Lady Hoxton's guest bedroom at Hoxton Hall
I took my portfolio
back to my bedroom and took out my erotic journal. My carnal experiences at Hoxton Hall were
proceeding faster than I could note them down.
I took my journal down to the Rear Drawing Room to make some notes. I paused outside the Turkish Salon to see if
I could hear anything. There was
conversation and laughter but I could not make anything out. It must be a very substantial door, I
thought. I settled in the small drawing room on the sofa on which Sutton and I
had had our unexpected moment of passion the previous night. ! started to write about maids’ bath day and
was soon happily tumescent.
“Can I get you
anything sir?” asked Ruby, having knocked on the door a half hour later and
causing me to put my notebook on my lap, to cover my excitement.
I hoped she would not notice my blushing, as I was just at the point in
my narrative when I had partially breached her womanhood.
“Now, Ruby, look what
happened last time you asked that!” I said.
“Perhaps a cup of tea would be nice.”
“Would you like some
fancy biscuits with that, sir?”
“That would be very
nice.” It was still nearly an hour and a
half until lunch.
“What are you
writing, sir?” she asked, cheekily.
“My journal, Ruby!”
“Lots to write about
from this morning!” she said.
“Lots, indeed, Ruby,”
I replied.
“You don’t need
anything else, sir?”
“No, thank you.”
“You don’t need oral
relief, as his Lordship calls it? Or
something more than that, maybe. We was
cruelly interrupted, so we was. I’m
still all wet below. Dribbling, so I am.
Had to take me drawers off!”
“Ruby! Oral relief, indeed!” I said immediately
thinking that would be quite nice, while I wrote up my journal. “I thought his Lordship
did not engage in intimacy with his staff,” I said, wondering, again, how Hoxton
kept his hands off these lovely ladies.
“He doesn’t sir. But sometimes I do it for his guests. Sir Gerald, for example, while his Lordship
and Lady Crozier watch. I’m really good
at it! Oral relief. Lovely!”
She smacked her lips.
“I don’t doubt it,
Ruby!” I suppose nothing could shock me
as regards the goings on in Hoxton Hall.
I remembered a comment Sutton had made about Ruby during our
conversation in the Long Gallery. “But as you can imagine, I am now rather
drained!” Actually I was well able to take on this lovely little redhead but thought it would not be considered appropriate by Hoxton. I felt guilty enough about Sutton, the butler.
“Course, you are,
sir. Although I have been told I can
raise the dead, so I have. Ingrid and
Madeleine they was professionals.
Sorry. They were professionals. But his
Lordship always gets me to do
it. On account of me superior
technique! Well, if you ever need it,
let me know!” said Ruby. She puckered
her lips and blew me a kiss. “Jenny and my room is in the attic. Last room at the end of the corridor off the
west wing staircase. We’ll be there from
about just after midnight, sir. If you
don’t enjoys it downstairs. Some as
don’t. You wouldn’t mind having Jenny as well, would
you? She is me best friend and
everything, so I wouldn’t want her to miss out!
We’ll give you a good time, sir.”
“A kind offer,
indeed, although I suspect I may not be able to escape tonight. Tea and biscuits, however, sounds just
perfect for now!” She bobbed a curtsey and left. Two months ago I couldn’t get a woman to look
at me and now they were flinging themselves at me. I had just not been mixing with the right
women, I supposed. Or the wrong
women! I sat and carried on making notes
in shorthand. It was Sutton who appeared
with the tea. “I thought that Ruby might
bring it,” I observed as she poured the tea.
“Ruby is quite
excited enough as it is. Cook tells me that you were almost in up to the hilt until
you were interrupted by her ladyship! Do
you intend to have all of the staff
before you leave, sir? Milk, sir?”
“Of course,” I
replied, watching her pour it, rather than looking at her directly. In my mind
all I could hear was her gasping and moaning and see her wanton hip
rotations. “At no point have I initiated any close contact with any
members of staff, Sutton.”
“I suppose stripping
naked in front of a group of equally naked girls, none of whom are older than nineteen,
Cook excepting, isn’t initiating then, sir?”
“I am only twenty
three myself, Sutton,” I said.
“Really, sir? I thought you were older!” she said.
“There is also a
difference between taking a sensual bath and actually...”
“Doing it.”
“Exactly,
Sutton.”
“But you were doing it with Ruby, really, before
you were interrupted, so I have been told. So the girls got you going and her
ladyship got the benefit?” said Sutton.
“That is typical!”
“You are starting to
sound like a socialist, Sutton.” She
sniffed but did not reply.
“Are you enjoying
sitting on that sofa, sir?” she asked, eventually.
“It holds precious
memories of a lovely episode with a very special lady!” I replied. I could now appreciate why Hoxton kept his
hands off the staff. Sutton appeared to be quite jealous.
“You are good with
the words, sir. Just like her Ladyship
says!”
“Now, please don’t be
cross with me, Sally,” I began.
“Don’t call me Sally!” her
eyes flashed. She paused and composed
herself again. “Sir.” I stood up and tried
to put my hand on her shoulder but she backed away.
“Sorry, Sutton but I
am trying to reach the woman not the butler!”
I noticed her body, which had tensed up when I tried to touch her,
relaxed. “I was invited down to this...extraordinary event and pitched into a
sort of carnal cauldron where apparently respectable people behave like the
inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah.” I
recalled Daisy’s description. “I most sincerely apologise if I was so overcome
by your beauty, personality and charm that I committed an act which was not
appropriate!”
“My personality and
charm was it? Not my abbreviated
costume, then? Not having my boobies on
show, then?”
“Sutton, you are a
magnificent creature but it was our conversation in the Long Gallery that
inflamed my interest in you. You are a
fascinating woman!”
“Oh sir, it is me who
should apologise. I was the one who made
the running, as you say. It’s just
everyone here gets lots of it except me. Ross and Debney and Ingrid and Madeleine with
each other. Ruby with the guests. Cook with the butcher, Mr Maurice. Jenny has a thing with the milkman. And the blacksmith’s son. And the baker’s assistant. Anderson, the
under butler, is doing it with Mr Amstrong’s gardener from the adjoining property. Susan, the chauffeur has a man in Alton. But I have to be above it all. I’ve never done what I did with a guest of
his Lordship’s before. I am ashamed at
my lack of discipline. It was very
unprofessional of me. Cook gave me some Sherry before I got into my Turkish
costume as I was nervous about my appearance.
It went to my head! I don’t drink!
Please don’t tell his Lordship!”
She stepped forward into my arms and started crying, something I have
never been very good at dealing with and something I found very unexpected,
given her previous demeanour.
“There, there,” I
said, patting her back, my brain totally unable to come up with anything more
helpful or intelligent. She turned her
face up towards me and I kissed her and she started to kiss me back.
“Well, well,
Edmund. Do you intend to have every woman in the house? You are going through the staff like a
ravening dinosaur through an expedition!
I have just seen Ross and Debney, the gardeners, in the herb garden. They were asking after you. Perhaps you could go out and have some al
fresco fun, given what a nice day it is.
I am sure that they will put their unnatural proclivities aside for a
romp with a rampant, famous Irish explorer!”
Lady Hoxton shared Sutton’s ability to appear silently, like a ghost, it
seemed. Surprisingly, given the creaking
floorboards of Hoxton Hall. I supposed
that they had developed mental maps of the place, knowing which boards creaked and
which did not, so they could stalk the corridors in silence.
“Sorry, Milady. Mr Molloy was just comforting me,” said
Sutton. “I was upset!”
“Yes, he is a very
comforting young man. Now, I see Mr
Molloy has some tea so perhaps you might fetch me a cup as well. Don’t worry, there is no need for me to
mention this to James. Now run along!”
“Yes, Milady. Thank you, Milady!” Sutton bowed (she didn’t
curtsey; probably by reason of her trousers) and left the room, still
sniffling.
“I think she is
lonely,” I said, standing up as Lady Hoxton approached the sofa.
“Yes, you can be
quite lonely and still be surrounded by people,” she observed, sitting
down. “What it must be to be so
desirable, Edmund.”
“Well, I imagine you
would know, Lady Hoxton. Anyway, I’m not sure about that. I think it was just because I was here,
really!”
“You underestimate
your physical presence. You are a very
attractive young man. Now it seems that
we are going to be on our own for luncheon!”
I sat down next to her and she patted my thigh companionably.
“Really, what about
the ladies?”
“The ladies have
decided to take lunch in their Turkish seraglio. They have been joined by several more
prostitutes and I shudder to think what they are all up to. A photographer entered there earlier with a
large camera and a snivveling assistant.
No doubt the Romney Marsh Warbler is continuing to debauch everyone,
aided and abetted by her rancid daughters, whoever their father is. Fathers quite possibly. No doubt they
have requested that their behaviour be immortalised for James to frig
over. Sir Gerald, of whom I am very
fond, your fresh faced friend Mr Britten. Sir Jonty, the general and James are
having lunch in the George in Winchester.
At least the inns in Winchester haven’t kept prostitutes for sixty years
or so. Otherwise they would have rolled back later smelling of port and cunt,
as Caroline would no doubt crudely but accurately put it. I intend to keep you for myself this
afternoon!”
“I don’t mind being a
kept man, Lady Hoxton!” I said, smiling.
“I really do insist
that you call me Molly, at least when we are on our own. Lady Hoxton
makes me sound so dreadfully...old.” I opened my mouth. “No, Edmund, there is no need for well meant
platitudes as to my youthful appearance and comely form. I am very attractive, still, thank God! This I know. Now, I think I would like you to
draw me once more. More visual evidence of my desirability would be most
welcome!”
“Shall we retire
upstairs for that?” I said. Sutton had brought en enormous plate of biscuits
and I had not eaten that much at breakfast, as Lady Hoxton had barely given me
an opportruniuty to take so much as a mouthful. I wondered if I could take the
plate of biscuits with me. I eyed them
greedily.
“I was not aware,
Edmund, that the consumption of fancy biscuits was a key part of the creative
process!”
“I, I,...I..”
stammered.
“Fear not, you can
draw me here and consume all the biscuits you desire, although if you were
young James, as he was, I would forbid it on the grounds that lunch is
imminent!”
“Of course, nanny," I said cheekily. "I will go and get my drawing materials!” When
I returned to the Rear Drawing Room, Ruby was removing Lady Hoxton’s
clothes. I was surprised, as I thought
that we would be doing some clothed poses,
given the public nature of the room.
Lady Hoxton stepped out of her drawers and stood before me unashamedly
naked apart from her black stockings. I
was already erect. She looked at my
groin.
“I do hope that will
not prevent you from concentrating by diverting blood away from your brain,
Edmund!” Ruby looked at my groin too and giggled. “Now where do you want me?” I mumbled and indicated the sofa. Lady Hoxton told Ruby to run along and ask
cook to provide a light luncheon on trays, to be consumed afterwards. “A bottle
of Hock too. It makes a change from all
the French wine I usually have.”
Lady Hoxton posed for
a trio of nude drawings I made in red and white chalk on coloured paper, in the
Whistler style. I had her reclining,
bottom up on the sofa, sat on a chair in her stockings and finally standing
(always the biggest challenge) with her hands on her hips looking appropriately
assertive. She selected the standing one
to keep, as I knew she would and offered me any one of the others. She would then keep the third drawing too. Instead,
I asked her to pose for an intimate portrait and she agreed to sit on the
chair, with her legs spread while I did a detailed drawing of her parts in
pencil for my collection.
“Oh!” came a
voice. I turned around and saw Edith
standing in the doorway, dressed in one of Lord Hoxton's paisley dressing gowns.
“Mrs Challenor! Do come in!
You have escaped from the seraglio! Of your own volition, I hope, not abducted, as Mozart would have it!”
“Indeed not, Lady
Hoxton. I take it that dear Edmund has
been exercising his skills once more!” She entered the room and I stood up and showed her the picture I had just finished of Lady Hoxton’s
parts. “You really will have to exhibit these at that brothel you seem to enjoy
visiting of late!”
“Ah, is the depiction
of women’s parts a particular peccadillo of Mr Molloy?” asked Lady Hoxton,
standing up to kiss Edith on the cheek.
“He is building a
collection, indeed!” replied Edith, sitting next to Lady Hoxton, as she
indicated.
“A small collection!”
I added.
“Mr Mollloy, will you
ring the bell for me please?” asked Lady Hoxton. “Would you like some tea, Mrs Challenor. Edith nodded.
I caught her appraising Lady Hoxton’s toned body. I stood up and rang
the bell on the wall.
“I must say, Lady
Hoxton, that you have a from worthy of a skilled artist! I am impressed!” said Edith.
“Thank you Mrs
Challenor. Your compliment is appreciated. I do participate in a lot of
physical activity. I swim, ride and play
tennis, in France.”
“Do you spend most of
the year there?” asked Edith. Lady
Hoxton seemed to have no qualms engaging in chit-chat with Edith, as they
discussed her house, the climate in the South of France and the importance of
keeping out of the sun, despite only being dressed in her stockings. Sutton
appeared.
“Ah Sutton, will you
ask Madeleine to bring me a peignoir, as I do feel somewhat underdressed. Also
please send Ruby in here forthwith with some fresh tea and a cup for Mrs
Challenor! You will take lunch with us
also?” Edith nodded. Sutton bowed and
left. A few minutes later Ruby appeared
carrying a tray. She attended to our tea.
“Will that be all,
Milady?” she asked.
“No Ruby. Mr Molloy is a collector of female
pudenda. In more ways than one, I
suspect, but for now would you assent to him drawing yours, Ruby? It is well thought of I know!” Lady Hoxton
stood up as Madeleine arrived and dressed her, rather disappointingly, in an
ornate silk peignoir. The French girl withdrew.
“Draw me what,
milady?” asked Ruby, frowning.
“Your pudenda, dear!”
said Lady Hoxton. Ruby kept frowning. “Your pussy, Ruby. Mr Molloy enjoys drawing ladies’ parts!”
“Oh! Right!
Of course!” said Ruby. “Where do
you want me?”
“Just remove your
drawers, dear and sit on that chair with your feet on the seat so that you are
nicely displayed!”
“Not wearing any
drawers, Milady!” said Ruby, hiking up her skirt and sitting on the chair, her
magnificent ginger pussy displayed to excellent effect.
“Oh what a lovely
colour your intimate hair is, Ruby!” said Edith.
“I like it!” said
Ruby, stroking it, distractingly. “Would you like me to
frig meself, Mr Molloy, sir!” asked Ruby.
“An uninterrupted
view would be best!” I said, pulling out a piece of cream paper.
“Sans doigts!” said Lady Hoxton.
“You what, milady?”
asked Ruby.
“Without fingers,
dear!” I set to work, not at all surprised at such an opportunity. Ruby was grinning at me and my close study
from not much more than a yard away had me observing her patently aroused
state. In fact I could smell it upon
her. I sniffed.
“Did you just sniff,
Edmund?” laughed Edith. I blushed and pretended I had not heard. Young Ruby had
quite the most delicious parts I had ever seen.
They were as nice as Daisy’s but had the extra enticement of her ginger
curls. I finished at last.
“There! Thank you Ruby!” she hopped up to look over
my shoulder at my pencil drawing.
“Ooh you is clever!
Look at me. All glistening, you can tell!”
“I assume Mr Molloy
has immortalised you in such a way as well,” said Lady Hoxton to Edith.
“Indeed so. Very early on in our...arrangement,” answered
Edith.
“I have had an
artistic inspiration!” said Lady Hoxton, suddenly. “Mrs Challenor, I may assume
too much but would you be prepared to pose in such an intimate way? Before us all?”
“Of course! What fun, although Edward already has a picture
of me, as I said!”
“Nor for a drawing!”
said Lady Hoxton. “We will create a
piece of avant-garde work to shock my friends in France! Now we need to engage the services of that
photographer.”
“Smaile,” I said.
“Really? Snail?
A nickname, no doubt!” I did not bother to correct her. “We will ask him
to make some arousing pictures to give James a shock when he looks at them
later! You will join in of course, Mr
Molloy, as you are intimately familiar with us already!”
“Well, while any time
with you ladies would be lovely,” I said, actually worried about when Daisy
might emerge and now wishing I had ridden to Winchester too. “I am not sure about Smaile’s presence!”
“I have quite
decided! Ruby dear, do you feel brave
enough to enter that den of iniquity down the corridor and extract the
photographer, Snail?”
“Den of what,
Milady?”
“The Turkish
Salon. Where the ladies, for want of a
more accurate term, are no doubt desporting themselves, as if they were in a harem
painting by Gérôme.”
“They was all naked,
Milady!” Lady Hoxton raised an eyebrow.
“They were all naked, Milady. See I is learning!” added Ruby,
triumphantly. Lady Hoxton shook her
head.
“And what were they
up to, if it wouldn’t shock Mr Molloy, here?”
“They were making some concoction, so they
were, and sitting around with their legs apart! All very Turkish. apparently!”
“A concoction
indeed. They sound more like the witches
from Macbeth. Do we need to add
witchcraft to Caroline’s other vices, I wonder?”
“It is the reason I
left them earlier. The concoction was
not something I desired!” said Edith.
“Sensible, Mrs
Challenor. Sensible. There is a good chance that anything Caroline
gives you will have marijuana in it!”
“Oh, I had that! That was not a problem!” laughed Edith.
Within a few minutes,
Ruby had brought Smaile into the drawing room.
“Mr Snail! I am Lady Hoxton and I would have you bring
your photographic apparatus into this room and take some photographs for me!”
“It is nice and
bright!” said Smaile, looking over at the windows. “Where exactly were you thinking about
posing? I assume it is you that is
wanting to pose, Milady!”
“Indeed so and while
you are the expert, Mr Snail. I do have
an idea I wish to pursue!”
“Excellent!” said
Smaile looking her up and down and rubbing the thighs of his check
trousers. “If we can move this sofa more
into the light and remove that table I can put the camera here! I will fetch my assistant.” Smaile disappeared.
“Ruby you will remain here!” said Lady Hoxton.
“Please remove all your clothes!”
“Of course, Milady!”
said Ruby, removing her apron. By the time Smaile and Smithers had entered the
drawing room with the camera and its tripod Ruby was down to her stockings.
“Everything off,
dear. We are creating art not
titillation!” said Lady Hoxton. Ruby removed her stockings while Smithers
leered at her.
“I miss me mum!” said
Smithers.
“Really, how
unfortunate, although you should say ‘I miss my mum!’ Kindly remain quiet, young man!” said Lady Hoxton. Smithers sniffed and shuffled backwards.
Smaile then had him move the sofa after Lady Hoxton and Edith stood up. Lady Hoxton dropped her peignoir on the
sofa. Edith immediately did the
same with her dressing gown. “Ruby. You may remove my
stockings!”
“I was going to ask
what sort of pictures you were planning, Lady Hoxton but it appears clear!”
said Smaile.
“Mrs Challenor, Ruby,
sit next to me on the sofa. Feet on the
seat. Haunches touching. Do not be shy! We are creating art!”
“I am not shy!” said
Edith, winking at me.
“Now, Mr Snail. Is it possible for you to position your
photographiuc apparatus in such a way that you can capture our displayed feminine
parts in one image?” Not our faces. Just that area."
“Not with the
tripod,” said Smaile. “You are too low down.
Wait a minute!” Smaile started to remove the camera from the tripod and
then had Smithers clear a coffee table. He placed the camera on the table and
used some books to slightly raise it up.
In the meantime I did a quick sketch of the ladies posing in front of
the camera. Ruby, who was sat next to
Edith in the centre of the trio, wriggled.
“Keep still dear!”
said Lady Hoxton.
“I need a piddle,
Milady!” said Ruby.
“You will have to
hold it in, dear. As James is not
present there is no excuse for any micturation in public, unless Mr Molloy
would enjoy it!” I pretended not to hear
and hoped Edith wouldn’t say anything.
“I’m alright,
Milady!” said Ruby.
“Come and have a look, Ed!” said Smaile. I looked through the
camera and even though the image was upside down, and the wrong way round, the
sight was something to behold; three disembodied pussies on display.
“Gosh!” I said. "Splendid!"
“Hold very still,
ladies!” said Smaile and took the first photograph. “Another plate, Smithers!”
said Smaile. He took four images in total.
“All done ladies! All completely anonymous!”
“Excellent. Now some of myself alone, please! You may now include my face.”
“What a pleasure!”
said Smaile. Smaile snapped into
professional manner and photographed Lady Hoxton, posing very provocatively, on
the sofa. "Just lean forward a little, Milady! There that’s it! Lovely!”
Smithers kept handed him more plates and noted down and numbered every exposed
plate.
“Mrs Challenor?” said
Lady Hoxton.
“Oh yes, what fun!”
said Edith, going through a similar set of poses.
“Perfect!” said Smaile, taking a picture and
handing the plate to Smithers who replaced it with another one. They worked like a well oiled machine and
soon there was a stack of a over a dozen exposed plates on the coffee
table. Finally, Edith knelt on the seat
of the sofa, her bottom presented, her arsehole on display, as suggested by
Lady Hoxton.
“One for James!” laughed
Lady Hoxton “Excellent, Mr Snail! I
should have had you take my photograph the last time I was here. Now, James says that you take photyographs of
people in the act of coition, is that correct?”
“Do you mean...?”
began Smaile.
“Fucking, Mr Snail.”
“Er, yes, Milady...”
said Smaile.
“Excellent. I will remain on this sofa and Mr Molloy will
copulate with me and you will photograph us!”
“Really?” said
Smaile.
“Really?” I asked.
“Excellent!” said Edith.
“I do apologise, Mrs
Challenor but I am afraid that I have already had the benefit of Mr Molloy’s
splendid appendage this morning. A
record of it would be amusing!”
“Please do proceed!”
said Edith. “May I observe?”
“Of course! Rather the purpose of this weekend, I do think!
Now, Mr Snail, the following pictures will be a separate commission from me and
are not to be included in any images you supply for James. I will pay you fifty pounds and I rely on
your discretion. Yours too, Mrs
Challenor!”
“Of course, Lady
Hoxton!”
“Excellent!
Ruby please remove Mr Molloy’s clothes.
You may excite him as you see fit, so that he is in an appropriate state
for his pictures!” Ruby leapt at me with
alacrity and began to remove my clothes in something of a frenzy.
“Oh yes, Milady. I’ll soon have him up and about, so I will!”
she said, undoing my waistcoat buttons.
“I am not sure about
this! I said bravely. “Mr Smaile is a work colleague! It would be most inappropriate!”
“This is not a
request on my part, Mr Molloy.,” said Lady Hoxton. “You will comply with my
instructions. I am not sure how James
would react if I told him of our activities in the scullery. He does have something of a temper!”
“I see!” I said,
recognising blackmail when I saw it.
“It’s all
professional Ed,” said Smaile.
“Photographed hundreds of people doing it I have. Men with women, Girls with boys. Men with men.
Women with women. Men with
girls..”
“Alright, Smaile!” I
said.
“All just bodies to
me! All just technical exercises and compositional challenges! Yes indeedy! I won’t mention it to anyone. Bad for my reputation, that would be!”
“Even so!” I
said. Ruby was undoing the laces of my
shoes, having got me down to my shirtsleeves above the waist. Edith had put her dressing gown on again but had
left it undone at the front. She gently
stroked her belly as she watched Ruby disrobe me.
“Do feel free if you
wish to frig, Mrs Challenor. Although I
have no interest in tribadic activity I do enjoy witnessing sexual arousal in
anyone!” Edith cupped a breast.
“Now, of course you
can’t just go at it as you might usually, Milady!” said Smaile. “Even in this bright light you need to be
able to keep still. No movement. I’m not photographing you copulating I am
photographing you in the poses of
copulation. It is quite different!”
“I understand
perfectly, Mr Smaile,” said Lady Hoxton.
“The image is an artifice not a true record of a coupling!”
“What if someone
walks in on us?” I asked, as Ruby put her fingers inside the waist band of my
drawers.
“Then they are in for
a treat!” said Lady Hoxton. Ruby tugged
my drawers down to my ankles.
“Good God, Ed!” said
Smaile. “You are going to be an
excellent model. You could earn a lot of
money from some of my clients!”
“No comments,
Smaile!” I snapped at him.
“Shall I get to work,
milady!” said Ruby, who was kneeling in front of me. She looked up at me. eagerly, like a well
trained dog about to be given permission to attack a bone.
“Do proceed, dear!”
said Lady Hoxton, leaning back in the sofa and parting her thighs.
Despite my initial
discomfort about being naked in front of Smaile and Smithers, I swelled like a
fairground balloon within seconds of Ruby beginning her ministrations. I soon discoverd that her boasts as to her
oral ability were quite justified, as she set to work on me with her soft lips
and probing tongue.
“Such a lovely one!”
said Lady Hoxton.
“Christ, Ed!”
muttered Smaile. “Beg pardon, Milady!”
he added hastily. She nodded at him and
grinned.
“Like a donkey!” said
Smithers. I looked at him and he had a
worrying bulge in his trousers.
“Schlmp, schlurp!”
went Ruby, saliva dripping on to the Persian rug. She pulled off me. “How’s that, Milady? Sorry he's covered in my spit.”
“Perfect, dear! Quite perfect! Such a lovely curve! You have well lubricated him indeed, although looking at him I do not need such!” She stood up and removed her peignoir.
“Wriggle forward
slightly off the end of the sofa, your ladyship and you kneel between her legs, Ed and enter her!” instructed
Smaile. Smaile was a professional and
obviously an expert at this sort of photograph.
He briskly put us through a series of poses upon the sofa. I had, by now, lost all my inhibitions, even
at the rather passionless time of ten minutes past midday. Ruby sat on the chair watching us intently
and ‘oohed’ and ‘aaahed’ ever time I penetrated Lady Hoxton, who must have been
enjoying herself as her female parts were quite wet. Edith had her fingers in her parts. Smithers
continued to pass plates to Smaile as he took more and more photographs. As I sat on the sofa with my feet on the rug
and Lady Hoxton sat on my lap, astride me, I did wonder how many plates he had
brought with him.
“How many plates have
you brought with you?” I asked, as Lady Hoxton span around on my lap so she had
her back to me and her front to the camera.
Skillfully, she managed the manoeuvre
without me having to withdraw from her.
“Well over eight
hundred!” said Smaile. “Needed a lorry!”
“Goodness! It will take some time to develop and print
all those!” I said.
“That it will!” said
Smaile. “Smithers is going to be busy,
ain’t you Smithers? And that is the
last one, I think!” said Smaile. “You do all possess very attractive nether
regions, ladies. If you ever want to
supplement your income...!”
“Smaile!” I warned.
“How kind, Mr Snail! Right, Edmund. We will get dressed and have some lunch. I
hope you will join us, Mrs Challenor.
Ruby please tell cook to bring lunch for three and an extra bottle of Hock.
“Yes, Milady!” Ruby
curtsied. “Shouldn’t I finish Mr Molloy off, Milady. He looks awful stiff, so he does. Ballocks must be bursting!”
“I think not but Mr Smaile why don’t
you take a photograph of Ruby servicing Mr Molloy orally?” I was positioned siting on the sofa while Ruby
knelt to one side and took me into her mouth.
She looked up at me and gave me a cheeky wink.
Perfect!” said Smaile. “All done!"
Ruby pulled off me, kissed my knob and stood up.
“We are taking a
short break," said Lady Hoxton. “We will
renew our carnal activity after lunch, I think! Mr Molloy can simmer in the interim. You may get dressed Mr Molloy!”
“Right! Off to take some more photographs of the
Babylon ladies in the orangery!” said Smaile. “The string quartet should have arrived by now! One of 'em has a dog. Famous for me dog portraits I am! I’ll photograph them
naked playing their instruments. Always
like to see a naked girl with a cello between her legs! Come along Smithers!”
“Massive cock!” said
Smithers, looking at me.
“It certainly is!”
said Lady Hoxton. “I still feel quite liquid!”
We took a very light lunch of ham and cold boiled
potatoes with piccalilli, from trays in the rear drawing room, We shared two bottles of Hock and chatted
about the preparations for the expedition.
Lady Hoxton was intrigued as to how we were going to carry food for so
many weeks. I answered that I was
intrigued too.
“A caravan of
glistening naked negro bearers would do the job, no doubt!” said Lady Hoxton.
“I visited a dear friend who lives on the Congo. We travelled up river and arrived at a
village just as all the young men were bathing in the water. Such lovely ebony
cocks swinging as they moved. I had to buy one for the afternoon!”
“Very exotic!” I
said. “What were the girls like?”
“I don’t see women,
Mr Molloy. Not in that way!”
“Perhaps you should
try it. I’m sure...” I began.
“How do you know
whether I have not already tried it?” She looked at me over her glass and
raised her eyebrows.
“That is an arousing
thought!” I said. She patted my crotch.
“So it is!”
“You, I believe, Mrs Chasllenor, are that way inclined however,” said Lady Hoxton.
“Not exclusively,
Lady Hoxton. As an occasional
alternative,” smiled Edith.
“Did you find my body
arousing?”
“I did, your ladyship. I enjoyed everything about our activities before luncheon. Especially
the photographs. I am intrigued to see
how I look in them. In particular, our
triple portrait!”
“Yes, I will display
it in my house in France. I will call it
‘the irrelevance of class’. It depicts
an upper class, a middle class and a lower class woman and yet from observing their
parts it is impossible to tell who is who.
It will bait my friends who will accuse me of socialist sympathies!”
“May I have a copy as
well?” asked Edith. “I am minded to display
it in my bedroom and see if my husband notices it at all!”
“Don’t worry,
Edmund. You shall get a copy as well!”
said Lady Hoxton. “As well as a
selection of the others!”
“Thank you Lady
Hoxton!” I really might have to tell
Daisy about this, I realised.
After lunch, Sutton
appeared with a petite brown haired girl in a dark grey maid’s uniform. She was introduced as Sir Gerald and Lady
Crozier’s maid and she would be helping, as she usually did, with arrangements
for the weekend.
“What sort of
arrangements do you undertake, Violet?” I asked politely, as she helped Sutton
take away the decanters on the sideboard which, I assumed, Hoxton did not want
raided during the weekend.
“You really are a
greedy young man!” scolded Lady Hoxton.
“Mr Molloy is attempting to have every women in the house this weekend!”
“Really, your
ladyship?” asked Violet, looking at me with interest.
“I really am not!” I
said. “I have been most...”
“Willing to give
things a try, I rather think. From maids to dowagers!” I glanced at Sutton who looked at the
rug. Lady Hoxton spotted it immediately. “Not you too Sutton? I am astounded!”
“Please don’t tell
his lordship!” she said. “It was all me
not him!”
“I am amused,” said
Lady Hoxton. “Amused and surprised, not
critical in any way, Sutton. Mr Molloy
is a most enjoyable gentleman!”
I could feel Violet still
looking at me and made sure I stared at the rug.
“I will be helping
with the costunes, sir,” said Violet.
“As I have some skill as a
seamstress. Although people had fittings
some months ago they sometimes need altering on the day!”
“Now run along, Violet
dear. You can ask Sutton all about Mr
Molloy’s...accomplishments!”
Half an hour later
Lady Hoxton, Edith and I were naked in the principal guest room, where Lady
Hoxton was staying. I must have looked
uncomfortable, looking at the bed, as she pulled the covers off.
"Do not worry, Edmund. the sheets are clean. James took me on the floor, not in the bed, this morning!"
Edith and Lady Hoxton lay on their backs with
their legs apart while I darted from one pussy to another like a humming bird,
licking their juicy parts. The scenario had been Lady Hoxton’s and I was
thoroughly enjoying the contrasting taste of the two musky quims. Lady Hoxton, despite
her repudiation of Sapphic pleasure, had her arm around Edith and was
commenting positively on Mrs Challenor’s bosom. Edith, during those intervals
when I was gamahuching Lady Hoxton, gently frigged herself and watched me perform upon Lady Hoxton.
“I do confess, Edith,”
said Lady Hoxton (she had begun to use Edith’s Christian name since we had gone
upstairs) “that being gamahuched is the only way that I can habitually reach
climax these days.”
“It is a pleasure
indeed,” said Edith, as I transferred my increasingly fatigued tongue to her
parts. “As I once said to young Edmund, the
act of copulation is like banging a drum but the act of gamahuche is like
playing the violin”.
“Ah! Very well put indeed! Even our brief time today has made me realise
that you may be something of a soulmate, Edith.
When your husband is chasing dinosaurs with Edmund you must come and
stay with me in France. Perhaps next month?”
“I would be..
Ah! Edmund!... delighted, Lady Hoxton.”
While I was gamahuching Edith I slipped two fingers of my right hand into Lady Hoxton’s
cunt and stroked her bud with my thumb.
“Some say that the
act of gamahuching is best done by another woman, although that has not been my
experience!” said Lady Hoxton.
“We really need to
introduce you properly to the tongue of our dear friend Daisy!” said Edith.
“Perhaps this
weekend, above all others, is one for another experiment. Oh!” I had resumed my oral assault on Lady
Hoxton’s parts. This particular form of sexual activity I had not even
contemplated until I had met Edith Challenor.
My fellow rugby players had often discussed receiving what Ruby had
called ‘oral relief’ from whores or, in one or two cases, from particularly
forward wives but I had no notion that there was a female equivalent. I soon got used to the strong taste, musky
smell and started to appreciate the variation in both taste and the different
appearance of each woman’s parts. “Oh!
Oh! Yes!” gasped Lady Hoxton. I kissed her parts, gently. Personally, I
find it very satisfying to bring a lady to her climax with my mouth; it really
is the most intimate of acts.
“That was most
enjoyable, Lady Hoxton!” I said.
“Indeed so. I admit to being all of a-quiver! Well done, Edmund” she replied. “Gosh! Really rather a splendid one! Now you must finish off Edith!” I did so and she only took around a minute of
concentrated effort, which was just as well as the root of my tongue was now starting
to ache with the effort. The two ladies moved across on the bed so that I could
lie between them. We were all gently
perspiring, as there was a fire in the room but the sun was streaming through the
windows as well. Edith was stroking my
manhood and Lady Hoxton was tickling my balls.
“Perhspa we should
help Edmund...” began Edith.
“I was thinking the
same thing. The poor boy! Edith would you like to do the homours or
should I arrange an alternative?”
“An alternative
sounds intriguing!” said Edith, to my disappointment. This disappointment would not last long.
Lady Hoxton stood up
and rang the bell to summon one of the staff. I did not feel the need to cover myself as I
was expecting either Ruby, Madeleine or Sutton to appear; all of whom had seen
me naked. I was shocked, therefore, when
another young lady, dressed in a butler’s tailcoat and striped trousers, entered
the room. I could not cover myself with
the sheet as Lady Hoxton had pulled off all the bedclothes. The new lady was a slim blonde with a long
pigtail that reached to her tailbone.
She had pale blue eyes and a sweet rosebud mouth.
“Ah, Anderson! How nice to see you again!” said Lady Hoxton.
“May I introduce Mrs George Challenor, wife of the esteemed naturalist and paleontologist and Mr
Edmund Molloy, the journalist and dinosaur hunter!” I climbed out of bed, after Edith had stood
as well, feeling even more naked than when I had been lying down.
“Delighted to meet
you, Anderson!” I said. She showed not
one whit of surprise at my naked state.
“Mr Molloy will not
shake hands Anderson, even though he is a very polite young Irishman, on
account of his hand being covered in my feminine juices!”
“Of course not,
Milady. I gather he is particularly good at inducing the production of
those! It is a pleasure to meet you sir
and a delight to see you again, Mrs Challenor.”
“Anderson has been
looking after us in the Turkish Salon,” explained Edith, "but we weren't properly introduced, earlier." Lady Hoxton tutted.
“Anderson is the
under butler, Edmund, with particular responsibility for wine, something about
which, despite her other estimable qualities, Sutton knows little about, being
teetotal due to an unfortunate amount of Scottish Presbyterian blood,” said Lady
Hoxton.
“I have just returned
from London with the extra Champagne, Milady. It is being put in the ice house
and will all be well chilled for tonight.”
“Excellent! I think we might take a glass or two now!”
said Lady Hoxton, picking up her peignoir.
Anderson helped her on with it. Edith put
her dressing gown on too. I remained naked.
“Of course Lady
Hoxton. Do you require anything else at
this stage!”
“I do indeed,
Anderson!” She stepped close to her and
whispered in her ear. Anderson smiled
and looked at me. Oh no! What now?
A few minutes later there
was a knock on the door and Lady Hoxton, although she insisted I call her Molly
it did not sit very well with me, asked the person to come in. This time Anderson was accompanied by Ruby,
as Lady Hoxton had obviously requested. Anderson opened the Champagne and
poured a glass for Lady Hoxton, Edith and myself. She departed leaving Ruby standing there, her
hands clasped neatly in front of her white apron.
“Ruby my dear,” began
Lady Hoxton.
“Yes, Milady.”
“Lord Hoxton’s
birthday evening is almost upon us. Within four or five hours the house will be
full of copulating men and women!”
“Yes, Milady. I can’t wait Milady!” said Ruby, giving a
little wriggle.
“Now, I know that
James whores you out to his guests sometimes, which is, basically
disgraceful...”
“I enjoys it Milady,”
answered Ruby. “It’s only with his
special friends, like Sir Gerald and Lord Ventnor. I like them. Lord Ventnor has lovely big ballocks, Milady! I like milking them, so I do.” Oh no, I thought, I kept forgetting Lord
Ventnor would be there. I really did not
want to see his big ballocks or the rest of him naked. Hoxton, Britten and Sir Gerald were at least
all slim and fit, although I had noticed that Britten was developing something
of a paunch of late. He had admitted to
increasingly taking dinner at the Reform and then having supper ‘afterwards’ at
the Babylon Exploration Society.
“Well then young
Ruby, I am looking for something arousing to watch and as in the scullery earlier
I interrupted you and Mr Molloy’s imminent...how should I put it?"
“It wasn’t imminent,
Milady, Mr Molloy was already half up me!”
“Oh dear, so I really
did catch you in flagrante, Well, I
was wondering if you might like to resume where you left off, for our
entertainment and Mr Molloy’s relief.”
Ruby was already undoing her apron before Lady Hoxton had finished speaking.
.
“Let me at him,
Milady! Get ready to be ravished, Mr
Molloy, sir!” I don’t think I have ever
seen a person remove their clothes as fast as Ruby did that afternoon. Even faster than Britten that morning. “On
your back sir!” she said as I sat on the bed.
“That’s it Ruby, let
the men know what you want!” said Edith, who was sitting on her haunches at one
side of the ornate canopied bed.
“Hear, hear!” said
Lady Hoxton who had sat herself cross legged on the other side of the bed.
“Oh I know just what
I want, so I do!” said Ruby, pulling her chemise off to reveal her perky, pale
pink-tipped teats and that ginger moss. “Sod it, I’ll leave me stockings on!”
she said, after fiddling with her garter. “Beg pardon for language, Milady!”
“Frank language is
allowable, Ruby!” said Lady Hoxton. “There is a time and place to behave
improperly and if not this weekend then when?”
Ruby jumped onto the
bed, her Champagne coupe breasts bouncing appealingly and pushed my thighs
apart. Watching her disrobe had already
got me almost at full capacity and her hand soon had me all the way. “Lovely cock!” she said before bending down
and licking my length and then around the base of my knob. “Do you want to join
in, Milady?” she asked offering my erection to Lady Hoxton. “Big enough to share!”
“No thank you,
Ruby. This is all for you!”
“Thank you kindly, Milady!”
she said, putting her mouth over my knob and starting to tickle me with her
tongue. Ruby gamahuched me particularly
wetly, thick gobs of salive pouring from her mouth and soaking my cock and ballocks. She pushed my manhood back against my belly
and slurped over my ballocks, sucking them both into her mouth. I felt her forearms sliding under my thighs
and pushing my legs up. I gave in to the
pressure and pulled my knees back towards my shoulders. I felt very exposed. “Lovely
big ballocks, so they are!" said Ruby. “Just relax!” Shockingly, Ruby then began to lick my arsehole while pumping my
cock. She
stiffened her tongue and pushed at my sphincter. I did relax and even pushed back
experimentally and felt the tip of her tongue slide inside my anal entrance a
little.
“You dirty, dirty
girl, Ruby!” said Lady Hoxton. “Well
done!” To my surprise Lady Hoxton leant
forward and kissed me on the lips. Her
tongue slid into my mouth in a way that we had not really kissed before. I slipped my hand inside her peignoir and
fondled her bubbies. Then I gasped! Ruby had slid her finger up my arsehole as
she resumed slurping on my knob. In and out, went her slim finger and then she
was feeling for a particular part of my insides with her fingertip.
“My God, Ruby!” I
said as I experienced a completely unexpectedly enjoyable sensation from inside
my rectum. I was on the edge of spending
when she pulled off me and extracted her finger. She looked at me and licked it lasciviously.
She clambered up me and settled over my hips, kneeling astride them. Edith
reached across and held my manhood upright so Ruby could settle down on
me. Lady Hoxton turned her head to watch,
as I did, Ruby settle down over my manhood.
“Bugger me!” said
Ruby. “Beg, pardon, Milady!”
“An understandable
reaction!” laughed Lady Hoxton.
“Ooh, Mr Molloy!”
said Ruby, as she started to bounce up and down on me, her small breasts
bobbing. I looked down and saw myself
sliding in and out of that ginger thatch, her slim, ivory, upper thighs
contrasting with her black stockings. White cream was running down my cock in
rivulets. I grabbed her shoulders and rolled her over onto her back, filled
with a desire to penetrate her as deeply as I could. “Oooh!” she squealed, as I pushed her legs
back as she had done with me. She put
her legs over my shoulders as I drove into her as hard and as fast as I could.
“That’s it Edmund!”
said Lady Hoxton, stroking my behind as I plunged between Ruby’s slim legs. “Ravish her!”
“Ohhhh! Fucking Christ!”
said Ruby, coming, I thought, but I just kept pounding her. No thought of Daisy, Edith, or even Lady
Hoxton in my mind. My whole being just
concentrating on this lovely, hot, juicy cunt, those gripping thighs, those
pale nipples and that sweet, freckled face.
Ruby was grinning at me and I was dripping sweat on her face as I
started to lose control, gripping her tiny wrists and thrusting with all my
might and main. I just had sense to pull out before it was too late and came
and came and came on her belly. I collapsed on top of her, feeling my emissions
on my own stomach as I gradually lost my stiffness.
“Well done
Edmund! Entertaining performance Ruby!”
said Lady Hoxton. I looked sideways at
Edith who was furiously frigging.
“Oh God!”she sighed.
I lay on my back to
recover myself and Ruby settled on top of me.
Lady Hoxton and Edith cuddled up to me on either side.
“What a lucky boy you
are, Edmund Molloy!” said Edith.
“I don’t deserve such
beauty and passion,” I said.
“You perhaps don’t,”
said Lady Hoxton, "but your penis certainly does! Now let us get cleaned up and
have some tea downstairs. We need to
change into our costumes!”
At that point the
bedroom door opened and Hoxton strode in, still in his riding clothes.
“Molloy! Have you just been
rogering my first love, you cheeky bugger?” he asked.
“In fact he hasn’t,”
Lady Hoxton said. “He has been rogering
Ruby, or rather more accurately Ruby has been rogering him, while we watched
them!”
“Splendid! Lovely girl, Ruby is!” Ruby had lumped out of bed as soon as Hoxton
appeared and stood with her hands crossed in front of her ginger
pussy. A small trail of liquid was
dribbling down her thigh.
“You smell of
horse," said Lady Hoxton after he leant down to give her a kiss, "and while Caroline might
appreciate being done by a stallion I do not!”
“That was only the
once and then just to win a two thousand guinea bet,” said Hoxton. My mind reeled at this latest revelation.
“Why don’t you run
along and get one of your whores to wash you down!” said Lady Hoxton.
“Top hole idea! The string quartet has arrived. They could do the job quickly! Well done
Molly!” said Hoxton. “Glad you’re having
fun Molloy! Splendid as ever, Edith. Lovely arse, Ruby!” he said, swatting her naked
behind as he left the room. She jumped and squeaked like a mouse.
