by Robin Gideon
Twenty seconds later, Estelle was again leaning over Alek’s thigh, sucking his erection deep into her mouth before rotating her face around the thick column of aroused flesh. As he watched her pleasuring him, Alek promised himself that he would do whatever it took to free her from Prince Horace’s savage domination. Whatever money it would take, whatever laws had to be broken, whatever measures were necessary—he would take them.
“Up here,” Alek commanded, grabbing Estelle by the upper arm, hauling her body upward.
Alek groaned when Estelle straddled his hips, then guided his engorged erection to her entrance. She lowered herself slowly onto him, tossing her head back on her shoulders as she engulfed more and more of his erection.
“You’re so thick!” she whispered.
Even before she had settled onto Alek’s lap and had fully impaled herself on his cock, Estelle leaned to the side, pulled Julian closer, and kissed him hotly on the mouth. Alek watched as Estelle kissed his best friend, simultaneously tantalizing his streak of voyeurism even as she pleasured him with her pussy.
Reaching around her hips, he cupped her naked buns in his hands. He squeezed her tightly, and Estelle whimpered as she sucked Julian’s tongue deeper into her mouth. With a little shake of her hips, Estelle at last descended the last inch, accepting all of Alek’s erection. He pushed down on her hips, fighting to bury even more deeply into her welcoming sheath before pulling her up to enjoy the silken caress of her slick inner walls and slippery pink lips gliding along the shaft of his cock.
Estelle ended her kiss with Julian. She put a hand to Alek’s cheek, caressing his mouth lightly with her thumb, and whispered, “All I’ve been able to think about is making love with you two.” She lifted up until only the tip of Alek’s cock still parted the lips of her pussy, paused several seconds, then began a slow descent once more. “I know that sounds terrible, but it’s true.” Alek watched as she guided Julian’s mouth to the pink tip of her exposed breast. “I’m yours,” she continued. “Ask anything of me and I’ll do it. Take me any way you want me, but please, please, please take me.”
And then she began to shudder as an orgasm swamped her senses. She kissed Alek as her excitement boiled over, her hips suddenly jerking erratically in a forward and backward movement as her pussy contracted around his invading flesh. Seconds later, when the spasms had finally stopped, Estelle leaned into Alek, panting as she collected her senses.
“That was fast,” Alek teased lightly, kissing her cheek as she pressed the plump mounds of her breasts against him.
* * * *
Estelle was motionless, sitting on Alek, feeling his cock literally pulsing with wanton life deep inside her pussy. The orgasm that she’d enjoyed had hit her with startling swiftness. She hadn’t realized just how hair-trigger her passions were until the climax washed over her like floodwaters.
She was glad now that she had shown the courage to be sexually daring. Her first idea had been to be completely naked when meeting Julian and Alek, to wear only her long mink coat. But then she realized that her bare legs above her shoes would draw attention. She needed to wear stockings, and to keep her stockings up, she’d need garters. That led to her wearing the corset. Though not completely naked, it didn’t seem that her lovers were disappointed with her sartorial decisions.
“Let me catch my breath,” Estelle whispered. She put her hands on Alek’s powerful chest and leaned away from him to look into his eyes. “Tell me you don’t think I’m a slut.”
“You’re not,” Alek said quickly.
Estelle kissed him then because she desperately wanted his respect. As his tongue slithered between her lips, she blindly groped for Julian’s erection, and was soon rewarded with the thick shaft filling her fist.
She ended the kiss, then whispered to Alek, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I want Julian now.”
Estelle’s mind was spinning. Her behavior was incomprehensible to her, as though the passions inspired by Alek and Julian were a mysterious narcotic that could make her feel sensations she couldn’t otherwise experience, giving her the courage to do things she otherwise wouldn’t even fantasize about. She lifted her hips, easing herself off Alek, letting his perfectly formed erection slip free from her vaginal embrace. Then, not moving very far at all, she straddled Julian’s lean hips and guided the crown of his arousal to her pink-lipped, moist entrance.
As she began lowering her hips, impaling herself slowly on Julian’s unyielding erection, she looked into his chocolaty gaze and whispered, “Tell me you love me. Even if you don’t mean it, I want to hear you say it.”
“There’s no need for me to lie,” Julian replied. “I am in love with you.”
Estelle shuddered, feeling Julian’s cock pushing deeper into her pussy as the full impact of his declaration of love struck her.
“Oh, yesss!” Estelle whispered, dropping onto his lap to engulf all of his erection within her tight channel. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” She pushed her fingers into his long, coal-black hair, and kissed him fiercely on the mouth. “Fuck me,” she said then. “Fuck me like you’ll die if you don’t!”
Estelle had known that she couldn’t make such a bold demand to men like Count Alek and Prince Julian without paying a price—but it was a price she was only too glad to pay. It wasn’t long before Alek and Julian were sitting on opposite sides of the carriage. Estelle was straddling Julian’s lean hips, her back to him as she bounced on him, taking his cock to the depths of her pussy as she, leaning far forward, sucked passionately on Alek’s erection.
It was Julian who began spanking Estelle’s sweet bottom, his broad-palmed hand striking her buns as she bounced on him, taking his thickly veined cock full-length into her cunt each time she dropped down upon him. She came twice more, her voluptuous body shivering, glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.
As she bounced on Julian, she took Alek out of her mouth. With violet eyes glazed with multiorgasmic desire, she looked at him and said, “Come for me. I want to swallow your cum.” She shook her head and blinked her eyes rapidly for a moment. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head down over his erection. Princess Estelle felt the tug against her scalp, and the stinging slap of Julian’s palm against her buns. With Alek pulling her hair and Julian spanking her bottom, Estelle came a third time, and then a fourth before her lovers reached the pinnacle. And when, at last, Alek could take no more and he unleashed a torrent of cum against Estelle’s tongue, she swallowed his passion lustily, happily, doing that which she never dreamed she would ever willingly do.
Julian’s groan of desire as he climaxed deep inside Estelle gave her as great a sense of satisfaction as if she herself had come yet again.
She wanted to please her men. She wanted them to adore her, make love to her…and fuck her. And she was just now beginning to understand that the three were not the same things.
“There isn’t anything you can ask of me that I won’t do,” she said quietly, when the passion had subsided and her heart was finally beating at a normal pace.
“Love me,” Alek said.
“No,” Julian then said, the single word coming out like a gunshot. All eyes turned toward him. He smiled. “No, Estelle, don’t love Alek. Love us both. Me. Alek. Together. The three of us.”
“I never imagined something like this would happen to me.”
“Neither did we,” Julian replied. “But first things first, we’ll set you free from Horace. We can figure the rest of the details out later.”
Estelle slithered off the seat cushion, kneeling once more on the floor of the berlin carriage. She kissed Julian’s penis, catching the distinct aroma of her own feminine scent on him.
“I want you again,” she whispered.
Estelle was only a little surprised at how quickly she was able to arouse full erections from both Julian and Alek when she resumed giving them the pleasure of her lips and tongue.
* * * *
“I told you they would be beautiful,” the man who called himself David said.
Prince Horace looked at the three dark-skinned boys, and a shiver of anticipation worked its way up his spine. The three boys—from India, he had been told—were indeed quite beautiful, their hair long and black as midnight, their bodies slender, their chests without hair. In their dark eyes was a nascent wariness, a suspicion that perhaps the promises that they’d been given of wealth and pleasure might not be true.
“I’ll write you a bank draft,” Horace said, reaching inside his suit coat pocket.
David shook his head. “I’m sorry, but with the Queen’s laws being what they are, I only accept cash.” He took out a heavy stainless-steel pocket watch and thumbed open the protective case. “It’s not yet noon. There’s plenty of time for you to get to your bank.”
Horace clenched his teeth for a moment, angry with the pimp, angry with a world that wasn’t showing him the respect he deserved. It hadn’t been easy to get Estelle to write the bank draft for four thousand pounds. She had refused until he threatened to blacken her eyes. Only then did she reach for that heavy gold-nibbed pen on her desk.
“I’ll be back no later than two o’clock,” Horace said, adopting an air of nonchalance, not wanting David to realize just how excited he was to be buying three boys. “Make sure they’ve been cleaned up and are ready to come with me.”
David smiled coldly. “Oh, they’ll come with you, my friend. You can count on that.”
Prince Horace shivered as he thought about the carnal pleasures that would soon be his.
Chapter Ten
Julian looked at Madam Stansky and said, “I’ll pay you pound for pound for any marker he’s signed. You won’t be out so much as a quid.” He leaned back in his chair, looking the madam in the eyes, wondering just how far he could trust her. “But before I pay you, there’s something I want your word on.”
“And what would that be?”
“No more credit for Prince Horace. From this day forward, he pays in coin.” Julian folded his hands on the table. “In fact, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t allow him entertainment here even if he does have cash.”
Madam Stansky smiled then. “He’s got markers signed for almost four thousand quid. You’ll pay for that?”
Julian nodded. “I’ll pay for every marker. But from this day forward, he’s blackballed. Agreed?”
Madam Stansky smiled. “I took his money, and I extended credit to him, but I always hated that son of a bitch.”
Julian reached into his jacket pocket for his wallet. “Most people do.”
* * * *
“The key is to make sure that everyone believes with all their heart and soul that Estelle’s the victim of a cruel and vicious man. The laws have changed in England, but that doesn’t mean that a married woman has the same rights and privileges as a married man,” Julian said quietly, sitting at his office desk. “Whatever we do, we can’t besmirch Estelle’s name on the ton.”
“I agree completely,” Alek said, sitting in the wingback leather chair near the fireplace of Julian’s London office. “But how do we go about getting a divorce without Estelle being tarnished? There are only a few acceptable reasons to grant a woman a divorce.”
Julian shook his head and combed his fingers through his hair. “A man can get a divorce like that.” He snapped his fingers. “But if a woman wants one, the courts, the crown, and the church all conspire against her, no matter how loathsome her husband has been.”
“Just because something is difficult, that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.”
“We’re going to do this. We’re going to set her free.”
Alek smiled tautly and replied, “Damned right we are.”
* * * *
“Has he been treating you any better?” Celeste asked as she stirred honey into her tea, sitting in Estelle’s sun room.
“He’s just the same as he’s always been. Maybe worse.” Estelle shrugged her shoulders. “Have you heard something?”
Celeste replied, “You just seem happier somehow. There’s a brightness to your eyes and a lightness in your step that hasn’t been there in quite some time.” She sipped her tea and smiled her appreciation. “I was hoping that things had gotten better between you two.”
No, dearest sister, my husband is just as vile as he’s always been. But there are two other men who tell me I’m precious and make me feel like the most beautiful, desirable woman in the ton.
“I try to put on a happy face,” Estelle said after a moment, unable to think of a more clever lie to divert the line of questioning that could not possibly lead to a good conclusion. “How is your life at home?”
“No better than before.” A tear formed briefly at the corner of her eye, and she wiped it away quickly and angrily. “It seems we’re just not destined to be happy, doesn’t it? You and I in unspeakable marriages. The only one of us sisters to marry well was Faye, and her husband passed away way, way, way before his time.”
“As sisters, we do seem to have dreadful luck when it comes to marriage, don’t we?” Estelle’s voice was very soft, almost a whisper. “I do so wish that you were happy.”
“And I wish that you were happy.”
But I am happy, my darling sister, thought Estelle, wishing desperately that she could speak the truth. I am. I just can’t talk about my happiness because I’ve fallen madly and desperately in love with two of the most wonderful men London’s ever seen, and what’s best of all is that they love me back.
“We take happiness wherever we can find it,” Estelle said, then nodded, approving her own statement. “Let’s make a pledge, sister to sister. Let’s promise that somehow, someway, we’ll soon be happy. Both of us.” She smiled and her eyebrows lifted. “Husbands be damned! We’ll be happy without them!”
* * * *
Estelle leaned back on the sofa and looked at Mademoiselle Clarisse. The evening crowd had begun to trickle in, and Estelle wanted to speak to the entrepreneur before things became too hectic. Having the most discreet establishment in London, Estelle was beginning to understand, was a highly profitable position to be in. The only disturbing thing about it, Estelle decided, was that it kept Mademoiselle Clarisse incredibly busy. The friendship between the two women was steadily growing stronger.
“It is good to see you again,” Mademoiselle Clarisse said as she took a seat on the sofa. On the small table between them was the tea service. “When you had gone ten whole days without coming here, I began to worry.”
“Worry? What about?”
“That those men had done something to break your heart.”
Estelle shook her head and took a sip of tea. “Julian and Alek have been magnificent in every possible way. I couldn’t be happier.” She smiled a bit sheepishly. “I can’t say that having two lovers is an easy life to lead, but it is the one I have and I’m trying to make the most of it.”
“I see that your diamond earbobs are gone.” Mademoiselle Clarisse delivered the statement coldly, and Estelle felt a sudden jolt of anxiety. “I heard that a certain well-dressed man fenced them for a pittance of their value.”
“They were in my family for generations,” Estelle said quietly. “And do you know what I’m most afraid of? My sisters. Sooner or later they’re going to wonder why I haven’t been wearing Grandmama’s diamond earbobs, and I’ll have to tell them the truth.” She sighed. “I feel like my hus—”
“He’s nothing of the sort!” Mademoiselle Clarisse snapped, cutting Estelle off. “He’s not your husband. He certainly doesn’t deserve that or any other decent title.” She shivered, clearly repelled at the thought of Prince Horace. “He’s more swine than human, so let’s never speak his name again.”
“A wonderful idea,” Estelle said, her tone pleased. “You know, I think he’s more of a bother to you than he is to me.”
“It’s because I’m protective of you, and there isn’t a thing that I can do about him.”
“Prince Jul
ian and Count Alek have assured me that they’re working on my…um…marital situation. If ever there were two men who can be stubborn and determined, it’s those two.”
“Have they thought of anything? Can you tell me what they have planned?”
“I don’t know myself. Not completely. They’ve said it is best that I don’t know, that way if I’m questioned, I can say with honesty that I wasn’t involved.”
Mademoiselle Clarisse’s eyes widened briefly. “Do you think they’ll resort to violence?”
“No, they’ll outwit the swine, not kill him. My hus—” She stopped herself in midword. “The man they’re concerned with isn’t stupid. In fact, he’s quite intelligent. He’s smart like a fox. But he’s undisciplined, and my lovers aren’t.” She smiled, and the gleam in her eyes shone with happiness. “Besides, Alek and Julian love me more than the swine I’m married to loves my money.”
Estelle watched as Mademoiselle Clarisse extracted a small gold pocket watch attached to a ribbon from her skirt pocket.
“Am I taking up too much of your time?” Estelle asked.
“Sadly, I must chase you out of here soon. Very important people visit my establishment, and I have made a rule that my office is not to be used for assignations. I don’t want customers to know that, on occasion, I can bend my own rules. I do apologize.”
“No need for apologies. I’m the one imposing.”
“Will you be attending Duchess Nellie Watters-Koch’s party?”
Estelle took a final sip of tea before returning the delicate, hand-painted cup back on its saucer. She stood. “Yes, a coachman came around with the invitation. I hope my husband stays sober. It’s always embarrassing to have him intoxicated when others can see it. Will you be—” Estelle did not finish the sentence. Her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. The duchess was one of the ton’s more prudish traditionalists, so a woman of Mademoiselle Clarisse’s social position would never be invited. “Now I’m the one to apologize.”
