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.
'Now, sir,' Emily said in a stern voice. 'You have admitted to being naughty. You will confess your fault, and then I shall decide how severe your punishment will be. What have you done, sir? The truth now!' She flourished the rod, which made a fierce swishing sound.
The other men looked to one another, grinning and nodding.
'I caught my cousin Eloise and her maid, Tansy, fondling each other's titties, licking each other's cunnies, and frigging each other. I threatened to tell on them if Eloise did not suck me to a stand, and then let me fuck her maid, but when the maid came too quickly, I buggered Eloise until I finally came. She is very angry at me.'
'Did you request her permission to ass fuck her, William?' Emily said seriously.
'No,' he said in a petulant tone. 'I was far too angry at her wench for coming before I did. Eloise was lying on the bed. She laughed at me, so I rolled her over and just did it to her.' He chuckled wickedly. 'She squealed like a little piglet when my come filled her up.'
'Well,' Emily remarked, 'you have certainly been a very, very naughty fellow. One does not ass-fuck a lady without her permission. Had it been the servant that would have been a different matter. After all, it was the maid who was at fault, not her mistress. You will have ten strokes of the rod, and then I shall decide if that is enough.' Emily said, bringing the birch down on his plump buttocks. He yelped, his body jerking as much as it could as she continued on. When ten red stripes had bloomed upon his pale flesh, Emily asked Savannah, 'Is he ready, Pol? Or must he have more?'
The other men looked to Savannah, who had seated herself before Sir William's penis, and watched as it began to rise with each stroke of the rod.
'I think he must have five more strokes, Molly, and I think it will help him if I can lick those big, hairy balls of his. Too much of the rod and he will falter entirely.'
Emily began to slowly administer the final five strokes while Savannah attended to Sir William's balls with a wicked tongue. When the last blow had fallen and his friends rushed to undo Sir William, Savannah remained, licking him. But once freed, Sir William pushed Emily to the floor, fell upon her, and began fucking her vigorously. She wrapped her legs about his thick torso and enjoyed every minute of his attentions.
'Champagne!' Savannah sang out quickly, when Emily and Sir William moaned with their orgasms. 'We must have more champagne! Then Emily and I must bathe before we continue on, good sirs. We still have much of the night ahead of us, and my cousin and I have not yet been fucked by all of you. I cannot count the night a success until that has happened.'
'Oh, we shall all enjoy your bountiful charms, my pets,' St. Albans promised.
He was, Emily observed, the leader of the group. He stood naked and quite at ease among his friends. He might very well have been at his club. 'Is he going to be your next hero?' she murmured to Savannah who was now pouring the gentlemen their champagne. 'He's very handsome and most commanding, I think.'
'No, not this St. Albans,' Savannah replied. 'I'm planning on using an ancestor of his in my next book. It'll be a Renaissance setting. Henry the Eighth or Elizabeth. I haven't decided yet. St. Albans is a marquess's heir. I'm going to write about the ancestor who first got the earldom. The other title didn't come until Charles the Second.'
Seeing that everyone now had a glass of fresh champagne, Emily lifted her own glass. 'Drink up, good sirs! Polly and I don't want you to flag before the night is over.'
The gentlemen laughed and raised their glasses, toasting Polly and Molly, the two finest whores in England.
'Can't speak for the rest of the world because I ain't never been nowhere,' the Honorable John Stevenson declared as he drained his glass.
The two women insisted on bathing alone, for they knew that if they allowed the men to join them, all would be lost. Savannah was very particular where cleanliness was concerned, especially after such a round of sexual activity. Emily agreed. Hot water had been brought into the bath next to the big room, and they washed themselves thoroughly. Then, calling the gentlemen to them one by one, they bathed their private parts. They had no sooner finished the ablutions when a knock sounded upon the door, and it opened to reveal two footmen and two little maidservants.
The young men were dressed in tight breeches of dark black satin, and cream-colored vests that were embroidered with a floral design. They wore no shirts, and their arms were bare, their chests visible. Their penises hung out of their breeches, and the rear of the pants had circular cutouts revealing their tight bare buttocks. One of
