The carriage ground to a halt outside a small boarding house where I had booked a room for the next few days- just enough to let me put down a payment on a proper home with my father’s money. The driver helped me pull my bags from the carriage, and nodded politely at me as I struggled to carry them over the threshold of my temporary home.
I exchanged a few words with the receptionist, who soon handed me the key to my room and let me make my way upstairs. Opening the door, I realized very suddenly what I had got myself into. Several rats scattered into all corners of the room as I entered, and the pervasive smell of damp filled up my nostrils as I attempted to hold back a retch. I knew my luxurious living quarters back home were something of an exception, but I didn’t expect anything as awful as this. Cringing slightly, I placed my bags down on the bed, which buckled and bent under their weight. I couldn’t conceive of how it would hold up my ample form for an entire night, let alone the week I had paid for.
Resolving to make the best of what I had, I looked around the room. I was damp and cold; what I could really use was a bath and then a rest to get my head together for the following morning’s excursions. And I was hungry, too- starving, in fact. Gathering a handful of coins from my purse, I shoved them into my pocket and decided to go out to find some food and soap before I went to bed. My very first act as a self-sufficient woman.
I returned to the receptionist, and asked if there was anywhere nearby where I could get a hot meal. He directed me to a public house only a few minutes’ walk from my lodgings, and began my short, freezing journey into the night. I would have to get used to a life without carriages now, I supposed, unless I could find some handsome, rich husband who wanted to take care of me. I snorted at myself; I had come here to get away from the tyranny of rich men, not to stroll straight into the arms of some clone of my father’s.
I spotted a warm glow and heard a low rumble from one of the buildings in the distance, and realized that I must have reached my destination. Pushing open the door, I made my way inside. It was mostly empty, save for a few lonely drunkards, barely glancing up from their ale as they sat, red-faced, in their own little corners of the room. The barmaid smiled warmly at me.
“What can I get you, love?”
Her kind words filled me with a rush of happiness and security, and I had her bring me a bowl of soup and bread. The bread was tooth-snappingly hard, but the soup was good and rich, and I gulped it down gratefully.
“You’ll want to slow down with that a little bit, don’t want to give yourself indigestion, now, do you?”
A voice, slightly amused, floated across the bar at me to commentate my dinner. My head snapped up, somewhere between defensive and nervous, and I found myself looking straight at one of the most handsome men I’d ever met.
His eyes were pale blue, a perfect match for his slightly wavy, chestnut brown hair. A few inches taller than me, he was dressed impeccably- like a gentleman, in fact, though I couldn’t quite work out what someone of good fortune would be doing in this kind of place, especially this late at night. A flicker of trepidation ran through me as we looked at each other for that long moment-I felt a clench between my legs, a shocking, sharp feeling unlike anything I’d felt before. He smiled broadly at me.
“Now, what’s a beautiful young woman like you doing at a place like this at this time in the evening, eh?” He asked. It could have sounded somewhat rapacious, but he said it with a soft voice and a slightly cocked head, as if he was genuinely curious to see what I was doing here.
“I- I’m away from my family on business. I’m examining a new location for a factory, but my carriage got stuck in the mud and I arrived late.” The lies began to flow easily and comfortably off my tongue. “I needed something to eat, and this was the only place still open, so I came in.”
“Arrived late? Well, we can’t have a young woman like you wandering the streets by herself with nowhere to go. It wouldn’t be very Christian of me not to offer you bed and board for an evening.” There was a hint of suggestiveness in his voice, but I decided to ignore it. He looked well-off, and maybe just one night in a warm, clean bed would let me get my head together for the work I had to do over the following weeks? Anyway, I was almost certain that a man of his age, standing, and looks would be married by now. I surely didn’t have anything to worry about on that front.
“I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm,” I replied, and I found that my voice had dropped to not much more than a whisper. I was surprised at myself. What exactly did I want from this man? I didn’t quite understand the feelings racing through the lower portions of my body, but I knew I liked them. And I knew that I wouldn’t be totally put out to find that he was a bachelor after all, despite my promises to myself to avoid any men like my father.
“Very good. If you’ve finished your soup, I have a carriage waiting outside.” He nodded courteously, standing up and offering me his arm. For the first time, I gripped a man’s arm because I wanted to feel it’s strength under his jacket. Being this close to him was making me a little dizzy, so much so that he had to offer me his hand to climb up inside the carriage. We both sat down opposite each other, and he smiled at me.
“I realize now that I don’t even know your name,” he uttered softly.
“Victoria. Like the Queen.”
“How very appropriate.”
I looked at him, confused. “What do you mean by that?”
“There is something very regal about you, Victoria.”
A pause.
“And what about you? Who is the man I have so willingly gone home with on this dark and stormy night?”
He laughed lightly. “I’m Edgar, Edgar Wollstonecroft.”
My breath caught in my mouth. I did know this man. The Wollstonecrofts were famous around these parts; a pile of rich, attractive sons who maintained their eternal bachelorhood. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t made the connection in my head; of course it was him. And here I was, sitting in a carriage, heading straight back into his house. A little spike of fear passed through my system, making me shiver, but it felt very much like excitement. I didn’t know what I wanted from Edgar, but I knew I wanted something more than just a bed for the evening. Maybe I wanted his bed. The thought of lying in flagrante delicto with this magnificent man caused my breath to catch in my mouth a little; I felt myself flush. Edgar cocked his head to the side and looked at me, evidently amused.
The carriage pulled to a halt outside a handsome townhouse, and Edgar pushed the door open in front of me. Hopping out onto the puddle-filled pavement, he pulled off his jacket and lifted it over my head to keep the rain from wetting me further. One arm around my waist, he led me to the door of the house, pushed a key into the lock, and followed me inside.
It was a truly magnificent interior; modern, with tiled floors and wooden panelling running along the walls. My eyebrows shot into my hairline as I looked around; this was the sort of place I wanted for myself one day, once I’d earned enough money and could live here comfortably. Suddenly, I was aware of footsteps coming from the adjoining room, and my stomach dropped to the floor; maybe he did have a wife, after all, and this was just a noble act of Christian charity. I sincerely hoped that it wasn’t.
The door to the living room was pushed open, revealing another man of around Edgar’s height. Unlike Edgar, he was blond, with piercing grey eyes, dressed just as handsomely as Edgar was. I was confused; was Edgar in the habit of finding well-dressed houseguests and giving them a place to stay for the evening, or did he share his house with this man?
“Ah, Joel. I hoped you’d be here!” Edgar strode forward and grabbed the man’s hand in a firm handshake. “This is Victoria. She’s here on business, and she had nowhere to stay, so I thought it would only be decent to give her a room here. I’m sure that you’ll find that agreeable?” The men exchanged a heated look, a look of slight amusement, as I waited, slightly uncomfortably, behind them.
“Victoria, it’s my pleasure,” Joel said, bowing slightly
from the waist up and smiling at me warmly. Relief washed over me, and I grinned back. So, I had a place to stay for the night, and it was with these two extraordinarily handsome older men, Now, what was a girl to do with herself?
“Victoria, can I offer you a drink? Maybe a glass of brandy to warm you up?” Edgar called from the living room, his words punctuated with the tinkling of bottles. Joel gestured me through with him, and I found Edgar pouring three glasses of brandy for each of us. Taking a seat on one of the gorgeous couches, I peeled off my jacket. As I did so, I felt Joel’s eyes on me; I knew that he was admiring my frame, as so many men had before. Voluptuous hips, strong legs, and small, pert breasts tended to do that to my gentleman callers. But when Joel did it I didn’t feel as sleazy or objectified as I usually did; no, quite the opposite. I felt powerful, desired. I felt as if I’d already had that glass of brandy, I was so fired up and….aroused? Was that the feeling that was overwhelming my body? Did I want this man in a physical sense? No, I knew that it wasn’t just Joel or just Edgar that I desired; I wanted both of them. My eyes widened as I took stock of my own brazenness. I didn’t really just consider that, did I?
Edgar handed me a glass, and the two men settled on separate seats opposite me, both eyeing me with interest.
“So, Victoria, tell us, will your husband be joining you tomorrow?” Edgar smiled at me, curious.
I spluttered slightly into my brandy. “Well, actually, I…I’m as yet unmarried. I haven’t found a suitable man quite yet.”
Joel’s eyes glinted at me. “Unmarried, eh? What kind of family would send an unmarried young woman like you into town all by herself with no place to stay?”
I giggled. The brandy was warming me all the way through. “Oh, you know…they trust me not to get tangled up with the wrong kind of men.”
Joel and Edgar exchanged a look again. I was desperate to know what they were silently saying to each other with those looks; were they, too, wondering what it would be like to deflower me? My entire body tensed at the thought, aching for the kind of relief I could only give it alone in bed, in the deepest of nights, when my hand would slide below the sheets and toy with what was at the apex of my thighs. There was a moment of silence between all three of us before it happened; rich, dripping with desire and want. In that silent pause, it became clear to everyone in the room what was going to happen.
Edgar placed his glass down on a small end table beside him. “Victoria, I want you to listen to everything I say very carefully. You’ve been raised as a sweet, well-educated young woman, I can tell, and thusly you’ll understand that disobeying your elders will get you punished.”
I nodded, my eyes wide.
“Pull up your dress, and show me and Joel how you pleasure yourself.”
What? Here? Now? My brain and body exploded with a mix of emotion; blood was pulsing round my body, causing a powerful rush to the space in between my legs. I knew that I wanted to give myself some relief, and I knew that the thought of Joel and Edgar watching made my head spin with arousal. Slowly pulling up my skirts, I spread my legs apart and pulled off my undergarments. One of the men, I couldn’t be sure which, let out a sudden gasp at the sight of my unclothed lower regions. Sliding my hand between my legs, I was surprised to find myself slick and wet; it only made the feeling even more intense. Rubbing furiously, I felt a familiar build deep in my loins. I desperately wanted that release, and, looking upon the dazed faces of the men in front of me, I was tipped over the edge by a combination of their carnal longing and my busy fingers. I shook, crying out and squeezing my legs together, causing some of the liquid to drip down my legs. It was a more intense feeling that anything I had felt before, but I wasn’t satisfied. Not yet. Waiting until my moans had deceased, Edgar approached me.
“Now, Victoria, did we say that you could bring yourself to orgasm?”
To…to what? I squirmed as the contractions in my loins continued to send shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. I looked up at Edgar, biting my lip. He didn’t look angry, he looked playful, and desirous. I swore to myself then and there that I would do anything in power to please this man and his friend.
“We didn’t agree to you having an orgasm, and I’m terribly sorry to say that this means you’ll have to be punished harshly for your misdemeanour.” Edgar looked down at me, mock-stern.
“And how…how would you like to punish me, sir?”
Edgar grinned that boyish grin. “I would like you to keep your skirts pulled up over your posterior, and lay yourself upon my lap. I will spank you ten times, and you will answer each strike with “thank you, sir, may I have another?” Do you understand, Victoria?”
I nodded, mute. Just the thought of it was humiliating and sexy and my body was urging me on. Edgar held out his hand, and walked me back over to the couch, where he sat down and guided my body across his lap so my bare backside was exposed to him.
“You understand why I have to do this, Victoria?”
I nodded.
“Answer me, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, remember what you have to say. If you forget, I’ll add another ten strikes to your total.”
Ten strikes! I flinched in a mixture of anticipation and arousal. When the first hit came down, I shuddered slightly. It was harder than I thought, enough to leave a sting of pain radiating throughout my loins. I was shocked into silence for a moment, then remembered my orders.
“Thank you, sir, may I have another?”
As Edgar slowly, certainly rained down spanks on my rear end, I saw Joel, who had previously been watching from a couch on the opposite side of the room, step around the back of me. As Edgar reached the fifth spank, I felt Joel slowly begin to probe the opening of my sex. It was a feeling unlike anything I’d ever felt before, a shocking, glorious feeling, and my heart leapt into my mouth again. The mixture of deference to Edgar while Joel pleasured me from behind was almost too much to bear, especially combined with the firm pressing of Edgar’s manhood against my body. I knew these men desired me more than I had ever been desired in my life and, for the first time, I wanted them too. Maybe the problem wasn’t with the suitors that my family brought home for me, but rather because I needed two men to truly satisfy me sexually. I grinned to myself, luxuriating in the feelings coursing through me. It surely couldn’t get better than this, could it?
Once the ten slaps were over, Joel slowly slid his probing fingers out of my sex.
“Well done, Victoria. Your training will now continue, but not without a reward first.” Edgar said as he straightened up, guiding me on to all fours on the tiled floor. “First, you need to take off the rest of this dress.”
A reward? My busy mind worked overtime as I tried to figure out what that might be. I fumbled my way out of the complex dress, and now stood before both men, absolutely naked. They both eyed me lustily. I returned to my position on all fours on the ground, and Joel stepped in front of me, so my head as level with his hips. I was suddenly aware of Edgar slowly pushing my legs apart as he positioned himself, on his back, underneath my sex, hovering his mouth mere inches from the aching flesh. I was so distracted by the knowledge that Edgar was only moments away from pressing his lips into my sex that I barely noticed Joel unbuttoning his trousers and slowly drawing out his penis. It was around eight inches long, and as thick as both my thumbs, rigid and glistening with fluid at the tip. Slipping his hand into my hair, he guided my surprised mouth on to his manhood. I heard Edgar’s voice from underneath me, feeling his breath whispering over my mound.
“Victoria, your reward will go like this. As long as you continue sucking Joel’s cock satisfactorily, I will be sure to tend to your gorgeous sex. I know you may not have done this before, but use your lips, your tongue, and your throat to take his whole length inside you. It’s not as difficult as you think. Do you agree to this? If so, move your posterior back and forth.”
I did as I was told, shifting my round buttocks as well as I could as I attempted
to focus on servicing the penis-the cock?- that was in my mouth. Then suddenly, I felt Edgar’s mouth sealed around my sex, his fingers digging into my backside firmly to keep me still. Gently, he teased the flesh aside until he found the perfect point of pleasure, very carefully applying a gentle suction motion over and over again, bringing me half way to ecstasy before pulling back. I felt another short, sharp slap to my sore backside, reminding me that I was supposed to be pleasuring Joel, not focusing on my own pleasure.
I turned my attention to the penis in my mouth. Looking up at Joel, I briefly made eye contact and saw a man so utterly consumed with lust for me that I felt obliged to relieve some of the pressure he was feeling. Propping myself up on one hand, I pulled all but the tip from my mouth and ran my tongue around the head in an exploratory fashion; it tasted salty and fleshy, but smooth; I could feel his hardness straining like an iron girder beneath the skin on the surface, and revelled in the fact that it was I who had made him this way. Slowly drawing him further into my mouth, my tongue continued it’s frenzied exploration of his manhood, licking the underside hungrily and pushing the evidence of his arousal even further into my mouth. I felt it hit the back of my throat and I gagged, looking up at him once more, apologetic this time. He smiled back, and worked his fingers into my hair once again, gently pushing my head up and down his manhood until I reached a regular rhythm. Pulling my lips over my teeth, I closed my eyes and bobbed my head gently, sucking experimentally; I heard Joel gasp a little as I did so, and realized I must be doing something right. As I settled in to a more comfortable rhythm of sucking and licking, I was able to focus once again on the almost ridiculous feelings Edgar was causing between my legs. It might have been my first time doing any of this, but I was certain Edgar couldn’t have learned such skills in just one sitting.
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