Page 60 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
She turned with a look of horror on her face until she realized it was Edward who had caught her. “Oh, Dick Stone,” she gasped.
He bowed in greeting and looked through the keyhole to see what Calista and Harriet had gotten up to. Now, Miss Ardenhad both breasts out, and Calista was gathering her skirts. Very promising indeed.
Edward felt a hand on his falls.
“MightIbe of help, my lord?” asked the maid.
Now, Edward was not one to meddle with servants, especially in a house owned by his own family. But when a comely little thing asks so nicely to service one’s cock, it’s difficult to send her back to scouring. He had plenty for her to scour right here.
“Perhaps you’d like to bend over and let me feel between your thighs?” he asked in a most gentlemanly fashion.
“Would I ever,” said the lass, lusty as they came. She bent at the waist, ready for a frolic. He had her drawers about her knees, which were already slick with her juices, and then slid two fingers into her hot little cunt.
“You like watching your mistress get fucked by her companion?” asked Edward, thrusting at a pace that, if he knew anything about pussy, would make the maid shake like Lisbon in the last century.
“They fuck each other all the time,” the lass whispered, her Cockney accent escaping the thin veneer of gentility she’d affected before.
“Then aren’t you a lucky little slut, getting to watch them,” he said, pressing on the place he knew would make her wail.
The girl grasped the doorknob as her paroxysm made her knees tremble and cunt grow wetter.
“They’re right about you, Dick Stone,” she moaned as he stroked her through the last of it. “Are you going to get a baby on me? I’m ready for you.”
He nodded no, laughing at her presumption. As if he’d trade the chance at a life of leisure for a quick hallway fuck! But he knew better than to let a lass down.
“I’m afraid my services and seed are engaged for today,” he said. “But you could polish the knob.”
The maid glanced at the pristine doorknob, already buffed to a shine.
“Not that one,” said Edward, undoing his falls and taking out his cock as he settled in to watch the show at the keyhole. “This one.”
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When Miss Arden opened the door and found Edward with his cock lodged in a maid’s mouth, she was gracious enough to direct her eyes to the heavens and let him in.
“Miss Arden,” he said while tucking himself back into his smalls. “Might I ask why you ladies have consented to this breeding scheme? I truly have no desire to importune her ladyship.”
“What are you two whispering about?” asked Calista from the divan, looking deliciously rumpled.
“I simply wished to confirm that you consent to this exercise, my lady. You seem to get on well without me.”
The two women exchanged amused glances.
“Well, except for the seed necessary to make a baby, we do rather have everything we need,” replied Calista.
“Do you want to make an heir?” asked Edward, confused, but feeling that some great enlightenment was just around the corner.
“Your brother has offered me a contract of my own,” she said. “An heir will allow me, the children, and Miss Arden to move to the country. And I needn’t tolerate his attentions ever again.”
Damn and blast, what had he walked into?
“So you’re accepting this farce simply because you’d like to live outside London?” he asked, his temper rising. He didn’t feel any sort of paternal responsibility for his offspring, but this was really too much.
“We can’t make one without you,” said Miss Arden. “We are in love, but we need your help.”
“My babies thus far have been my husband’s,” said Calista. “The idea of making a baby with…”
“A stud,” supplied Edward, not wanting to hear the other words she could call him.
