Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set

by Lucy Wild

  Mrs Bummer groaned with delight as the two men fucked her at once, her clit throbbing with desire as she was held in place, the centre of their attention, the sole producer of their arousal. She swore loudly, imploring them both to move faster after such an enforced dry spell as she had endured until then. She came as they slammed into her, orgasming twice in quick succession before begging them to come in her. This they did shortly after, Mr Bummer first spurting into her pussy whilst kissing her and Spunks spunking shortly afterwards into her posterior. “Now speak,” he said as he stepped back to the floor and helped her to her feet.

  “The old woman died when we were alone.”

  “None were near you?”

  “Not a soul.”

  “Go on.”

  “She spoke of a young woman brought in who died in childbirth. The child was the one you named last night. She stole from the corpse the item I believe you desire.”

  “What of it?”

  “She sold it.”

  “The deuce she did. I’ll not be played with.”

  “She left a pawnbroker’s duplicate and I bought it.” She held out a bag containing a gold locket. Within were two locks of hair and a plain gold wedding ring. “It has the word Agnes engraved inside,” she added. “What do you propose to do with it?”

  “This,” replied Spunks, lifting a trapdoor at their feet and hurling the locket into the turbulent water exposed beneath. It fell straight and vanished with barely a splash. “It is gone and we may break up our party. Keep silent I insist or worse will come of you both. Now get away from here.”

  They were no sooner gone than Spunks called to a figure hidden in the darkness and together they returned to the chamber they had so recently quitted.

  Chapter 39

  On the evening that followed Bill Sikes awoke from a nap and growled an inquiry as to the time.

  “Not long gone seven,” replied Nancy who was sat beside him, stroking his cock to help wake him. “How do you feel?”

  “Weak as water.”

  “At least one part of you is firm,” she said, sinking her face to his cock and taking him into her mouth. She licked the burning hot flesh of his rigid shaft as he lay back and groaned. In a minute she had aroused him so much he could last no longer, shooting cum into her mouth which she swallowed quickly. His head began to swim as Nancy licked the last drops from him and he struck her, forcing her away.

  “What did you do that for?”

  “Stop snivelling and be still for my head is pounding.”

  “Such nights as I’ve nursed you and that is your response. I should have left you to masturbate alone.” With that she slumped to the floor in a dead faint.

  “Quit your whining. Oh look, you feeble girl.”

  “What’s the matter here?” asked Getin, sticking her head in the door with Fucker beside him.

  “The girl has passed out. I need to speak to her.”

  “We’ll solve that,” said Getin, lifting Nancy’s dress from her body and lying her naked on the floor. It took only a few seconds of Fucker sucking one nipple and Getin on the other to rouse her. She blinked her eyes open and pulled Fucker towards her, kissing him as he fumbled with his breeches. His cock was soon free and sooner still inside her whilst Getin sat on her face, guiding her tongue up into the dripping pussy above her lips.

  Fucker fucked her admirably as he stroked her clit, bringing her to orgasm before spurting deep into her as Getin rocked on her face, reaching her own climax a moment later.

  “You’re a fine pair,” said Sikes as he watched them regain their poise and lift Nancy into a chair. “Leaving me here these three weeks alone.”

  “Don’t take on so Bill,” said Getin. “We bring vittles for us all.

  As they ate Sikes continued to grumble, watching Nancy sip at liquor until she was at last calm. “I need funds,” said Bill at last.

  After a great deal of haggling Getin handed over three pounds four and sixpence. The deal struck, Getin and Fucker went with Nancy to their abode to collect the funds. There they found the other girls playing at strip cribbage, half in half clothes and half in none at all, the game well progressed. A knock at the door sent all scattering for their clothes and a moment later Spunks was admitted.

  “Any news?” asked Getin.

  “Good. Let me have a word.” They retired upstairs and a moment later, Nancy had removed her shoes and hastened silently after them, listening at their door. She observed through the keyhole the sight of Spunks on his back and Getin riding him as if he were a racehorse. Fifteen minutes later she descended and they came soon after before descending also.

  Nancy was given the money by Getin and once in the street she rushed to Sikes and handed it to him. “A drink and a fuck Bill?” she asked and he nodded in response.

  She poured him a glass and then stripped out of her dress, pulling his clothes from him and pushing him back onto his sickbed. She brought him to life with her hands and then climbed onto him, riding him much as Spunks had done to Getin. She did not let him orgasm until she had achieved her own climax, only then grinding onto him in the way she knew would work fastest. The instant he came he was sasleep and she dressed quietly before slipping out of the door and into the dark night.

  She reached an inn that dwelt in a salubrious part of town but was stopped by a man on the door. “And what do you want miss?”

  “I must see a lady inside!”

  “Must you now? I’m afraid without paying the entrance fee, none shall pass.”

  “What is the fee?”

  “To you? A pound.”

  “I have two shillings.”

  “Then be on your way.”

  “Perhaps I can pay in another manner.”

  “Oh yes? How pray?”

  Nancy reached for the man’s trousers whilst sinking to her knees, pulling his cock free and running it past her lips. She gulped on the size of him as he gasped in shock above her, his surprise replaced by lust in moments as she expertly sucked and licked him until he spurted cum into the back of her throat.

  “That will suffice,” he said as she stood up and wiped her mouth. “Follow me inside.”

  Chapter 40

  Once in a private chamber in the inn she found the Lady of Chertsey waiting, she of the burglary not yet forgotten.

  “What can I do for you?” asked the lady.

  “Do you know a man named Spunks?”

  “I don’t but come and rest a moment, you look tired.” The lady patted the seat beside her and Nancy had barely sat down before the two began kissing. To Nancy it came as a surprise how gentle the woman was with her, so different to the characters she was used to keeping company with. She lay back as the lady kissed her neck tenderly, slowly stripping her and softly caressing her breasts. She worked gradually lower until she was inside Nancy, fingering her with slim fingers whilst kissing her without pause. Nancy tensed up soon after, an orgasm tearing through her from the softness of the lady’s touch, making her weep with joy.

  “I know no Spunks,” said the lady as Nancy lay panting for breath. “What is he to you?”

  “He knows you. It is due to him that I knew you were here. I overheard him discussing Olivia, striking a bargain with Getin to make him a thief for reasons I do not know.”

  “What?”

  “Let me get my story out I pray before my courage fails me. Last night he came again and I once more listened as he said the proof of the girl’s identity lies in the bottom of the river and he would have all the young devil’s money now.”

  “What is all this?”

  “The truth my lady. Spunks admitted that he is Olivia’s stepbrother. Now I must go for it is late.”

  “But what can I do?”

  “I must go!”

  “Stay and I will keep you safe.”

  “No, I must return to him for I cannot leave him now. It would be his death.”

  “Of whom do you speak?”

  “I cannot say. You must find someone who wi
ll help you.”

  “Where might I find you if I have need of the taste of your pussy?”

  “I will walk from eleven until twelve on London Bridge every night if I am alive.”

  “Will you take a sum for your information?”

  “Not a penny.”

  “An orgasm then?”

  “Fine,” Nancy sighed. “But one only for the night draws on.”

  She let the old lady descend on her pussy, feeling a tongue enter her as a hand went to her clit, bringing her in minutes to another shuddering climax before she was dressed and on her way.

  Chapter 41

  Shortly after Olivia told the lady that she had seen Mrs Downlow leaving a coach and going into a house. They hastened there at speed and Olivia waited outside whilst the lady went within.

  “Mrs Downlow I believe?” she asked.

  “That is my name.”

  “I shall surprise you by saying you once showed great kindness to a young friend of mine.”

  “Indeed?”

  “Olivia Twist as you knew her.”

  Mrs Downlow fell back in her chair, wonder on her features. “Do you know of the girl?”

  The lady advanced in few words all that had befallen Olivia since she had left Downlow the last time. “Thank God,” said Mrs Downlow when all was said. “This brings me great happiness but where is she now.”

  “Waiting by the door.”

  “At the door?” said Mrs Downlow, hurrying outside and returning in a moment with Olivia in her arms. They kissed with great passion and the lady watched in silence as their clothes were tossed aside. She continued to watch with her heart pounding as Olivia was laid on her back and Mrs Downlow dived between her legs, professing her desire to taste the girl again, having missed her sweetness after so long apart.

  The lady watched Olivia come a minute later, her hands moving to her own pussy as another orgasm followed shortly after. Mrs Downlow moved to Olivia’s face and rode her mouth until she reached a powerful climax and only then did they stand and acknowledge that the lady was even there.

  The story of Olivia’s adventures were shared over many a climax followed by a hearty meal enjoyed by all. “What’s to be done with this information?” asked Mrs Downlow at last as the three of them lay naked in bed together.

  “We must find the truth of Olivia’s parentage and regain her inheritance,” said the lady, absently stroking Olivia’s nipples. “We must bring Spunks to his knees as we have no proof against him.”

  With that the council broke up, agreeing to meet Nancy at the nearest possible time to further the debate.

  Chapter 42

  Upon the night when Nancy met the lady two figures advanced to London. They were two women, carrying a heavy load between them. “What if Semenbally catches us?” asked Tit for it was her with Charlotte by her side. “He’ll take us back in handcuffs.”

  “You perhaps, you took the money from his till.”

  “I took it for us.”

  On they went until they reached a public house named The Three Pussies where Getin was slumped over the bar. Once inside they inquired of a room and were led there, unaware of a small hole in the wall beside where Getin listened intently to their conversation, hoping to hear something to his advantage.

  “Fuck me,” said Charlotte, “I need relief after such a long walk.”

  “I will,” said Tit, stripping out of her clothes, not noticing a pair of beady eyes staring at them through the hole in the wall. Once naked she tied Charlotte to the bed with them, binding her in place and teasing her for minutes on end with her tongue, her fingers, even her toes. She finally sat on Charlotte’s face whilst leaning down to lick her pussy, the bound girl only able to squeal with delight as she was brought to a powerful climax. Tit pressed down onto her tongue for a minute longer until she too came, shaking with delight as she slumped onto the bed beside her companion.

  “I mean to be a lady,” said Tit.

  “I would like that but there aren’t tills to be emptied every day are there?”

  “Tills be blowed. I shall empty pockets, houses, banks.”

  “How?”

  “I shall get into company with them who can.”

  Untied and freed to move Charlotte and Tit lay naked together when the door burst open and in came Getin. “A pleasant night,” she said, ignoring their nakedness and taking a seat. “A good night for emptying a till, a pocket or a house perhaps?”

  Tit looked at the intruder in horror. “You heard?”

  “I did but you’re lucky it was me. Bring me to orgasm in under a minute and I’ll keep your secret my dear.”

  The two of them leapt from the bed, diving under Getin’s skirt and lapping at her pussy, finding her clit already engorged with blood. It took nearer two minutes to make her climax but she seemed to forgive them the delay. “I have business in mind for two such as you,” she said as they retreated to their bed once more. “Perhaps the till you emptied might begin our discussion.”

  “I have money but I shall not hand it over.”

  “Yes, the twenty pounds is ours,” added Charlotte. Tit rolled her eyes.

  “Not much use if the number is taken and the payment stopped at the bank. It’ll have to go abroad but I can help with that. In addition would you like to work for me in gaining more?”

  “What’s the wages?” asked Tit.

  “Live like a lady, board and lodging for free, half of all you earn.”

  “What must we do?”

  “For now I need a spy.”

  “I could turn my hand to that,” said Tit.

  “Ten tomorrow then,” said Getin.

  Chapter 43

  The next day Tit and Charlotte were removed to Getin’s house. “I wish you to replace one dear to me,” said Getin when they arrived.

  “Your friend died?”

  “Not died, taken. Charged with picking a pocket and remanded. You should have known the Fucker my dear. I need to know what’s to happen to him. Will you go in my place?”

  Tit and Charlotte gladly took on the task, making their way to the magistrates in time to see Fucker appear before the bench. It took no time at all to see that transportation was the verdict and they hastened back to inform Getin of the fact.

  Chapter 44

  Nancy was pacing up and down whilst Sikes and Getin talked. The time was eleven and she was desperate to leave but they refused to let her. “I want to go walk,” she said, walking towards the door.

  “You’ll go nowhere,” said Sikes, striking her a fierce blow. Nancy tried another tack, beginning to strip to inaudible music as Getin and Sikes turned to watch her. She played with her breasts, bringing her nipples to life with tweaks and rubs before inserting the end of a candle into her pussy and trying to tease them into fucking her.

  At last Sikes stood up and took the candle from her, flinging it into the fire. “Be silent,” he growled. “And be still.”

  “I will not,” she replied, tearing his trousers open and pulling out his cock. She sank to her knees and took him into her mouth, forcing him to set aside his talk whilst his hips thrust towards her lips. Behind her Getin began touching herself and together they descended on Nancy. She was laid on her back a moment later with Getin on her face and Sikes inside her pussy. If she was expecting them to sleep after they came she was sadly mistaken for once Sikes had filled her with cum he merely returned to his seat and bade her to be silent once more.

  When Getin rose to leave an hour later, she glanced across at Nancy, surprised to see a single tear rolling down her cheek.

  Chapter 45

  Tit was employed by Getin soon after on a mission of utmost importance. “You are to follow a woman,” she said.

  “An old one?”

  “A young one.”

  “That I can do.”

  “Tell me where she goes, who she sees and bring the information back to me.”

  “What’s it worth?”

  “A pound and you can enter my bottom a
s often as you like for the next week.”

  “I’ll take a down payment now,” said Tit, dragging Getin to the bed beside them. She pushed the old woman onto her front and began licking between her buttocks, finding the hole hidden there and delving into it, first with her tongue and then with her fingers. With another hand under Getin’s body, stroking her clit, she soon brought her employer to orgasm before they lay together arm in arm.

  “Who is she?” asked Tit.

  “One of us.”

  “Oh Lor! You doubt her?”

  “She has found new friends and I must know who they are.”

  “I see.”

  Six nights passed before Tit was sent for, following Getin through the streets to peer in through a window. “See that woman,” said Getin.

  Tit looked in and saw Nancy naked on her bed, a candle inside her pussy and her free hand on her clit. Tit watched in excited silence as Nancy fucked herself ever faster until she turned onto her front and eased the candle into her bottom, still rubbing her clit until she reached a screaming orgasm, her head turning to the window. Tit and Getin ducked out of sight. “Did you see her?”

  “I did, I saw all of her.”

  “Follow her when she leaves.”

  Chapter 46

  Two figures emerged on London Bridge at quarter to twelve. One was a woman looking around, the other another woman slinking in the shadows. It was a dark night and few people stirred. A mist hung over the river as the first woman paced back and forth until the clock struck twelve. A minute later a hackney carriage stopped by the bridge and two ladies stepped out, walking onto the river crossing as the girl walked towards them.

  “Down the steps,” she hissed. “Not here.”

  They descended the stairs to an even darker spot, talking as Tit listened in silence nearby.

  “You were not here last Sunday,” said one lady.