All Chapters of A Love That Shouldn't Be: Chapter 1111 - Chapter 1120

The House at Rothsmere was in uproar. Victoria had vanished, taken by that rogue, Sir Thomas Brandon, the notorious slaver. Phillip was in dismay; he had lost his lover and his daughter, and knew that he should have been more wary of Thomas. He knew Thomas would be aroused at the thought of having both of Phillip's daughters, and knew that his trueborn daughter had been violated. Images of her spread beneath Thomas rose in his mind, and he couldn't rid himself of them.Worse still, he found himself growing erect as he thought of his sweet daughter being taken by that rogue, her sex opening and ripening for him, her mouth welcoming him into the warm cavern of her throat. He imagined Thomas pumping her full of his seed, Victoria swallowing it down, luxuriating in the taste of it as her father had done. He could see his daughter lying there, her head thrown back in ecstasy, the muscular buttocks of her lover ramming his iron cock into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoin

Mary wandered round Regent's Park in a daze; it was enormous, so much space to explore after the enclosed streets and crowded shops of the centre of the great city. The Queen, Her Imperial Majesty, Queen Victoria, had opened the Park to the public only a few years earlier, and it had immediately become a popular place to stroll and to ride: young bucks dressed in the finest riding habits pranced by on highly-bred horses, their horses tails swishing, their hooves held high. To Mary, a country girl born and bred, the Park seemed odd; the countryside tamed and cosseted, the animals pets rather than work-mates.But there was no denying the beauty of the gardens; the flowers were glorious, sensual arrangements of colour, the soft scents of the roses rising in the warmth of the summer.She was a little lonely without Jack. Despite the problems they had having, she would have felt better having him with her. But he was busy with the stables, and he was uneasy about coming to the city, his gy

Mary lay on her back, panting, her heart beat slowly coming back to normal. She had not felt this degree of abandonment since the night with Thomas and her Master, and at that moment would have done whatever was required of her to experience that again.Victoria lay beside her, propped up on one arm, looking down lazily at her exhausted body. Victoria's sex was in need of attention now, her bud throbbing almost painfully, but she could see that Mary was in no position to sit or stand as yet. Instead, Victoria knelt over Mary, her knees on either side of the supine girl's head, and lowered her sex onto the girls face.The warmth of Mary's panting breath against her sticky engorged flesh made her shudder in anticipation, and then she felt the girl's tongue moving on her. Mary was experienced at this: Betsy preferred being licked and sucked to all else that Mary did. Mary swirled her tongue, encircling the taut flesh, flicking it lightly, and then probing deeply into the girl's vagina, t

NEW STORY TITLE: THE BARONESS (Group Sex)Unhappy wife finds what she needs to satisfy her.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>The girl who would grow up to be the wife of Phillip, Baron Rothsmere, was born in 1843, the same year as the second daughter of Queen Victoria, and was named for her. Little Alice Maud was the firstborn daughter of the Earl of Westershire, and grew up in the company of nannies and governesses, her parents distant.Her mother had been a lady at court until her marriage, and still maintained her connections, travelling around various country estates and town houses, the guest of her old friends, as was the custom at the time. Alice had older brothers, but they were schooled separately, and she grew up a lonely child, but self-possessed and mature.When she was 18 years old, she was taken to court and presented to the Queen. She was tall and spare, her figure slender, her breasts barely mature. At the time, the fashion was for fuller figures, curvaceous bosoms and tight waists, a

A few days later, she had calmed down. Her husband had not approached her since, and she began to relax, hoping that he would continue to find amusement among the various maids.She had taken to riding, the fresh air and the exercise tiring her out so that she slept soundly at night.One day, she returned from her customary ride, her muscles aching pleasantly. The summer day had been warm, and she had gone straight to her room to change, still wearing her leather riding gloves and carrying her crop. As she opened the door, she heard noises from within, and her heart sank within her, knowing what she would find.Her husband was lying naked on her bed, his head raised on pillows, looking down at the woman who knelt between her his spread legs. Her knees were folded between her, and her head bobbed up and down, enthusiastically taking his cock in her mouth. Her hands were working on his fleshy rod, rubbing him, using her saliva to lubricate her movements down his shaft. He looked over at