He smiled cunningly at her. He drew closer to her.
“I want you to be the mother of my child.” He whispered in her ear.
She flinched. Fornication was against her religion. She already felt guilty for masturbating so often. She looked down at her feet.
“Dr. James, I know I said that I would do anything. I would do anything but that. I can’t, it’s against my religion.”
He sighed. He began caressing her arm and then her face. “Bullshit! I see the way you look at me, the way your eyes trace my entire body. I know what you think of me. I know how you feel about me.”
He kissed her cheek and kept stroking her face.
“But let’s keep it a secret ok? I really enjoy my job.” He then moved to her lips.
She kissed him back. He then put her on the table and began to move her skirt upwards. Just as he was about to finish, she pushed him off of her. She ran outside the room, leaving a sexually frustrated Dr. James in the lecture room wondering where he went wrong.
She knew that she had to make a decision. She could have a child with him or accept the grade and work at McDonalds. She felt like she had no other option.
Chapter 8
The Consent
The following day, she headed to his office. She knocked on the door and he motioned for her to come in. She told him that she would accept his offer. He arose from his chair and cleared the table. She was very afraid.
He approached her and began to kiss her passionately. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss. He then grabbed her and placed her on top of the table. He saw that she was wearing an even shorter skirt than yesterday. This pleased him.
He pulled her skirt up and slowly slid her panties off. He began kissing and caressing her thighs constantly moving upwards. He then stroked her legs with his fingers and made his way up her thighs. He stuck his fingers inside of her and felt how warm and wet she was. He placed his fingers to her mouth. She was so sweet and delicious.
He made her lie on her back, but as eager as he was to enter her, he knew they could be walked in on here. He decided to take her to his home instead.
She followed him to the car.
When they finally arrived at his house, he unbuckled her seat belt and began stroking her thighs. Every touch made her feel strange. She liked what she was experiencing; it was new and exciting. Even though he knew that this was just an arrangement, he wanted to make sure that her first time was amazing.
He was in his late 30’s. He was romantic but he was going to make her a freak.
He could not wait to cum inside her. She was mother material and would produce a healthy, happy child for him. God, he wanted her now! He carried her to his room and threw her on the bed. He kissed and touched her making her moan. She stopped thinking about having sex with her professor and decided to just enjoy the moment.
He kissed and sucked her breasts. He bit her nipples making her moan and cry out. He focused on the left and then the right. Then he stuck his fingers inside of her. She was even wetter than before. He sucked and continued to move his fingers up and down inside of her.
He stopped and took off his shirt and pants. His body was amazing. His pectorals were well-defined, his abs were chiseled and his arms were big and strong. She wanted him badly.
He tore off her skirt and entered her slowly, filling her up inch by inch, making her moans gradually increase. He thrust inside of her repeatedly but he took his time. He eased into her and with every stroke, he felt as though he was stuck inside of her. She was incredibly tight, warm and wet. She was very receptive to his motions and could not contain herself. She shrieked and moaned and cried out his name.
This was the best deal he had ever made. She was amazing. He pulled himself out of her. The veins in his cock throbbing.
He asked her to suck his dick and taste herself. He laid on the bed whilst she crouched down. She opened her mouth and began to suck. She felt like she was choking at first but then got used to it. He came in her mouth. She wanted to spit it out but ended up swallowing.
He smiled at her and pulled her up to him, allowing them to rest before he was ready to go again. Then he made her get on all fours. He entered from behind and pulled her hair. He wanted to fuck her hard but kept remembering that she was a virgin. He felt everything. It was amazing to be inside of her. He enjoyed the full skin to skin contact as he felt more of what he had been dying to feel. Her ass cushioned his hips and jiggled with every thrust.
He stopped, pulled himself out slightly, slapped her ass and pushed himself back in. He then moved to the bed, lay down and positioned her on top of him. He entered her and asked her to ride him. She bounced up and down. He was enjoying the visuals. Her big, beautiful breasts bounced up and down. He wanted to suck them again. He held onto them firmly and squeezed as she continued to ride him. He then turned her around, and made her ride him in reverse cowgirl.
“God, she’s amazing,” he thought.
He then made her lie down and he was on top of her. He was about to cum. So was she.
His thrusts became more furious. He continued in and out, in and out until he released inside of her. He tried to catch his breath. He kissed her, caressed her face and fell asleep.
Conclusion
Rachel missed her period the following month. She expected this. She wondered if she did the right thing. It was highly unethical but the journey was excellent. She lost her virginity and it was amazing. She felt like a new woman. It was worth the risk. Now, she had to deal with the consequences.
She went to his office after her last class of the semester to tell him the news. He changed her grade to an A+ and smiled at her playfully. The A+ was definitely not for the paper. She left his office and began to walk to her car.
He wanted to have sex with her again. He became hard just thinking about it. His phone rang. It was one of his best friends. He told him that he was going to be a dad. He said that he tricked a student into sleeping with him by failing her on purpose.
Since he was the only person left in the department, he began describing the experience in vivid detail. Unfortunately, Rachel had left her re-graded essay behind and had come back, overhearing the conversation. She was appalled by his behavior. She was enraged.
She shouted and screamed at him. She told him that she was going to have an abortion. He begged her not to do it. He really wanted a child and was running out of time. That was how he felt before but he was falling in love with her.
She said that she didn’t care. She slapped him across his face. He held her hand. She tried to struggle out of his grip.
He grabbed her and kissed her passionately. She calmed down slowly, then the passion began to spark. He threw her on the table and ripped her clothes off. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. He was attracted to the glow of pregnancy.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you hard,” he said as he unzipped his pants.
Chosen To Be The King’s Bride
A Victorian Romance
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Susan Fleming’s super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or anything you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naught
y fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: The King Returns
Chapter 2: The Prime Minister's Request
Chapter 3: The Ball
Chapter 4: Elizabeth Comes to Visit
Chapter 5: Things Get Heated
Chapter 6: The Big Moment
Chapter 7: The Announcement
Chapter 1
The King Returns
It was a foggy day in London town. As the common folk went about their routine as usual, those of high birth and position were abuzz with excitement as they headed to the royal residence for a very special event: King Henry, their enigmatic, mysterious and assertive monarch was returning from his diplomatic mission to France.
If the rumors were true, he had stopped a potential war by quashing his lesser rival, King Philip of France, in diplomatic diatribe. Everyone knew that this was done out of the love for his people and a general dislike of bloodshed rather than the fear of war itself. After all, King Henry had fought and won three wars in the thirty years since he first ascended to the throne at the tender age of fifteen.
All of the elite of London and half of the elite of the rest of the major English cities, as well as most of the members of the peerage in the country, had come to attend the celebration of King Henry's safe return, and the narrow avoidance of a war that might have ended up bankrupting their great nation. They had gathered in the King's court, eagerly awaiting their beloved King's arrival.
It would be fair to say that the vast majority of women, as well as several men that had such predilections, were awaiting the King's arrival for an entirely different reason: they wanted to take a look at the man that was widely considered the most handsome man in the country.
“I hear the King still possesses the fine musculature of a soldier,” said Lady Ashmont to Lady Winthrop. Lady Winthrop responded, saying "I hear the King possesses a cock that is so large and hard, he uses it instead of sword when he duels!"
The two women giggled mischievously, and then collectively gasped when the doors to the great hall that was the King's court opened, and a herald wearing fine livery entered.
“All rise for his Majesty, the King Henry!” the herald cried, and all of the people present within the hall, from every great Lord to every beautiful Lady, rose out of respect for one of the greatest Kings that had ever ruled this land.
The King entered. The Ladies of the court gasped once more.
He truly was a sight to behold, this Great King Henry that was becoming a legend before even the twilight of his life. He was tall of stature and broad of shoulder, and walked with an air of authority. However, his gait did possessed neither arrogance nor pride. He walked as a man in charge of ruling an entire nation should walk, yet he clearly took no pleasure in lording over other people. This was said to be true by any man that spoke to the King. He took to his office as a man born to the highest station should, but he did not feel entitled to his power in any way, for he understood its burden.
The Ladies present in the hall could hardly contain themselves. The King's member was extremely prominent against his pants, and the sheer size of it, even from within the confines of his pants, was formidable.
The King's cock was as famous among the women as his assertive rule was famous among the men. Virtually everybody agreed that the King was simply unable to hide his enormous member, such was the enormity of its size, and so he decided to be nonchalant about it, to have his huge bulge visible wherever he want since there was nothing he could do about it.
The King stood before his throne but did not sit on it. “Please be seated, my friends,” said the King. The Lords and Ladies present in the courtroom sat, and the King sat down with them.
King Henry was known to make such gestures, treating the people of his country as his equals in all things rather than people that were beneath him. It gave the people all the more reason to love him.
As the King began to speak, his deep, rich voice booming across the great hall that was the court, everyone listened in rapt silence, drinking in every word he said, but most of the women's eyes were still on his cock.
Chapter 2
The Prime Minister's Request
King Henry sat in the large room that he had turned into a makeshift office. He was attending to a number of royal responsibilities, as they had piled up quite a bit during his diplomatic visit. He could, ostensibly, have his Prime Minister take care of most of these responsibilities, as his trip was done in service of his country rather than for leisure purposes. However, the King knew that certain tasks simply had to be done himself.
He was poring over a new tax proposed by parliament when there was a knock on his door. "You may enter," said the King in his deep voice. The door opened, and in stepped Winston Chamberlain, the Prime Minister of the King's parliament. "Sire, welcome back," said the Prime Minister.
“Thank you, Winston,” said the King.
“Back just a few hours ago and already at it?” said the Prime Minister, gesturing towards the enormous stacks of paper arrayed on the desk in front of the King.
“A country does not rule itself, Winston,” said King Henry, “That's why it has a King.”
“True,” said Winston with a smile, “Yet I wonder if you would be so eager to forego the comforts of your living quarters in favor of ruling the country if you had a wife awaiting your return.”
The King looked up from his papers. He never smiled. This was a fact almost universally noted by his subjects. His face was kind, he was gentle with children and with women, he was in truth a kind, gentle man, yet he never smiled. Most of the women in the country that had seen the King agreed that this only added to his mysterious allure.
“Not this again, Winston,” said the King.
“Yes, this again,” said Winston, with a stern look of fatherly admonishment. Ever since the King's father had died when the King had been fifteen, Winston Chamberlain had become a father figure of sorts to King Henry, advising him as best he could in times where advice was needed.
“You have no brothers,” said Winston, “Not even any sisters. A King without an heir, especially a King starting to push fifty, is a thing that makes most people in the country very uneasy.”
“I had a wife, Winston,” said the King, “She died in childbirth, remember? As did my child.”
“That was twenty years ago,” said Winston, “It's high time that you moved on. You need an heir. The country needs an heir!”
“What if I don't want to give the country an heir?” said the King, an undercurrent of anger hardening his voice, “I have given the country my life. I spend sleepless nights keeping this country safe, keeping its people happy. Is that not enough? Must I forego the one thing that made me happy? Must I forget my wife for the country as well?”
“Victoria died almost half your life ago,” said Winston, “She wouldn't have wanted you to wallow for so long. She would have wanted you to move on. And as for all you've given to the realm, do you know what will become of this country if you die without leaving an heir?”
King Henry was silent. He knew what Winston was about to say.
“War,” said Winston, “A civil war in which every man in your entire family, every second cousin thrice removed will soon wag
e war against his other cousins. What will become of the country then? What will become of the common folk that you have spent your entire life trying to protect when their entire country is waging war on itself?”
King Henry remained silent, but Winston pressed on. “It's time, Henry,” said Winston, using the King's name as he did when they were alone together, “I will find you a beautiful wife. Someone worthy of you. You won't even have to see her that often, just during public appearances and when you have to put an heir in her womb.”
“If I am to do this,” said the King, “I want to choose my own wife.”
Winston opened his mouth as if to argue, but then shut it when he realized that this was the best deal he was going to get.
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