Belle - Lesley Pearse [89]
It was some ten minutes before Betty came into the room leading her gentleman by the hand. Betty was a short, curvy red-head, with pale, creamy skin and wide blue eyes that held an innocence her ribald conversation belied.
Her apple-green silk dress barely covered her ample breasts, and as she shut the door she pulled down the bodice to expose them, and took the man’s hands and placed them on her. ‘You like them, honey?’ she asked, looking up at him with the sauciest of expressions.
‘Love them,’ he said, his dark eyes feasting on her breasts, his voice thick with lust. ‘I sure can’t wait to see what else you’ve got for me.’
He was no more than twenty-four, slender and dark-haired, with a moustache and suntanned skin. He was not perhaps really handsome, but he had a nice face.
‘Well, honey, you just give me the twenty dollars, then slip off your trousers and get ready to visit paradise.’
Belle wanted to laugh, for Betty knew she was there watching, and it seemed like that last line was straight out of a whore’s instruction manual.
The man gave her the money, Betty opened the door and handed it over to Cissie, then closed the door, leaned back on it and smiled seductively at her man.
‘Let’s see what you’ve got for me then,’ she said.
He had his shoes, trousers and underpants off in the blink of an eye, and Belle could see his penis was already erect as it was pushing his shirt out in front of him.
‘A lovely big one,’ Betty said, and she nudged him down on to the bed, pulled his shirt up and took hold of his penis, squeezing it and looking at it closely.
Only the day before the girls had been talking about checking for pox while they were drinking coffee in the kitchen. They spoke of looking for ‘gleet’, a yellowish pus, and any sores or lesions around the genitals. If there was any evidence of infection they turned the man away.
After Betty had examined her man she took a cloth from a bowl of water and disinfectant and washed him vigorously, but all the time making ribald remarks about his manhood and how much she was looking forward to having him inside her.
She got the man to unfasten her gown once she’d finished washing him, and tossed it and her petticoat aside on to the chair, leaving herself wearing only a lace-trimmed chemise which exposed her breasts and ended at her bottom. Belle had been told that in other sporting houses the girls only ever wore lingerie, some danced with their men when they were almost naked. But Martha liked to maintain an illusion of purity in her house, so although the girls’ necklines were low and they wore no drawers, they were dressed while in the public rooms.
The young man was growing more and more excited as Betty stripped off her clothes, and as she climbed up on to the bed and knelt beside him, she lifted her chemise to show him her private parts. Belle could see she had a very luxuriant mound of dark curly hair there, and as the young man reached out to touch it, Betty groaned and arched her back, inviting him to take liberties with her.
It was the oddest thing to Belle. She had imagined that she would feel revulsion at witnessing such things, and indeed reminders of what she’d been through in Paris, but instead she felt a curious excitement, and a warm sensation in her own private parts.
The man’s fingers had disappeared right into Betty and she was undulating her body as if loving it, making little low moaning sounds.
‘Umm, that sure feels good, honey,’ she said. ‘You’re getting me good and ready for riding your big cock.’
Belle looked at the man’s face and saw his eyes were feasting on Betty’s breasts, and the excitement he was feeling as he touched her was evident in his high colour and the stiffness of his penis.
‘Ride me now!’ he said suddenly, and Betty moved quickly to straddle him, slowly moving down until he was right inside her. She leaned forward, supporting herself on her hands, and the man played with her breasts as she rode up and down on him.
He was almost