‘My God, but aren’t you the white ewe?’ he managed, certain that, for all her apparent innocence, no respectable girl would be abroad on such a night.
Her answering giggle confirmed his suspicions and made his prick stir in his breeches. Suddenly, the temptations of Clerkenwell seemed less appealing.
‘So what would your name be?’ he asked, doing his best to restrain the urge to grab hold of her on the instant.
‘Peggy, sir, Peggy Wray,’ she answered in a sweet, simple voice that spoke more of the counties than of London.
‘Well, Peggy,’ he continued, abandoning all pretence of subtlety or decency, ‘would a half-bull suffice for an introduction to Miss Laycock and Robby Douglas?’
Once more she giggled and, when he extended the crook of his arm, she took it and pressed herself close to him. A noise to his rear alerted him and he swung round, once more putting his hand to his swordstick. Nothing moved and, after a moment, he relaxed, transferring his hand to one of the girl’s well-fleshed buttocks as he moved on.
Peggy Wray knelt on the floor, her face pressed into Henry Truscott’s crotch as his cock came slowly to erection in her mouth. Their lovemaking had started with a passionate eagerness and then foundered on Henry’s inability to maintain his erection. On entering her lodgings, she had been tipped over her bed and had her skirts thrown up, the instant she had shed her cloak and bonnet. Expert hands had popped her breasts free of her bodice as she giggled and made a vain attempt to slow his frantic pace. He had paid no attention, briefly exploring her breasts and then burying his face between her buttocks to lick indiscriminately at her vulva and anus until her giggles had turned to soft moans of need.
He had then mounted her, setting off at a furious pace that left her breathless and squealing, only to suddenly stop and sit back heavily in a chair. Thinking he had come, she had turned to find him red faced and puffing while he massaged the half-stiff penis that protruded from his fly. Glad of the opportunity to take time over the experience, she had smiled and crawled over to him, squeezing his cock between her breasts before going down to take it in her mouth. Her skirts were still up, affording him a view of her naked bottom as he stroked her hair and allowed her to use her skills on his penis.
Finally she had had the desired result, a large, firm penis standing proud from his lap, two-thirds of its length in the warm wet cavity of her mouth. Its taste was slightly salty and distinctly male, overlaid with the richer flavour of her own juices from its brief immersion in her vagina. She pursed her lips around the shaft, making gentle sucking motions as her tongue caressed the rubbery flesh of the taut foreskin. He moaned and swallowed, tightening his hold in her curls and pressing her face more firmly on to his erection.
Her big breasts were dangling naked beneath her chest, one cupped in the palm of her hand so that she could feel its weight and caress the nipple, the other loose and swaying gently back and forth with the rhythmic motions of her head. Her vulva and the cleft of her bottom felt wet and a touch cool, especially around her anus, which he had left wet with spittle. Having offered the full intimacies of her body, including the enjoyment of both her vaginal and anal openings, she was unable to suppress a shiver of half-frightened anticipation at the thought of the thick cock in her mouth being pushed into the tight rosebud between her ample cheeks. Yet, for all her qualms, she was determined to accept him in her bottom and so experience the deliciously helpless, full sensation that only came with surrendering her anal opening to a man’s cock.
His balls lay in her other hand, moving sluggishly in their sack as she stroked and teased. He had taken over the motion of her sucking, closing his hands gently around her head to slide her mouth up and down on his penis at his own pace. Pleased by the gesture of control, Peggy thrust her bottom higher, keen to demonstrate to her lover that she was truly his to do with as he pleased. He gave a low moan of pleasure at the sight, pushed his penis slowly to the very back of her throat one more time and began to ease her head back.
‘On the bed with you, little one,’ he growled as his cock came free of her mouth, ‘face down and arse to the sky.’
Henry took his cock in his hand, stroking it as he watched Peggy Wray climb into the position he had demanded. Her plump breasts were completely free of restraint, dangling beneath her chest and quivering with her giggles as she got on to all fours. The folds of her dress concealed her midriff, yet not sufficiently to hide the shape of her waist, nor the full, buxom flare of her hips. Behind, her bottom was a plump ball of white flesh, coming completely bare as she once more pulled up her dress and shift. She sank down, squashing her heavy breasts against the cover of the bed and lifting her bottom to full prominence. Her face was turned towards him, her eyes bright with passion and her tiny mouth set in a mischievous smile. Suddenly, the urge to have her became overwhelming.
Her giggles turned to a squeak of mock alarm as he scrambled up on to the bed behind her. With her knees open, her glorious bottom was well spread, her big cheeks wide to show the smooth pink skin between them. At the centre, her anus was a puckered ring of flesh a tone pinker than the pale skin around it – also wet, puffy and highly enticing as a potential sheath for his cock. A firm bar of clear flesh separated her anus from the first swell of her cunny, which was swollen and wet with juice, clearly more than ready to accept a cock. Her lower belly was plump and well grown with fur, the outer lips of her vulva being particularly full while the inner were neat and pink, running to a moderately large clitoris, the pinkish-white tip of which was peeping from beneath its fleshy hood. The whole was magnificently feminine.
He smacked his cock against her bottom, then pressed it to the centre, rubbing the glans among her meaty folds. She sighed and pushed her bottom up, a drop of white fluid oozing from her vagina as she altered position. Moving up on to his knees, Henry placed the head of his cock against her hole, pressed and watched it go in, Peggy’s wet, eager vagina accepting it with ease. Her sigh echoed his as the full length of his erection slid into her, only stopping when his balls met the warmth of her vulva.
Lying his body on to her back, he mounted her, taking a fat breast in each hand as she rose a little to allow him access. Feeling her full bottom squash out against his front, he began to push, with his cock inside her just enough to allow the sensitive flesh of his foreskin to penetrate the entrance to her vagina again and again. Immersed in Peggy’s soft femininity, Henry quickly lost all control of his intentions to take his time with her. Gone were his ideas of having her strip and dance naked for him; forgotten was his goal of using her vagina only briefly and then buggering her at a leisurely pace until he came within the tight confines of her back passage. With a grunt of passion, his cock exploded inside her, draining sperm deep into her cunny without thought for the consequences.
For a while, he held his penis in her, still mounted on her back with her plump breasts in his hands. Rising slowly, he sank back, his cock pulling from her vagina, which was left gaping open as if desperate to be filled once more. As soon as he was clear of her, she rolled over, spreading her thighs and sinking her fingers into her cunny. They came out sticky with come. As she began to rub at herself with one hand and massage a breast with the other, Henry felt a flush of pride that he had managed to bring a presumably experienced street girl to such a height of ecstasy that she needed to masturbate after he had come inside her.
Yet that was undoubtedly what she was doing, and he obliged by reaching out a finger to tickle her bottom-hole as she started to come. The muscles of her thighs and belly locked and he felt her anus pulse. Popping the top joint of his finger into the little hole, he felt the muscle tighten, relax and then tighten once more as she came. Impressed by her display of raw passion, he watched until her body had subsided and she was left limp and panting on the bed, her satisfied smile showing the depth of pleasure she had taken in the experience. He had had no particular intention of returning to the family’s town house in Petty France anyway, yet as Peggy gave a contented
sigh and held out her arms to be hugged he became determined to manage another bout, if not two, and stay until the morning.
Later, once Peggy had completed her douche and been prevailed upon to provide refreshment, they sat together on the bed, Peggy naked, Henry in only his shirt. She was stroking his penis as he alternately sipped wine and took mouthfuls of the coarse bread and hard cheese that she had provided. Although his cock showed little signs of returning to life, he was enjoying her touch and was confident of managing another bout in due time, meanwhile being content to talk, munch food and sip wine. After the strenuous effort of mounting her and two hours without a drink, he had become sufficiently sober to take at least some notice of his surroundings.
‘I must say,’ he ventured, ‘you do yourself deuced well at the game. Mind, you’re a game pullet, and no bawd nor pimp to cheat you of your earnings, I’ll wager, but still . . .’
Her response was to lean gently over and transfer his flaccid cock from her hand to her mouth. Henry sighed as she began to suck and took another mouthful of bread, washing it down with the wine.
‘Rum wine, too; frog’s wine’s more the go usually,’ he continued. ‘What is it? Not claret – too strong and rich – Burgundy, I imagine, and worth fifteen the dozen, perhaps twenty. I know a girl from Burgundy, a cockish wench and a puppy’s mamma to boot, for all that she’s the daughter of a count . . .’
A cough sounded from the direction of the door. Henry spun round, pushed Peggy away from his lap and grabbed for his swordstick in one smooth motion, only to trip on his discarded breeches and sprawl on the floor. A light laugh sounded from behind him as his arms were grabbed and pulled into a grip that brooked no resistance.
Eloise de la Tour-Romain stepped daintily into the room, her mouth set in an amused smile. On the floor, the massive Christian had Henry Truscott in a firm grip, the Englishman’s struggles availing nothing against his opponent’s greater bulk and sobriety. Peggy Wray sat on the bed, her shift clasped to her bosom, her expression an uncertain smile. Behind Eloise, Natalie came into the room, immediately giggling at the sight of Henry’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath his shirt-tails.
‘Bind him well, Christian, then turn him over,’ Eloise ordered and lowered herself on to a corner of the bed.
Christian made quick work of binding Henry’s hands and feet, ignoring his threats and curses and quickly rendering him helpless. His own handkerchief was used for a gag, stifling his complaints, while a loop of cord secured his bound wrists behind his body. Finally the Frenchman stood up and rolled his victim over with a foot, leaving Henry to glare furiously at his captors.
‘So, Mr Truscott,’ Eloise said, giving his naked genitals a pointed look of distaste and then throwing his hat over them, ‘we meet again, only this time the advantage is mine. But I am being thoughtless; with a gentleman like yourself, I should at least make introductions. Christian I believe you have met, while obliging me to your depraved tastes in the Perseigne Forest – an incident that I feel sure you remember as vividly as I. Little Natalie is my lady in waiting and has been with me since childhood. Peggy Wray I only took into my employ last week, yet she has already proved her worth. She, incidentally, is the daughter of a Southwark wine merchant who has had the misfortune to fall into distress.’
Henry turned his head, throwing a furious glare at Peggy, who responded by quickly lowering her gaze. Eloise laughed to see his impotent fury and gave him a gentle nudge with the tip of her boot.
‘Now, before we proceed,’ she continued, deliberately mocking his way of speech, ‘perhaps I should explain what I intend so that you may feel the full effect of it. Following your nasty little game in the Perseigne Forest, I discovered that the notes you had provided were false. No, do not protest – I did not burn them. I never intended to burn them, that was simply a device to ensure that the experience left its mark – for both of us. Had they been of worth, I would have been satisfied with the exchange. Only they were not of worth, were they, Mr Truscott?’
Eloise stopped and smiled at the look of rising alarm on Henry’s face.
‘Do not fear,’ she went on, her tone increasingly mocking. ‘Your body is in no danger, only your pride. Natalie, Peggy, make him proud.’
At Eloise’s order, Natalie sank immediately to the floor, Peggy following suit somewhat less hastily. The little maid removed Henry’s hat to once more expose his genitals and took his now shrunken cock gently into her hand. He gave Eloise a look of impotent fury in return, at which she simply laughed. Natalie had already begun to stroke his cock as Peggy sank to the floor beside her. As the two girls’ fingers began to caress his genitals, Henry lay back, evidently resigning himself to the indignity that was being put upon him.
Eloise stood watching as Henry’s cock slowly filled with blood. For all his condition, the girls’ fingers were provoking a response, and when Natalie bent down to take the tip of his cock in her mouth, this response quickened. Seeing his increasing excitement, Eloise began to pull up the front of her skirts, exposing nothing but allowing herself to place her hand on her cunny. She began to rub gently, feeling the soft swell of her mound beneath her fingers as she watched Henry’s cock expand in her maid’s mouth. Peggy was toying with his balls and had her fingers ringed around the base of his cock, tugging it gently into Natalie’s mouth with the foreskin held down so that the maid could work on the sensitive tip.
Soon Henry was fully erect, his cock standing proud from his prone body, the head glistening with Natalie’s saliva. His face showed a mixture of pleasure and worry, bringing Eloise a delicious feeling that combined vengeance, lust and a reassertion of the pride that he had taken from her in the forest.
‘I hardly think he should be allowed to watch this,’ she announced coolly as an idea for a further humiliation entered her head. ‘Peggy, sit upon his head. I am ready, Natalie.’
Both girls moved away from Henry’s middle. Natalie giggled as Peggy flung her leg across his chest and lowered her plump behind on to his face, smothering him in fleshy bottom and completely denying him his ability to watch. Eloise came forward, pulling her skirts up as she straddled the recumbent Henry to reveal the ripe mound of her cunny with its moist, pink centre. She lowered herself into a squat and took Henry’s cock in her hand, squeezing the hard shaft and then beginning to rub the tip against her vulva. Placing it to the mouth of her vagina, she eased herself down on to him, sighing deeply as she filled with cock.
Making herself comfortable, with her skirts spread out over his body and the floor, she began to ride, bouncing gently on his cock to get the feel of it inside her. In front of her, his face was almost entirely hidden beneath the naked Peggy, only his chin projecting from under the plump swell of her cunny. His features, she knew, would be entirely smothered beneath Peggy’s large bottom, his lips pressed to her cunny around his mouthful of handkerchief, his nose pushing against her anus.
It was a delightful thought, while the sight of Peggy’s full curves were by no means unexciting. The girl’s full thighs were spread on either side of Henry’s head, while the gentle swell of her cunny and stomach moved slightly at the sensation of being sat astride a man’s face. Her breasts looked huge, hanging forward as she rested herself on her arms, their big, dark nipples fully erect. The shy, abashed expression on her face completed the image, bringing Eloise’s enjoyment of the situation to a fine peak. Having other people pleasure themselves in ways that also embarrassed them always excited her, and now she had the double pleasure of both Henry and Peggy.
She began to bounce faster and then gave a laugh of pure joy as Henry, no longer capable of restraint, began to make little bucking motions inside her, doing his best to make his cock move in her cunny. Pulling her skirts up at the front, she put a finger to her vulva, finding the clitoris and starting to rub as she concentrated on her pleasure. She had conquered the man who had obsessed her since the day he had punished and degraded her in the Perseigne Forest. He had spanked her until she howled and
kicked. He had forced her to strip naked and shovel dirty straw. He had mounted her from behind and he had had his cock up her bottom. He had made her so excited that she had played with herself in front of him and accepted his servant’s cock between her breasts. Ever since, she had been in turmoil, alternately dishing out cruel and arbitrary punishments to her hapless maids and playing with herself helplessly over the thought of how it had felt to be spanked, to be humiliated, to be buggered as she knelt naked among the dirty straw – all that and then cheated.
Now, though, she was in charge once more, mounted on her persecutor’s cock, taking her pleasure of him as she wished while his face was smothered between the fat buttocks of the girl she had hired to help seduce him. It had been easy, Henry responding to Peggy’s beauty and ample charms like a prize bull put to a heifer.
With her finger moving in little firm circles on her clitoris, she started to come, her gaze locking on the point where Henry’s face disappeared beneath Peggy’s bottom as her climax began. She moaned, long and deep in the back of her throat, then began to give choking sounds almost like sobs and finally a long, high squeal of pleasure as the muscles of her vagina clamped tight on his penis and her back and neck arched with the ecstasy of orgasm.
Beneath her, Henry was trying desperately to reach his own climax, bucking and wriggling in his attempts to get enough control to come. Sensing his pleasure and frustration, Eloise dismounted quickly, ignoring her body’s need to remain full of cock while she came slowly down from the peak of her orgasm. She moved back, lifting her skirts carefully clear of his erection, which was sticky with her juices and looked fit to burst. Christian gave a coarse laugh at the sight, Natalie a knowing giggle. Henry remained still, although Eloise was unsure whether from an attempt to show disdain or in the hope of her taking mercy on his swollen member. Rising to sit on the bed, she accepted a glass of Burgundy from Natalie.
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