“Degenerate beast!” Aunt Willa said. “Always showing off your university education.”
“Now Aunt Willa, here,” he continued, “naturally prefers men. I have no quarrel with her. After a long evening of being entertained by her caged harem, she becomes as sweet and agreeable as Springtime itself.” He shook his head, “But it doesn’t last.” He pumped my hand in greeting. “My function is to keep this clan out of the courts, and far from Blackpool Prison. I’m a Barrister, I make sure what little of us and our line of business is known by the public is all legal and law-abiding. And,” he added with a wicked wink, “I am an enthusiastic participant in our nightly revels.” His laugh was like a song echoing in a barrel.
“Enough, Lamont,” Aunt Caroline said. “Confine your long-winded expositions to the court.” She turned back to me, grasping the hand of a petite, pretty, brunette girl and pulling her toward me. “Here’s your step-cousin from your mother’s side, she is your mother’s sister’s step-daughter by her second marriage. Because of her beauty, and her enthusiastic service for our business, we consider her one of the family. May I present Miss Treise Mallory.”
A doe-eyed girl no older than eighteen pressed up against my body, her hair a mound of wavy black silk tickling my cheek. “Hello, Richard,” she cooed. She stood on her toes and kissed me. “I can do whatever is necessary to make you feel welcome and wanted.” Her hand danced down my chest and fingered my belt buckle. “Au deboucher?” she whispered in my ear.
Lamont arched his cigar in the air, “Careful, Richard, she’ll have you stripped naked and stretched out on the dinner table before the soup is served.”
Treise spun around with a sneer. “You weren’t interested.”
“I’m saving myself for the new arrivals.”
“Make way, make way!” The group parted, and a frail, but energetic aged lady propelled her wheelchair forward. Her snow white hair framed a still attractive, aristocratic face. She must have been stunningly beautiful in her youth.
“Now, young man, show some of that charm you inherited from your father.” She held up her hand, palm downward and fingers drooping.
My aunt lay her hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Your grandmother, Claudia Cailean.”
“Yes, I remember her from our Yuletide celebrations.” I bent and kissed her hand. “The loveliest jewel in the family diadem.”
Her eyes sparkled as she grinned and gave me a confidential nudge with her elbow. “Did they tell you about the girls yet?”
Before I could answer, the oaken double doors on the opposite side of the room swung open, and the brunette maid, Bridget, lovely in her scanty maid’s costume, said, “Masters and mistresses, dinner is served.” I stared at the wide leather collar around her neck. In the front hung a large metal ring.
I paused as I passed her, admiring the liquid brown eyes sparkling in her lovely oval face. Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled at me, flashing the brilliant whiteness of perfect teeth encircled by the soft cupid’s-cushion of her crimson lips. The deep red color of the generous nipples crowning her breasts were plainly visible, pressing out against the frail tissue of her blouse. I reached out and touched her collar and fondled the metal ring, making sure my eyes weren’t tricking me.
We sat down at a long table draped with a brilliantly white linen cloth and set with china and silver that gleamed and sparkled in the candle light. The brunette servant girl wheeled in my grandmother in her chair and stood quietly behind her.
I looked around the room, and my eye was drawn to the fireplace. Carved in bold letters on the front of the chimney-piece was the family motto;
“Lust will seize and conquer where mere love is repelled.”
Two more maids, Tait and Donella, stood at opposite ends of the sideboard. Donnella’s belly and thighs were striped purple with fresh bruises. Miss Ballard, the mistress of discipline, stood close by the door to the kitchen, her arms folded and her ever-present riding crop at the ready.
At a signal from my grandmother, the maids began serving the evening meal from the huge platters crowding the sideboard. After the soup, Aunt Caroline said to Miss Ballard, “You can begin with the entertainment.”
Miss Ballard scowled at the pretty brunette and shook her riding crop. “Bridget, obey!”
“Yes, mistress,” the girl said, and hurried over to the baby grand piano in the far corner. I could see the faded purple bruises and stripes on her thighs, and knew what motivated these girls to unhesitating obedience. She tugged the bow in the ribbon holding her blouse closed. In a teasing slow-motion, she artfully unthreaded it from the loops. Her blouse curled down, exposing the naked magnificence of her bountiful breasts. There were faint purple stripes on her breasts, too, where some punishment had been inflicted.
When her blouse lay crumpled beside her on the bench, she began to play a simple but charming melody. Then her voice filled the air with enchantment. I forgot my dinner, forgot my hunger, and sat spellbound by her performance.
“What a sweet prison for our uncovered flesh,
Slaves of desire, slaves of the buyer.
Chained by the will of men who command
I will obey, be yours today.
Let lasses rejoice being chained in his bed,
Our Masters require, our Master’s desire.”
Her words flowed through my delirious heart like an amber river of honey. I stared at her pink-skinned breasts, wanting to kiss their erect ruby nipples. Unconsciously I licked my dry lips. I dreamed of them hovering over me as she straddled my chest, bending down to caress my face with them, crooning of the fleshly bliss she would bestow to my manhood. I came out of my reverie just as she was singing the last words;
“Sweet temple of Venus, welcome his thrusting
When Master cums, when Master cums.”
There was a scattering of applause, as male hands came out from under the table. Bridget stood and bowed, her breasts swaying freely. She pulled her blouse from the bench and dropped it to the floor behind her.
“Come now, girls!” Miss Ballard barked at the other two maids. “Don’t pretend you’ve forgotten the rules; when one blouse comes off, they all come off.” She cracked the riding crop into her gloved hand with a scowl. As quickly as they could, Tait and Donella yanked the ribbon from their blouses, and stripped them off.
The pale-faced Tait, with her short, curly brown hair lowered her eyes, too ashamed to watch us staring at her petite, conical breasts with tiny strawberry nipples. Donella, the younger girl with shining brunette hair and her milk-white complexion marred with the welts of her beating, avoided our eyes, gazing vacantly ahead as if there was no wall between her and the farthest stars. Her generously bulging breasts with upturned nipples had developed early, blooming into a glorious protrusion.
“Richard,” my aunt said. “It is a family tradition to fondle the girls between courses. It sharpens the appetite. Since you are now the Master of Blackthorne, you may proceed first.”
“Oh, please do,” Uncle Garrick said from across the table. “Don’t be prig. We’re all going to do it.” He gave me a wicked leer. “Choose which girl you want, she won’t mind.”
I inhaled a deeply, turning to look at all three girls. Exhaling a quivering breath, I nodded to Bridget. She glided to my side and lifted her arms high above her head. She was smiling, but I caught the glint of dread in her eyes. First I clasped her head in my hands and drew her to my lips, savoring a continuous kiss. My hands dropped to her undefended breasts. I clutched them, savoring their warmth and softness as I gently kneaded them with my hungry fingers.
I heard a murmur of approval around the table. I held her, kissing thus, until my air-starved heart was exploding in my chest. Releasing her, we both gulped in a great lung-filling draught.
“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured, then moved to the next person.
Someone whispered, “I’ll give a guinea to a gooseberry that that young lovely will pump his love gland dry tonight.”
My aunt
was watching me, and when I sat unmoving she said, “It would be bad form to neglect the other two girls.” Miss Ballard cracked the crop in her glove again. The brown-haired Tait started at the sound and rushed to my side. She lifted her arms above her head and thrust her chest forward. Her eyes glittered with tears as I teased her raspberry nipples between my fingers and thumbs.”
“You can use your teeth, you know,” Lamont said. “There are no rules about what we can do to these girls.”
Treise sat next to me, arm on the table, chin in her hand, pouting. “When you’re done with these amateurs,” she said, “Don’t forget about me.” She leaned forward, tugging down her half-open blue gown to release a generously-proportioned, perfumed breast. “I’m a girl, too.”
I released the maid’s nipples and patted her buttocks. “Run along and play.”
The third girl, Donella, needed no threat from Miss Ballard. She stood next to me, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet to make her punished breasts waggle.
Miss Ballard pointed her crop at her. “Now look at Donella, girls. She’s learned her lesson, and knows what pleases a man. I want to see your breasts jiggle, or they’ll feel my riding crop.”
I leaned forward, pressing my lips into her yielding flesh, delighting in the sensation of life in their motion. I heard her quick gasp of pain as my teeth nipped at her welts.
The next course had been served by two new girls during our exploration. They, too, wore neck collars and short skirts, but no blouses. Their feminine charms quivered temptingly near my face as they reached forward to remove my soup and serve the next plate. I moved my head from side to side, wondering how many girls would appear before the meal was finished.
“There’ll be one for each of us,” said my cousin Lamont, guessing at my thought. “Maybe two, and we’ll take turns trading off when we all go to our bedrooms.” He tilted his head at my aunts. “And a young man or two to pleasure the ladies; or girls, if they choose.”
“Did my father do this, too?”
“Oh, yes, and he had great staying power. He could fuck three girls a night, sometimes a fourth, if she was exceptionally pretty or anxious to avoid the whip.”
Aunt Caroline heard my question. “Your father lived the good life. We all are grateful for his skill and courage in maintaining our family business.” She turned to Miss Ballard, “Where’s that young male Chalmers promised me for the evening? I’m getting horny from watching the men fondling our maids.”
Miss Ballard pointed her crop at one the brunette maid. “Bridget, go tell Master Chalmers that Mistress Caroline wants to be pleasured by that new male.” She cracked the crop into her gloved hand. “And hurry. I have a cure for laziness down in the cellar.” The girl dashed off, breasts bouncing.
A few moments later, Chalmers entered, holding one end of a chain. At the other end was a curly-haired young man, naked and on all fours. Chalmers pressed his riding crop against the man’s head, steering him under the table where Aunt Caroline sat. She spread her legs and hitched forward on her chair until I could see the round shape of young man’s head lift up under her dress between her thighs. She smiled and relaxed, picking at her food between sighs and gasps.
“When you’re finished with him,” Aunt Willa said, “I have a use for him.” She hitched her dress up to her waist.
My step-cousin Treise was idly stirring her food, still looking at me. Her naked breast still quivered next to me in open invitation. “Don’t you find me interesting?” she asked. She was fingering the buttons on the front of her dress. Four were unbuttoned, already.
“I am interested,” I said, “But this is all so new to me. Look at my hands, they’re trembling.”
“I know how to relax a man,” she said. She grasped my hand and pressed it into her breast. “Go ahead,” she said in a throaty whisper, “pinch my nipple as hard as you can.” She gasped as my thumb and finger crushed the pink spongy mound. “Harder,” she said with a grunt. Her teeth clenched from the pain. “Harder!”
I released her breast and dropped my head. “No. This experience is too strange for me. How can you enjoy such pain?”
Treise’s eyes were closed as she massaged her throbbing nipple. “Pain and pleasure go together. You’ll see. I know you will. I’ve watched the other men, how they were like you at first; reluctant and timid. Then, when they summon up the boldness to begin abusing a girl, making her shriek and scream, they discover their cock’s pleasure is multiplied a hundred times.” She quickly finished unbuttoning her dress and cupped her other naked breast, lifting it toward me. “Now the other one.”
When I hesitated, she scolded me. “Cousin Richard, I demand that you be a gentleman and pleasure me as those girls have pleasured you.” Her scowl changed to a pout, then tears sprang from her eyes. “I was told you were interested in girls.”
I sighed and cupped her breast in my left hand. With my right, I captured the nipple and began crushing it.
“Uh--uh--more--yes--UNGH!” Her hand darted into her open dress, snaking down to her pussy. I could see her fingers working frantically. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Harder!”
I glanced self-consciously around the table, but everyone was busy satisfying their own lust with the maids. Aunt Caroline’s head was tilted back, breathing deeply, her eyes closed. The maids had unbuttoned the men’s trousers, tucking their hands inside to caress swelling cocks. Grandmother’s calm face was bent forward, her eyes and hands busy with her dinner. It was as if she were deaf and blind, taking no notice or interest in our revels.
Treise was squirming in her chair, gasping, moaning, and croaking out words. “Yes. Oh, Richard, you’re so strong and cruel. UNGH! Paradise.”
I grasped her other nipple with my free hand and began twisting and mauling it.
“OH! Damn!” both her hands were in her crotch, her fingers jabbing and massaging. “I’m cumming!” she squealed. “Cumming! Yes!”
With a shudder she peaked and then slumped down, panting, her raven hair tumbled across her face. I released her nipples and leaned back, watching. She sat with her eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. A few moments later, she sighed, straightened up in her chair, and began buttoning up her dress. “Thank you, cousin Richard, for you kindness.” She said with the calm, matter-of-factness as if I had just offered to pour her tea.
“You’re welcome, Miss Mallory.” I replied.
She turned to my other cousin, Lamont. “I have the bet. You owe me ten pounds.”
“Foul,” he replied. “You said he would fuck you under the table.”
“I only mentioned he would make me cum, and my pussy was under the table.” She turned back to me, “Wasn’t it, Richard?”
“She’s like that, you know,” said my Uncle Garrick. “She can’t have an orgasm, unless some man is hurting her. After her sexual awakening, she used to go out to the stables, strip naked and tie her wrists together and her ankles together. She would stand on a ladder and loop her arms over a beam and kick the ladder away. She’d hang there for hours letting the horse flies bite her until we found her. Your father was so angry with her that he would cane her before letting her down. I think she enjoyed it, I could see the inside of her thighs dripping with her juices.”
I detected a faint smile on his lips. “Did you enjoy watching?”
“Of course. Your father even let me cane her sometimes.”
I’m not sure how we finished eating the meal, but I discovered my Aunt was right. The stimulation of all this naked flesh and shameless touching made me ravenously hungry. Our plates were empty.
During the dinner, the maids had shed their skirts and stockings under the threat of Miss Ballard’s long riding crop. Nothing remained to hide their feminine charms. Only their high-heeled shoes were left on, to lengthen their legs and accent the enticing curves of thigh and calf.
The wine had relaxed my nerves and I was staring at the girls, thinking only of choosing one of these lovelies to share my be
d and pleasure me all night long.
I looked down and saw the brunette, Bridget, crouching at my feet. Somehow, she had managed to unbutton my trousers without disturbing me. She began caressing my upright cock.
“Are you pleased with me, Sir?”
In answer, I reached down and grasped a nipple and pulled her up to stand next to me. “Sit,” I said, indicating my lap. She settled her naked bottom on my thighs and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I caught a glimpse of Aunt Caroline glancing at me while speaking to Chalmers. Every few moments, he would turn to look at me and Bridget, then look back at my aunt, nodding his head. My cousin Treise was standing behind them squirming with obvious delight, grinning wolfishly at me.
Bridget was nuzzling her cloud of raven hair against my cheek. “How may I pleasure you, Sir?”
“Unbutton my shirt. I want to feel your big breasts against my skin.”
Her nimble fingers flew down my shirt, releasing the buttons with swift skill. She pulled it open, then pulled the sleeves down off my arms. It hung limp behind me, the cuffs sprawled limp on the floor. She twisted around facing me, with one leg on each side of my hips. Sliding forward, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed those soft, round feminine delights against my naked chest. We kissed, while my hands explored her naked buttocks. Breathless moments later, she snuggled her head against my shoulder. My hand pressed her head against my cheek, my fingers searching through her silky hair. She sighed and put her lips to my earlobe. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
“I will,” I murmured into the perfumed softness of her curls.
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