The following is more of an experiment, I was thinking what people a hundred or more years from now would think of our vernacular when it comes to sex (‘pussy’, ‘cock’, ‘cunt’, ‘slut’ etc) and if it would still be sexy sounding to them.
I decided to find out by looking to our past and (attempting) to use contemporary language in a story set in Victorian times to see if it held up to today’s standards of sexualized entertainment, or if it would just be silly.
Unlike my other stories this required a (very small) amount of research, let me know what you think.
Also it’s a bit long, for the tl:dr crowd: just jerk off to the vintage tit pic above.
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Katherine closed the door softly behind her as she stepped out into the hall, her dress making a quite swishing noise that she always found oddly calming as the door pressed against it.
She had been the family’s wet-nurse for six years now, brought on to take care of Lord Bretton’s first son, David, from his marriage with Lady Hothfield, who was a good twenty years his junior. Still being young Lady Hothfield had more interest in parties and outings than taking care of her children it seemed, so much was left to Kate. Since their first born two more children had followed, all in Kate’s care, though secretly Kate had some theories about the parentage of the last child perhaps being not from Lord Bretton’s seed, but more of a result of the wild parties Lady Hothfield attended regularly.
With a slight smile on her face Kate turned and started to make her way down the hall towards her own apartments in the East wing of the estate, and ran neatly into someone, as she had been focusing on finishing buttoning up her bodice.
Kate looked up, startled as it was late, a blush tinting her cheeks as there were few reasons a lady like her would be coming out of a bed chamber at this time of night, and found herself looking up at a smiling Edwin, Lord Bretton’s son from his first marriage.
“Oh! Edwin! I mean, Lord Bretton, my apologies, sir.” She and Edwin had been close before he had gone off to attend school. Much older than Lord Bretton’s second family that was Kate’s charge, he had been a teenager when she was brought to the estate, her not much older. She had just been forced to give up her own child, which she had out of wedlock, when her name was passed on by the church to Ms. Mary, the head of Lord Bretton’s staff, who was looking for a wet-nurse for David. Between her pain at losing her own child, and Edwin’s general invisibility to his father once the new baby had arrived the two had bonded, perhaps a bit too closely at times. Edwin helped her navigate the thorny universe that was a Lord’s estate, Kate taught him more worldly skills.
Edwin smiled at her, more smiled down at her as he was a good full head taller than she was.
“No need to be all formal Kate, it’s just us here so ‘Edwin’ is more than fine, anyway as you know ‘Lord Bretton’ is my father, and I’d rather like to think I do not as of yet resemble him too much.”
Kate smiled, though still felt heat in her cheeks.
“Of course, Edwin. I didn’t know you would be bask so soon, I thought the end of the week?”
“I decided to close out a bit early from school, I felt the need to get home and see my brothers and sister, and perhaps my father if he has time before the holiday insanity starts up.”
“I see, of course they will be delighted to see you.”
Unexpectedly Edwin reached forward and clasped a button Kate had missed in her rush to make herself proper, a sly smile touching his lips.
“I see your ‘services’ are as in demand as ever?”
Kate blushed fully now. “Indeed.”
A wet-nurse had many, respected, duties in the household outside of the obvious of feeding the children. One of the side effects of constantly nursing though was some women would not ovulate until their milk dried up, so there would be little risk of pregnancy. Kate was a very good looking, young lady who through pure luck had found her way to a wonderful position. When ‘additional services’ were asked of her by the Lord, or any of his guests at first she dared not refuse. Quickly she grew to enjoy the more clandestine aspects of her position though.
“Who was the lucky man?” He nodded to the door she had just come out of.
“Mr. Shefield, he came for dinner, and it was so late by the time your father and he were done with drinks that he stayed the night.”
“Mr. Shefield?” Edwin said with obvious surprise. He took her by the arm and started to walk with her in the direction she had been heading before she ran into him, talking as they went.
“Mr. Shefield. I am honestly impressed. I would have thought the man would have no energy for such activities at his age.” Edwin laughed at the thought.
Kate, following his lead as he took her arm automatically, let out a small, polite laugh.
“He was, shall we say, surprisingly… enthusiastic.” She covered her lips with her free hand as if trying not to be too indecorous.
“Well, bravo for the old man.” Edwin laughed easily again, as if they were talking about the weather or some silly bit of town news, not the antics of some besotted old man mounting a girl a third his age.
“Indeed.” She cleared her throat politely “I was quite surprised.” They walked down the long hall a few steps in quiet. “May I ask what brings you out and about in the halls at such an indecent hour L.., Edwin?”
“Why you of course Kate.”
“Me?”
“Yes, of course.” As he said that he turned down an intersecting hallway on the left that led to his apartments. “After being away for so long to school I find that I have been missing your company, Kate.”
“Oh, really now? I am honored. The Lord Bretton himself misses my company.” She snuggled closer that was perhaps acceptable in polite company as she teased him, the side of her ample bosom pressing against his upper arm.
They reached the door to his suite, Edwin swung the door open then motioned for Kate to enter first, then followed closing the door behind him.
His apartment was bigger than most of the servant’s quarters put together she guessed. She of course had been in the suite many times over the years, but not recently. Even though Edwin’s appearance had been a surprise to her, she noted as she walked deeper into the room that the household staff certainly must have had word as everything had been recently tidied up. A low fire burned in the fireplace, and the gas lamps gave off a warm, suffusing glow to the space.
Walking towards the back of the room past the sitting area in front of the fireplace Kate ran a finger along the well-polished mahogany desk that was the focal point of the room, a spoil of war from some long forgotten campaign in France a few generation of Brettons ago.
Edwin shed his frock coat absently on a couch, his eyes not leaving Kate as she wandered quite innocently about the room towards his desk.
After a few moments of coyishly not making eye contact Kate picked back up the conversation as Edwin moved to add some fuel to the fire.
“So you missed my.. company.” She leaned back against the desk, hands on the desk at her side having the effect of pushing her full chest towards Edwin.
“Indeed, well to be more specific” the fire settled to his approval he moved to stand in front of Kate “your services.” He gently brushed some hair that had escaped the tight bun at the back of her head from her entertainment of Mr. Shefield.
Kate leaned forward her lips close to his, or as close as she could easily get considering their height differences.
“The girls in school are not up to taking care of Milord’s needs?” she said quietly, a playful lilt in her voice.
“The girls in school are mostly rich, spoiled children looking for a husband.” He leaned down, closing the rest of the distance to her lips. “Not real women.” With that their lips touched and for the next few moments Kate’s world became simply the feel of the young man’s lips on hers as they kissed deeply.
When they broke he stood upright and began undoing his tie. “Take that off.”
Kate stood, quickly undid her lace collar, and started on the buttons of her bodice that she had only just recently gotten done up properly.
“Really now Edwin. Am I some wagtail to be talked to in such a manner?” though her words were indignant her voice was teasing.
“No, you know what you are.”
“Oh I do?” She stripped her bodice off, her dress and petticoat falling in a pool at her feet soon after.
Edwin watched intently as she undressed, savoring the ritual of a beautiful woman stripping the layers of clothing off one at a time that made up her daily wear. Kate, seeing both his interest as well as his obvious arousal stressing the front of his pants smiled.
“So, “ in a smooth, feminine movement she pulled down her drawers and stepped out them, a silky topping to the pile of clothes already at her feet. Dressed now only in dark knee high stockings, a nearly sheer cloth chemise, and her corset she leaned back against the desk once more. This naturally hiked the chemise up to mid-thigh, while she idly pulled the bow loose on the top of her chemise, exposing her the tops of her breasts supported by the corset.
“..so” she continued “what do I know, that I am?”
Edwin at some point had doffed his shoes and slacks, his cock now hard and bobbing to his heartbeat standing before him.
He strode forward to her, Kate’s left hand taking his cock in hand as soon as he was close enough by instinct. She marveled at his size and girth as she slowly stroked him, still looking him in the eyes she drew him in closer with her ministrations.
“You,” Edwin pulled her chemise back roughly, fully exposing her corset cupped tits, her nipples prominent and exposed more than a normal corset would allow due to her need to nurse constantly. As he spoke he played with her nipples and breasts, causing bolts of pleasure to smash into Kate’s pussy at the manipulation.
“…you, are a much respected member of the household Katherine Lynch.” Edwin game her left nipple a hard pinch unexpectedly causing Kate to gasp with pleasure. She could feel her milk dropping but chose to ignore it. If Edwin had an issue with her leaking he certainly never complained in the past.
“Yes. Yes I am. Very upstanding.” She leaned up, trying to kiss Edwin.
Edwin pulled his head back just out of reach of her lips.
“Who is also is a dirty puzzle…”
“mmmm you know just what to say to get a young lady going, Edwin.” She stroked his cock with long, even, light movements, his member thickening even further. She could feel her own wetness building, and knew Edwin could smell her excitement.
“you are a dirty puzzle” he repeated “with a whore’s appetite, and a muff that begs for men’s seed.”
“I am” she whispered “Kiss me Edwin.” She leaned forward again, pushing up on the hard wood of the desk.
“No.”
“No?” Kate was genuinely confused for a moment.
Edwin stepped back, removing his cock from her hand.
“You are here to satisfy my needs, Ms. Lynch. Turn around and bend over my desk.” He idly stroked himself as he commanded her.
“I, yes, of course Edwin.”
“Lord Bretton, you fucking tart.” ‘Tart’ being delivered both verbally and with a light slap to her cheek.
“Yes, yes Lord Bretton. Of course.” She quickly turned and bent over the desk, her ass to Edwin, and her arms supporting her torso on the desktop. Her tits spilled loose from her top, the cold wood of the desk sparking a contrast of sensations that again shot straight to her muff.
Edwin viewed her for a few heartbeats before taking position behind her. He lifted her chemise completely up from her waist so it covered most of her back, exposing her stockinged legs and bare ass and lower back to him.
Kate felt him explore the small of her back with his hands, then her hips and cheeks. She was short, even for a woman, but her figure was admired by men of all ages discreetly. She had good hips, a thin waist and flat stomach, toned legs and thighs, and of course dugs the likes of which only can be gained from breastfeeding children non-stop for years.
“Is.. is everything.. to your liking? Lord?”
“Indeed.” Edwin sounded more like his normal self, though this new side of him admittedly sent shivers to Kate’s center, and not in a bad way surprisingly enough.
Edwin ran a finger down her ass crack, and after briefly playing across her lips he sank it deep inside her. Kate gasped again, balling her fists in both frustration and anticipation.
Edwin chuckled softly.
“I see the old codger has more vitality than I would have suspected.”
“Yes, yes, I thought he might pass out he came so hard, Lord.” Kate breathed as Edwin finger fucked her for a few moments, wetting her ass crack with her juices as well as Mr. Shefield’s deposit. Edwin withdrew from her, then she felt him playfully press against her asshole.
“You know in school we had a maid, Abby her name is, who is quite the little whore too.” He pressed a finger against her hole and started to work his finger into her, using the wetness as lube. “For a five pence she would let any boy who wished bend her, though she had a rule: No penetration of her pussy, only her ass as she cannot afford to be laid up with child.”
Kate’s own ass had relaxed and he was now slowly finger fucking her tight hole as he talked.
“I see, milord. Did… did you ever make use of her services?”
“Many times to be sure. A man has needs after all. There were some days she would be so worn out from use by the time I got her attention that she would just kneel on the bed, her chest to her knees and dress pulled up past her waist, much like how you are now” at this he slapped her right cheek hard enough to elicit a yelp of surprise form Kate “and I’d need but just push inside her she was so well worked over by the men before me.”
“It sounds like a very industrious girl, to be sure milord.” Edwin stopped playing with her ass, and his hand, slick with her juices, rested on her waist with a firm grip.
“She is, and I will make more use of her when I go back to school. But now, I have what I have been longing for since the day I left.”
Kate looked back over her shoulder at him, a questioning look on her face.
“You, Ms. Lynch. Well, to be more precise your quim.” With his free hand Edwin pressed his cock against her, slicking the head with her sopping juices before pressing deeper inside.
Kate moaned as she felt him enter finally. She loved his cock, had loved it since that first day they had inadvertently ended up seeing each other naked down at the pond years ago. The first of many days that had ended much as she hoped this evening would with her pussy shot full of his warm seed.
“mmmmmmm, yes Edwin, please, I beg of you fuck me!”
A sharp slap to the back of her head brought stinging tears to her eyes, even as her lower stomach felt as if it was melting as her body took in his gorgeous manhood.
“’Lord Bretton’, or ‘milord’, you stupid tart.”
“yes..yes, Yes milord.” The pain was already receding as she felt him bottom out inside her. Both hands on her hips he paused to enjoy the warmth of her cock sleeve. Once satisfied he started to stroke Kate’s pussy with long deep strokes.
Kate went to her elbows again, her tits acting nearly like pillows between her chest and arms as he rammed her, in order to keep position. She bit her lip to keep quiet but soon lost that battle.
“yes, milord, oh my, oh my, oh my yes!”
She felt an orgasm building quickly, this being the third session of the evening for her, and by far the most thorough. Kate had always cum easily, a trait that her mother had told her once would get her in trouble. Her mother had obviously been wiser than young Kate had thought at the time.
Edwin felt her pussy pulse than lock down on his cock with a fury as she came, squeezing him with amazing strength and heat. He kept stroking, as he knew through all his past rides on Kate that she would cum a few times before he himself was ready.
“You like that you little slut?” He seethed as he fucked her, pulling her hard back against him. Due to the height difference Kate was on her tip-toes as he used her hole, making it all that much harder for her to keep form. His words drove her orgasm higher, more furious.
“yesssss, yes milord. Oh my god yes. Fuck my quim, use me like a whore Lord!”
“You are a fucking useless whore past your tits and your pussy.”
“yes, yes! I’m worthless milord. Please, do what you will with me!”
Edwin slapped her in the back of the head again but kept fucking her, hard enough she thought she might have bruises in the morning on her thighs from the desk edge. His cock reached parts of her no other man had as of yet, and his balls felt deliciously nasty pressing against her as he fucked her.
“Fucking whore. My cock is covered with other men’s cum, you cockish wench! How many have made use of you today alone?”
“Four today milord. Four. They used me, yes! They know me for my true value! I’m nothing, just your toy.” She sobbed the last as he drilled her.
“Four loads in your cunt? I suppose you think that’s a good day’s work?”
“Yes, yes milord.” She sounded as if she was begging as she answered.
She felt his cock thicken as he admonished her, the more vindictive he spoke the harder and more ardent his thrusts were becoming.
“Shall we make a fifth then? You three-penny upright? Is that what you want?”
“Yes! Yes milord! I live to serve! I don’t deserve anything better. Please, ohmygod, please I need it.” Kate started pushing back against Edwin’s thrusts, her need to get him as deep as he could go driving her movements.
“Little fucking cunt. Stupid little bite. Worthless whore.” He seethed and lashed out at her with his words.
Kate’s second orgasm crashed down on her hard, taking her breath away. She stared, wide eyed, at the her hands clasped together beneath her, supporting her on the desk, as she rode out the climax. If it weren’t for Edwin’s strong grip on her hips she would surely have fallen.
Edwin, lost in his need to shed his negative energies continued with deep strokes even as he himself came, adding his own hot load of seed to the other men’s deep inside Kate’s womb. He let out a wordless yell as he came, thrusting and pumping huge jets of cum deep inside Kate as she whimpered and rode out the storm of his efforts.
When he was finally spent Edwin slowly pulled out of Kate, panting from his exertions. The coupling had been quick, and very rough, but he felt renewed even as he felt drained.
Kate stayed as she was for a few moments, luxuriating in the feel of Edwin’s hot and heavy seed shot deep inside her, and leaking out of her well fucked muff.
Edwin sat on the arm of the couch, facing Kate’s still presented behind, his cock slick from fucking her still hard, bobbing to his heartbeat.
“I needed that, Kate, you’ve no idea.”
Kate, taking this as her cue that she was allowed to move, stood, then moved over to Edwin. She caressed his face with one hand and leaned forward into him. Edwin took her in his arms and pulled her tight to him, pressing the length of her body against his, his spent cock pressed against her naked thigh.
“I do, actually, dear Edwin.”
She kissed him softly, and long, his hands roaming over her back and bare ass under her chemise. At last when he seemed calmed she broke the kiss and leaned back slightly to regard him with some amusement.
“Being nothing better than a broken whore, I’ve learned to understand the needs of my betters.” She said lightly, but he could tell there was truth as well in what she said. “I am here to serve” She kissed him again lightly “and I am here to bear any punishment you feel the need to dole out to satisfy your needs.”
Edwin kissed her nipples, not shying away from the leaked milk, as they were nearly pressed to his face anyway.
“I learned many things in school, Kate; in back alleys, in taverns, in dark places that good men should not travel. I plan on sharing all of them with you.”
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