Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set

by Lucy Wild

  “The board allows you coal and candles don’t they?”

  “And the house rent free.”

  “What an angel you are,” said Mr Bummer, lifting her onto his lap and wrapping her legs around his back, kissing her profusely as she blushed. “My Slout is dying,” he added.

  “Won’t last a week,” she replied, sliding her hand down his chest.

  “His death will cause a vacancy,” said the beadle, caressing her buttocks in his hands. “A vacancy that must be filled.”

  “There is something that must be filled first,” she replied, taking hold of his shaft and guiding him up into her.

  “I can help with that also,” he replied, thrusting hard up into her, watching her expression change as he filled her pussy. They crashed around the room in their passion, changing position every minute until finally the beadle was on his back and Mrs Cornhole was filled in her cornhole and at last they reached a most satisfying orgasm in the same instant.

  Once dressed Mr Bummer held the door handle and said, “What flustered you before?”

  “I will tell you when we’re married.”

  Mr Bummer left the building with a light heart and visions of promotion which occupied him until he reached the brothel of Semenbally. Through the glass he could see Tit and Charlotte said either side of a table laid out with oysters.

  “They enflame the ardour,” said Charlotte. “Try this nice fat one.”

  “I wish we had a nice fat one to share,” sighed Tit.

  Mr Bummer burst into the room. “Say that again miss.”

  Charlotte screamed and Tit gazed at the beadle in terror.

  “How dare you mention such a thing and how dare you encourage her?”

  “But we do of times want a fat one.”

  “Silence! I came here to book a whore for a gift for my betrothed and instead I hear such sinful talk. I can see I must take you both in hand. Bend over the counter top this instant.”

  The two girls did as he commanded, gasping as he yanked their skirts and panties down to expose the peachy skin of their bottoms. He implied both would enter the pits of hell if they did not repent, all the while landing spank after spank upon them, gradually increasing the intensity until the air rang with the sound of it.

  Finally he tired but he did not let them stand. “A fat one you wanted?” he asked, lowering his trousers. “Then a fat one you shall both have.” With that he guided his cock into Charlotte’s waiting pussy, stretching and filling her whilst continuing to spank her companion. He began to thrust into her but only enough to tease before pulling out and moving across to Tit, easing into her in much the same way.

  He continued back and forth, teasing both for some time before allowing them to touch each other whilst he grew close to orgasm. He stepped back and observed their mutual masturbation before insisting that as they enjoyed eating so much they could eat him post haste. He set them on their knees before him and ran his hand along the shaft of his cock until it jerked and a spray of cum splashed onto their eager mouths. He moved from Charlotte to Tit and back again as they sucked him dry before he gave them a final warning as to their conduct and went on his way.

  Now we must leave him and inquire after Olivia Twist to ascertain whether she is still lying in the ditch where Fuckit left her.

  Chapter 28

  Sikes looked back at his pursuers, the wounded girl across his knee as he rested for a moment. He could hear the alarm and the bark of dogs. “Bear a hand with the girl,” he said to Fuckit. Together they laid her in the dry ditch beside them.

  “It’s up Bill,” said Toni. “Leave the kid and show your heels.” With that he took off and Sikes followed, pausing only to toss his cape over Olivia.

  A minute later the pursuers reached the same spot. After a short conference they determined to return home, leaving Olivia unseen.

  The next morning she awoke with a cry, her arm saturated with blood. In a daze she began to walk, eventually reaching the house from which she’d fled the night before. There she fell in the doorway and was soon after admitted inside by the lady of the house. “Poor girl! Treat her kindly Giles,” she said to her servant, despatching another for the constable and the doctor.

  Thus Olivia was taken in, carried upstairs and set down in bed to rest for the time being.

  Chapter 29

  The doctor found Olivia sat up in bed. “Leave us alone,” he told the household, closing the door and approaching the bedside. “How do you feel?”

  “Sexually frustrated,” Olivia replied, unable to keep her private thoughts private in her daze. “I want a cock inside me and I want an orgasm.”

  “My dear!” blustered the doctor, unused to such coarse language from any quarter. “You are quite mad.”

  “Assist me sir and I will feel much better I am certain of it.”

  “I shall not. I wish only to examine you.”

  “Of course,” Olivia said, gingerly removing the nightdress in which she had been placed and revealing her naked body, spreading her legs and pulling her pussy lips wide apart. “Would you like to examine in here perhaps?”

  The doctor wanted to tell her to dress this instant but the sight of her pink wetness so exposed to him who was not married and frustrated also prevented him. Instead he ensured the door was locked before removing his coat. “I will check inside you if I may,” he said, leaning down and slowly inserting a finger into Olivia. “How does that feel?”

  “I need something bigger,” she replied. “Something much bigger.”

  The doctor had his cock out in a flash, climbing onto the bed and taking hold of the shaft. “This is just to check you are well,” he said.

  Olivia nodded in response. “Of course. Now fuck me!”

  The doctor slid into her, staring into her eyes as they widened before she began to kiss him. His body was soon crushing hers against the bed, holding her in place as he ground onto her, his pelvis hitting her clit in just the right way. In moments she came, her pussy contracting around him. “I need examining in here,” she gasped, pushing him off her and turning over, reaching back to spread her buttocks apart. “Very deeply in here.”

  “Of course,” the doctor said, taking the tip of his cock and easing it into her anus, watching it stretch around him. He took his time moving deeper into her until he was buried within and only then did he begin to thrust, the tightness of her bringing him to orgasm in a matter of minutes. As he came he lay still against her, his cock filling her arse with spunk before he withdrew.

  Once outside the room the lady of the house approached him. “Well, how is she?”

  “She will be well but I must check on her in private twice daily for a good while to check on her progress.”

  “Should we give her anything?”

  “I will ensure she gets plenty of fluids.”

  Chapter 30

  The doctor led the household in to find Olivia asleep in her bed. “Can such a young woman be pupil of robbers?” asked the lady of the house.

  “Vice takes up her abode in many,” replied the doctor, thinking of being in her bottom just minutes before. “A lot of vice.”

  “We must be able to do something to save her from such a life.”

  It was many an hour before Olivia next woke. At that point she was asked to disclose her history and this she did from first to last as the household listened with nodding heads and weeping eyes. Afterwards Olivia slept again.

  The constable was called and informed that none could be sure who Olivia was, only that they were all certain she was not the thief.

  Chapter 31

  The household were now in cahoots but when a superior to the constable arrived, it took all their skills to persuade him of Olivia’s innocence. At last they sent him in to interview the poor girl who repeated her demand for sex as she had done with the doctor.

  “I am an officer of the law,” said the man in uniform boldly, even as his hands fell to her breasts, exposed to his gaze when she lifted her nightdress. �
�I cannot be bribed.”

  “I am not bribing you,” she replied, pulling him onto the bed and tossing him onto his back. She climbed onto him and lowered her pussy over his cock until she was sitting firmly on him. “I am fucking you.”

  She began to bounce up and down on his shaft as he tried his best to interview her over the crime that had taken place at the house. He soon lost interest in his questions as she squeezed him tightly whilst toying with her clit until she came with a scream and a twitch of her arms, falling onto him so he could thrust all the quicker into her and reach his own climax but a minute later.

  When the officers of the law left, they were certain of one thing, that a seductive temptress like Olivia Twist could not possibly have been involved in the burglary even if she were clearly interested in buggery.

  Chapter 32

  Olivia slowly recovered. The doctor helped her frustration by joining her in bed twice daily as he had promised. With each session her stamina grew until she and the good surgeon would roll on the floor together for hours at a time.

  They finally felt her well enough to take her to see Mrs Downlow. Sadly upon arrival they found that she had sold her goods and gone to the West Indies six weeks before. To assuage her despair they took her to a cottage at some distance in the country. It was a happy time spent there in the company of the birds and the trees, walking together and enjoying the sweet smelling air. Thus three months passed and Olivia felt bonded to the household forever.

  Chapter 33

  Sadness imposed itself on the household when a young member fell ill and died shortly after. Olivia attempted to console the old lady as best she could, on the day after the funeral, slipping into her bed as she wept and wrapping her arms around her.

  “I miss her so,” the old lady cried.

  “I know,” said Olivia, beginning to stroke her nipples. “Perhaps I can distract you for a short time.” The nipples under the old lady’s dress felt stiff by this point and her tears dried as Olivia kissed them from her cheeks, slowly working her kisses lower to the lady’s bosom, sucking and licking her nipples whilst reaching under her dress.

  She found the hidden pussy under there was already wet and thrust into it with a finger whilst using the palm of her hand to grind at her clit. The old lady sighed, her hand moving to Olivia in much the same manner. Together they lay mutually masturbating until they reached orgasm, the old lady falling asleep almost instantly after coming, leaving Olivia to stroke her own clit to climax before drifting off herself.

  Chapter 34

  Olivia continued to live in the country house, enjoying every moment until she had a most unfortunate dream. Unsure whether she was awake or asleep, she saw Getin and Sikes by her window. They climbed in and held her down, tearing her clothes from her as she begged them to get inside her. But they did not, instead they fucked each other whilst she was forced to watch, her hands bound to her sides.

  Only when she screamed for someone to enter her did they turn and undo her ropes, bending her over whilst Sikes took her buttocks and rammed himself between them, straight into her bottom. She let out a yelp of pain and pleasure as he began to thrust almost instantly, filling her posterior whilst Getin pressed her naked pussy to Olivia’s face, almost smothering her.

  Olivia could smell and feel nothing but sex and she felt a heat build up inside her that burst like a balloon, waves of orgasmic bliss washing over her as Sikes continued to fuck her, growing faster and faster until she felt him spasm deep in her arse and then she was filled with his cum. He withdrew as Getin ground her clit onto Olivia’s tongue, using her to reach her own orgasm shortly after. “Come,” said Getin. “It is definitely her. Let’s away.”

  They left via the window as Olivia bolted upright in bed, certain it was a most powerful dream. She frowned as she felt a wetness between her legs and touched it with her fingers, finding a sticky white substance on her buttocks that made her scream out that it wasn’t a dream after all.

  Chapter 35

  The household searched beside the house and far into the distance but found no sign of any wanderer. In the end it was suggested that perhaps one of the servants had slept with Olivia whilst she forgot about it shortly after. It wasn’t a satisfactory explanation but none could suggest better.

  Chapter 36

  This shortest of chapters may be passed over in moments as nothing of import can be found to occur here, consider it an interval if you will.

  Chapter 37

  Mr Bummer had married Mrs Cornhole and become master of the workhouse. In the two months since their rampant sex sessions had dwindled to nothing. “I sold myself,” he said to nobody in particular whilst sat in their little room, “for silver teaspoons and two failed attempts at anal. I went very cheap, very cheap indeed.”

  “Failed because of your flaccid cock,” said a shrill voice in his ear.

  Mr Bummer turned and saw the face of his consort had overheard him. “Mrs Bummer,” he said with sternness.

  “Are you going to sit there all day?” Mrs Bummer inquired. “Or are you going to bring that thing to life.”

  “I shall just sit here I think.”

  At that his wife burst into tears. He picked up his hat from a peg and sauntered towards the door. The next thing he knew his hat was on the floor and his trousers round his ankles. Mrs Bummer grabbed his cock and did her best to induce it to harden but her hands, her lips and even her tongue could do nothing to arouse it. Mr Bummer was beaten. He thrust her away, found his hat and took off into the street, bumping straight into a stranger.

  “Do I know you sir?” he asked, brushing his coat down and attempting to regain his authority.

  “I have seen you before. You were beadle once.”

  “I was.”

  “What are you now?”

  “Master of the workhouse.”

  “Then let me buy you a drink master of the workhouse.”

  “Capital.”

  The stranger smiled and together they entered the nearest public house. The first gulp of liquor brought water to Mr Bummer’s eyes.

  “Listen to me,” said the stranger. “I came to this place to find you. Carry your memory back nineteen years to the birth of a girl.”

  “That is a long time ago.”

  “Night in the workhouse. A girl was born, later apprenticed to a brothel and onward to London.”

  “You mean Olivia Twist. I remember that young slut well.”

  “I care not for her. It’s the woman that nursed his mother that I seek,”

  “She died last winter.”

  The man stared at him, his gaze slowly becoming vacant as if lost in thought. At last he rose as if to depart.

  “I know of one who knew her,” said Mr Bummer thinking an opportunity had arisen for revenge on his wife.

  “How might I find her?”

  “Through me.”

  “When?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “At nine,” said the stranger, writing an address on a scrap of paper and handing it to the downtrodden former beadle. “Bring her there,” he said, “and keep it secret.”

  “”What name am I to ask for?”

  “Spunks,” replied the man as he strode to the door and away into the night.

  Chapter 38

  It was a dull evening when Mr and Mrs Bummer made their way to the address in question, wrapped in garments that protected them from rain and sheltered them from observation. They went on in silence, Mr Bummer often glancing at his wife to check she was still by his side.

  The house in question lay over the river, the piles on which it stood tottering and bending over the dark stream as if ready to sink at any moment.

  “Hello there,” cried a voice from above as they stepped into the broken doorway. “I’ll be with you directly.”

  “Is that the man?” asked Mrs Bummer as they waited.

  Mr Bummer nodded in the affirmative.

  “Say little,” she snapped as Spunks appeared and beckoned them into
an empty room.

  “Is this the woman?”

  “That is,” replied the former beadle.

  A peal of thunder followed a flash of lightning, the whole building shaking. “You were with the hag when she died,” asked Spunks.

  “I was.”

  “What did she communicate?”

  “That depends what the communication is worth?” the woman observed.

  “There may be money depending on what was said. Did she wear something?”

  “What’s it worth?”

  “Perhaps nothing. Perhaps twenty pounds. Speak and let me know which.”

  “Add five to your sum in gold and a firm cock and I will tell.”

  “What if I pay for nothing?”

  “Then you may take it away again. I am here unprotected.”

  Spunks held out a canvas bag, counting out twenty five sovereigns and handing them to the woman. Mr Bummer began to protest as to the second part of the bargain but was silenced with many aspersions as to his manhood. He at last stepped aside as his wife lifted her dress to her waist and invited Spunks to inspect the goods available to him.

  Spunks pronounced them sound and undid the buttons of his trousers, pulling free his cock which was already hardened in anticipation.

  Mr Bummer felt a stirring within himself as his wife bent over a ruinous table and presented her behind to their purchaser. Spunks entered her without pause as Mr Bummer’s cock began to harden for the first time in weeks. As he watched the stranger fuck his mouth he at last felt capable, hearing her moans as she pressed back onto the cock inside her.

  Moving around the table he grabbed his wife’s face and thrust himself into her mouth, fucking her with gay abandon whilst watching her eyes shine with light. He was soon desirous of being in her and as such lay on the table, lifting her onto him. She sank onto his prick, her pussy swallowing him as Spunks clambered onto her back and eased himself into the only other available hole.