by P. F. Kozak
A light drizzle fell as they entered the building. Jack made sure he stayed directly behind Pamela as they made their way to the office. Men working inside would notice a genteel woman walking through.
After explaining to the foreman why they had come, Pamela and Jack were led to a padlocked room on the second floor. Once inside, Jack lifted the drop cloths, so Pamela could see the furniture underneath.
“Jack, here is the mahogany bed I want. It belonged to Papa. I want to have a canopy made for it.”
They quickly found the matching pieces: a bureau, a cupboard and a night table. Jack told the foreman which pieces to load onto the wagon. A bright floral love seat and chair also caught her attention. “Please take these as well.”
Pamela found a box of trinkets and a clock. “Do you see this, Jack?” She held up a small wooden clock, carved with an intricate design, with a brass dial. “This is a rosewood bracket clock with eight chimes. Papa gave it to my mum on their first Christmas together. He told me she adored it.” She ran her hand over the rich wood. “Papa kept it by his bed. He said my mum spoke to him from heaven whenever the bells chimed.” Pamela had almost whispered the last words.
“Miss Pamela, are you all right?” Jack came up close to her out of concern.
Blinking back the tears that had welled up in her eyes, she smiled up at him. “Yes, Jack, I am quite well, thank you.” She held the clock tightly to her chest. “I will take this in the carriage with us. And that box. The rest can be brought in the hired wagon.”
“Yes, of course, miss.” Jack picked up the box of trinkets and led the way out of the room. At the loading dock, he spoke to the wagon driver and instructed him to take care that the furniture did not get wet, as the rain had begun in earnest.
“Jack, he knows where to deliver the furniture?”
“Yes, miss. He intends to wait for a bit, until the rain lets up. He will deliver everything this afternoon.”
“Splendid! Will you be able to set up the bed for me today?”
“I expect so, miss. There’s not much in your new bedroom. I’ll pay that bloke to help me carry it all upstairs and put it right in your room.”
“Thank you. I do appreciate your help with this.”
Jack and Pamela went to the door. “Miss, it is really raining. Do you want to wait here until it stops?”
“I would much prefer being in the carriage.”
“As you wish, miss.”
Jack ran out in the rain and opened the carriage door. Pamela ran out after him and quickly climbed inside. Jack followed her in and put the box he held on the floor. As he turned to go back outside, Pamela grabbed his arm. “Jack, sit here with me. You’ll catch your death if you sit outside in this rain.”
“It wouldn’t be proper, miss, for me to sit inside with you.”
“And who will know? Look at the street, it’s deserted. No one in their right mind would be out in this. Come, sit with me.”
Jack closed the carriage door and sat down beside Pamela. “Miss, Master Rennard would not like this.”
“Master Rennard does not like many things.” Pamela threaded her fingers through Jack’s. “Jack, I have a very big favour to ask of you.”
“Miss Pamela, you know I will do whatever it is you need.”
“This is personal, Jack, very personal.” Pamela summoned all of her courage. Squeezing Jack’s hand tightly, she blurted out, “I want to know how to please a man. I want to know how to please Peter.”
“Miss Pamela, if you be saying what I think you’re saying, it will come natural to you. I know it will.”
“Jack, that simply isn’t good enough. Master Rennard is worldly, and experienced. I am neither. You know that from last night.”
“Miss, the guvner must know you are chaste.”
“He does. That part of it I will learn from him, when the time comes. But that isn’t what I am talking about.” Pamela placed her hand high on Jack’s thigh. “I want to know what a man enjoys, how he likes to be touched, how to give him pleasure.”
Pamela could see Jack’s response to her suggestion. The bulge growing in his trousers nearly grazed her fingertips. “Miss, Pamela, what do you want to know?”
Pamela moved closer to Jack. “I want to know what a man and a woman can do together, how they can please each other. Show me things, Jack, so I don’t feel foolish and awkward with Peter.”
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Jack pleasures Pamela
Without his asking, Pamela stroked his hardened cock through his trousers. “I have read that men like to be licked. Is that true, Jack?”
“Oh, Miss Pamela, there ain’t a man alive that don’t want to be licked.”
“Would you show me how?”
“Yes, miss, if you really want to know.”
“Jack, I do want to know.”
“Miss Pamela, I’m not sure…”
“Not sure about what?”
“Miss, you will have to kneel on the floor in here to do it. It’s beneath you to be doing that, it is.”
Pamela immediately knelt on the floor of the carriage, eye level with the lump in his trousers. “Jack, I want to learn. I want to know what will please you. Tell me what to do.”
Jack closed his eyes for a moment, his own hand involuntarily stroking his prick. The rain pounded on the roof of the carriage, creating an impenetrable curtain of water outside the carriage window.
When he opened his eyes, they had a sharpness Pamela had never seen. “Miss, I like your bubbies. If you want to know what I like, I like to look at your bubbies.”
Pamela felt the razor’s edge of his eyes on her. She caressed her own breast, watching him follow her hand. “Would you like to see them now, Jack?”
“Yes, miss. I would like that very much.”
Pamela undid the buttons down the front of her green dress, opening it to her waist. Undoing the string on her chemise, she pulled it wide open.
Jack gripped his prick in his hand. Closing his eyes for only a moment, he softly moaned, “Friggin’ ‘ell, your bubbies are nice.”
“Do you think Master Rennard will like them, Jack? Do you?”
“Miss Pamela, if he don’t, the guvner ain’t the man I think he is.”
Pamela shamelessly massaged her own breasts as Jack watched. “You like it when I touch them, don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Pamela, but it’s friggin’ vulgar for a lady such as yourself to be doin’ it for the likes of me. It’s something you would see in a bawdyhouse.”
Pamela leaned forward, resting her full breasts on Jack’s knees. She moved his hand away from his prick and replaced it with her own. “Does Master Rennard go to bawdyhouses, Jack? Have you ever taken him to one?”
“Miss, you be askin’ me something I can’t answer.” Pamela undid Jack’s trousers and reached inside. She stroked his hard prick as she had Peter’s the day before. Jack slid forward on the seat, spreading his knees open wider. Pamela’s face hovered over his crotch.
Pamela carefully untangled his prick from his clothing and exposed it. Continuing to stroke it, she asked him again, “Jack, please tell me. I have to know his habits, so I can be to him what they are, those ladies I know he must visit.”
Jack pushed his groin forward, the tip of his cock bumping Pamela’s chin. Pamela instinctively leaned over and licked the tip. He moaned loudly. “God almighty, miss, lick me some more.”
“Tell me, Jack, where does Master Rennard go?” She lightly licked the tip again.
Jack grimaced and pushed forward, trying to find Pamela’s mouth. She pulled back, not letting him find the opening. His breath came in short gasps as he said, “Nellie’s, he goes to Nellie’s. He went there yesterday, before we come to fetch you.”
Pamela fondled his bollocks. “Only yesterday, he went yesterday?”
“He needed to spend before he saw you. He has always done that when you are home.”
“Where is Nellie’s, Jack?”
; “By the Thames, past Blackfriars Bridge.” Pamela licked the tip of his cock again.
“Put it in your mouth, Judas Priest, suck me.”
Pamela opened her mouth wide and enveloped the tip of his cock, taking as much of the length as she could manage. It tasted salty, with a hint of sulfur. The smell of him hit her spot on. Rather than being repulsed, she found his scent exciting, even intoxicating.
“Use your tongue, Miss Pamela. Keep licking me in your mouth.”
Pamela slid her tongue back and forth in her mouth, licking him as she would a melting chocolate. Jack stopped her and pulled himself out of her mouth. “Miss, you best be taking off your hat. I nearly grabbed onto it.”
“Yes, of course.” Pamela quickly discarded her bonnet. Before she could resume, Jack instructed her.
“Now, Miss Pamela, you want to learn to do it right?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Listen close, now. Take it full in your mouth and keep licking. Don’t move your head. I’ll be doing the moving, not you. When I spend, you have to swallow it. The guvner will like that, he will, if you swallow his cream.”
Pamela nodded her understanding. Jack reached out and squeezed her breasts. “Another thing the guvner would like is if you let him spend rubbing against your bubbies.” He pinched her nipples. “You have real fine bubbies, you do.”
“It feels good when you touch them.” He pinched her nipples again. She pushed her chest forward onto his lap. “I want to lick you, Jack, but rub your prick against my breasts first.”
Jack slid forward and wedged himself between her breasts. “Squeeze your titties together, miss. Hold me tight between them.”
Pamela did as he told her. His stiff cock slid between her breasts. Jack held her shoulders and shoved his organ forcefully into her flesh. He held her tightly and frigged her bubbies as he would a cunt. When his thrusting became more insistent, she feared he would leave bruises. “Jack, let me suck you now. I want to suck you.”
He released her shoulders and slid his hand up into her hair. Pushing her face into his groin, he hoarsely whispered, “Suck me, miss, suck me till I spend.”
Pamela took his throbbing organ in her mouth. The blood pulsed against her tongue as she licked him. As he said he would, he held her head still and used her mouth as a cunt, rapidly moving in and out. She kept her tongue moving, in circles, up and down, in as many different directions as she could manage.
To keep him from thrusting too deeply and gagging her, she held the base of his prick in her hand. Even when he shoved hard into her mouth, her hand kept him from ramming himself too deeply into her throat. Having seen him in the throes the night before, she knew he would spend at any moment.
Suddenly, he closed his fists in her hair and liquid hit the back of her throat. She automatically swallowed to keep from choking. Each squirt of his hot cream hit her palette and she swallowed, until he spent completely. He held her head and pulled himself out of her mouth. He sat for several moments with his eyes closed, catching his breath. Pamela remained kneeling.
Forgetting her dress remained open, she watched him, fascinated by the incredible power she felt at giving him such pleasure. When he opened his eyes, he looked down at her still kneeling.
“Miss Pamela, you should cover yourself. It is unseemly for you to be hanging out like that.” As he said it, he reached out and cupped a fleshy breast in his hand. “They are lovely bubbies. The guvner will like them, he will.”
“Thank you, Jack.” Feeling randy as she laced up her chemise, she said, “I don’t know what I like more, when you look at them or when you touch them.”
“Miss Pamela, I am fond of doin’ both.” He picked up her bonnet. “You best be putting this back on and keeping it on. Your hair is mussed.”
“I will.” Pamela looked out the window. The rain had lessened. “We should be getting on now, Jack, before anyone notices we are still here.”
“Yes, miss, quite right.” Before opening the door to go to the driver’s seat, Jack reached out and pulled Pamela to him. He kissed her, deeply and passionately. “Miss Pamela, once the guvner opens you, if you ever have a mind to lay with me, I would be honoured.”
Before Pamela could answer, he opened the door and jumped down to the street. The carriage jolted forward as Jack took them home.
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“Miss Pamela, men want women, no matter how they can have ’em.”
“But how do they want them, Jack? I’ve read about it, but I don’t understand what it is that attracts them, or what they want to do.”
“Well, miss, men fancy the way a woman looks and smells.” Jack reached out and caressed one of Pamela’s breasts. “I fancy looking at your bubbies.”
“The way I fancied looking at your prick last night?” Pamela leaned back in the seat, while Jack aggressively kneaded her breasts.
“Miss, a lady like yourself shouldn’t be using words like ‘prick.’”
“When I say indecent words to you, I tingle all over.”
“Do you now? Do you tingle when you show me your bubbies?”
“I did last night.” Pamela’s privy parts throbbed as Jack fondled her breasts.
“Then show them to me now. It’s raining so hard. No one is on the street.” The rain pelted the carriage, fogging the carriage windows. “No one can see, even if they walked by.”
While taking off her bonnet, Pamela glanced at the windows, to reassure herself they had privacy. The bulge in Jack’s trousers encouraged her to do as he asked. She unbuttoned her green dress and unlaced her chemise. Jack pulled the dress and chemise wide open, exposing Pamela’s full bosom. “Miss, they are good bubbies, they are.”
Jack leaned forward and kissed her titty. Pamela’s tingles surged through her privy parts until they throbbed more. Jack clamped his lips around a hard nipple and pulled it into his mouth. He suckled her, without mercy, pinching the ripe bud with his teeth. He moved to the other titty and did the same.
Pamela could hardly breathe as he squeezed her nipple in his mouth. What should have caused her pain instead sent fiery sparks though her privy parts. He had to touch her there, like he did the night before. She managed to gasp, “Jack, touch me again, like you did last night.”
He released her titty and put his hand under her skirt. “Are your drawers open?” Before she could respond, his hand connected with the hair between her legs. Pamela moaned and squirmed on the seat.
“Miss, you want it bad, you do. The guvner better take care of business soon, because if he don’t, I will.”
“God in heaven, I want him to, Jack. I really want him to, but I don’t know if he wants me.”
Jack slowly massaged her clitoris. “Miss Pamela, the guvner went to Nellie’s yesterday before meeting you at the train. He wants you all right. Whenever you are home, he goes to Nellie’s and spends to keep from touching you.”
In her aroused haze, Pamela tried to make sense of what Jack had said. “Who is Nellie? I don’t know any Nellie.”
Jack laughed. “Miss, Nellie runs a bawdyhouse, by the Thames, just past Blackfriars Bridge. The guvner has been going there for years.”
Before Pamela could ask anything else, Jack knelt in front of her and pushed up her skirt. She managed to say, “No,” and tried to move away. Jack held her still.
“Now, miss, I’m not doing nothing to pop you open. I swear I won’t.” Pamela quieted. “Has any man ever kissed you here?” He slipped his hand under her skirt and diddled her clitoris.
“No, of course not.” Pamela wanted to stop him, but could not do it. The throbbing overpowered whatever sense of propriety she retained. She wanted to know what he could do to give her relief.
“If you let me, I want to kiss your privates.”
“But, you will see!”
“Men like to see, miss. You wanted to know how to please the guvner. When he wants to see, you spread your legs and let him look. His prick will stiffen like a brick when you do.”
; “But it’s so common and vulgar.”
“Pull up your skirt, miss, and give me a look. You’ll see. It will give you palpitations to know I’m looking.”
Pamela slowly dragged her skirt up her thighs, exposing her drawers. She felt like a trollop giving herself over in a gentleman’s carriage. When a rush of something she had never experienced before moved in her belly, she realised Jack spoke the truth. She wanted him to look at her. She wanted him to see her spread wide.
“That’s real fine, Miss Pamela. Spread your legs and let me see.”
Pamela opened her knees as wide as she could. Her drawers gaped open, exposing her feminine parts to Jack’s lecherous gaze. With her titties hanging out of her dress and her cunt uncovered and open, she thought she would be consumed with the wanton fire burning inside her womb.
“Miss Pamela, your cunt is so wet and beautiful.” Jack slipped his finger inside. “The guvner will pop you, I know he will. He likes cunt too much not to want this.” He jabbed at Pamela’s maidenhead and she moaned.
The next thing Pamela knew, Jack had his head between her legs, clutching her pelvis to his face. The sensation of his mouth sucking her clitoris made her swoon. When his tongue swept across the hood of her hardened nub, she pushed herself against his face. She had never known such feeling was possible. Her entire body melted like hot wax on a candle.
Without warning, her sense of identity disappeared, replaced by a scorching heat that started between her legs and enveloped her entire body. She shook and moaned, while Jack continued to lap at her like a cat drinking milk. Wave after wave of glorious feeling washed through her, until finally she dissolved into a limp puddle on the carriage seat.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Jack had opened his trousers and exposed his stiff prick. Still fearful he would penetrate her, she tried to cover herself. “Miss, please. I need to spend. Let me look at you whilst I do my business.”
Opening her legs to give him a clear view, she watched, fascinated, as he pulled at himself. He crept a bit closer and tugged harder, the tip of his cock pointed at her parted lips. Within minutes, he made the sound of a man dying from a dreadful wound and sprayed his cream onto her. Each spurt hit her already wet lips spot on. Never had she seen anything like a man spending by his own hand.