The Pleasure Room (3 page)

I lifted my arms and grabbed the pillow while Alan rubbed his cock, obviously trying to get hard again. I came just seeing his hand moving over his member. Simon pounded into me, making me come yet again and then his hot seed was within me. Alan nudged him away, pushing his cock deep inside me. It was more than a woman could ever expect. Two men servicing and pleasuring her.

I was totally relaxed now. So happy I’d opted to try out the pleasure room. I bit my lip, and my pussy throbbed as Alan pushed his cock deeper and harder within my channel. I wondered who these two men were and if they would select me should I decide to pay a second visit.

Crying out, I came, not once but twice in quick succession. The last one had taken my breath away, causing me to cough. Alan’s cum filled me and then he pulled out and the two men lay on either side of me, also breathing heavily. They didn’t say anything, but simply climbed off the bed, got dressed and left the room.

I sat up, grimacing when I realized how sore my pussy was. Out of practice, I told myself as I slid off the bed and put my clothes on. I assumed the protocol was to just simply leave after one had been pleasured. I pulled the drapes slightly away from the window and saw my carriage and driver sitting out front. Two hours had passed without me realizing it.

I rushed out of the room and down the stairs. The girl who’d shown me into the house sat on a chair.

“My cloak, please,” I said.

She nodded and went back to an alcove and retrieved it. I swung it around my shoulders.

“I hope the club met your every need,” she said.

It had and more.

“Yes, absolutely.”

“Then we can expect to see you again?”

There was no doubt that once I was in need of sex again, or lingered for Anthony, I would return.

“Yes, yes, I will.”

I hurried to the door, almost forgetting to take off my mask as I went through it. I slipped it under my cloak and then approached the carriage.

Nigel, my driver, jumped down upon seeing me and opened the door. “I hope my lady had a wonderful evening.”

“In fact, I did. One of the best I have had in a long time.”

I got into the carriage, and soon we were heading to the house. I rested my head on the side wall, suddenly feeling sated and sleepy, almost like I had when my husband had been alive.

Chapter Three

I woke up to sunlight spilling over my bed. I had clearly slept later than usual. I sat up, grimacing again when my pussy ached. In a good way, I should say. I was still in a playful mood and slipped my hand under the sheets and pulled up my nightgown. I ran my fingers over my mound and downward toward my quim. It was still hot and wet. I pushed a finger inside my pussy, feeling its tightness. I remembered Alan and Simon fucking me.

A knock on my door startled me, causing me to immediately pull my finger out like a child being caught red-handed stealing something.

“Yes,” I called out.

“Mr. Anthony is here to visit you.”

I felt myself blush as if it had been he who had caught me pleasuring myself.

“Tell him that I will be with him shortly,” I said while getting out of bed. “Offer him tea and even some breakfast if he has not yet eaten.”

“Yes, my lady.”

I quickly took off my nightgown and rushed to my wardrobe. I fluffed up my hair and pinched my cheeks, thinking I would wear my light blue dress and keep my hair loose around my shoulders as I did not want to summon one of the servants to help me tie it up.

I secured my dress and headed outside into the hallway. I made my way down the stairs. Anthony’s voice came from the sitting room. I headed toward it. I arrived as one of the servants handed him a cup of tea.

“Ah, there you are. And may I say you have a certain glow about you today. I take it you have fully recovered from your headache.”

“I have.”

He walked over to me, lifted my hand and kissed the back of it.

“Shall we sit in the sunroom?” I asked.

“Let’s, as it’s a beautiful day. I can enjoy my tea in its warmth.”

We headed through to the sunroom and I sat. My pussy was sore and I must have grimaced.

“Anything wrong? I mean, I saw you pull a face as you sat.”

“It’s nothing. My leg was a little sore this morning. I must have slept awkwardly upon it.”

“Is it something that perhaps requires a doctor?”

I almost laughed out loud. The thought of a doctor checking out my pussy and declaring it overused, and therefore in need of rest.

“No, it will be fine.”

“I hope we are still planning on the masked ball for next Saturday,” said Anthony.

I took a sip of tea before I spoke. “Yes, of course. I’m looking forward to it.”

I wouldn’t be able to look at my mask in quite the same way after last night. Every time I saw it I would think of the house in Bayswater, the room. The men and the pleasure they had brought to my body.

“And your aunt in Bayswater?”

I almost choked on my tea when Anthony spoke.

“Are you still planning to pay her a visit?”

“She is away in the country. Derbyshire, I believe.”

Anthony nodded. I hated lying to him so much, but I could not let him know about my adventures.

“Perhaps we can take a ride in the countryside on the weekend.”

“That would be lovely, and I’ll have a picnic prepared.”

“I like the sound of that. I must be on my way. I have more preparations to deal with for the ball.”

He stood, as did I, and I walked with him to the door. Last night had not taken the edge off my lust for my brother-in-law. I thought having sex again would do just that, but if anything today when I looked at him I wanted him more.

Once again Anthony lifted my hand to his mouth and placed upon it a featherlike kiss that tickled and delighted me.

“Until Saturday, when I shall be calling at noon to collect you for our drive and picnic.”

“I shall be ready and waiting.”

* * * *

The following day, I paced up and down in the sunroom. The night in Bayswater had not done anything to squash my libido, if anything it had increased it. I lifted my pearls and swung them back and forth. I would have to return to the club and hopefully be picked again for an evening in the pleasure room.

This time I wore a black dress with red flowers upon it. The mask was secured once again under my cloak as I exited the carriage. I’d given the driver the same instructions as before and asked him to call back in a few hours. I knocked on the door and the same young woman answered it.

“Good to see you back again,” she said, letting me inside. She took my cloak and handed me my number. This time I was twenty-two. “You probably know your own way to the main room.”

I nodded and headed to the left. I opened the door and stepped inside. The place was more crowded than it had been two nights ago. I wandered over to the table housing the punch bowl. I poured myself some and brought the cup to my lips. I wondered if Simon and Alan were there again tonight. I did not recognize their masks, but I did feel someone watching me from the other side of the room.

I was preparing to mingle when a man’s voice called out twenty-two before he headed toward me. He was tall, and was the person who’d been watching me while I drank.

He held out his hand. I placed mine upon it and he led me outside. We stopped at the desk.

“Any chance of room seven? I’m in the mood for some riding,” he said to the woman.

She handed the key to him. Now I was intrigued by what he’d just said. I went ahead of him, and once up the stairs, he turned to the left and we soon arrived at room seven. He took the ribbon from the doorknob, and we stepped inside. The room was smaller than the other one I’d been in. Another fire burned in the hearth. A riding crop sat on the chair by the bed.

“Are you ready?”

I wasn’t quite sure what he had planned, but there was no turning back. He signaled for me to turn my back to him. He secured the blindfold around my eyes, and within seconds, stood behind me, kissing the nape of my neck and fondling my breasts through my dress.

His hands slipped down the front of my bodice, sliding over my nipples and making them hard and achy. I groaned, and he kissed my neck some more before unbuttoning my bodice.

He spun me around and then finished taking off my dress. He took hold of my hands and ran them down the front of his pants. His erection strained against the material. He held my hand upon his crotch as he removed my undergarments, pulling them away from my body as if time were quickly running out.

He moved away and then I felt him pull my leggings away from my skin. My body was once again naked and free. I knew it was insane to imagine such a thing, but he touched me in so many places in such short a time it felt as if he had more than one set of hands.

Pulling on my nipples, he ran his tongue over my lower lip, then nothing. I heard a floorboard squeak and then something touched my belly. It was hard and made of leather perhaps. He ran it over my navel and then onto my mound.

“Are you ready for our play time to begin?”

“I am.”

“Then open your legs for me.”

I moved my left foot until my legs were parted. Whatever the object was, he ran it over my clit several times, making me groan. He circled my pussy with it. Slowly, almost agonizingly slow. He brought it up to my clit again and tapped it, making the nub come to life. I wanted to hold on to something, because my legs shook and tingled.

He moved it faster, harder, biting into my nub. I threw my head back, wanting more. I grabbed whatever it was he used, but soon realized it was a riding crop. I held it, sliding my clit and pussy opening back and forth, back and forth. He laughed louder with each of my flicks across the crop. And, dear god, I climaxed, and it was the most beautiful release I’d ever experienced.

He took me into his arms and walked me over to the bed. He pushed my hands down upon it until my ass stuck up high into the air. He slapped my bottom several times, making my juices flow more. Moisture gathered on my thighs, and I flexed my toes as he spanked me again.

He ran the crop between my crack, letting the tip bite into my pussy opening. I rode it. It ran the length of my folds from my anus to my clit. How could something as simple as this be so good for my body? I flung my head up, chin in the air as my orgasm swept through me.

“My name is Jon, now sit on the bed and wait for me to uncover your eyes.”

I turned around, feeling the edge of the bed, and sat. Judging by the noises I heard, Jon undressed. Minutes later, the blindfold fell onto my lap. I looked up. He was indeed naked. He walked toward me. His body was toned and muscular, but all I could focus on was the huge cock that was hard and sitting upon his belly.

I reached out and rubbed my hand along its length. He pushed my legs apart, took his member in his hands and pushed it into my pussy. I pivoted on the end of the bed as he thrust so hard it almost sent the mask slipping down my face.

“You have such a delightful pussy,” he said, pushing deeper and higher. “A man could get lost inside it.” His thighs smacked against my inner ones as I wrapped my legs around him.

I pushed forward, and his cock rocked against the back of my pussy. I closed my eyes, enjoying every second of the ride. He gripped my shoulders, and I bounced my ass up and down as we rode together. My orgasm washed over me faster than I would have liked. I gripped his back, digging my nails into his skin, and within minutes, his hot seed filled me. He pulled out, and I rested back onto the bed.

“I am afraid, my dear girl, one erection and fuck is all I am able to manage these days.”

I wasn’t disappointed in anyway, because I would be back again soon.

He put his clothes on. “Perhaps we will meet up again in the future.”

“Good evening to you, sir.”

He nodded and then left.

I stretched out my legs and slid off the bed. I felt exhilarated today. My body was relaxed, and my pussy content. I dressed and went downstairs to retrieve my cloak. As I headed for the door, I took off my mask and slipped it under my outer garment. This was beginning to be a habit I might find hard to stop.

Chapter Four

When I went downstairs the next morning I learned that Anthony had stopped by to visit with me the night before. My first reaction was one of panic. How would I explain my absence? Where would I say I had traveled to? I was a grown woman, a widow, but he had done his utmost to look after me and my needs since his brother’s passing, so deceiving him in any way made me guilt-ridden. However, he was a man and my brother-in-law, and I could never tell him about my physical needs and how I had found a cure for what ails me in Bayswater.

The additional news that he would drop by in the early afternoon filled me with terror. I had but a few hours to decide what story I would use. I paced up and down. I had already told him my make believe aunt, who supposedly lived in Bayswater, had traveled to Derbyshire. I bit my lip upon hearing his voice out in the hallway. I turned around and smiled as he entered the room.

“Anthony, I am so sorry I missed your visit last evening. If you would have told me you intended to stop by, I would have changed my plans.”

“It was a spur of the moment decision. I was riding by and thought I’d have a sherry or some other nightcap with you. There will be other times. I hope wherever it was you had ventured was fun.”

I felt myself blush and hoped he didn’t see me. Fun. He had summed up my evening perfectly.

“Yes, I went for a ride. It was such a lovely evening.” He nodded. “May I get you a drink or have the servants bring in tea and cakes?”

“I must say I do have somewhat of an appetite today.”

“Tea and cakes, perhaps a few sandwiches too.”

I rang the bell to summon one of the servants and requested our refreshments. Anthony and I sat near the window. I was relieved he had not pressed me further as to where I had gone on my ride. The sandwiches and tea arrived. We both took our cups from the tray and drank.