julia who arched an eyebrow, adding "A young boy. A boy, Lord William. A boy who is nowhere to be found on Waverly grounds."

Julia straightened her back as though she were steeling herself against his answer, but before he had time to speak she continued on. "Now this means one of two things in my mind. Either you reneged on the sale and my husband never received this... merchandise," she almost spat the word. "Or you had it delivered somewhere other than here. In either case, I am holding you accountable for an explanation. All that before we venture into why I should not contact the authorities about what I discern is the true nature of your business."

Julia walked to the sidebar and poured herself a sherry before sitting on the brocade-covered settee to await his reply.

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

“Madame,” he began, “as to the nature of my business. I am but a humble……. employment agent. I merely find those that are stricken with poverty. I take them into my loving care and give them shelter and food. I train them with a skill that will give them game full employment. This Bill of Lading, as you call it,” he tossed his hand in the air as if to indicate it meant nothing, “is nothing more than a contract entered into by your late husband, may God rest his soul, and myself for the training and employment of a lad trained as a…….as a Lords Assistant.”

He walked over and filled his wine glass again, continuing.

“A lad to clean the mud from his Lords boots, or to make sure that his snuff tin is full.” He added patting his own in his vest pocket. “Or perhaps to fill his wine glass,” he turned back to her, holding up his own glass, bowing his head in a gesture of thanks.

“But I assure you Madame, there is no wrong doing here. As far as the lad is concerned. I know not of his whereabouts, but if I should come across him I shall have him whipped for running away, that is if it pleases the Lady.”

William tried to sound stern, but he knew if he did come across the lad he would have him beaten and returned back to his Manor for farther training. As far as Julia was concerned, he was confident that his explanation would suffice, she was after all just a woman. Certainly the most beautiful that he had ever seen, but still just a woman. He looked down at her seated of the settee, her eyes showing no signs of emotion, her face impassive. The thought of her not believing him began to fester in his mind.

“As far as the lads’ delivery, Madame, he was picked up at the port city by one of your late husbands agents. From there I know nothing of what may have transpired.” He said as small beads of perspiration formed on his brow.

 

[Cinderella]

The Lady, Julia Pomeroy

Julia smiled at Lord Hackberry's attempt at an explanation. The weasel! He appeared to be much like the many other men of their time, believing that ones gender drew a direct correlation to ones brain size -- and their ability to use it. In truth, Edgar's solicitors had thought the same -- at first. They had come to change their opinions drastically over the past few months.

"Simms!" Julia called out the name, startling Hackberry. He hadn't heard her raise her voice until that moment and was alarmed that she seemed to be summoning someone within earshot of their conversation. Julia smiled again as the drawing room doors were opened and a tall elderly and bewigged gentleman entered with a boy in tow.

"Lord Hackberry," she began, her voice mellifluous once again. "May I introduce Gerald Simms, one of the late Earl's solicitors. And you might have already made the acquaintance of Joachim."

"Thank you, Simms. You may go. Joachim as well."

The solicitor looked from the Lady to the Lord and back again, as if unsure whether to leave her alone with the scoundrel they both knew to be a flesh trader. When she nodded her assurance, Simms didn't question, however. He had been the brunt of her unfeminine willfulness and headstrong ways more than once of late.

"As you wish, Lady," his eyes fell on Hackberry. "But I will not be far."

Julia waited for Simms and Joachim to take their leave, as she had when Martha left earlier. When she was certain of their departure, she stood finally and turned to William Hackberry, an icy fire flashing dangerously in the deep blue of her eyes.

"Shall we begin again, Lord William?"

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

William felt like a rat trapped in a kitchen corner, the broom heads coming down on him. The beads of sweat starting to run down his forehead. He removed the wine stained hankie from his sleeve and mopped at his brow, as he paced back and forth.

“It may be that the lad has misguided you Madame,” he started, raising his hand toward the closed door. He glanced at Lady Julia, avoiding her eyes. “It is true, I found the lad, but it was your late husband who approached me. I am after all an agent seeking employment for those in need. What your late husband had in mind for the lad, I know not. Only that I was asked to find an assistant for him.”

He stopped his pacing and looked at her. Once again, he was drawn into her eyes, they held him like a spell. Her face was stolid, unflinching as she watch him. He had to force his eyes away from hers, least he confess all.

“Madam, I assure you. I am but a simple businessman. If anything unnatural has happen, it is not within my control.”

He cursed himself for using the word “unnatural,” of all the words he could have chosen, that was not the best one. He poured himself another glass of port and waited for her reply.

Damn you Pomeroy, I hope you rot in Hell. he thought as he downed the port.

 

[Cinderella]

Lady Julia Pomeroy

Unnatural. Unnatural, he said. Simms had been loath to go into detail -- not wanting to offend her sensibilities, but Joachim had been much more forthcoming. Especially once he understood that she would keep him safe from the likes of Edgar and anyone else who had abused his person. She still didn't understand the machinations of it, but she had a fair idea of what had happened.

Truth be told, Julia hadn't been disappointed when Edgar stopped coming to her bedchamber. She hadn't even questioned why -- she'd merely been relieved that his repugnant (to her) nocturnal forays were at an end. That must have been around the time when he had purchased Joachim. In a way, she felt it was her own fault for not being more... receptive.

A flush spread over her face, quickly followed by feelings of indignation and disgust as she recalled the condition of the boy when he'd been found. He'd been been half-starved and beaten badly by the look of things. Joachim said that he'd been used by many when the Earl stopped coming -- obviously after his death.

Julia glared at the man standing before her and couldn't help wondering just how big a part in all of this William Hackberry had. Was he just a flesh merchant or had he, too, participated in the depravities? Neither was moral nor an act of a God-fearing man, yet somehow one seemed slightly better than the other.

"Why don't I believe you, Lord William?" The tone of her voice mocking his almost obsequious yet at the same time condescending manner. "The boy has told me everything. There is no need for further artifice. I haven't the time nor the patience for either." She seemed to stiffen and her diminutive height increase. Julia Pomeroy was almost daunting in her righteousness.

Hackberry drank down the glass of port, almost amazed at the defiant look in Julia Pomeroy's eyes. He returned it full measure, asking "And what is it that you want exactly, Lady Pomeroy? The Earl is dead. The boy is safe in your hands. My business with your late husband ended when I provided that which he requested. The transaction was beyond reproach. I was merely providing an assistant for M'Lord as I have stated before."

"Come now, William." The dropping of his title didn't go unnoticed, she saw and smiled. "Enough subterfuge. I aim to see you stopped. Either by my own hand -- here -- or by that of the law -- wherever you try to escape from it."