Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set

by Lucy Wild

  “Thank you sir,” I replied as I set my dress aside and unwrapped the parcel, shivering in the cold air, the screen blocking the heat from the fire. Inside was a maid’s uniform, black dress, white apron and cap. On top of the pile was a pair of black shoes and white socks and in no time at all I was suitably attired. I looked down at myself. The hem was far higher than I had anticipated, reaching a good five inches above the knee. The neckline was similarly shocking to my country eyes, revealing my cleavage even when the apron was tied in place.

  I stepped out from the screen to see Mr Pompoir nod and smile. “Excellent. It fits!”

  “It is a little short sir,” I replied, tugging at the hem.

  “Nonsense. It is just right. Now let’s get going for it is five to five.”

  He walked with me through the reception area to a door marked ‘Staff Only.’ Behind it was a flight of spiral stairs that ascended to the second floor whereupon we stepped out into a plushly carpeted hallway. “Here is the key to room seventeen,” he said in a whisper. “I wish for you to go in and light the fire as quietly as you can for the guest will still be in bed at this hour. Once you are done, check if the personage within requires anything if they have awakened by then. Return to me afterwards.”

  “Aren’t you coming in to show me what to do?”

  “Surely you have lit a fire before?”

  “Yes but…”

  “Get on with it then.” His voice had risen as he spoke but he lowered it again as he regained control of his emotions. “Remember you are an ambassador for the hotel. Refuse no request from a guest, make no arguments or rejoinders and always without fail ensure they are satisfied before you leave them. Understood?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “Seventeen is third on the right. On you go.”

  He turned and went back to the stairwell as I walked along the corridor, the key almost falling from my trembling hands as I placed it in the lock of room seventeen and turned it as quietly as I was able. Once the door was open I stepped inside to find quite a sight before me. Clothes had been discarded on the floor and as I looked at them, my eyes adjusted to the gloom just as I heard a noise from the bed itself.

  Looking up I saw a sight I shall never forget for as long as I live. A gentleman of perhaps two score years and little more was naked, laid upon his back. Above him was a woman in an identical uniform to my own but it was held up to her waist by the man’s hands. As I looked, frozen in place as I was, the woman began to bounce up and down on the man. Below her I could see his organ of manhood, the first I had ever observed. It was vanishing up inside her and then returning to view as her posterior lifted and lowered onto him. The sound was coming from her lips, a low moaning and gasping noise that grew more intense in pitch as she sped up her movements.

  I didn’t know what to do. I was torn between turning and leaving, risking incurring the wrath of Mr Pompoir, or attending to the fire and risking angering the guest for my invasion of his privacy. As I remained indecisive I stayed glued to the spot, unable to tear my eyes from the pair of them. So this was sexual congress. It looked devilishly intriguing to my eyes and I found my body reacting in a different way to my shocked mind. My heart began to flutter, my lips seemed to tingle, my nipples stiffened within my dress and between my legs seemed to react strongest of all, a sense of emptiness spreading up me, as if I was widening in preparation to let something enter me.

  My cheeks were flushed, my hands shaking as the woman began grinding down on the gentleman’s hips whilst he let out a low grunt before growling at her, “I’m going to come.”

  “Come in me,” she gasped back at him, pulling the straps from her shoulders and bringing his hands up to grope her breasts. “Come in me Mr Unwin. Come in me please.”

  Her fingers moved between her legs and she began to bounce on him again, leaning back as she let out a shriek of delight. Suddenly her whole body seemed to shake and at that time I had no idea why or indeed what was happening to her. As she writhed above him he let out another grunt and then thrust his hips upwards into her. He groaned deeply and then fell still, the two of them silent as I let out an involuntary gasp of shock at the sight before me. They both heard, looking my way and I was caught in their gaze before I could move.

  Chapter 5

  “Ah good,” the gentleman said. “You have arrived in time. Tend to the fire and then tend to us. Quickly girl.”

  As I set coals in the grate, I felt their eyes upon me the entire time, making me wish there was a way of doing this task without bending over so much. Finally the fire took and I stood once more, finding the two of them sat under the blankets together. “Anything else sir?” I curtseyed.

  “Run the bath.”

  This was new to me. I was used to heating water by the fire and making the most of that but here the bath was in a separate room next to a toilet and sink with taps providing instant heat or cold on demand. City life clearly had its benefits. I ran the bath, marvelling at the steamy water filling it so quickly. The noise meant I didn’t hear the two of them walking into the room behind me. I took fright when I glanced around and saw a naked man and woman standing before me as if I was in the garden of Eden. I didn’t know where to look yet they seemed oblivious to the impropriety of being naked before me.

  “Good work,” the man said. “Now you must clean us both thoroughly.”

  I was about to question him when the words of Pompoir came back to me. If I wanted to keep my position I must please the guests. “Yes sir,” I curtseyed as the two of them stepped into the tub and stood before me. A flannel was laid over the side near the taps and I picked it up whilst trying to keep my hand steady.

  Soap bubbles covered my hands as I dipped the flannel and began running it over the chest of the gentleman, staring at his muscular form whilst doing my best not to look any lower. My body continued to conspire against me as I slowly worked along his arms and then down his stomach to where his appendage was firmly hanging, beginning to stick upwards as I worked my way towards it.

  “Clean her first,” he snapped just as I moved around it to his thighs, pointedly not looking at it. The woman stood perfectly still in the water as I dipped the flannel again and ran it over her shoulders, watching the soapy water trickle down her chest, forming a waterfall in her cleavage before I moved over her breasts. My eyes widened at the sight of her nipples stiffening when I brushed over them. Her breathing grew heavier as the pair stared intently at me. “Firmer,” the man said, “for she is filthy.”

  I rubbed harder as she let out a sigh. As I moved lower she turned around, bending slightly to point her bottom towards me. It was the first time I’d seen this portion of a woman and with it so close to my eyes I expected to be disgusted. Instead I found myself entering a kind of daze, a vision entering my mind of pressing my face between those perfectly rounded globes of flesh with her intimate yet unmentionable place protruding slightly. She bent lower still, spreading her legs and glancing back at me over her shoulder.

  “Clean her thoroughly there,” the man there. “Most thoroughly.”

  “Yes sir,” I replied, running the flannel over her inner thighs as the woman shuddered. Taking a deep breath I moved the flannel gradually upwards with each stroke until there was no way of avoiding her most intimate place which was dripping a creamy white fluid. I moved the cloth over the lips and they seemed to draw me in like a flame attracting a moth in the dark of night.

  “Scrub faster,” the man insisted and I did as requested, moving my wrist back and forth between her legs as the woman let out a soft moan. Wondering why she was reacting so vocally I continued with my cleaning for a number of minutes before the woman suddenly gasped, her lips seeming to spasm back and forth whilst her legs shook and her knees bent before me.

  She reached behind her and moved my hand away as she continued to breathe heavily. “It is too sensitive,” she said quietly. “Stop a moment.”

  “Tend to me,” said the man. “Set down the cloth and use your h
ands.”

  I sank my hands into the water and brought them out covered in bubbles. I held my breath as I reached out and took hold of the base of his rigid shaft, sliding my slippery fingers back towards the end as the man smiled down at me. “Good,” he said. “Keep doing that.”

  I pulled back the skin surrounding the tip, sliding my fingers around him as he seemed to grow even harder, his flesh surprisingly hot. As I began to run my hands along the length of him he took hold of my wrists, speeding up my movements whilst rocking his hips back and forth. He let go of my hands a minute later and I thought I could stop touching him but as I let go he grabbed my head and forced my mouth towards the end of him. “Use your tongue,” he growled, pushing himself past my sealed lips and into me, the heat of his shaft almost burning my tongue.

  As he filled my mouth my pussy began to throb with desire, feeling emptier than ever and aching to be entered. He moved my mouth so far onto him he almost hit the back of my throat, his cock beginning to spasm on my tongue.

  He thrust into my face as I remained mutely in place before him, unable to do anything but enjoy the sensation of his heat whilst he began to groan. A minute later I was about to burst from trying to breathe through my nostrils, saliva running down my chin as he rammed himself to the back of my throat and let out a sigh of happiness.

  At that moment his cock twitched uncontrollably in my mouth and then my tongue was covered in hot liquid whilst tasted salty and somehow delicious. He thrust again and more fluid spurted from the end of him. I could not swallow with him filling my mouth and was only able to do so when he slid out of me and sank into the bubbles, pulling the woman down beside him.

  “You may go,” he said, not even looking in my direction.

  Chapter 6

  I wiped my mouth with the side of my hand before curtseying. “Yes sir,” I said, walking backwards until I was out of their sight. I turned and left the room, locking the door behind me before slumping back against the opposite wall and putting my head in my hands. What on earth had just happened? I couldn’t believe what I’d just done and the entire time I was walking downstairs I continued to run over the events in my mind. I stopped in the first water closet I could find, sitting for some minutes and trying to calm my pounding heart, my body still aching as if desperate to be filled despite my confused thoughts.

  Pompoir was waiting in his office when I entered, a woman in a maid’s uniform beside him, whispering in his ear. “Come in Martha,” he said. “Take a seat.”

  There was a moment’s silence as the woman stood up and looked at me. I frowned at her face before realising it was the woman I’d seen in the guest’s bedroom. She stood beside Pompoir with her arms behind her back as he stood up and frowned at me. “I’ve been informed,” he said, “that your blow job technique lacks finesse.”

  I blushed at the sentence, hardly knowing how to reply. “I’m sorry sir?”

  “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

  “N…no sir.”

  He sighed. “Show me your technique. Quickly now.” Reaching into his trousers he pulled out his cock and left it dangling obscenely before my eyes.

  “Sir? I’m not sure…”

  “Get on your knees and put my prick in your mouth or find yourself a position elsewhere.”

  I thought of my night wandering the streets and that was all the incentive I needed to slide off the chair to the floor. If I’m honest with myself, I also wanted that sensation of heat on my tongue again, my pussy throbbing and wetter than ever.

  I wrapped my hands around him and slid up and down his shaft, taking him into my mouth and feeling him grow harder on my tongue. “Not like that,” he said, taking hold of my head. “Slower, use your tongue. That’s better. Oh my, that is capital.”

  I flicked my tongue over the head of his prick, still gripping him with my hands at the base and beginning to rock my head back and forth. “Emma, show her what she needs to do.”

  The other maid came to kneel beside me and together we ran our tongues either side of his shaft, me copying her movements, taking it in turns to suck him into our mouths.

  “The Hotel Pompoir is famous for fulfilling every desire of our guests,” Pompoir said as we continued to pleasure him. “You must learn the skills needed to please any and every whim. Now move faster. That’s it, keep going.”

  As I ran my hands along his shaft he pressed out two faces together before batting my hand away. He jerked along the length of his prick at speed, the end twitching as a spray of white liquid gushed from the end, splashing onto my face. The other maid licked it from my cheeks before swallowing quickly, lapping the last drops from Pompoir.

  “Call Oliver in here,” he said to her, replacing his cock in his trousers. “Quickly please.”

  Emma curtseyed and left the office as Pompoir motioned for me to stand. “Was that acceptable sir?” I asked, wincing as I felt sure he was about to sack me before I’d even finished my first day.

  “It needs work but you will get plenty of practice here. There are other duties excepted of you and Oliver will demonstrate some techniques you should find educational. Ah, here he comes now.”

  The door had opened and in walked a tall handsome man in his mid twenties, wearing a dark suit and top hat.

  “Oliver, thank you for joining us. This is Martha who began today.”

  “Pleasure to meet you,” Oliver said, offering me his hand as I felt a shiver spread through me. His voice was deep and did something to me that I couldn’t explain. I glanced down at his trousers, unable to stop myself picturing taking him in my mouth as I had done with Pompoir.

  “Imagine Oliver is a guest,” Pompoir said. “He has just asked you to strip for him. How would you do this?”

  “I don’t know sir. Take off my clothes?”

  “It’s not quite that simple. You should tease him by taking your time first of all. He would not ask if he didn’t want to be aroused by the sight of you stripping. Go on then, take your uniform off.”

  “Sir?”

  “I am getting tired of you questioning me Martha. Strip this instant.”

  “Yes sir,” I replied quietly, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest as I undid the straps holding my apron in place. I set it aside before sliding my dress from my shoulders. As I lowered it, my breasts came into view and I was surprised to see my nipples were harder than I’d ever seen them, puckered outwards and tingling with anticipation of what might be about to happen.

  The dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it. “Knickers too,” Pompoir said.

  Reaching into the waistband I thought about protesting but I saw the look in his eye. Another word and I’d be out the door. I slid them down slowly and just as they reached the floor Oliver leapt up and grabbed me, tossing me onto my back on the desk.

  I let out a gasp of surprise as his head plunged between my legs, his hands shoving my legs apart. “She’s soaking wet,” he told Pompoir. “Good choice for a maid.” With that he pressed his lips to my wetness, his tongue lapping at me and making me scream out loud before I could stop myself.

  “Oh my,” I muttered, my body reacting to the movement of his mouth, my mind crying out for him to enter me. His tongue moved up to a point of me that had never been touched before, an area that had been the epicentre of my aching desire. As he licked around and over it, I began to moan and writhe under him, losing any sense of self control as lust took over my being.

  He stood up shortly afterwards, shoving down his trousers as Pompoir began groping my breasts from behind the desk. He squeezed my nipples as Oliver took hold of his huge prick and rubbed it directly on the spot I previously mentioned, bringing me into new realms of pleasure.

  “You must please the guests,” Pompoir said, “remember where the hotel got its name from.”

  Oliver moved his shaft lower and I felt myself widen and stretch ready for him to enter. He nudged himself just into me and I shrieked with delight, trying to draw him deeper into me. He teased
and frustrated me by rocking back and forth in place, only moving inwards slightly each time. It took a number of minutes before he drew back and then thrust all the way into me.

  “Oh my goodness,” I gasped. “That feels so good.”

  “Doesn’t it though?” said Pompoir, “I’m glad you think that way. You will enjoy many a sensation like that whilst working here.”

  Oliver began to thrust harder into me, holding my hips as Pompoir leaned down and stroked the nub of my pleasure, making my body heat up more and more until I suddenly felt a tension grip every muscle in me, my mind screaming, my hips pushing forwards. A moment later a wave of intense bliss washed over me and I lost the ability to think, shaking and groaning, my pussy contracting around the cock inside me.

  “You just came,” Pompoir said as I slowly recovered. “How did it feel?”

  “Amazing,” I whispered. “Just wonderful.”

  Oliver moved faster and faster as I lay there, staring down at me whilst panting heavily until he rammed home a final time. I felt his shaft twitch inside me and then the delicious sensation of wetness filled me, his spunk spurting deep into my pussy. He thrust again and yet more fluid left him and entered me, leaving me filled with heat as he slowly withdrew at last.

  “Look at the time,” said Pompoir. “It is time for your break. You’ll find the staff quarters down the end of the hall. Take ten minutes to yourself and then return to me.”

  I stood up on shaky legs, taking two attempts to pick up my dress. I climbed back into it as Oliver left without another word. “Leave your knickers there,” Pompoir said. “You will not need them for the rest of today.”

  “Yes sir,” I replied, curtseying before leaving his office. I walked along the corridor and through to the staff quarters, sinking into a chair as tears formed at the corner of my eyes. I could feel cum dribbling back out of me as I sat there and tried not to cry. It wasn’t tears of sadness I felt but of intense joy. I’d been fucked for the first time and it had been glorious. I ran through it over and over again in my head, reliving the sensation of him being inside me. All too soon the ten minutes were up and I stood up, trying to shake the vision of Oliver from inside from my mind, wondering just what was in store for the rest of my first day at the Hotel Pompoir.