In other news, Book Three of my historical erotica, The Draper Estates Trilogy, is set to come out next month. I will do a reveal of the title and cover closer to the release date. But in the meantime I thought I'd tease you with a naughty little excerpt. I know, that sounds exactly like something I'd do, doesn't it?
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That's not what this excerpt is about, though. The bit is all filth and depravity, proof that sometimes it is just so much fun to write the baddies! And that's what Dr Phillip Samms is...
Attending to Ms. Rodham’s girls with
his vibratory massage chair was allowing Phillip a modest income, but nothing
like he dreamed of. It was a steady income at least, if not a grand one. News
spread quickly through the brothel that the doctor had an invention that could
sate a woman where most of their clients neither knew nor cared that such a
thing was possible.
Initially
it had been mildly amusing for Phillip to administer the therapy. Eventually
though, it became rather tedious. After seeing one strumpet complete in his
chair he’d seen them all. And none was as exciting as Lillianne had been. The
only excitement left in it for him was when Josie Rodham brought one of her new
girls by.
He shifted himself in his trousers
as he thought of the last one.
‘Phillip,’ Josie had said low, with
a sultry smile. ‘This is Polly. Polly, say hello to the good doctor.’ Phillip had
noticed with mild distaste how she sneered out those last two words.
‘Hello,’ Polly whispered. She was a
tall girl, slightly stooped, with sandy blonde hair and rather a plain face. But
she had a demeanour Phillip liked, shy and reluctant.
‘Get down on your knees now,’ Josie
said in the same way someone else might ask her to fetch a cup of coffee. ‘Give
the doctor a proper hello, there’s a good girl.’
‘What?’
‘The doctor has been very kind in
accommodating us on short notice,’ Josie said. ‘You will show him your
appreciation by sucking his cock.’
‘But I… I don’t even…’
Phillip’s staff grew harder in his
breeches. Often one of Josie’s new recruits would be shocked into simply
following orders. But Phillip enjoyed it more when the girl would protest.
‘You’re refusing then?’ Josie said,
nodding to Phillip. He took the girl by the wrists and led her to his refashioned
chair, which he saw her notice for the first time. Josie lifted the girl’s
skirts while Phillip forced her to sit, fastening her wrists and ankles to the
bindings he’d installed on the chair. While Josie continued to hold up Polly’s
skirts, Phillip slid the massage post forward until it rested snugly against
the girl’s undergarments and consequently her vulnerable and sensitive flesh
beneath. Polly protested some more but both Phillip and Josie simply smiled at
each other knowing how the protests to stop would soon turn to pleading for
more.
As Phillip clicked on the vibrations
to the first setting, sure enough Polly let out a startled little gasp and fell
silent. Josie rubbed Phillip’s quickly stiffening rod through his trousers as
they watched the girl begin to squirm, leisurely biting his ear. ‘God, I love
it when they protest, don’t you?’ she whispered into Phillip’s ear, echoing his
thoughts. She reached over at this point and clicked the vibrations one notch
higher. Polly gave a little squeak and then let out a low sigh. Now Josie
stepped in front of him, shoved her hand down the front of his trousers,
grasping his dick in her hand as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. ‘Just
the thought of how she’ll beg is making me so wet,’ she sighed, lewdly gyrating
her hips into his. Letting go of Phillip’s turgid flesh she turned back to the
machine and set it even higher, causing Polly to moan out and squirm harder
against the vibrations. Reaching behind her Josie caught Phillip’s hand and
slid it between her thighs. Under her skirts Phillip reached into her drawers
and, true to her word, they were drenched in her arousal. He found her hard bud
and diddled it with one finger. ‘Ah!’ Josie cried out at the same time Polly
did. But Josie slammed her hand down on the machine’s switches, causing the
vibrations to cease.
‘No!’ Polly cried.
‘Aw, were you enjoying that?’
sneered Josie. Quickly she yanked down her drawers and tackled the fly of
Phillip’s trousers, freeing his completely hard cock before pushing him onto the
table beside the massage chair. Papers scattered and fluttered to the floor as
Josie climbed on the table herself and, straddling Phillip, undid the buttons
of his shirt, reaching in and harshly tweaking his nipples between the long
nails of her fingers. Phillip jumped at the sharp pain mixed with pleasure and
Josie chuckled. ‘That’s too bad,’ she said, still talking to Polly but looking
at Phillip. ‘Since you refused to pleasure the doctor, why should he allow you
pleasure in his chair?’ Phillip’s desk that the two occupied was close enough
to the massage chair that Josie could still reach the controls. She clicked the
lowest setting on again and Polly moaned low.
‘No,’ Josie sighed, stroking
Phillip’s rigid member beneath her and making him moan. ‘Instead you can watch
us fuck,’ she said, taking obvious delight in enunciating the last word, her
eyes lighting up in evil anticipation. ‘You will learn your trade and watch how
I use my body to give pleasure to a man.’ Again, she upped the intensity of the
chair’s vibrations. ‘And you, for your completely unacceptable disobedience,
can sit in that chair. And suffer.’ Polly, slowly realizing her predicament,
squirmed and whimpered. The way the buzzing was working through her, causing
the previously shy girl to gyrate and moan, made Phillip’s rod pulse with
arousal in Josie’s hand.
‘Then perhaps you’ll learn to do as
I say without question and understand the reason I have you in my employ,’
Josie continued to explain, her voice betraying only the slightest tremor to
indicate just how much she was enjoying this lesson. As the vibrating chair
continued to move the girl to obviously more increased arousal, Josie lifted
herself and slammed her slick, molten quim onto Phillip’s pole. Phillip let out
a howl of pleasure, grasping at the madam’s writhing body and struggling to get
hold of his own spike of arousal. Josie purred in bliss as she slinked her body
up and down, a cat at a scratching post satisfying a carnal itch. Continuing to
toy with the controls, she worked Polly up to a fevered pitch.
‘Oh, oh, please, Ms Rodham, please
don’t switch it off again!’ Polly cried. ‘I’m right … I feel… so close, I
just…’ Her pleading was cut off by her own cry of frustrated torment as Josie
flipped the vibrations off once more. ‘Please, Dr Samms, Ms Rodham, I’m sorry,
I’ll do what you ask! Give me another chance. Just please, no more, I can’t
take any more!’
Phillip felt Josie’s sex tighten and
pulse around his stiffened flesh as the girl begged. He forced himself to
breathe slowly, knowing his place in this scenario meant that he had to show as
much control as he could muster.
‘Oh, you’re only beginning to learn
what you can take,’ Josie rasped out. ‘This lesson is just getting started.’
She switched the chair back on and Polly began to gyrate again. ‘These
mid-level tremors hold that release just out of reach, don’t they?’ Josie said.
Polly only whimpered. ‘And oh, it feels so good to come. Do you know that, you
slutty little girl? Do you touch yourself, in the dark, at night, under the
bedclothes? Do you stroke your little kitty, wiggle around under your hand,
until you bring yourself off? Let me assure you, coming in this chair is a
thousand times more powerful than anything you could do to yourself. It feels so good,’
Josie purred, picking up speed as she continued to impale herself on Phillip’s
shaft. ‘You can imagine it, can’t you?’
Polly groaned. ‘Please, Ms Rodham,
please!’ she mumbled deliriously, bound hands straining, her body moving, no
doubt her sex seeking out as much of the vibrations as it could. ‘Ah, NO!’ she
cried, as Josie set the tremors back to low.
‘Yes, coming in the doctor’s massage
chair is so deliciously gratifying,’ Josie said, obviously delighting in
Polly’s cries as Phillip could feel her tighten even further around him. He
gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the arms of the chair in his effort not
to spill his boiling seed. ‘Almost as gratifying as coming on a cock,’ Josie
panted, riding him now for all she was worth. ‘Which, you worthless little
whore, you will watch … me do… right… now!’
