The village of Oakvale-On-Roe is in the north of the relatively small English county of
Downshire, situated between the old market Town of Nettlebridge, and their more affluent neighbour Roespring, and in
the affluent Shepherds Row area of the village and was where St Nicholas Church
Treasurer Andrew Brookes lived.
He was 35 years old, independently wealthy,
unmarried and had a reputation as a ladies’ man, and that reputation was well
warranted.
A frequent flyer on Andrews erotic express was the
vicar’s wife Jill Brown and one of those who wanted to get on board was her
20-year-old daughter Emily and the only reason he hadn’t bedded her was that he
preferred his women a bit more experienced, and more sexually mature.
Andrew
and Jill always referred to their couplings as donations, and they developed a
code for what she wanted.
A
small donation was just a cheeky finger, a modest donation was oral, a Large
Donation was a sound fucking and a substantial Donation was a thorough bedding.
However,
it didn’t take long for Emily to discover what was going on, her mother would
leave the house after breakfast tense and irritable and would return relaxed
and glowing.
Emily
didn’t know who was banging her drum, but she knew someone was.
She
wasn’t angry or disappointed because she knew her father wasn’t fulfilling his
marital duties.
However,
she was a little miffed when she discovered it was Andrew Brookes because she
had had all her advances to him rebuffed when she really wanted to be abused.
Without
wanting to curtail her mother’s toe-curling sexual outings with the village
Lothario she was however prepared to use what she knew to get the Church
Treasurer inside her.
Emily
was a tall slender girl, pale skinned, with long hair black as a raven's wing
as it caressed the alabaster skin of her shoulders.
As
she walked towards his front door she was wearing a short floral skirt, which
showed off her long legs and a pink vest top which showed off her fine breasts.
But
when he opened the door to her, he seemed unimpressed with what he saw.
Once
inside she stated her case for becoming one of his paramours
“I’ve just completed my third year as a student so
I’m not a virgin, I’m not a vamp or a Coquette, but I’m not an innocent,
so you would not be sullying a chaste Christian maid”
“So why if you are so.... well versed in matters
sexual do you require my... input?” He asked
“Because although I might be well versed, I don't
consider that I have been well served”
She replied
“So, when I heard of your reputation, and the fact
that you have a lot of ... repeat business, I thought you could... serve me
better that my previous partners”
“What is this reputation that you think I have
then?”
“Well to put it bluntly, “Anything in a skirt”,
apparently” she said, “Except me, why is that? as I said before I am not a
chaste Christian maid, so what’s holding you back?”
“You are the vicar’s daughter” he pointed out
“My God you have scruples!” She said disdainfully “But
not enough to prevent you from fucking the vicar’s wife”
“What?”
“I know my mum is a regular recipient of your …
charms” she said coldly “and that’s ok, she deserves a good shag, God knows she
gets nothing from dad, but I want some of what she's getting”
He began to speak but she silenced him with a
gesture
“Don’t try and deny it, I know all about the Codes”
“What codes?”
“Donations” she replied “Small, Modest, Large and
Substantial, now I don’t know what each code refers to precisely, but I want
you to do it to me the way you do it to her”
“Very well” he conceded “But I can't devote much
time to you this morning as I have a “Teams” meeting in half an hour”
“I'll just have to settle for the smallest “Donation”
for now then” she said
“Ok, kneel in the chair” he barked, and when she
was in position in the leather Chesterfield, he lifted her skirt and held it up
while he yanked her knickers roughly off her cute arse then he slapped her
cheek, hard, and made her yelp.
Emily was kneeling in the chair while Andrew
massaged the plump cheek he slapped with one hand, while two fingers of his
other hand was frigging her wet pussy, and the evidence of how wet he’d got her
was distinctly audible as was her appreciation
of
his double-digit dexterity and when the end came it was hard and loud.
“I have to take my call now” he said and slapped
her other cheek “You can have more on Sunday, after evensong, let yourself out,”
And when the door closed behind him, she was still
sweating and panting in the chair.
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