Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (3 page)

Chapter 6

The man didn’t seem in the least surprised by her command,
already undoing his trousers and exposing an enormous erect cock. He knelt
behind his wife whilst staring at Maria’s pussy, my fingers still inside her. I
sat up a little for a better view and was able to see his cock slide straight
up her pussy, her dress around her waist. She was shoved forwards by the force
of his first thrust and the woman’s face buried itself in my pussy. Her tongue
came out and with each thrust of his cock, she delved deep into me, her nose
hitting my clit and sending shudders of pleasure through me.

I stared at the man’s face as he fucked her, a look of
animal lust in his eyes, turning me on even more. I lifted my breasts to tease
him, toying with my nipples as he stared back at me. His wife let out a moan of
pleasure as an orgasm wracked her body. She collapsed to the floor of the
coach, sliding off his cock and leaving it glistening in the air.

I was seized with an uncontrollable urge to touch it,
reaching out and taking a cock in my hand for the first time in my life. I slid
my hand over her juices, feeling the bumps of his veiny shaft before squeezing
the end. Maria watched me, taking my hand from her pussy and pushing it towards
him. “Go on,” she said, encouraging me.

Licking my lips, I bent forwards and took the cock into my
mouth. It tasted of his wife’s pussy as it slid over my tongue, making me gag
on the sheer bulk of it, my lips stretched wide apart. I caught a salty drop
that formed at the tip as the man groaned and threw his head back.

Maria grabbed my head and forced me to fuck him with my
mouth, drool running down my chin as I fought for breath. The woman on the
floor looked weakly up at me with a smile as the man gasped, “I’m going to
come.”

Maria yanked my head back until he fell from my mouth just
as he came. His cock jerked in the air and a jet of cum spurted from it,
landing on my face and running down my cheeks as I gasped for air. A second
load of cum landed in my mouth, splashing over my tongue. I was pushed back
onto his cock as it jerked a final time, the last drops running down the back
of my throat as Maria let go of me at last.

Sinking back onto my seat I looked at the woman who was
tasting stray drops of cum on her fingers. The coach jolted over a pothole and I
sat upright as we came to a halt, feeling woozy. Looking around me, I frowned
at the sight of Maria asleep as were the couple opposite me. Had I dreamed
that? I could taste cum in my throat but was I imagining it? My pussy dripped
with arousal as Maria sat up and yawned. “Are you well?” she asked. “You look
flushed.”

“I think I was dreaming.”

“Perhaps you weren’t,” she smiled, pushing open the carriage
door. “Welcome to the city,” she said.

I climbed down into a seething mass of people. It was busier
than any place I’d ever seen. Maria took my hand and led me through the crowds,
up a flight of steps, stopping at a huge dark blue door. She grabbed the brass
knocker and slammed it into the wood. The door was opened a moment later by a
butler.

“Lady Maria. Are you well?”

“I’m fine thank you. Lost my key before you ask. This is a
friend of mine. Please show her to the parlour.”

“At once Lady Maria.”

I felt very out of place as I found myself perching on the
edge of an immaculate armchair, not daring to lean back in case I stained the
delicate fabric. A large clock on the mantelpiece ticked loudly but otherwise
the only sound was the thumping of my heart. At last Maria walked in, carrying
a long gown over her arm. “Try this on,” she said.

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“If you are to live here with me, you must dress in a manner
more appropriate than country farm girl.”

“You mean I am to live here?”

“Unless you would prefer to return to your village?”

“My goodness no. I just meant…I’d be honoured to live here.”

“Get changed then.”

“Here?”

“Where else?”

I pulled my tattered dress over my head. Standing naked
before her, I suddenly felt very vulnerable, turning away from her. I jumped in
shock as I felt her hands on me, spinning me back round to face her.

“I can’t resist you,” she sighed. “You’re just too
beautiful.”

Her mouth opened slightly and she pulled me to her, lifting
her own dress over her head as we embraced, my lips tingling with delight at
the softness of her kiss. Her hands slid down my back to my buttocks, pulling
them apart and sliding a finger between the crevice. Her nipples hardened
against my skin as my pussy grew moist. She stroked her way around my bottom,
her finger easing its way into my tiny hole whilst she pushed me backwards
until I crashed into the window. She sank to her knees and buried her tongue in
my pussy whist the finger in my bottom began to rock back and forth.

“Oh my,” I moaned, grabbing the net curtain around me and
yanking too hard. It came free from its hanger and fell to the ground, exposing
our naked bodies to everyone passing by outside on the busy street.

Chapter 7

Grabbing my hand and giggling, Maria ran with me to her
bedroom. As I fell onto the bed she was on me, plunging her tongue back into my
pussy. The butler appeared in the doorway.

“He’s watching us,” I gasped, expecting him to turn away but
Maria merely glanced in his direction.

“Fuck her for me would you Andrew? I must pop to the
bathroom.”

I felt sure I misheard her but then she left, her servant
standing in the doorway and looking down at my naked body, my pussy aching with
unfulfilled emptiness.

“My lady,” he said, undoing his trousers. His clothes were
gone in seconds, his taut muscular arms holding him up as he lay above me, his cock
brushing over my thigh. As he began to kiss me, his cock slid down past my clit
and found my hole, easing its way into me as his body crushed mine.

“Be gentle,” I asked as the head of him stretched the inside
of me. He seemed to fit perfectly as he slid all the way in, remaining deep
inside me whilst kissing me. Our bodies rocked together, his pelvis rubbing my
clit.

“I want to feel you come in me,” I said. “Will you come
inside me?”

He raised his hips and slammed back into me, making me cry
out with pleasure. He shoved me back against the bed with the force of his
movements, my hands on his firm buttocks, drawing him deeper into me. “Come in
me,” I said again as a climax drew near. My pussy walls began to burn with heat
as an orgasm raced through me, making me shudder with delight, my whole body
ablaze with pleasure.

“Oh god,” he muttered. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Do it!” I gasped.

“Not yet Andrew,” came the sound of Maria’s voice from
behind him. She pulled him to his feet and he looked utterly frustrated. Maria
sank to her knees and licked my juices from his shaft. “How was it?” she asked,
turning to me.

“Let him come in me,” I begged. “I want to know what it
feels like.”

“You naughty girl. I thought you only wanted me.”

I blushed furiously.

“Stop teasing her,” Andrew said.

“Oh all right. On your back.”

He climbed onto the bed and lay on his back next to me.
Maria nodded to me so I sat up and climbed onto him, feeling his cock stretch
my insides as it became buried in me. Maria stood behind me, playing with my
nipples with one hand and my clit with the other, all the while planting kisses
on the side of my neck. I ground down on the cock inside me, the butler’s hands
lifting and lowering me onto him as he moved faster and faster towards his orgasm.

Maria’s hands frantically stroked my clit as I let out a
scream and came. At the same instant, the cock inside me jerked inside me and I
felt my first ever load of spunk pour into my hole. So much filled me that it
began to drip back out as I collapsed by his side on the bed, the waves of
bliss from my own orgasm still washing over me.

“Happy now?” Maria asked, smiling down at the two of us.

I nodded back at her, utterly exhausted. There was a
soreness within me from the size of him but I didn’t care, smiling happily as
my eyes glazed over and I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 8

I dreamt I was in the forest by my village again. Maria
crashed through the undergrowth as before but she looked excited instead of
scared. “They’re coming,” she said, throwing me to the ground. In an instant I
was held in place by thick vines which knotted round my wrists and ankles.
Above me a down naked men appeared.

“Here she is boys,” Maria said, pulling off her dress. She
stood above my face as the first man to reach her pushed his cock into her
pussy. All I could do was stare up at them as juices dripped down onto my face.
The other men were all masturbating as they grew stiffer at the sight of Maria
and me.

“I’m going to…” the man began and blinking I found myself no
longer tied down. Now I was strapped to a wooden chair. The men surrounded me
as before but they looked on the verge of orgasm. My pussy cried out for
attention but they ignored it, their cocks approaching my face.

I reached out with my mouth and took the nearest one in,
sucking and licking it in the hope it would arouse the man enough to fuck me.
It didn’t work. In seconds he twitched and pulled away, spraying cum onto my
face. The others seemed to take that as some kind of signal, each of them
beating their shafts until one after another they coated me in multiple loads
of spunk. It ran through my hair as I stuck out my tongue, begging someone to
fuck me.

There was a knocking sound to my left and I looked that way
to see a tree trunk opening. Blinking repeatedly I groaned as I saw I was awake
in Maria’s bedroom, the door opening and Andrew carrying in our breakfast. I
sat up and ate slowly as my clit throbbed. Maria soon awoke and kissed my
cheek, noticing a card on the breakfast tray. “A telegram,” she said.
“Interesting.”

WILL INVEST STOP IN CITY AT NOON STOP BRAMLEY STOP

“What on earth does that mean?” I asked, sipping at my tea.

“Tell me about your father’s new wife,” she replied.

I summed up all I knew of her including catching her on the bed
with the coach driver.

“You have no warm feelings towards her?”

“None at all. I know she wanted me out of the way but I do
not know why.”

“I think I do.”

As she spoke my eyes widened and by the time she’d explained
I’d both laughed and cried. When Maude Bramley arrived at noon I peered out
from my hiding place to see the one woman I’d hoped never to see again.

She looked the same as when she’d spanked me, haughty and
perpetually disgusted by something. I had to suppress a giggle at the
incongruity of the prim and proper woman in black standing in the hall and the
naked woman I remembered calling the coach driver, ‘daddy.’

Andrew offered her a seat in the parlour and I tiptoed
across to listen as Maria walked in and sat opposite her.

“You stole my carriage,” Maude said.

“You stole it from me first. Or had you forgotten that part?
Care to tell me why I shouldn’t throw you into the street?”

“I have a purse full of reasons. I have decided to invest in
your new machine.”

“You have the funds all of a sudden. How very unexpected.
But why should I do business with you after you left my factory with my
carriage and a month’s pay for the staff in your pocket?”

“Because there’s enough there to repay you and much more
besides. I know you Maria. I know you care more about money than petty
grievances.”

“Where did the funds come from?”

“What does it matter?”

“Indulge me.”

Maude smiled, proud of her achievement. “It’s fairly simple.
Find a fool with nothing going on upstairs. Flash him a hint of leg, get him
wed and then disappear with the deeds to his house. Sell them on, take the
money and repeat. This one was so stupid he thought selling the place was his
idea.”

“How do you know I won’t turn you in?”

“Because you forget I saw your accounts. I know how close
you are to bankruptcy since pumping your inheritance into that new loom of
yours.”

“I will bring the forms,” Maria said, ringing a small bell
on the table beside her. Andrew appeared in the doorway with a brown file,
withdrawing with a bow. “Sign these,” Maria said, passing a quill pen and pot
of ink to Maude. I waited with baited breath. This was the key moment. Would
she sign? Or would she want to read the papers first?

Maude scribbled her name where indicated before setting down
the quill beside her. Maria took the papers and placed them back in the file.
“Where are you staying?”

“The Crooked Billet.”

“How apt. See Mrs Bramley out would you Andrew?”

I ran behind a curtain and waited until the front door had
closed before emerging. “Now for part two,” Maria said, waving the file at me.

Chapter 9

The next morning a police constable stood in the parlour
looking through the signed papers. “So where is she?” he asked as he finished.

“The Crooked Billet but listen, there is something you must
know.”

By the end of the day everything was in place. I was once
more in my village wrapped up in an enormous cloak, veil and bonnet, hoping
Maude would not see through the disguise. I sat in the corner of The Crooked
Billet watching Maude flirt with Andrew. She didn’t seem to recognise him as
Maria’s butler but then he was in farmer’s smock instead of suit and as relaxed
as could be.

At last the two of them rose to leave, Andrew tossing me a
note as he passed by my table. Outside I found Maria waiting on her horse.
Tossing her the note, I watched her race away. Andrew and Maude walked in front
of me and I followed them to my old house. Feeling very different to last time
I was here, I eased open the shutters once they were inside. Already she was
naked on the bed, fumbling with Andrew’s trousers. As his cock sprang into
view, she grabbed hold of it and took it deep in her mouth, sucking greedily.

Andrew blocked her from being able to see me so I was able
to observe without fear. He turned her onto all fours away from me, winking
back at me as he buried his face in her bottom, his tongue exploring her hole.
I watched in silence, hoping Maria would return before it was too late.

At last I heard the sound of a horse trotting into the yard
and sighed with relief. They were here. Through the window I could see Maude
looking back at Andrew as his cock slid into her pussy. Her mouth opened wide
as he filled her just as the riders reached my side.

“I’m going to come,” Andrew grunted a moment later, grabbing
Maude and bringing her face to his cock. I heard a man gasp behind me and
turned to see my father striding over to the window, just in time to see Andrew
spray spunk over Maude’s face.7

Fuming, he stormed into the house and tore the two of them
apart. Andrew allowed himself to be thrown out, acting as if unaware who the
angry man was.

We listened at the window as father yelled at Maude. “You
say nothing happened whilst his cum drips from your face? I go away for one day
to buy you the necklace you demanded and this is how you repay me?”

A minute later she appeared in the doorway, not wearing a
stitch of clothing as he threw her out, straight into the arms of the waiting
police constable.

“Maude Bramley?” he asked, grabbing her wrist and enclosing
it in a handcuff.

“Y…yes.”

“You’re under arrest for fraud and bigamy. Come with me.”

I had to resist jumping for joy as she was dragged into a
black coach with barred windows. My father appeared at the doorway as it rolled
away down the street. “I should not have trusted her,” he said. “But how did
you know where to find me?”

“Andrew got your location out of her,” I replied.

“I thank you sir and I apologise for attacking you just
now.” He turned to me. “Can you forgive me?”

“If you accept I love a woman.”

“A what?” He staggered back before regaining control of
himself. “Having seen what marriage can do, I think two women loving each other
can do no more harm.”

We spent that night in the old house, the deeds of sale
burning in the fireplace. The next morning Andrew drove Maria and me back to
the city and here I have remained ever since.

Maude was transported to the colonies, Maria’s machine was
more successful than she could have ever hoped and our future is secure. Best
of all, we have a house full of servants who are all as accommodating as
Andrew. Only last night our bed was filled with Alice the maid, Geraldine the
cook and Andrew, all squeezed in with Maria and myself. As I lie here with the
sun rising outside and my body aching from last night’s pleasure, I sigh with
happiness, the bell under my finger. I press it and wait. In a minute someone
will arrive naked in my doorway, ready to attend to my every whim. Only one
question remains. Will it be Alice, Geraldine or Andrew? Or perhaps if I’m
lucky it might just be all three?