Read Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set Online
Authors: Lucy Wild
We now return to the beadle. He had stripped out of every
stitch he wore and sat naked by the fire, having counted the contents of every
drawer. “I’ll do it,” he said to himself as the door burst open and Mrs
Cornhole hurried in, throwing herself in the chair by the fire and gasping for
breath.
“Mrs Cornhole, what is this ma’am?”
“I’m dreadfully put out Mr Bummer.”
“Hush, you are flushed and overheated. Allow me to remove
some of your things that you may cool. Will you take some wine?”
He poured her a glass before helping her out of her clothes,
looking greedily at her body as it came into view, taking in the swell of her
breasts, the curve of her hips and the shape of her sex. “This is comfortable
room ma’am,” said the beadle as she drained her glass in a single motion. “Some
more?”
“It is too much for one,” she said, looking around the room.
“But not for two eh?”
She dropped her head before looking at him again, taking in
his erect cock which pointed towards her.
“The board allows you coal and candles don’t they?”
“And the house rent free.”
“What an angel you are,” said Mr Bummer, lifting her onto
his lap and wrapping her legs around his back, kissing her profusely as she
blushed. “My Slout is dying,” he added.
“Won’t last a week,” she replied, sliding her hand down his
chest.
“His death will cause a vacancy,” said the beadle, caressing
her buttocks in his hands. “A vacancy that must be filled.”
“There is something that must be filled first,” she replied,
taking hold of his shaft and guiding him up into her.
“I can help with that also,” he replied, thrusting hard up
into her, watching her expression change as he filled her pussy. They crashed
around the room in their passion, changing position every minute until finally
the beadle was on his back and Mrs Cornhole was filled in her cornhole and at
last they reached a most satisfying orgasm in the same instant.
Once dressed Mr Bummer held the door handle and said, “What
flustered you before?”
“I will tell you when we’re married.”
Mr Bummer left the building with a light heart and visions
of promotion which occupied him until he reached the brothel of Semenbally.
Through the glass he could see Tit and Charlotte said either side of a table
laid out with oysters.
“They enflame the ardour,” said Charlotte. “Try this nice
fat one.”
“I wish we had a nice fat one to share,” sighed Tit.
Mr Bummer burst into the room. “Say that again miss.”
Charlotte screamed and Tit gazed at the beadle in terror.
“How dare you mention such a thing and how dare you
encourage her?”
“But we do of times want a fat one.”
“Silence! I came here to book a whore for a gift for my
betrothed and instead I hear such sinful talk. I can see I must take you both
in hand. Bend over the counter top this instant.”
The two girls did as he commanded, gasping as he yanked
their skirts and panties down to expose the peachy skin of their bottoms. He
implied both would enter the pits of hell if they did not repent, all the while
landing spank after spank upon them, gradually increasing the intensity until
the air rang with the sound of it.
Finally he tired but he did not let them stand. “A fat one
you wanted?” he asked, lowering his trousers. “Then a fat one you shall both
have.” With that he guided his cock into Charlotte’s waiting pussy, stretching
and filling her whilst continuing to spank her companion. He began to thrust
into her but only enough to tease before pulling out and moving across to Tit,
easing into her in much the same way.
He continued back and forth, teasing both for some time
before allowing them to touch each other whilst he grew close to orgasm. He
stepped back and observed their mutual masturbation before insisting that as
they enjoyed eating so much they could eat him post haste. He set them on their
knees before him and ran his hand along the shaft of his cock until it jerked
and a spray of cum splashed onto their eager mouths. He moved from Charlotte to
Tit and back again as they sucked him dry before he gave them a final warning
as to their conduct and went on his way.
Now we must leave him and inquire after Olivia Twist to
ascertain whether she is still lying in the ditch where Fuckit left her.
Sikes looked back at his pursuers, the wounded girl across
his knee as he rested for a moment. He could hear the alarm and the bark of
dogs. “Bear a hand with the girl,” he said to Fuckit. Together they laid her in
the dry ditch beside them.
“It’s up Bill,” said Toni. “Leave the kid and show your
heels.” With that he took off and Sikes followed, pausing only to toss his cape
over Olivia.
A minute later the pursuers reached the same spot. After a
short conference they determined to return home, leaving Olivia unseen.
The next morning she awoke with a cry, her arm saturated
with blood. In a daze she began to walk, eventually reaching the house from
which she’d fled the night before. There she fell in the doorway and was soon
after admitted inside by the lady of the house. “Poor girl! Treat her kindly
Giles,” she said to her servant, despatching another for the constable and the
doctor.
Thus Olivia was taken in, carried upstairs and set down in
bed to rest for the time being.
The doctor found Olivia sat up in bed. “Leave us alone,” he
told the household, closing the door and approaching the bedside. “How do you
feel?”
“Sexually frustrated,” Olivia replied, unable to keep her
private thoughts private in her daze. “I want a cock inside me and I want an
orgasm.”
“My dear!” blustered the doctor, unused to such coarse
language from any quarter. “You are quite mad.”
“Assist me sir and I will feel much better I am certain of
it.”
“I shall not. I wish only to examine you.”
“Of course,” Olivia said, gingerly removing the nightdress
in which she had been placed and revealing her naked body, spreading her legs
and pulling her pussy lips wide apart. “Would you like to examine in here
perhaps?”
The doctor wanted to tell her to dress this instant but the
sight of her pink wetness so exposed to him who was not married and frustrated
also prevented him. Instead he ensured the door was locked before removing his
coat. “I will check inside you if I may,” he said, leaning down and slowly
inserting a finger into Olivia. “How does that feel?”
“I need something bigger,” she replied. “Something much
bigger.”
The doctor had his cock out in a flash, climbing onto the
bed and taking hold of the shaft. “This is just to check you are well,” he
said.
Olivia nodded in response. “Of course. Now fuck me!”
The doctor slid into her, staring into her eyes as they
widened before she began to kiss him. His body was soon crushing hers against
the bed, holding her in place as he ground onto her, his pelvis hitting her
clit in just the right way. In moments she came, her pussy contracting around
him. “I need examining in here,” she gasped, pushing him off her and turning
over, reaching back to spread her buttocks apart. “Very deeply in here.”
“Of course,” the doctor said, taking the tip of his cock and
easing it into her anus, watching it stretch around him. He took his time
moving deeper into her until he was buried within and only then did he begin to
thrust, the tightness of her bringing him to orgasm in a matter of minutes. As
he came he lay still against her, his cock filling her arse with spunk before
he withdrew.
Once outside the room the lady of the house approached him.
“Well, how is she?”
“She will be well but I must check on her in private twice
daily for a good while to check on her progress.”
“Should we give her anything?”
“I will ensure she gets plenty of fluids.”
The doctor led the household in to find Olivia asleep in her
bed. “Can such a young woman be pupil of robbers?” asked the lady of the house.
“Vice takes up her abode in many,” replied the doctor,
thinking of being in her bottom just minutes before. “A lot of vice.”
“We must be able to do something to save her from such a
life.”
It was many an hour before Olivia next woke. At that point
she was asked to disclose her history and this she did from first to last as
the household listened with nodding heads and weeping eyes. Afterwards Olivia
slept again.
The constable was called and informed that none could be
sure who Olivia was, only that they were all certain she was not the thief.
The household were now in cahoots but when a superior to the
constable arrived, it took all their skills to persuade him of Olivia’s
innocence. At last they sent him in to interview the poor girl who repeated her
demand for sex as she had done with the doctor.
“I am an officer of the law,” said the man in uniform
boldly, even as his hands fell to her breasts, exposed to his gaze when she
lifted her nightdress. “I cannot be bribed.”
“I am not bribing you,” she replied, pulling him onto the
bed and tossing him onto his back. She climbed onto him and lowered her pussy
over his cock until she was sitting firmly on him. “I am fucking you.”
She began to bounce up and down on his shaft as he tried his
best to interview her over the crime that had taken place at the house. He soon
lost interest in his questions as she squeezed him tightly whilst toying with
her clit until she came with a scream and a twitch of her arms, falling onto
him so he could thrust all the quicker into her and reach his own climax but a
minute later.
When the officers of the law left, they were certain of one
thing, that a seductive temptress like Olivia Twist could not possibly have
been involved in the burglary even if she were clearly interested in buggery.
Olivia slowly recovered. The doctor helped her frustration
by joining her in bed twice daily as he had promised. With each session her stamina
grew until she and the good surgeon would roll on the floor together for hours
at a time.
They finally felt her well enough to take her to see Mrs
Downlow. Sadly upon arrival they found that she had sold her goods and gone to
the West Indies six weeks before. To assuage her despair they took her to a
cottage at some distance in the country. It was a happy time spent there in the
company of the birds and the trees, walking together and enjoying the sweet
smelling air. Thus three months passed and Olivia felt bonded to the household
forever.
Sadness imposed itself on the household when a young member
fell ill and died shortly after. Olivia attempted to console the old lady as
best she could, on the day after the funeral, slipping into her bed as she wept
and wrapping her arms around her.
“I miss her so,” the old lady cried.
“I know,” said Olivia, beginning to stroke her nipples.
“Perhaps I can distract you for a short time.” The nipples under the old lady’s
dress felt stiff by this point and her tears dried as Olivia kissed them from
her cheeks, slowly working her kisses lower to the lady’s bosom, sucking and
licking her nipples whilst reaching under her dress.
She found the hidden pussy under there was already wet and
thrust into it with a finger whilst using the palm of her hand to grind at her
clit. The old lady sighed, her hand moving to Olivia in much the same manner.
Together they lay mutually masturbating until they reached orgasm, the old lady
falling asleep almost instantly after coming, leaving Olivia to stroke her own
clit to climax before drifting off herself.
Olivia continued to live in the country house, enjoying
every moment until she had a most unfortunate dream. Unsure whether she was
awake or asleep, she saw Getin and Sikes by her window. They climbed in and
held her down, tearing her clothes from her as she begged them to get inside
her. But they did not, instead they fucked each other whilst she was forced to
watch, her hands bound to her sides.
Only when she screamed for someone to enter her did they
turn and undo her ropes, bending her over whilst Sikes took her buttocks and
rammed himself between them, straight into her bottom. She let out a yelp of
pain and pleasure as he began to thrust almost instantly, filling her posterior
whilst Getin pressed her naked pussy to Olivia’s face, almost smothering her.
Olivia could smell and feel nothing but sex and she felt a
heat build up inside her that burst like a balloon, waves of orgasmic bliss
washing over her as Sikes continued to fuck her, growing faster and faster
until she felt him spasm deep in her arse and then she was filled with his cum.
He withdrew as Getin ground her clit onto Olivia’s tongue, using her to reach
her own orgasm shortly after. “Come,” said Getin. “It is definitely her. Let’s
away.”
They left via the window as Olivia bolted upright in bed,
certain it was a most powerful dream. She frowned as she felt a wetness between
her legs and touched it with her fingers, finding a sticky white substance on
her buttocks that made her scream out that it wasn’t a dream after all.
The household searched beside the house and far into the
distance but found no sign of any wanderer. In the end it was suggested that
perhaps one of the servants had slept with Olivia whilst she forgot about it
shortly after. It wasn’t a satisfactory explanation but none could suggest
better.