Page 42 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
One thing she couldn’t disguise was how aroused she was by their little parlour game; her cunny was sopping wet and pulsing around his fingers, as if she was just as close to eruption as he was.
“May I insert my breeding organ, madam?” asked Edward in his most professional tone. Meanwhile, he was one wrong tug of his breeches across his cock from releasing seed that might otherwise lend a sense of occasion to the evening’s entertainment.
“If you must, sir,” said the baroness, as if she only accepted his offer because of noble forbearance.
In opposition to her words, she hurriedly scooted to recline more fully against her husband and spread for Edward.
The baron held his wife, one hand cradling her belly and the other absently plucking at her nipple as he watched Edward bring her hems up.
“She’s got a pretty cunt, doesn’t she?” the baron asked, rubbing her soft body.
Edward had to squint so as not to take in too much of that perfect cunny at once. She appeared swollen and dark pink, smeared with her arousal, and he doubted he could hold backmuch longer before plunging in and losing himself in that channel.
“She’s beautiful,” said Edward, stroking the top of the lady’s thigh appreciatively. “If you don’t mind, madam?”
He gestured to his breeches, which he was hastily unbuttoning and pulling down so his celebrated cock could be free to play at breeding her.
“You may, but please; I take no pleasure from this,” she said, her body’s response clearly at odds with the statement. “Work quickly and completely, but do not seek to bring me to paroxysm. It simply will not be possible without the loving ministrations of my husband.”
Edward took himself in hand. His cock fattened considerably from the sight before him and Charlotte’s willingness to ease into playing the role of sacrificing wife.
“I shall merely do my professional duty, madam,” he said, sliding his cock in so slowly that she began to shake and bounce in order to get it deeper, faster.
Oh, he had to draw upon every power under his control not to lose himself within her immediately. Her cunt had a strong, milking grip, and she began spasming around him almost as soon as he pushed fully in.
He needed to let loose, but he was nothing if not a professional, so the lady needed to reach paroxysm. He had heard herwords of denial, but those twitching hips and throaty cries said everything. She wanted to reach the heights of pleasure.
Edward nodded to the baron, and they coordinated to stroke Charlotte at the same time, George at her sensitive nipple and Edward on her straining nub. The baroness’s wails grew more extravagant, the strength of her inner tremors increased, and Edward was hanging on to the contents of his sack by the last shreds of his status as a gentleman.
“Oh, he’s going to breed me, fill me!” she cried, the wet sound of their coupling only increasing the illicit pleasure of it.
“Take him deep, darling,” said the baron, his face trying to remain grim despite the lust that made him beam when he temporarily forgot his role. “I know it’s hard, my love, but let the stud flood your womb and give us a child. Bear it a little longer.”
Edward delivered a stroke to the woman’s cunny that finally made her scream as she contracted and spasmed around his taxed cock. He let out a cry as his sack drove forth seed that would land fruitlessly, and his spine tingled so much he wondered if a tail had sprouted from the force of his orgasm.
Edward worked his cock in and out a few times to fully deliver the seed. The sounds of their coupling were wetter than ever, and the baron had a look of aroused hunger as he watched Edward’s wet shaft disappear into his wife.
When he was confident that he had executed the task up to his self-imposed standard, Edward released himself from the lady’s clasp.
“I thank you for your willing participation in the breeding, madam. I hope to send felicitations on an heir in due course.”
The baron left his wife on the chaise and rose to see Edward out.
“You’ve given the wife quite a thrill, old chap,” said the baron, withdrawing a slip of paper from his coat. “No need to delay handing this over since we’re assured of an heir.”
Lord Edward glanced at what turned out to be a bank draft. A bank draft for a sum he hadn’t expected to see for a mere playful breeding.
“I was wondering if you might be amenable to a continuation of this evening’s entertainment,” said the baron, his voice low as he filled Edward in on the details of what he was envisioning.
After their tête-à-tête and before he departed the drawing room, Edward looked back to where the baroness reclined on the chaise. By then, the baron had returned to her, kneeling on the floor between her spread legs, one hand holding up her hems and the other parting her cunny lips so he could apply his mouth to where she’d been taken by Edward and his prodigious spend.
He exited the room quickly. It would be a hard ride home.
Chapter 5
“His coat looks shinier,”said Tobias from the path beside where Edward was riding.
He jerked in surprise, earning a snort from Tencendor. The stallion didn’t bolt despite his own nerves; he’d be kept in clover no matter how many other men’s wives Dick Stone would need to seed.
