Chapter 6 #2
And when he narrowed his tongue to a point and eased it into that stretched hole, Phily spasmed around him, seemingly without end. How the duke held on, Edward couldn’t imagine. Yet another reason to both admire and slightly hate the man.
“We seem to have a similar idea, Netherwallop,” said the duke. “Phily’s cunt is really too hungry these days and requires more than one man can give her. I’m quite unmanned by her demands.”
The duchess snorted in a most unladylike fashion that made her suddenly more appealing than she’d ever been in her pristine white gowns.
“Why don’t you join me in fucking my wife? At the same time.”
Edward rose shakily from the floor, as disoriented as a newborn colt.
The duke had slowed his thrusts, and he could see where his own cock would go.
It would be a tight fit. This wouldn’t be the first time Dick Stone had rogered a lady alongside her husband’s cock, but it was a rare delight, even for a professional stud.
He tugged on his balls, willing them to contain his seed longer. Let him perform the role of stud long enough to earn the way to Tabby.
His heart stuttered, and suddenly everything about this night felt tawdry. He was doing it for her stubborn arse, so why the devil did he feel guilty?
“Stuff it in there,” said the duke, drawing Edward’s attention. “Make my duchess take her old lover’s cock again.”
Edward huffed a laugh and held his shaft as he guided it to Phily’s entrance. Her body was already taxed, and there wasn’t much room for him when he slowly pushed in at the top of her channel.
It was sweet torture to feel her taut rim squeezing his cockhead as he pushed in. Past that first test, he slid more easily into her cunt, his cock squeezed against the duke’s shaft by Phily’s quivering internal muscles.
He should hate this, sharing his former fiancée with the man he’d caught fucking her. But it was demmed near impossible to think when his cock was getting wrung out so pleasurably by the Duke and Duchess of Chevaliermont.
“I bet your girl isn’t this tight,” grit out Phily as those two cocks worked her open. She had an air of martyrdom, all while letting out breathy little whines that betrayed just how much she enjoyed being between two lords.
“Young woman,” said Edward, punching deep to emphasize his point.
And then she laughed, and he saw the debutante she’d once been yet never appreciated.
When he was forced to marry again and trawl the marriage mart for a suitable bride, he’d not put his tailoring or even Tencendor first. In a way, catching Phily with the duke had saved them all a good deal of grief.
“Ahh, Phily, you’re the finest slut I’ve ever had,” said the duke tenderly as he continued to work himself in and out alongside Edward.
When she bore down on their cocks and cried out in what sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure, Edward had no choice but to unload his balls. He’d hoped to outlast the duke, but that seasoned lecher was unmatched in his cocksmanship.
It was when Edward’s cods felt like husks that Monty finally exploded, his seed mixing with Edward’s.
When they pulled from Phily’s clasp — to her cries of discomfort — her thighs were anointed with the traces of their spend. Edward prepared a wet cloth using the pitcher of water nearby, but it was the duke who took it from his hand with a nod and cleaned his duchess.
***
Phily roused herself from the chair, and she brought Edward to a simple writing desk he’d not noticed among the opulence of her boudoir.
“I monitor the goings-on in London,” she said, her hand on the knob of a drawer. “When Lady Millicent reported that you’d taken up with an urchin girl, I was most interested. You’ve not pursued anyone since me.”
“I think we both know I’ve pursued plenty of ladies,” said Edward with a wry smile.
“For money,” she said. “You’ve played the role of Dick Stone to stay out of debtor’s prison and keep yourself in fine breeches.”
“They are rather fine, aren’t they?” he asked, admiring the lines.
“You know what I’m saying,” she said, free of the coquetry that she’d acquired in adulthood.
“I’m a stud for money. I don’t think there’s a soul in London who doesn’t know that.”
“But with her, you’re not, are you?”
“Of course not! She’s my friend. Hell, until not too long ago, I thought she was a lad. Truly! I don’t know why everyone thinks I’m secretly fucking her.”
“I don’t think you are,” she said softly, finally opening the drawer. “I thought to give you what I learned in the course of my inquiries, but I recently had a good night at the tables, and I’ll offer you an alternate choice.”
“You mean to take me to the mountaintop and offer the world?” asked Edward, wry and strangely nervous about what she would propose.
“No,” she said, looking at the contents of the drawer as if very far away indeed. “But this might give you the sense of seeing your life from high above.”
He looked down at what she’d prepared for him. On one side, there was a carefully folded and sealed letter. On the other side, she showed him a purse, partially undone to reveal coins and banknotes.
“You mean to play Mephistopheles?” asked Edward, chuckling to himself at her flair for the dramatic.
“I’m no agent of the devil,” she replied. “I’m just a girl, and your complete disinterest all those years ago hurt me badly.”
“I’m sorry, Phily,” he said, planting a kiss on her hair while reaching for the letter that contained information about Tabby.
“Don’t you want to know how much is in that purse?” she asked faintly. “It’s a king’s ransom.”
“If it would make you feel better to see me waver, I’ll do it,” he said, “to heal old wounds.”
What remained unspoken was that, for all the theatrical indecision he might muster, Edward had already decided; he’d unhesitatingly chosen that urchin girl.
Phily seemed deflated yet unsurprised. “You’ll need to rush. It’s all happening tomorrow night.”
“What’s happening?” asked Edward as he broke the seal. On the paper, there was an address. He was unfamiliar with the place, but the neighborhood suggested a seediness at odds with the information networks of a duchess.
“She’s a charming thing. Should fetch a good price,” said Phily, closing the drawer.
“Good price for what?”
“Your girl has arranged to auction herself off. A virginity auction for aspiring courtesans.”
Edward felt the blood drain from his body. Had he pushed her down this lane by begging her to more quickly become his equal? He was sick at the thought; if she’d wanted to become a whore, she could have done so any night and maybe even every day for the past number of years.
“Aspiring courtesans, but most likely future streetwalkers, if we’re honest,” said Phily, rising from the desk. “Being a courtesan requires skills, and she’s not been properly trained in anything except darting about and snatching things, isn’t that right?”
He could only draw quick breaths, such was the pain in his spleen. Tabby was about to offer herself to the wolves, to the sort of men who’d rejoice in hurting her. The tender spot below his ribs flared to life again, and he placed a hand on the writing table to steady himself.
“Good luck, Dick Stone,” said Phily. “You’ll need it.”
THE END