Baron Everhard licked his lips slowly, and then said, "I want to see you two girls standing facing each other and rubbing your titties together."
Each girl cupped her breasts in her two hands, and then, moving to face each other, began to rub their nipples against one another. Emily's nipples puckered again, and the men chuckled. She blushed, but Savannah just grinned mischievously at her and, leaning down, kissed Emily's right nipple.
"Move closer to each other, girls, put your arms around each other, and rub your pussies against each other," St. Albans told them.
The men watched, two of them growing visibly excited by the little scene before them. Savannah leaned forward and kissed Emily's lips. Her fingers lost themselves in her companion's pubic curls, and Emily's eyes widened in surprise.
"Let's have a girl fuck," one of the men suggested. "It's always a good way to begin a long evening of fucking, frigging, and sucking."
"Capital idea, Johnnie!" another enthused.
"Wait!" St. Albans said, his eyes glittering with his lust. "Why should we waste time watching the ladies when we could be fucking them ourselves? On your back, my adorable Miss Molly."
"Oh, sir, I am hardly ready for that fine man cock of yours," Emily murmured, eyes wide, a single finger in her mouth, making her appear quite innocent.
"Then you shall have Master Dildo and a little bottom birching to warm you up for me, my darling," St. Albans told her. "Gentlemen, if you two would take Mol's legs and bring them up and back so I may have perfect access to her cunny."
"She'll need to be prepared for the dildo," Sir William said. "Let me!" And, straddling the daybed, he leaned forward, and, drawing Emily's nether lips apart, he began to lick the pinkish flesh with a very skilled tongue.
Emily gasped with surprise, for she was being aroused by this strange man, and she wondered if that was right. But the tongue caressing her was most adept, and when he nibbled on her clitoris she could not restrain her squeal of pleasure.
Sir William got up, laughing, and removed himself from between Emily's legs. "Now, St. Albans, give her a bit of the birch, and she will be quite ready for you."
Emily yelped as St. Albans brought the birch rod against her plump buttocks once, twice, and a third time. Then, taking the dildo, he carefully inserted it into Emily's vagina, whipped her three more strokes of the rod, and then began to move the dildo back and forth, slowly at first, and then with increasing rapidity.
Savannah lay down by her friend's side and murmured into her ear, "Pretend to come or he'll be at it all night. Just close your eyes and moan. Thrash your head too."
Emily closed her eyes. The leather dildo was more irritating than exciting. "Oh! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!" Her strawberry-blond head rolled from side to side. "Ohhhhhhhh!" She stiffened her body and made herself shudder. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
St. Albans pulled the dildo from Emily's cunt. The bulge in his trousers was enormous. "Give Pol a good treat, boys, while I reward our Miss Molly with what she really desires," he said, unbuttoning his trousers to release his penis which, to Emily's eyes seemed even bigger than the nine-inch leather dildo. "Now, darling," he said, slipping between her thighs, "you have been such a good girl I'm going to let you have a taste of the real thing." He kissed her lips, his auburn mustache tickling her.
"Oh, sir, you are so very big," Emily said.
He chuckled indulgently, pleased by her observation. "Let's see how well you can take a ten-and-a-half-inch cock." He began to push into her.
Emily wrapped her legs about his torso, and he grunted his approval. He was indeed very big, but to her surprise-or was it delight?-she took him in easily, purring in his ear with pleasure as he began to fuck her lustily. His enthusiastic movements were arousing her, and without another thought she let herself enjoy the pleasure he was giving her, and that she was obviously giving him. She began to whisper in his ear, "Oh, sir, you are a bull, and I your little heifer. Oh, sir, I can feel your big balls slapping against my bottom. What a lover you are, sir! Yes! Yes! Oh, yesssssss!" She nipped at his ear and then, sticking her tongue into it, pushed it back and forth in time with his movements.
St. Albans groaned with delight. The evening had only begun, and it was, he decided, a great success. Miss Molly and Pretty Polly were the finest whores he had ever encountered, and there was going to be so much more to come. His thrusts became more intense, and then as he felt her coming he loosed his juices into her with a yell.
Across the room Savannah was lying upon a chaise while Lord Bowen fucked her enthusiastically and she sucked strongly upon the Honorable Frederick Sinclair's big cock. Baron Ever-hard had his penis in Bertie's asshole, fucking him in time with Bertie's thrusts into her own pussy. The evening had begun quite well, Savannah observed. She watched as Sir William went over to where St. Albans lay with Emily.
"Let someone else have a go, St. Albans," he said.
"She needs a restorative, Willie," St. Albans said. "Mol is a wonderful fuck, but I can see she wants some champagne."
"Very well," Sir William agreed. "I'll get it for her."
Emily did not know until afterward, but the champagne was well laced by Madame Rose with aphrodisiacs to keep the desires of her whores and their patrons up for several hours at a time. The longer a patron spent with one of her girls, the more money she collected. Of course, in the case of certain girls, like Molly and Polly, they were sold for an entire night's entertainment, which included a midnight supper of champagne, raw oysters, and chocolate truffles; and a breakfast of eggs, country ham, kippers, toast, butter, jam, and tea.
Sir William handed Emily a glass of champagne. "Drink it down, my pet," he said. "After all I have seen so far this evening, I am more than ready to fuck you."
"Oh, sir." Emily giggled. "You are very naughty, but I will do my best to please you, I promise." She gave him a mischievous smile.
"If I am naughty," Sir William said, "then you must birch me, my pet, and I shall be even naughtier for you. Would you like to whip my bottom, Miss Molly?"
Emily was amazed by her reaction to this suggestion, and her own behavior as well. She put a thumb in her mouth and, sucking upon it, looked coyly at him from beneath her lashes. "Can I whip you hard?" she halflisped at him.
His amber eyes glittered with anticipation. "As hard as you can, my pet. After all, bad boys need to be well birched if they are to perform well."
Now Savannah joined in the play. "He must be stripped naked," she said. "All of you must strip naked. Clothing inhibits one from fully joining in our little games."
Obediently the men took off their garments, and as they did the two young women folded the clothes and put them in a large mahogany cupboard on one side of the room. Then, going to the big basket of toys on the marble table with the round brass feet, Savannah took out a black leather collar decorated with brass studs from which hung a short brass chain. Wordlessly she handed the collar to Sir William. He looked at her questioningly.
"Put it on at once!" Emily said in a hard voice, falling right into the spirit of the game. "You will regret any further disobedience, Willie. Polly, choose a birch for me. One as thick as Willie's own index finger."
Gathered about them, the other men in the room grinned at one another.
"You should have the punishment bar, girls," Baron Ever-hard suggested. "Shall I fetch it for you now?"
"Ahh, the baron seeks to curry favor with you, Molly," Savannah said with an arch smile. "You will have to reward him for his good behavior."
"Oh, I shall," Emily promised with a little smile. "Yes, James, fetch the punishment bar from the cupboard like a good boy."
Grinning, Baron James Everhard walked across the room, opened the cabinet, and pulled out the required item. He drew the device across into the center of the chamber and, bending, locked the wheels so it would remain steady. An adjustable bar covered with lambs wool that was covered with silk rested between two narrow pilasters. Savannah led Sir William to the bar by his leash, which was then removed. He was bent forward, and the bar fitted to a height that would allow the lordling's bottom to be well displayed for his whipping. His arms were drawn out on either side of him and shackled so he could not flee. His legs were spread wide and shackled as well. He was quite helpless and ready to be punished. Savannah handed Emily the birch rod.