Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set

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Indecent

Fifteen
Erotic Victorian Tales

 

Lucy Wild

  

Copyright
2016 Lucy Wild

Published
by Luna Swift Publishing

All
characters portrayed are consenting adults over the age of 18

Contents

 

The Lady and
the Lesbian

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Wild Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

My Master

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Dress Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Kiss Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Cure Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Examine Me

Show Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Teach Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Olivia Twist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Carol
Christmas

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Shelly Homes
and the Red Pubed League

Maid to
Serve

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Count Wetula

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

My Story

Also by the
Same Author

 

 

Chapter
1

 

As I lay exhausted and aching all
over, the blankets draped over me on Maria’s bed, I realised I’d never been
this happy or this satisfied. Pressing the bell in the wall above my head would
bring servants racing to my room to attend to my every desire. It was all so
different to how I thought my life would go.

I was brought up in a tiny village, my childhood spent
slaving over our smallholding, tending to father’s animals or weeding his
crops, wishing all the while that there might be more to life than farming. I
had little hope for the future. The girls in my village either got married and
tended to their husband instead of their land, or they remained with their
parents forever. I yearned for something more but had no idea how such a thing
might be achieved or even what that something might be.

It all changed when I was standing next to the fire at the
end of yet another exhausting day not long after turning eighteen, trying to
warm my frozen mud coated fingers at the pathetic flickering flame in the
grate. Rain dripped from the end of my thin dress, the fabric clinging to my
skin and making me even colder.

My father coughed behind me to attract my attention. I
turned in time to see him put down his tankard of ale and fold his arms across
the ragged woollen jumper covering his chest. His expression scared me, it
looked as if he was about to tell me something he knew would upset me.

“Lizzie my girl,” he said, taking a deep breath before
continuing. “You’re eighteen now.”

“I am aware of that father,” I replied, pushing my back
towards the fire, hoping the ice in my limbs might thaw at least a little. “I
thought you were not though.”

“Meaning?”

“No gift for becoming an adult, not even a mention of my
birthday.”

“I was at market,” he shrugged. “Tell me Lizzie, do you have
any intentions of marrying?”

“No father.”

“No boys who catch your eye? Jonathan perhaps?”

“The baker’s son? He has his interests elsewhere, in the
farmyard if rumours are to be believed.”

“No one else?”

“No father.”

“I thought not.” He lapsed into silence for a moment as if
trying to decide how to word what he wanted to say. “I have a new wife,” he
said at last.

I almost fell backwards into the fire. “Mother’s only been
dead for six months. Did you meet her at the funeral?”

The door scraped open and a short figure in black walked in
with an umbrella over her head. She shook the raindrops from it before folding
it and turning to me, lifting her veil as she did so. She looked little older
than me but her eyes had the icy coldness of a woman who has seen much and done
much, none of it wholesome. I glanced down at her well fed body and buxom
chest, so different to my own undersized and malnourished frame.

“My case is sitting in the rain,” she said bluntly. “Is it
to remain there all day?”

“No of course not my love,” father said. “Lizzie, go and
fetch it.”

“What? Why can she not bring it in herself?”

“Because I am a weak woman,” she said, her bulky arms
betraying her lie. “Do as your father says.”

I opened my mouth to protest but then closed it again. It wasn’t
worth the fight. Walking outside into the rain, I found two large and heavy
cases dumped in the mud by the driver of a carriage who was already climbing
back behind his horses.

“Can you help me?” I asked, heaving at the first case. He
laughed in response and whipped the horses into life, the wheels flicking up
mud as he rode out of our yard. I grabbed the brass handle of the case and
began dragging it through the doorway, setting it down as soon as it was over
the threshold.

“It’s covered in filth you wicked child!” the woman snapped.
“Have you no common sense?”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Lift it of course. Go and get the other one at once!”

I turned and headed back outside. The second case was already
gone, no doubt greedily being unpacked at that moment by one of the more
unsavoury residents of our village.

I walked back inside. My father was nowhere to be seen and
nor was the first case but the woman was still there, hurling a week’s worth of
coal onto the fire in one heaped shovelful. “Where is the other case?”

“Gone.”

“Gone? You mean you’ve stolen it you little thief. Come here
at once!” She grabbed me by the shoulder, twisting my arm painfully as she
threw me towards the table, bending me over it so my chest pressed into the
rough wood.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Teaching you a lesson long overdue,” she replied, lifting
my dress above my buttocks, exposing my posterior to her gaze. I tried to
squirm away but she was far too strong for me. There was a whipping sound and
then a sudden stinging sensation on my bottom as she smacked me as hard as she
could. I again tried to squirm away as a scream of pain escaped me.

My father appeared from the bedroom, taking in the sight
before him. “What is all this noise?” he asked, looking from one of us to the
other. “Unhand my daughter Maude.

The woman let go of me at last and I stood up, tears running
down my cheek as I pushed my dress back down into place. We both spoke at once.

“She stole my case and disrespected me.”

“Father, she struck me.”

He folded his arms and looked at us both. I was hopeful that
he would side with me when he met my gaze but then he looked away. “Apologise
to Maude for losing her case,” he said quietly.

I opened my mouth to protest but his new wife silenced me.
“Go to bed! I shall discuss this with your father and we will speak to you
together in the morning.”

There was no discussion in the morning. I awoke to milk the
cows and when I returned to the house, father had gone, leaving me alone with
the Maude woman who glared at me undisguised contempt as I ate my meagre
breakfast of cold porridge.

“Your father has been forced to visit town to replace my
missing things,” she said as I spooned the greasy mass into my mouth. “They
were not cheap so I hope you are happy with your ill gotten gains.”

I did not answer, hoping she would leave me alone.

“Oh, get out of my sight.”

I left the house and walked into the woods at the far end of
the village. Sitting on my favourite tree stump, I pondered on what to do.
Maude had to go, that much was obvious. But how to achieve such a thing? By the
time I made my way back to the house to feed the chickens, I was no closer to
an answer. As I threw the grain to them, I heard a sound through the shuttered
window. It sounded like a woman moaning. Was Maude in pain? I hoped so as I put
down the bucket and tiptoed through the mud to the shutters, tugging one aside
far enough to allow me to peer in at a sight which shocked me to my very core,
changing my life forever.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Maude was laid on my father’s bed, completely stark naked.
She was on her back, her enormous breasts flopped slightly sideways, her legs
wide apart. From my position I could see the intimate parts of another woman
for the first time. She had one hand below her pubic hair, stroking the top of
her pussy with a single thick finger.

“Get in me,” she said, her voice soft and innocent compared
to the growl she’d used when addressing me. I turned to move away, expecting my
father to appear in view but to my amazement it was the coach driver from the
previous day who appeared at the end of the bed.

“My lovely girl,” he replied. “Look what daddy has for you.”
He was topless, his muscular chest in view as he pulled down his breeches. I
clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp as I saw the protrusion jutting
out from between his legs. Having never seen a cock before, the sight of my
first one shocked me almost as much as seeing Maude naked. It was long and
thick, the head shining and bulbous, a drop of something white leaking from the
hole in the tip as he clambered up onto the bed.

I wondered what was about to happen but the answer came a
second later when he pushed it between Maude’s lips. She sucked him in as if
devouring his length, drawing it into her until he was buried in her throat.
Drool ran down her chin as he grabbed her hair and kept her locked onto him.
“You’re a good girl to daddy,” he said, his voice wavering.

As he thrust his hips at her, fucking her face hard and
fast, I became transfixed by the sight. The chickens pecked around my feet but
I hardly noticed, remaining glued to the spot as my body filled with a strange
warmth I did not understand. I caught glimpses of his shaft each time he pulled
back before he pushed her head away, leaving her gasping for breath, her hair a
straggly mess, her cheeks burning red. His cock seemed harder than ever as he
lifted her up and flipped her onto her knees, her bare bottom and soaking wet
pussy pointing towards me and him.

He reached down and spread her buttocks wide apart, his
tongue delving down the cleft to her hole and sliding into her bottom, leaving
me more shocked than ever as instead of yelling at him to stop this intrusion,
she rocked her hips back towards him, drawing him deeper into her.

“Fuck me,” she muttered as he knelt behind her and took hold
of his cock. With a slow but definite motion, he eased it into her bottom. I
was certain he would not fit, the hole looked too small but somehow it went in
and kept sliding further into her depths. “Deeper!” she moaned.

I winced at the sight on her behalf. How was that not
agonisingly painful? I pulled the shutter open a little wider to see better as
he began to thrust back and forth in her bottom, his hips slamming into her
cheeks as he tugged at her hair, forcing her head back.

“Harder daddy!” she whined. “I need it harder.”

He began to pant with the effort of slamming in and out of
her bottom.

“I’m going to come in you my girl,” he grunted, taking hold
of her hips and sliding all the way back from her.

“Don’t you dare!” she hissed, whipping away from him and
shoving him onto his back, grabbing his cock whilst glaring at him. “I come
first!” She spread her legs over his hips and guided him back into her bottom,
rocking up and down over his prostrated figure, squeezing her nipples as she
rode him ever faster. I leaned in through the window to obtain a better view as
her facial expression began to change. She began playing with her pussy with
both hands, one sliding into her pussy, the other on her clit, rubbing it
frantically whilst moaning ever louder.

“I’m going to…” she cried before falling silent, her head
flicking backwards, her mouth wide open. At the same moment, he thrust up hard
and let out a loud grunt. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. I didn’t know what was
happening but she seemed in both agony and ecstasy at the same moment.

A chicken pecked my foot and I let out a cry of pain. Their
eyes turned towards me at the sound and I darted out of sight, crouching
beneath the window, hoping I hadn’t been spotted. Silently I crept away,
unaware that my footprints were clearly visible in the mud beneath the
shutters.

 

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