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A Victorian Affair (BigDaddyFD and SexyChick)

BigDaddyFD

BigDaddyFD

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Admiral George Clayton Abrams of the British Royal Navy strolled casually down the darkened London streets, tucking his elegant walking stick beneath his arm as he moved closer to the outskirts of the massive city and father away from the still-bustling docks of the River Thames. It was a lengthy walk, but a lifetime of service to the Navy had blessed him with incredible stamina, even at a middle age of forty-three. And it certainly wouldn’t be befitting of such an athletic gentleman to spoil himself by constantly relying on horse and carriage to take him wherever he needed to go. And the longer he was away, the longer he could stay apart from his wife, a woman only a year his junior who had lost both the infant and her ability to bear more in childbirth. Her bitterness over the unfortunate circumstances and the belief that it was God’s way of punishing her for allowing George to take her before they were married resulted in an almost twenty-year period of unrelenting abstinence. Naturally, he still loved his wife, but he was a healthy man with needs.

The admiral was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of something scurrying in a tight alleyway. Normally he wouldn’t have spared a glance – it was usually just a drunken slummer or some other form of riffraff – but when he did he was halted in his tracks. He caught a glimpse of a young girl, her clothes torn and her skin dirty from the filth of the London streets but her face and body was indescribably beautiful. Intrigued and seduced by this young beauty, George peeked into the alley, giving her a gentle and befriending smile through his beard. “Hello, young lady,” he greeted cordially, his voice masculine with an elegant accent.
 
“Good afternoon, my dear girl,” George replied, his smile widening through retaining its parental look. She was truly an exquisite creature, and if she was as stunning and radiant as she was just then, covered in tattered clothing and grime, then he could only imagine what she would look like cleaned up and in an elegant dress. Her question caused him to cock his head to the side slightly, a small idea forming in his head. She was truly beautiful, and was in need of a home. He was a man who had needs that needed to be satisfied, and even though London was facing no shortage of prostitutes, he could rarely utilize their availability since a scandal like that would threaten his position. It would be far more beneficial to him to have someone who he could go to within his own home, and he would more than make sure she was well-taken care of and provided for. While he by no means assumed that she had been deflowered, he also knew that, logically, it would be better for her to take what he was to offer instead of risking even more time with the violent impoverished that dwelled in the shadows.

“Perhaps you would like a home, young lady? That is, if you are willing to listen to my offer.”
 
Ah, so she had taken the bait. George set his cane in front of him, leaning against it in a nonthreatening stance. “May I be bold with you, my dear?” he inquired, his tone friendly and casual. His bearded lips twitched upwards in a deeper smile as he continued. “I am in a precarious position, as are you. My wife has always wanted a child to call her own, as our firstborn was taken during childbirth in an unfortunate tragedy. And it is because of this tragedy that she has placed herself in a state of perpetual abstinence, which has proved to leave me feeling neglected in my marriage. Thus, my proposal is a simple one,” he explained. The admiral cleared his throat before concluding, “Return to my home with me and my wife and I shall take you in as our ward. You will be treated as our own child would have been, but in return, I would like you to allow me to have you. And I apologize if I come off as crass, but I am a far kinder lover than the violent and predatory sort that lurk about these streets in search of beautiful young flowers such as yourself.”
 
George nodded curtly, offering his arm to her. “Very good, then.” He took her dainty hand in one of his large ones, tucking her hand in the crook of his arm and beginning to walk down the street. For the Admiral, the walk to the large Victorian manor was quicker than ever before as his mind raced with anticipation at what was to come. Both parties were fortunate with this agreement; George was going to have his needs satisfied by a beautiful young woman, and while she satisfied him, he could teach her so many things and pleasure her in ways that few other men could. He was well experienced when it came to pleasuring women, as he had had a variety of many in his life, and he wished to make this as enjoyable to her as it would surely be to him. When they reached the countryside manor, a large Victorian building with manicured lawns and acres of gardens near the surrounding woods, he stopped to explain, “My wife is away for the week visiting family in Liverpool. I shall write to her tonight so she’ll be aware of your presence, which I know will delight her. May I ask your name, child?”
 
“Such a lovely name. Very befitting for a beautiful young woman,” he replied kindly, leading her inside the massive home. “And I am George Abrams. You may call me father, Mister Abrams, or sir. You may choose.” He relinquished her hand from his arm before calling out, “Meredith!” to which a short, round but very kind-looking woman bustled out of the corridor to. “Meredith,” George greeted, gesturing to Mary. “This is Mary, and I have taken her in. She is to be considered a child of mine and will be treated as such. Now, please draw her a bath and find her some suitable clothes.” He turned to the young girl, adding, “After you have been cleaned up, you will join me in the dining room for dinner, yes?” With a kind smile, Meredith took Mary up the winding staircase to one of the many elegant bedrooms within the Abrams manor to tend to her, as George retired to the impressive dining room, taking a seat at the head of the table as he waited for the young woman to join him.
 
It took all of the Admiral’s willpower not to let his jaw fall unhinged as he saw Mary enter, a vision of absolute radiance and beauty. The dress framed her figure perfectly, and she resembled a church painting of an angel. “Splendid,” he replied, watching her fondly as she sat down. “Tonight I believe we will be having mutton chops and steamed vegetables. You may join me in partaking in some brandy, if you wish,” George added, taking a sip from his glass as several servants entered the dining room, carrying plates with delicious food. They were served and, after they left, George gestured for her to begin eating. “Do not rush yourself, dear,” he cautioned. “This food is rather rich and I doubt you’ve eaten well.” He watched her as she ate, downing the rest of his glass of brandy before pouring himself another. “Tell me, Mary,” he began after a moment, wiping his bearded lips with a linen napkin. “Have you ever been taken by a man before?”
 
George nodded knowingly, leaning back in his chair and running a hand over his beard thoughtfully. He was by no means naive, and the fact that she had had relations with another man – or men – was not surprising to him. If anything, it meant that she would not have to be adjusted as a virgin would, though he would still take his time in preparing her. There was no point in having her if she wasn’t going to enjoy it as he did. “Yes, you are quite right,” he replied. “Your lifestyle was surely not an easy one. But I am sure you will find this much more to your liking.” The Admiral ate some more of his meal in pensive silence before continuing, “Surely those men were not interested in pleasing you though, yes? If you are to be my lover, it would obviously be to my benefit to make it as pleasurable for you as I can. I’ve found that one is more eager to please when they are to be pleased in return.” With a smile, George finished his meal and stood, leaving her to the remains of her food. “You may eat as much as you wish. When you are finished, you are to come to my room. It is the final room on the top floor of the east wing.”
 
George retired to the bedroom he had once shared with his wife. She had since taken up residence in another room of the house to safeguard against giving into any urges she may have had to have sex with her husband. He shrugged off the naval jacket and let it drape over the edge of the chair that he sat him, leaving him in his trousers, suspenders, and dress shirt. Taking pen in hand, he wrote a letter to his wife, detailing the fact that he had taken in a young destitute girl that was to be their daughter. Knowing his wife would be pleased, he sighed off on the piece of paper and put it into an addressed envelope, lighting a fire in the large hearth as he waited for Mary to arrive. When she did, she was every bit as lovely as when he had left her, and the food had brought a healthy glow to her skin. Standing, he closed the door behind her and ushered her into the room, taking her by her delicate hands and leading her over to the large four-poster bed. “Lay down,” he instructed gently, pulling his suspenders off of his shoulders and unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt.
 
“Good girl,” he said fondly, toeing off his heavy boots. The light from the hearth flickered across the large bedroom, casting a warm glow over Mary’s body as she lay on the fine silk sheets. He slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, pulling the cotton garment off of his broad shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Even though he was in his forties and lived a privileged life, the Admiral was also incredibly athletic and exercised often, and he had the muscular frame to show for it, with strong arms, broad shoulders, and a slight belly from the rich food he was so accustomed to. He then joined her on the bed, moving beside her, gently placing a hand on her stomach and running it up and down her body. “You are truly a beautiful young woman,” he complimented, pressing his bearded lips to hers.
 
George continued to massage her lips with his own, probing the seam of them lightly with his tongue to deepen this kiss. He shifted his position slightly, moving to be completely on top of her, feeling her warmth beneath his as anticipation made the blood slowly begin to descend to his large member. Her arms around his neck served to encourage him, his large and warm hand moving slowly up her lithe body to cup one of her breasts gently, giving it a subtle squeeze as he appreciated the feel of it in his palm. Massaging the soft mound, he pulled away slightly to ask, “May I undress you, my dear?”
 
“Of course,” he reassured, his voice growing husky. “In due time you’ll learn the benefits of more passionate and forceful relations, but we must first get you healthy and experienced enough for them.” He leaned back resting on his knees, before slipping his hands beneath the hem of her dress. He slid them up the length of her body, ghosting over her skin, before finally helping pull the garment off over her head and regarding her naked body in the light of the fire. George leaned back down, his lips hovering over one of her pert nipples before taking the bud into his mouth, suckling gently on it.
 
George keenly swirled his tongue around the pert bud, sucking fondly at it as his large hand roamed up her body, cupping the other one and massaging it skillfully. He truly could not wait to get inside of her, so make her moan and writhe beneath his powerful form, but he knew that it would occur all in due time. She was his now, to do with as he pleased, and while the possibilities of where and how he could take her were astounding, there was no reason to rush. His other hand trailed down her stomach, slipping in between her legs and beginning to rub at her moist folds.
 
George tugged gently at the bud in his mouth with his teeth, giving it a slight flick with his tongue. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered against the soft flesh of her breast, continuing to probe her with his thick fingers, slowly kissing down the length of her body, kissing and licking at the smooth, pale skin. “Keep your legs spread for me,” he urged, almost hungrily, moving her legs so that her thighs were resting on his strong shoulders as he ran his tongue over her womanhood.
 
"Mmm, such language," George chided playfully, flicking his skilled tongue against her entrance. His large hands rubbed at her thighs, gently rubbing small circles into the smooth flesh. "You are truly delectable," the admiral said, nipping slightly at her wet folds before flattening his tongue against then and running it up her womanhood. He gripped her hip in one hand, keeping her firmly in place, while the other reached up and continued toying with her pert nipple. He buried his face in between her legs, fucking her entrance vigorously with his tongue.
 
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