Warning, rauchiness ensues. I put to use my previously mentioned googing here. They had some interesting terms for a man's part (and a female's, along with other things). It was a tough call on which terms to use, most were funny. If you would rather less laughing and more steamy just substitute less hilarious words then the regency slang I guess. I actually wrote it using the term manhood (It seemed the most upright proper Darcy word) and substituted in the regency terms from a website titled, Riding St. Geoege: Regency Sex Terms You Won't Find in Austen. so hopefully it flows okay. It is just hard to make Darcy raunchy and imagine him using any of the words that were in vogue in the regency like I did here. Luckily I have a plan to bring in the raunchiness in further chapters without having to make Darcy use the slang of the regency.
If you are easily offended don't read this entire chapter, just read the first two paragraphs and the last paragraph. Darcy behaves despicably and lustfully but those three paragraphs are all you really need to carry the story forward.
Chapter 8
Alone in one of the guest chambers Darcy allowed his thoughts to dwell on the problem Miss Bingley's gossip presented. He knew that he did not want Elizabeth to hear it. He reflected on his experiences at the brothel. While in hindsight he could admit that his behavior at the brothel was dismissive of the women, he knew it was better then most of his peers. He had viewed the women as no better then the horses he bought for his pleasure to ride. His horses, he admitted, he atleast knew the names of, their likes and dislikes and their temperaments. All he knew of the women at the brothel was that they were willing and skilled. He knew he was considered a desired customer. He had heard more then one whispering with the others about his physiwue and the multiple orgasms his manhood provided them. He had even heard one say she should be paying him for the orgasims, laughing about how many of the other customers were fat and she had to hunt for their small prick and never achieved a release with them, where as when she serviced him, multiple releases were achieved. He had never been concerned with his paramour's satisfaction, but knew they achieved it. His three attempts to visit after leaving Elizabeth in Hertfordshire had even seen him engage in the previously unheard of use of his fingers with a few quick deft movements to allow each prostitute satisfaction once, feeling it was necessary those times due to his own mortification.
Just as Darcy was considering that none of the women there had any reason to feel dissatisfied enough to gossip, he remembered the one time he had delebriately denied one any satisfaction in his presence. As he thought of the incident he knew that he did not want Elizabeth to hear any of the salacious details of it. He remembered it with perfect clarity for the most part as he dredged up the details in his mind. He felt shame course through him as he remembered his actions. At the time he had seen nothing wrong, but considering how he would feel if Elizabeth learned of the details, he felt he could have handled himself better. If it was the gossip Miss Bingley had to share, he did not doubt she would tell Elizabeth given a chance. Elizabeth was an innocent and the more jaded Miss Bingley would enjoy telling her for spite.
His temper was resentful and he had allowed it to rule him. He had stripped and as he stood prepared for his entertianment to start, the immorata he had selected had suggested that rather then stand, they lay on the bed and as she pleasured him with her mouth, he do the same to her. He had been offended she would suggest he work to provide her with pleasure. He had applied light pressure to her shoulders without a word and when she had dropped down to her knees, eye level with his lobcock, he had coldly instructed her to suck. He had thrust vigorously into her mouth, exciting her as his prick elongated and hardened with her attentions. He had fisted his hands into her hair holding her head in place while he pushed further in. She had panted in excitement and taken more of him in. He had grunted in satisfaction as he worked his manhood in an out of her mouth. After his first release he had lounged on the bed as usual but after a few minutes of watching her excitedly touch herself he instructed her to use her mouth on his semi-hard pego again, rather then mount her, while he lay there. He had enjoyed watching her breast bounce around as she bobbed up and down on him. He had once again powerfully thrust upward into her mouth enjoying this new angle as he achieved his release.
He had determined that he would achieve his usual number of releases, but in punishment for her offensive presumption that he work to provide her with pleasure, she would receive none. After pouring his drink he had sat with his legs spread wide and indicated that she once again wrap her mouth around him. He had lazily fondled her breasts as he became engorged again, enjoying himself as she worked over him. After surging deep into her mouth and coming, he was aware that as much as he was enjoying experimenting with having his silent flute sucked in new positions, he wished to sink into a woman's body at least once. He had requested the services of a second female, something he had never done before.
When the second prostitute entered the room and closed the door he instructed her to lay on the bed, positioning her how he wanted. Then he had demanded the first demonstrate just how she had expected him to use his mouth on her on the second. He had watched the sight with more eagerness then he had anticipated. He had planned on watching the first having to provide the ectasy she had wanted for herself to another before mounting the second prostitute and riding her for his own pleasure. He had read about the act, but had never been interested in preforming it himself on another. Watching her lick and nibble he had thrust his manhood in the face of the one on the bed and demanded she attend to him, excited by the show provided. He had not wanted to wait for the first to finish preforming on the second before attending to his next release, deciding her would sink into her body later. Watching the prostitue bury her face into the other's fruitful vine had stimulated him and he was eager to find his own release. The way she moaned and groaned her own pleasure as she sucked on him had felt good. As she orgasimed with his arbor vitae in her mouth the sensations had been intense. When the first had raised her head to cease her attentions on the second female after her orgasim, he had pushed her head back down for her to continue, keeping his hand on it so she could not raise it, wanting her to continue to make the one who's mouth he was in keep moaning in pleasure, knowing his own release was not far off. He had released into the second female's mouth with raw enthusiasm, stuffing her with his whore's pipe as he grunted in pleasure while she moaned her own around him.
He then had the two lay on the bed and begin touching each other as he enjoyed another drink to recover. When it was apparent the first might achieve release through the second's administrations, he had told her to stop. He had then slipped on a french letter, mounted the second woman and thrust into her, luxriating in the feel of being in soft femine flesh. Before mounting the whore he intended to ride though, he had positioned the two. The one he was going to ride in the middle of the bed so he could pump into her easily, while he instructed the first to sit with her legs open, knees up griping the head bored behind her with her hands so as he pounded into the one he was mounted on so she could not touch herself to find her own release. He had wanted her to have a view of the second covey enjoying his tool. The second had screamed through multiple orgasims, enjoying herself thoroughly, while the first watched, unsatisfied. Determined to drive his point home, that it was his pleasure he paid for, not a protsitutes, he had them take turns sucking on him, enjoying the different techniques and skills of each. He had come again and with his arbor vitae still hard he had plunged it into the mouth of the other and within moments orgasimed again. He had cleaned himself off, dressed and debated if he could achieve satisfaction one more time with his usual parting orgasim. He had been pleased with himself when he had.
The next time he had visited the brothel he was curious to see if he could achieve two orgasims so close together again, but with a single female. After his release in the prostitue's body servicing him, he had quickly pulled out, removed the used french letter with haste and plunged his manhood into her surprised mouth, careful to distribute his weight to his knees as he kneeled above her prone form on the bed. He began thrusting and she quickly started sucking at his command. He had smirked with satisfaction as he achieved his orgasim a few minutes later. The rest of that visit had proceeded as usual until he was leaving.
When he left the brothel he had passed an open door with the two women that had serviced him before inside. If it was not for the familiar picture they presented with their current actions he would not have remembered them. As it was, the one who had offended him was once again enaged with her mouth on the other. They were positioned in such a way though that a fat man was thrusting into her from behind with her contorted so that he had a view of her attentions to the other. He was squeezing her breast that hung down, twisting her nipples and would occasionally reach a chubby finger into the one prone on the bed, sometimes jabbing it into the one he was pumping into's mouth instead. Darcy had known that this was the type of gentleman the whores whispered about having to small of a pego to give them satisfaction and was vindictivly pleased that she would be denied pleasure. The tableu was interesting and he had watched for a brief second, considering that he might try something similar in the future. She had noticed him and he had eyed her coldly before walking away. He mentioned to the madame that he never wanted that particular whore's services again and left the brothel. Before visiting again, he had gone to Netherfield.
Remembering this Darcy was certain it must have been the whore he had scorned that Miss Bingley, and potentially other society ladies, had gotten information from. Thinking about his past actions left him feeling dirty and soiled. He had boasted to Elizabeth of his resentful temper at Netherfield, and this was one of the most shameful instances he now realized of it getting the better of him. Rather then take Elizabeth to London to enjoy the amusements found there he decided he would be best to take her to Pemberley after their marriage and worry about establishing her in society next season, when their would hopefully be no more gossip. If the prostitute talked to Miss Bingley she had potentially talked to others. He needed to build a relationship with Elizabeth and he worried gossip about his forays with other women would surely hamper his case.