Page 46 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
“Then I’ll need to take you like an animal.”
Her mouth formed an O shape, and her eyes grew wide.
“That tea table should do. On your hands and knees, so I can cover you and get you with child.”
The baroness froze until Edward walked her to the table and helped her arrange her limbs so she was positioned as he wished. Her arms seemed unaccustomed to the weight of her heavybelly, and her thighs had a pleasant heft to them that attracted his fingers.
“Now, see here!” objected the baron as he watched his wife spread on the table like an animal. While he protested with his voice for the benefit of the audience, his lowered lids and the bulge in his breeches suggested he enjoyed seeing that degrading pose very much indeed.
“I’m afraid this is the most advanced scientific position for successful breeding,” said Edward, casting a serious look about the room, as if the baron was interrupting a real experiment rather than distracting the age’s greatest cocksman. “I must insert from behind and shoot deep to ensure the seed takes. There’s no way around it, I fear.”
Several of the men murmured as if they were just now seeing the utility of such a pose. Thetonwould be fucking like animals in no time; let this be Dick Stone’s significant contribution to society. Aside from all the children he’d sired.
“I understand,” said the baron, resuming his seat. “Please proceed with the demonstration.”
Quite right.
Edward pulled Charlotte’s cheeks apart to take in the wet, grasping delight that awaited him. In the audience, a man rose from his seat, hoping to see the baroness’s quim, before the men behind him protested.
“They want to see your cunt, baroness,” intoned Edward as he opened her further. There was no way all the men in the audience could see that ripe cunny, but if he was in this intolerable position, he’d tease all involved with a show to fire the senses.
“I’m so ready for you,” she gasped, the tiny spasms at her entrance suggesting she was no liar.
And this is where he had to make a choice. It was his usual preference, for the comfort of the lady and the sake of his tailoring, to remove and fold his clothes carefully before engaging in potentially messy activities.
But part of him resented this intrusion into his business. And he simply did not want to show his naked back to a roomful of men; it shouldn’t have been an issue after years in the army, but it felt as wrong as sleeping without a blanket when a perfectly good one was available.
So Lord Edward remained clothed. He pulled at the buttons on his finely crafted falls with brutal efficiency and let the front land with a thwack so Charlotte would hear it.
She moaned softly, her thighs widening as she prepared to take him. He could see her intimate hair more clearly from this view. As he took his cock out of his smallclothes roughly, Edward stroked that little pelt and teased Charlotte’s pouting cunny lips from behind.
“Are you going to take all of this cock I’ve got for you? And give your husband an heir?” he asked, his voice carrying. Maybe this scheme of the Dalpoles wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
“Please, please,” she begged.
Oh, that was the stuff, he thought, smiling as he slapped his cock up against those puffy, spread lips.
“Please what?”
“Please breed me,” she whined.
Life was good for Edward each time he slid into a wet cunt, and this time was no exception. The position let him slide deep into that hot clasp that constricted his shaft until he thought he might expire of pleasure.
Before him, Charlotte let out a wail of ecstasy that seemed to come from deep within rather than a need to perform for those seated men now adjusting their trousers.
“You keep that up and you’re going to have an entire line of men eager to breed you, Baroness.”
She cried out, and her cunt fluttered around him.
“You like the idea of that? One man after another emptying himself inside of you — as your cuckold husband watches?”
Charlotte’s arms wobbled, and she lowered to her elbows while taking Edward’s thrusts.
“Why, as a matter of fact, we rather do,” she said, casting the baron a heated look.
For his part, the baron was staring at her swaying breasts and belly like he couldn’t tear his eyes away, his hand working his clothed cock with increasing rapidity.
Edward let himself ride the baroness like a man possessed, holding her hips as he shoved in and out, all the while summoning the sweetest little whines and moans from Charlotte. He pulled out slowly and watched the baroness’s inner lips grip his wet shaft before slamming it back in just to hear her cry out in pleasure again.
