In the metre of Queen capital of Seychelles's prevail on the south side of Dartmoor, in the County of Devon in Southern England


Miss Blenkinsopp's sacrifice.


I saw Morelands for the start time that aurora. The sun shone gold on the honeyed sandstone of the frontage as I approached from the S. It looked huge. I wanted a body politic retreat, this was almost a mansion.

“ My God Carstairs, ” I asked of my lawyer, “ What have I done ? ”

“ Bought a pig in a drone Geoffrey, ” he surmised, “ You thought it a bargain. ”

“ No one said it was on top of a mountain ! ” I replied.

“ We don’t have mountains in Devon ! ” he laughed.

I groaned, it had seemed such a bargain and mother had repeatedly urged me to buy an estate so in a moment of madness I had snapped up Colonel Melchett’s res publica manse when it came up for auction. I had not even intended to bid for it but after being outbid on a property in Plymouth the red mist had descended.

I had not expected a sandstone frontage. I had not expected anything so large having misread the specification as 10 rooms whereas it was10 bedrooms plus handmaid twenty-five percent, and I had certainly not expected to notice the entire staff lined up awaiting my arrival.

Hawkins the Samuel Butler, Mrs Virginia McMath the cook, Bessie the maid and Miss Blenkinsopp the housekeeper as well as innumerous gardeners and estate workers, all on tenterhooks as to whether I would involve them into my employment.

I greeted them and when Hawkins had introduced me to miss Blenkinsopp I asked her to nominate up bedrooms for myself and Carstairs and jokingly asked her to arrange a couple of maids to restrain us warm at night.

“ I most certainly shall not ! ” fille Blenkinsopp insisted.

“ Well if you wish to remain in my employ you will make sure I want for goose egg, is that clear. ” I demanded as I realised Miss Blenkinsopp was one employee I should probably be easily off without.

“ Yes Mr Robert Robinson, ” she agreed, “ I understand. ”

We ate a fair dinner, and a passable supper but when bed clock time came there was no leave maid.

“ Miss Blenkinsopp, ” I shouted in thwarting, “ A mo of your time. ”

She came in her night surgical gown, “ Mr Robinson, what ever is the matter. ”

“ No maidservant, I ordered a maid, now find me a maiden or I shall dismiss you with no references, ” I insisted.

She glared at me, “ In that case, ” she said, “ I shall warm you myself ! ”

I just stared, “ You ? ” She stood looking at me. She was no devoid maid, she had to be good forty than thirty, almost my age in fact, but she was comely, and may even experience been a beauty once.

“ When I say affectionate I mean riding horse ? ” I clarified.

“ If I must, ” she agreed.

“ I said a housemaid, ” I reminded her.

“ Sir, I am untasted and am undoubtedly barren so there should be no embarrassment. ” she suggested.

I smiled “ So be it then, disrobe and let me remove advantage of your rich bosoms. ”

“ I prefer to disrobe beneath the bedding if I must, ” she insisted.

“ So be it, ” I agreed. I watched as she peeled back the bed clothes and slipped nervously into the bed.

I followed. I blew out the finally candle. moonshine cast its eerie glow across the bedchamber. The bed was cold. I embraced her and slipped my paw to the hem of her nightie and slid it upwards until her breasts were freed. I slipped my own nightshirt up and over my heading and then lay beside her.

The mass of clothes around her neck annoyed me and in a split second I had her upraise her arms that I might slip it off her and we lay together warming each other.

My member reared against her belly. I reached and felt a bulk of wiry hair, “ That must go, I want my whores make clean shaven, ” I said without thinking.

She half sobbed, “ That was cruel, I apologise, ” I said, “ But it will increase you pleasure. ”

“ What do you handle about my pleasure ! ” she replied.

“ dame, the cry of rapture when a adult female reaches her efflorescence of excitement is always my aim, it is my sign to resign my seed do you see ? ” I asked but she had no knowledge of rapture so my words were in vain.

I continued to explore with my fingerbreadth. She was terrified. She shook with awe. I changed weather sheet. I nuzzled and kissed her cervix. I rolled her left teat between fingerbreadth and quarter round. I tenderly squeezed the hairy cumulation next her womb.

She moaned involuntarily as she came to know something of pleasure. Her teat distended. Her breath came in short gasps. My fingerbreadth traced the groove down from the hairy hammock. I found the soft moist billet and eased a fingerbreadth inside. I felt resistance. I tried a indorsement finger and found the same. She was indeed untouched.

Untouched yet moist. I eased her thighs apart and slid over her. My member strained mightily as he had not had a gallop for too long and I gently aimed him between her soft moist lips.

“ Are you prepared ? ” I asked.

“ As I shall ever be, ” she replied.

I eased myself into her. She gasped. She bit her clapper. Resistance. I eased back and thrust hard and quite dead my member was thick inside her.

“ Can you bear it ? ” I asked.

“ Indeed, ” she agreed,

“ Then I shall conduct you to heaven ! ” I promised rather headlong. I started to be active within her gently at commencement then building a rhythm. I own that it was rather pleasant. My cares melted away and the sentiment she was barren appealed greatly as with no danger of offspring I felt able to extend all the way to discharge and beyond.

She seemed to respond, I fully expected her to lie like a abruptly fish but she seemed to be uncoerced me on, spurring me to ever Sir Thomas More forceful endeavours until at finish I ejaculated forcibly making her gasp in delight.

“ Thank you, ” I said as I rolled aside and lay exhausted, “ Thank you indeed. ”

I woke with the break of day. She had risen already. “ Good aurora sir. ” She said and she blushed as I stepped naked from the bed.

“ It is indeed, and I thank you. ” I said cheerily, “ And what full way to start the day than a pleasant fuck. ”

“ Sir, last night, well. ” she blustered.

“ Delightful, ” I insisted, “ Now simply find out a few tricks to please me and your retain employment is assured. ”

She would not look me in the eye. “ Sir, I don’t know what came over me. I am mortified to guess of how I behaved. ”

“ Miss Blenkinsopp, ” I replied, “ For myself I was delighted at the way you behaved final stage Nox. It was quite delightful. I slept like a log. In fact I wish to avail myself of your charms again. ”

“ No, it must cease, ” she said. She turned away. I stepped towards her and embraced her.

“ No ! " she exclaimed.

I cupped her breasts in my hands and nuzzled her neck, “ Yes, ” I insisted. I dropped a handwriting down to her belly and squeezed her mound.

“ No, ” she said despairingly but her body betrayed her. Her teats were hardened. Her quim dampening. I had her bend over the dressing tabular array. I raised the hem of her dark gown. My member reared and in a moment I had guided him within her parted bum and in to her soft split peach.

“ Ohhh sir no sir, ” she gasped as I gripped her mounds firmly as I pleasured myself again.

I noticed the Zane Grey streak in her hair but it did not bother me unduly. She had grand little ear lobes, very nibble-able. I kissed her neck tenderly as I fucked her. I watched her aspect in the dressing table mirror as she watched mine.

She could not mask her joy. Even if she had wanted to, she smiled helplessly into the mirror and I grinned in my act as we fucked greedily, Grasping for every ounce of pleasure.

Release came easily and I expelled freely within her. Carelessly flooding her parts where with a immature housemaid I should make taken more than care. It was a delight to cum inside her and not to induce to expell between the buttocks or between the mounds.

I pulled out of her with hesitation. She seemed quite shocked at the intensity of our passion. She slipped from my room like a wraith and by the sentence I had washed and dressed she was below supervising breakfast.

I resolved to sample her again that evening but before luncheon I was called away.

I went first to Totnes, then by gear to Bristol and finally to London.

As for miss Blenkinsopp I did not forget her but rather pushed her to the back of my mind.

mother periodically chided me for not marrying and suggested various suited Whitney Moore Young Jr. ladies nigh of whom I was sadly old enough to be their fathers, and sadly Devon and Morelands slipped further from my thoughts.

The wintertime passed and the spring came again and quite suddenly Miss Blenkinsopp was stab right into the centre of my consciousness.

I was at my John Griffith Chaney desk when wagonwright my clerk knocked and said In had a visitor, a fille Blenkinsopp. I did not recognise the name.

“ Blenkinsopp ? ” I queried, “ Send her up. ”

She waddled awkwardly into my business office, “ misfire Blenkinsopp ? ” I queried as I saw she was heavily with child.

“ From Morelands sir, ” she explained, “ In Devon, do you remember. ”

“ Morelands ? My country house, Miss Blenkinsopp ? ” I queried, “ But. ”

“ Yes sir Morelands, ” she confirmed.

“ And the child ? ” I enquired.

“ Yours sir, ” she said, “ I know not what to do, I can not cover it any longer. ”

“ Mine, are you sure ? ” I asked as I looked at her sad eye and greying hair.

“ I have laid with none but you, ” she stated.

“ My god, I’m to be a male parent, good lord. I must experience been blackmailed for century of guineas for children which were not mine ! ” I laughed, “ But you are in earnest, my god. ”

“ Sir, ” she said, “ I had no idea. ”

“ And what do you want from me ? ” I asked, “ Money presumably ? ”

“ To retain my employment, ” she pleaded.

“ With a kid, that would be a outrage, ” I laughed. “ I don’t even know your first name. ”

“ Serena sir. ” she said meekly.

“ Serena, its a good while since I last poked a mother to be, shall you accommodate me ? ” I asked.

“ No sir. ” she refused.

“ But young woman Blenkinsopp do you not think back the morning when I bent you over the dressing tabular array ? Shall we not visit heaven again ? ”

“ You think of ? ” she asked.

“ Oh I remember, ” I agreed, “ A Zane Grey haired virgin, how could I forget. ”

“ And your youngster ? ” she asked.

I looked her in the eye. “ remove your pelage off. sneak your wench. Lower your underpants. Bend over my desk and cue me of what I ever saw in you. ”

“ Sir you toy with me ! ” she protested.

I locked my power threshold, “ No I want to feel you, ” I explained and I slipped my weapon around her from behind and held her boob. Full ripe breasts. I held her bump with my child and then I wrenched down her skirts and underthings. Her suspenders were a challenge but I unhooked her stockings and bared her backside.

He quim pouted obscenely when seen from behind her as she supported herself on her elbows as I bent her over the desk.

“ My sister ! ” she pleaded, but her body had betrayed her again. Her quim was moist. I dropped my trousers and buried my extremity in her quim. She gasped. I held her breasts and kissed her neck as I pounded in to her.

“ Ohhhhh, she groaned and I remembered how delightful our affair had been in Devon.

It was akin to pulling on a favorite duad of slider, very pleasant if unspectacular.

The moment came soon enough, my cares melted away and then my member exploded delightfully filling her already filled womb with my seeded player. It was extremely pleasant and I determined to double the experience frequently.
“ Yes, you will do, I shall find a room for you where I may call from clock time to prison term to enjoy a gallop, ” I suggested.

“ I want to extend to dish in Devon, will you not facilitate me ? ” she asked.

“ Oh very well, go to my town business firm, ask for Mrs Hamworthy and say you are my whore for the fourth dimension being and ask to be accommodated. ” I suggested.

“ I shall say no such affair ! ” she replied angrily.

“ And impart your underpants off I may need to do it you with some urgency. ” I insisted and indeed I picked up her underpants and slipped them into my white meat pocket. I handed her a coin. “ Here, ” I said, “ A dago for your fare. ”

She dressed and scowled at me, “ Very well, so be it. ” I unlocked the door and let her leave.

I returned home at seven o’clock. I went indoors. I hung my hat on the hat stand and my coating on the coating hooking and then Mother approached in a blind ferocity, “ Geoffrey what on ground have you been doing ? ”

“ Sorry ? ” I enquired.

“ young lady Blenkinsopp Geoffrey, she is with small fry ! ” she insisted.

“ Indeed she is my whore of the moment, ” I suggested.

“ But Geoffrey, ” Mother exclaimed, “ You do not understand, Miss Blenkinsopp’s mother, Clara, was my acquaintance. We came out together, Geoffrey. I knew the category had problems. The demesne went to a upstage cousin when her founder died, and she clearly had to accept usage in a menial purpose but to care for her like a coarse harlot is insufferable. ”

“ Very well then cast her out, ” I suggested.

“ Geoffrey, ” Mother insisted. “ It will not do, Miss Blenkinsopp is a very tolerable person and I am determined that you shall treat her correctly. ”

“ Very well foretell the engagement in the metre, if we take attention we can have a christening and hymeneals combined, ” I laughed.

“ That is not funny Geoffrey, no you shall be married in the register office at Totnes and hope none of our friends notice, ” she insisted.

“ I said it in jape mother, ” I sighed.

“ But wed her you shall Geoffrey and that is my final word, ” female parent declared firmly.
“ Oh, and what does Miss Blenkinsopp say ? ” I enquired.

“ That is not at upshot, she will do what is necessary, ” female parent insisted.

Miss Blenkinsopp joined us. “ I understand we are to be married Serena, ” I suggested.

“ Yes, your mother suggested it might be a solution, ” she replied.

“ Then we are agreed, ” I laughed, “ No jazz just a convenience ! ”

“ On the obstinate sir, I fell in love with you the here and now I saw you, ” she replied.

I was utterly shocked, “ What did you say ? ” I demanded.

She looked me in the eye and stated “ I love you, why else do you call back I let you lay down love to me ? ”

“ Oh bloody inferno, ” I said and I sat down, “ Gosh. ”

mother broke the silence, “ I will hold Mrs Hamworthy put an superfluous pillow in your bed Geoffrey. ”

“ Yes, ” I agreed.

female parent continued “ And you will need a nursery and if it is a lady friend you will need a wet nurse. ”

“ Why ? ” I enquired.

“ For an heir Geoffrey. No time to waste, if it is a girl back in harness straight away, ” mother insisted.

It was altogether a very quiet intimacy, a unsubdivided ceremony at the enrolment government agency at Totnes Assises, a lull reception, a brief visit at Morelands and then the patter of tiny feet.

A young woman. So it was back in harness and try for a boy. No achiever yet but it has proved to be very enjoyable and satisfying trying. Many a upright melodic line is played on an old fiddle !