Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire (15 page)

Q. – Ought a courtezan to submit to the embraces of a man who is diseased?

A. – If it is not permitted her to go with a man when she herself is contaminated, she has of course, the privilege of refusing the embrace of a man who is infected. Indeed, it is a duty every courtezan owes herself, to examine minutely the state of a man's vessel before she suffers it to enter her port. It ought to undergo the quarantine of a strict investigation. She ought to lug out his tool, shake it, rub the foreskin up and down, and squeeze the gland of the penis to see if there are any relics of disease. She ought, moreover, to cast an inquisitive eye at his shirt, in order to ascertain if there are any indications of a geographical chart on it.

Q. – May a girl avail herself off all the finesses of her sex, and
whatever arts of fascination she possesses, in order to obtain as much money as possible from those who visit her?

A. – Yes. As long as no fraud is made use of, and good faith directs the temptations, she may employ the art of a syren. In doing this she is only following her vocation, and the man has nothing to complain of but his own weakness in yielding to her fascination.

Q. – To what age can a courtezan exercise her profession with honour and profit?

A. – That depends a great deal on temperament. The fair women ought to quit this trade before the dark ones, as their flesh is more subject to become flabby. A woman who has been in the seraglios until she is forty, must be very much the worse for wear, and will find it prudent to retire.

Q. – What then must a courtezan do who has grown old in the combats of Venus, without having laid anything by to support her declining years?

A. – That fault, which is almost universal with women of pleasure, is not then to be remedied. Plutus generally flies from the boudoirs which are deserted by love; and an old whore has no alternative but to be either a bawd or servant to another whore; for no longer able to make dupes, she must content herself with holding the candle, and being sometimes the patient spectatress of certain pleasures, the remembrance of which must cause the most painful regrets. Her only hope can be the chance of occasionally cajoling a gouty old codger, or a young fellow rendered stupid through drunkenness. The courtezan on the contrary, who, during the prosperity of youth, has laid by a competence, shall still have as much sensual pleasure as she can wish, even under wrinkles, and old age, for her money will procure her as many strokers as she pleases. She may often in the embraces of a robust operator forget her decrepitude and enjoy the pleasure of youth over again; for a woman can never be too old to receive delight, if rogered by a vigorous young man: While life is in her body she is capable of enjoyment. Therefore if she has money, she may be stroked till the day of her death; and what death can be more sweet than that of a whore who dies while she is spending?

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 The Whore's Catechism from
The Voluptuous Night.

Our party consisted of myself, Queenie; my husband, Dr Harpur, better known as Dick; our young friend Miss Jemima Bond, commonly called Jim: and our guest Lord Ferrars, accompanied by Miss Frances Gipton, who although occupying the position of his mistress made herself so generally pleasant and agreeable that she was esteemed a favourite by us all.

Time did not hang heavy on our hands, for one had plenty of occupation, my husband with his professional duties, Lord Ferrars with his yacht, I with household cares, and our two young ladies with gardening and various kinds of ornamental work.

Pleasure however was the great object of our pursuit, and we neglected no means by which it might be obtained and secured; for instance, we all had our own bedrooms, but it was understood that every door was to be left open at night and every bed free to each individual of the party.

The consequence of this arrangement was that a large portion of every night was pleasantly passed in a friendly interchange of visits, leading to most delightful reciprocity of sexual excitation, followed by multiform embraces, either in couples, or more frequently, all together.

During the day we had to be more cautions and circumspect, yet a day seldom passed without some of that sly petting and
feeling of the secret parts of each other, which is as pleasant to the one who gives as to the one who receives the attention.

In short, our house was a true Liberty Hall, everybody did as they pleased but then, the ruling desire of each was to gratify the rest. Accordingly happiness prevailed and mutual enjoyment was the order of the day. My good husband not only accorded me the most unbounded freedom but actually took special delight in assisting me to obtain the highest pleasure in the arms of others. Indeed his favourite position was lying with his prick soaking in the cunt of either Frances or Jim, while with his hands he held and directed the prick of Lord Ferrars in the act of prodding my cunt. As I lay at his side with my bottom turned up for the satisfaction of his friend, and within easy reach of my husband’s fond inspection and pleasing titillation.

I confess that, while I always enjoyed the entrance of Lord Ferrars’ experienced tool into my furrow of delight, I felt a pleasure far beyond the power of words to express when I know that my husband was not only looking approvingly, but doing all he could to urge on the fierce delight and deepen the penetration of his friend’s prick in his wife’s cunt.

Whenever I felt my husband’s hand pressing the borders of my throbbing recess, as he held Lord Ferrars’ prick and rubbed its head up and down between the lips, an unusual thrill was sure to pervade the entire region of love: and as soon as he had guided it to the sensitive entrance at the end of the slit, I used to give a sudden spring with my loins and at once engulf the luscious morsel: then as I felt it separating the clinging folds of my cunt and causing every nerve inside to tingle with approaching rapture, I could hardly refrain from shouting out with delight.

Sometimes, I would exclaim: ‘Oh dear Dick, that is delicious! I do so love to feel your hand on the lips of my cunt while his Lordship drives in his prick!’

Then Dick would change his hands, placing one under my bottom, and with the other grasping his Lordship’s cods all the time heaving away over his own fair partner who held him tightly clasped in her wanton arms. There we would cry alternately: ‘Oh my cunt! – Oh my bottom! – Fuck Lord Ferrars! Fuck Dick! – Fire away, Fred! – Shoot it in, Dick!’ until we were all bathed in that rich flood which alone brings relief.

A note was received about this time from Major Ormund, announcing that he was coming to pay us his promised visit and
asking leave to bring with him a young Creole girl, named Myra, whom he described as being highly accomplished, pleasing in manner, and beautiful in person, while her temperament was lascivious beyond all description, so that he expected that both Lord Ferrars and my husband would have additional enjoyment.

The gentlemen were of course delighted, and we accordingly made no objection and sent the young lady a cordial invite.

Our friends soon afterwards made their appearance, and Myra quickly, won all our hearts by the freshness of her youth, the simplicity of her manner, and the genial warmth she manifested in all her actions.

The more inquisitive of our party speedily made themselves familiar with the beautiful roundness of her buttocks, the luxurious smoothness of her belly, and the marvellous beauty of her plump and rosy cleft.

After supper a general fucking scene was enacted, which Myra enlivened by declaring that she would not be satisfied unless her cunt was poked by each prick in succession.

We then reposed in a variety of attitudes, but with every cunt and prick open to view and ready for any amount of petting and manipulation: and all now agreed that this was the time when we could listen with special enjoyment to the promised continuation of Lord Ferrars’ interesting and very exciting narrative.

His Lordship readily complied, and having prepared himself by placing his hand on my cunt and inviting Jim to sit between his knees and play with his prick, he produced a manuscript and read as follows.

During one of my later visits to my Aunt, the wealthy and distinguished Colonel Alcock came to reside in our neighbourhood.

He had only one child, a blooming girl of fifteen, named Clara. Since her mother’s death about three years before, she had been at a first class boarding-school where she acquired many accomplishments and made some schoolgirl acquaintances with whom she still carried on a desultory correspondence.

Her father, considering that she was now sufficiently educated, had lately brought her home to take charge of his household and cheer him in his lonely life.

An intimacy with my Aunt was quickly established, and alternate visits between the two families became frequent.

Colonel Alcock, although one of those who lay great stress on the conventional proprieties which regulate modern society, yet seemed powerfully acted on by the attractive character of Lady Flora’s voluptuous nature, and accordingly, while showing no intention of seeking her hand in marriage, he yielded himself without reserve to the sweet influence of her seductive charms.

I am not certain whether at first she entertained any amorous thoughts concerning himself, for so far as I could observe, it was the daughter she had chiefly in her mind; but at all events, she soon put forth her well-practised arts to draw him also to her feet, with a view, no doubt, of leading him on to ascend to that sweet furnace of love, which maintained an ever glowing heat in the luscious corner higher up; while at the same time she neglected no opportunity to win the confidence and secure the affection of his lovely daughter.

She herself told me that she was longing to gain free access to Clara’s hidden charms, that from the appearance and manner of the young girl, she was certain that she possessed a little love chink of peculiar softness and beauty, and endowed with unusual sensibility. ‘I have prevailed on her father,’ she continued, ‘to allow her to come to us and stay for a few weeks. She is a sweet girl Freddy and you may try your hand with her if you like; but one must be careful not to startle her at first, for she has probably been brought up, not only in ignorance of all these subjects, but taught to regard the very thought of them as wrong and injurious. However, for her own advantage and for our satisfaction, we will do what we can to enlighten her. With this view I have appointed Susan to be her waiting-maid, and among the three of us, it will be strange if we do not succeed.’

In due time, Clara came accompanied by her father. He dined with us, and we passed a pleasant evening together, my Aunt and the Colonel, evidently getting more and more in rapport. On his departure, he left his daughter in Lady Flora’s charge, directing her to be good and obedient.

My Aunt made everything very comfortable for her in a room adjoining her own, and when she was bidding her good-night, told her that she had desired Susan her own maid to get ready a warm bath and attend her, as she was in the habit of doing for herself before going to bed; and that if she felt sleepless or lonely in the night, she might run in to her, as there was a door
opening into her room. She then kissed her and retired, merely drawing the door to, so that it might be opened with a push.

My Aunt had thus arranged with her usual cleverness that Susan, as being less likely to excite suspicion, was to make the first attempt on the innocent Clara, and to commence that night when assisting at her bath.

She accordingly invited me to come to her room and watch with her the progress of the undertaking.

When I entered, I found her in her chemise and dressing-gown. She at once put out the light, placed a large easy chair in a suitable position, and pushed the door slightly open.

She put me into the chair and sat herself between my legs to play with my prick while we listened and watched together.

Through the opening of the door we had a full view of all that part of the inside room where Susan placed the bath, and we could also hear every word spoken.

Susan having set the bath in order said, ‘Now, Miss Clara, the bath is just at the right temperature; shall I assist you to undress as I do her Ladyship? She takes a bath almost every night, and I always help to undress her, as that makes it more pleasant for her; and she told me to do everything for you as I would for herself.’

‘Well Susan, I really don’t require any assistance, but if you think that Lady Flora would like it, you may remain.’

‘I am sure she would like me to do everything for you just as I would for herself. She lets me take off everything – this way.’ But Clara held her chemise and said she was ashamed.

‘You surely don’t mind taking off your chemise before me, Miss Clara! Women don’t usually feel ashamed of one another. I see Lady Flora naked almost every night. There. That’s right, now step in. Is the bath as you would like it?.’