Victorian ABDL Stories Mega Bundle: 10 Taboo Historical Age Play Forbidden Erotica

by River Belle

  ‘Hello, baby,’ said a voice in the doorway. ‘Papa's home.’

  I heard footsteps walk towards to me, and then felt a large, flat hand, pressing down on my back.

  ‘What’s baby up to?’ he asked, in a gentle, nurturing voice. His hands trailed down the bare skin of my back, making my hairs stand on end, and then he held onto the teddy-bear between my thighs. He pushed the bear around a little, moving it up and down, side to side between my legs, poking the bear’s nose into me, making me gasp again, then he whisked it away, and put it next to my face.

  ‘There you go,’ he said gently, stroking my hair.

  Then, gently, he took me by the waist, and rolled me onto my back. I could barely see anything in the dark, but, bit by bit, my eyes acclimatized, and I saw the black shape above me begin to develop features.

  First I saw a chiselled jaw. Then strong, angular cheekbones. A wide forehead. Dark hair. Stubble.

  Oh my goodness! I recognized this man!

  My papa was famous!

  My papa was the Duke of Ludlow!

  It only took a moment to recognise him. My papa was a Duke! I’d seen riding through town before, with his entourage, on the way to parliament, and I’d seen paintings of him in the town hall. Oh, golly! If Papa was a Duke, that meant my new Mama was the Duchess! I had been fed a nice big milky drink straight from the breasts of the Duchess of Ludlow!

  It was almost too much to take.

  No wonder this couple had asked me to keep their secret! My papa was a celebrity!

  ‘Hello baby,’ he said, smiling at me. He pushed a gentle finger between my lips, and, remembering Mommy’s nipple in there earlier, I sucked gently on his fingertip. Then he ran his wet finger down my neck, along my clavicle, and onto my little breast. I felt my saliva on my nipple, and he rubbed his wet fingertip over it a few times, to make the nipple nice and hard.

  ‘What a good girl,’ he said, and I noticed his voice had changed a little now. So gentle, full of awe… excited.

  ‘Let’s check baby’s diaper,’ he said, trailing his fingers down further, over my soft belly, still a little swollen with milk. He pushed gently over the swelling, and I felt the pressure increasing on my bladder all of a sudden. I gasped but he kept pushing. It felt good, the pressure of his hand on my stomach like that, but it also felt too much for my bladder to bear.

  I began to feel the wetness leak out of me.

  But still Papa kept pushing.

  ‘Oh dear,’ he said. ‘Is baby having an accident?’

  He pushed a little harder, squeezing every last drop of pee out of me, soaking the diaper between my legs completely.

  Then he undid the sticky bits on my diaper, and loosened it. I felt his strong, muscular hands reach inside. ‘Let’s check how wet this is. Oh yes. He said, running his fingers over my soaked pussy. This is very wet. Very wet indeed, baby.’ He turned back to the doorway.

  ‘Nurse!’ he called.

  I heard the creak of a door, then, almost immediately, the maid appeared at the doorway. She was wearing a white satin nightgown, one of the straps falling off her shoulder, revealing a buxom bosom, and pulling tight across her fat stomach.

  The maid rushed over, holding a spare diaper and some baby wipes, and bent over my cot. ‘Looks like baby needs changing,’ she cooed, smiling.

  Papa stood up, making way for the maid, and, as she began to change my diaper, Papa stood behind her, pulling up her nightgown at the back. Then, he undid his pantaloons, and I heard the maid gasp, then saw a large smile spread across her face.

  Soon, I heard the soft, moist slap of flesh, and Papa began to fuck the maid, hard, as she changed me. ‘You dirty old nurse,’ I heard him growl in the maid’s ear, as she bit her lip and moaned.

  ‘Oh, thank you, sir…’ she moaned. It took her a long time to get the diaper on me, she was so distracted by the big hard fucking that Papa was giving her, but, finally, she finished the job, and then she held on to the bars of the cot while Papa thrust wildly inside her.

  Then, suddenly, Papa shouted ‘Now!’ and the maid moved off his cock, out of the way, while Papa held on to his erect penis, guiding it through the bars of the cot, forcing his thick white spunk to shoot all over me. It landed on my stomach in thick white ropes, and then it coated my breasts. There was so much of it! I enjoyed the feeling of Papa's cum, making me feel warm and safe.

  I lay back, looking up at the stars painted on my nursery’s ceiling, listening to the sound of my new Papa, panting with pleasure.

  ‘There is so much that Papa's going to teach you, baby,’ he said, as the maid diligently began wiping Papa’s semen off me with a handkerchief. ‘Tomorrow,’ said Papa, ‘I’m going to teach you how to suck Papa’s nice big cock.’

  And, as I felt the maid wiping Papa’s hot juice off my breasts, I smiled, because I knew - I just knew - I was going to like it here.

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  The next morning, nice and early, the maid led me sleepily into mama and papa’s bedroom, and instructed me to climb under the covers between them. I clambered over the covers as the maid had told me, and slid underneath the warm covers into the luxurious space between my new parents. I felt my father’s naked skin against me, and was delighted to feel something hard pressing into my thigh. My papa had a nice hard cock, even though he was fast asleep!

  When the maid left the room, I considered touching Papa's cock while he slept, desperate to see how smooth and hard it would feel beneath my fingertips, but I didn’t want to be naughty and wake Mama and Papa up in case they were displeased, so I simply lay there like a good girl, enjoying the feeling of Papa’s cock pressing into me on one side, and Mama’s nice big milky breasts pushing against me on the other side.

  After quarter of an hour or so, Mama began to stir. ‘Good morning, baby,’ she whispered. ‘What a good baby, getting into bed so quietly and not waking us up.’ She smiled at me kindly. ‘Would you like a drink?’

  ‘Yes please, Mama,’ I said, opening my mouth wide in anticipation, while Mama pulled down the strap of her nightdress and released one large milky breast in front of my face.

  ‘There you go,’ she cooed, pushing her nipple into me mouth.

  She smiled down at me as I drank, a proud parent. I sucked and sucked, my eyes wide and grateful. I couldn’t believe how good the milk tasted, and how beautiful my Mama was, how much attention she was giving to me. She seemed so calm and happy.

  She squeezed her breast, so the milk fell onto my tongue even faster, and, as I drank, making little suckling noises, loud swallows and grunts, I felt Papa stir behind me, and felt his strong hands beginning to undo my diaper. Then I felt his firm hands on my buttocks. It was a gentle fondle, a caring fondle, and I loved it. I ground my buttocks against him a little harder, urging him to continue.

  The feeling of my Papa’s fingers on my ass, and Mama’s breast-milk on my tongue, made my pussy throb. I felt a trickle between my pussy lips.

  Papa completely removed my diaper now, and his fingers travelled down to my pussy.

  I sucked up Mama’s milk like a good girl, as my Papa’s fingers began exploring me. Playing with the pink lips of my pussy, stroking the soft, sensitive skin. I felt the cold band of his wedding ring brush my lips occasionally, and shivered with pleasure.

  His finger, coated in the slick juices of my pussy, pushed inside me, and I bit down on Mama’s nipple a little too hard for a moment, as the feeling at first surprised me. Mama moaned, as if the feeling of my teeth on her breast had been pleasurable, and she pushed her nipple even further into my mouth. I could not believe how much milk there was inside her, and all for me!

  Papa pushed another finger in, and began stroking my insides, in and out, stroking up and down the walls in long, beckoning movements, drawing yet more juice out of me, until it was dripping between my thighs, running down my ass crack.

  I moaned with pleasure, and Mama suddenly pulled her nipple out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for more milk. I noticed a
little milk dribbling out of the end of her nipple as she pulled away from me. ’It’s time for you to have some special time with Papa,’ she whispered lovingly, caressing my cheek, and then sitting up in bed, watching us with a smile.

  Suddenly, Papa - the Duke of Ludlow - growled like a hungry animal and pulled me closer to him. ‘Thank you, Mama,’ he said gratefully, and I felt his erection dig into the small of my back. I could feel how the Duke’s penis was, and ached for him to put it inside me, but I knew I couldn’t ask that of him. My Papa was caring for me. It was my job just to be cared for.

  So I lay back and let the waves of pleasure wash over me. I listened to the splash of milk inside me, to the sound of my Papa tugging his cock behind me, and I began to feel overwhelmed with it all. It was the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced.

  Papa circled my clit with this fingers, then pushed me onto my back.

  ‘I want you to suck Papa’s cock like you sucked on Mama’s teat,’ he said, looking down at me, with a stern expression. ‘Suck it nice and hard, as if it were full of milk.’

  I nodded, opening my mouth expectantly, as father pulled me further down the bed, and then crawled over me, his enormous meaty rod sticking up hard and straight between his almighty thighs, and then he positioned his cock over my face, and pushed it between my hungry lips. ‘Here, baby,’ he said. ‘Drink up.’

  Having only stopped sucking Mama’s breast a few seconds ago, I took Papa’s cock into my mouth in a very similar way, and began sucking at it with exactly the same motion, noticing that a salty, delicious taste fell onto my tongue as I sucked. It wasn’t the same as Mama’s creamy milk, but it was a different taste, also delicious. Papa moaned with pleasure as I sucked him, and when I looked up, I saw Mama out of the corner of my eye, looking at me proudly, massaging her breasts as she watched me and Papa together.

  Papa began stroking himself at the same time as I sucked him, and each time he tugged his sock, I feel it grow bigger and bigger inside my mouth. I was worried at point that it would completely block my airway, and I would no longer be able to breathe, but, somehow, I managed to take the entire length of him in my mouth, down the back of my throat, to make Papa proud.

  Feeling myself growing increasingly wet, I reached down between my thighs as I sucked on Papa, and I stroked my little wet pussy, sticking my fingers in it as fast as I could, my cheeks reddening with pleasure.

  Papa seemed to enjoy seeing me so turned on, and I knew, when I heard him let out a small gasp, that he was about to cum. It was a similar noise to the one he made last night with the maid, before he squirted his yummy hot juices all over me.

  He pinned me down quickly, pulling his cock out of me, and aiming it down at my stomach, towards my pussy. I felt his cum squirt all over my precious little sex, coating my pussy lips in his thick, salty semen, and I pushed my fingers even harder into myself, feeling his slick juices entering me via my fingers, filling myself up with his seed.

  Panting, the Duke stared at his cock, and at my cum-coated pussy, and then hard into my eyes.

  ‘Look what Baby made Papa do,’ he said quietly.

  I wriggled around, fingering myself and smiling, and Papa grabbed my hand and pulled it away, a stern look on his face. ‘That’ll do for now, baby,’ he said. ‘Mama is going to put another diaper on you, until Papa wants you again. Next time, he’s going to show you what a nice big cock feels like inside your tiny little pussy.’

  My mama called the maid, and she came in to clean me, while Mama put a nice clean diaper on me, and Papa watched the whole thing with a satisfied smile on his face.

  I however, was the most satisfied of all. Even though I was still desperate to touch myself, to make myself cum, over and over again, I knew I had plenty of time. Mama and Papa were going nowhere. And neither was I.

  PART SEVEN

  REGRESSING ROSIE

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  I run a very, shall we say, exclusive, brothel, for people who have a very particular sexual taste. Somewhere, and of course I can’t just tell you where it is, among the quiet hills and burbling streams of the Dorset countryside, you might, if you look very carefully, find my little kingdom. You’d be hard pressed, if you looked from the outside, to guess just what perversions went on inside. But, my dear reader, I digress. Let me get straight to the heart of the matter.

  I have five Babies in my life, and in my service, and I love them all equally, but I’ve always known Rosie was special. She’s my youngest - just eighteen years old. She came into my care four months ago, just a few days after her eighteenth birthday.

  Apparently, on her birthday, as soon as she’d been old enough, she’d taken herself off to our special contact in the capital city, and signed the consent forms. Of course, as soon as she was in their care, they’d known that she’d be perfect for our little community. You see, the sort of lifestyle myself and my little ones enjoy is hardly one which the majority of our rather prudish society would consider proper, or genteel. We were, for the most part, a rather degenerate bunch of moneyed perverts and sexual deviants who had neither the time nor inclination to scour London’s whorehouses for young women who were, shall we say, willing. And it turned out that young Rosie was very, very willing.

  I’d been looking for a new Baby, you see. The four I already had were lovely, don’t get me wrong, and they were all perfectly popular with our normal clientelle. There’s Margaret, a tranquil fifty-something who just pisses her self in the corner, and sometimes cries until either I or one of our clients give her a good fingering. There’s Amy, a thirty-four-year-old former nanny, who’d decided to stop earning a pittance looking after children and start to make a fortune by allowing others to look after her as though she were one. Then there was Lucy (not her real name), a twenty-eight-year-old with perfect blonde curls, and a problem with public onanism. Lucy had joined us not for the money so much as the, ahem, lifestyle, which she thoroughly enjoys. And there’s also Ben, my only male of the group - who, until Rosie was my most recent addition. Ben is twenty-one and sings nursery rhymes under his breath. He likes it when I touch his cock, but doesn’t want me to fuck him.

  And that’s fine. I don’t go against the wishes expressed on the consent forms.

  Rosie’s consent forms, when she turned up - other than a signature - were left completely empty. Her signature is the only thing I’ve seen from her previous life. She doesn’t say a word now she’s in my care. I’ve never even heard her babbling like some of the others.

  So let’s just say, when Rosie was delivered to me by the agency, completely silent and happy for me to do anything to her now she was in my care, I was pretty excited, to say the least.

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  ‘Hello little one,’ I’d said, stroking her long chestnut curls, as she blinked up at me with her big, brown eyes. ‘Your Daddy Rick is going to take good care of you.’

  I showed her to her room, which was in between Ben’s and Lucy’s - I thought it’d be good for her to be around the younger ones. Lucy was a little jealous at first I think, not to be the youngest girl any more, but Ben seemed inquisitive and kept crawling in her room to take a look at her. I’d asked the maid to make sure that Rosie’s room was especially beautifully appointed, and had made sure that that lazy wench had done as I’d asked, as she could be a little lax at times. Hmm, she’d done a good job here though, the busts had all been dusted and the picture-frames were smudge free.

  In the end I shut the door, to give Rosie and I some privacy, on our first meeting.

  ‘Well, Baby,’ I said, lying Rosie down on her changing mat, thinking how fragile she looked, how much I already cared for her. ‘Let’s get you changed,’ I said. ‘Put you in a nice clean outfit for Daddy.’

  The agency always delivered the girls in the same thing: plain pink romper suits with the agency logo embroidered on the chest. They felt like hospital outfits to me, or prison jumpsuits. Children felt so much freer crawling around in just a nappy. I liked my Babies best that way
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  My hands, for some reason, trembled as they undid Rosie’s jumpsuit. I think it’s because of how silent she was, not smiling or gurgling, just looking straight up into my eyes with deep, dark, serious thoughts.

  As I unbuttoned the suit, and pulled apart the toweling material to reveal Rosie’s breasts, my dick stirred with excitement. Her tits were incredible. Not just big and round, but also, creamy white, with perfect little pale pink nipples, nipples that I couldn’t wait to tweak and lick and suck.

  But it wasn’t my policy to fuck my Babies on their first night here. I let them settle in first, let them acclimatize to their new home. And then normally, after a week or so, Daddy would give them their first treat.

  Rosie began to dribble, very slowly, out of the corner of her mouth.