Secret anal sex with the governess

The vintage film reel began to spin, casting a fuzzy image onto the projection screen. The grainy footage depicted a lavish, Victorian-style bedroom, complete with a four-poster bed and ornate furniture. The camera panned over to reveal a stunning brunette woman, her ample bosom barely contained by her tight, low-cut black dress. She sat primly on the edge of the bed, her stocking-clad legs crossed demurely.

As the camera continued to roll, a tall, silver-haired gentleman entered the room. He wore an ascot and a mischievous grin, his eyes roving hungrily over the woman’s curvy figure. “Ah, Miss Blythe, right on time,” he purred, his voice dripping with desire. “I’ve been looking forward to our little lesson this evening…”

Miss Blythe stood, her hips swaying seductively as she approached the gentleman. “As have I, Lord Hargrove,” she replied, unbuttoning his waistcoat with skilled fingers. “I do hope you’re ready for a thorough education in the ways of…patience.”

Lord Hargrove chuckled, his hands reaching around to grope Miss Blythe’s plump rear. “There’s nowhere I’d rather learn, my dear governess.”

With that, the two lovers engaged in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining as they began to disrobe each other. Miss Blythe’s ample bust spilled out of her corset, and Lord Hargrove’s pants dropped to the floor, exposing his throbbing erection.

They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, Miss Blythe’s stockinged legs wrapping around Lord Hargrove’s waist. He knelt between her thighs, his manhood poised at her glistening entrance. “Tell me, miss, have you been an obedient student?” he growled, teasingly.

Miss Blythe bit her lip, her brown eyes smoldering with lust. “Oh, I’ve been quite the eager pupil, my lord. I’ve practiced my technique on my own banister, you see…” To prove her point, she reached down and began to massage her wet folds with her fingers.

The lewd display drove Lord Hargrove wild with desire. He thrust into Miss Blythe’s tight heat with a guttural groan, his hips pistonng as he filled her completely.

“Ooh, my lord! Your cock is even bigger than I imagined!” Miss Blythe cried out in ecstasy, her back arching off the bed. Lord Hargrove relished her wanton cries, his hands kneading her pillowy breasts as he pounded into her.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, mingling with Miss Blythe’s increasingly loud moans. “More, my lord! Harder!” she begged, her nails digging into his muscular back. Lord Hargrove obliged, slamming into her harder and faster, determined to make her scream with pleasure.

Just as Miss Blythe began to tremble and tense, signaling her impending orgasm, Lord Hargrove suddenly withdrew his throbbing member. “Turn over, miss,” he commanded huskily. “I believe I’d like to administer a…slight punishment.”

Miss Blythe’s eyes widened in anticipation as she rolled onto her stomach, presenting her pert bottom to him. Lord Hargrove smacked her rear, earning a delighted squeal from his lover. “Behave yourself, my dear,” he chuckled, before plunging his thick shaft deep into Miss Blythe’s tight, puckered hole.

Miss Blythe’s back arched like a bow as Lord Hargrove claimed her back passage, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. “Oh, my lord!” she whimpered, feeling deliciously full. “Such a thorough…punishment.”

Lord Hargrove smirked, his thrusts deep and powerful. “You’re mine now, Miss Blythe,” he growled possessively. “Your naughty hole belongs to me.”

Miss Blythe could only moan in agreement, her herself hips meeting Lord Hargrove’s in a lewd dance. She stretched out a hand to pleasure her dripping sex, fingering herself furiously as her lover took her roughly from behind.

The bed creaked obscenely as Lord Hargrove drove into Miss Blythe’s tight rear entrance, his heavy balls slapping against her nether lips. “Ah, you take my cock so well, my gifted petite student,” he panted, sweat glistening on his skin. “Such a rewarding…punishment.”

Miss Blythe’s pleasured screams reached a crescendo as she climaxed hard, her velvety walls clenching around Lord Hargrove’s plunging member. Lord Hargrove let out a roar as he followed her over the edge, his seed spurting deep inside her clutching back passage.

As their tremors of ecstasy subsided, Lord Hargrove collapsed onto the bed beside Miss Blythe, both of them panting heavily, bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat. “I do believe this concludes today’s lesson,” Miss Blythe giggled breathlessly, snuggling into his muscular embrace. “But I have a feeling you’ll want to continue your education, Lord Hargrove…”

Lord Hargrove smiled, his fingers trailing over Miss Blythe’s curves possessively. “Indeed, my pet. I certainly wouldn’t miss another opportunity to have such a gifted governess train me.”

And with that, the two lovers lay in each other’s arms, sated and content, the scent of their carnal passion lingering in the air. The film reel continued to spin, drawing the viewer into the erotic world of these forbidden Victorian romps.