They could be with you at around eleven o'clock. Send a note back to them via Pemberfield, Sir Lionel's coachman and they will attend you at that time. My love as always, Arthur P.S. I have dictated this letter to Miss Formby of the Jim Jam Club who is kindly acting as my personal secretary whilst my own factotum Mr. Nettleton is away in India supervising my business interests in the Punjab. 'You are not really going to send that letter, Cecil?' I gasped. 'Just watch me!' said Cecil merrily, ringing the bell for the butler. 'Ah, Denis,' said Cecil as the old butler came in. 'I want this letter to be sent round as soon as possible. And would you please ask Pemberfield to wait as there will be an immediate reply.' 'Very good, sir,' said Denis. 'I will see to the matter straight away.' 'Good fellow that,' said Cecil as Denis left the room. 'He knows the secrets of at least half of London Society. But he will never reveal what he knows. Last month I heard Sir Lionel tell Father that some brash young journalist tried to bribe Denis to spill the beans about Lord Alfred Douglas and his telegraph boys. 'And even though Denis even knows the vintage of the bottle of port Lady Pence attempted to stick up Lord Euston's bottom, not a word passed his lips. Oh, he is the very soul of discretion and we can roll in at two in the morning without any trouble. Mind, I'll slip him a sov. for having to stay up so late.' 'You are pretty certain that Kitty Easthouse will agree to the terms?' I asked. 'I would swear a thousand pounds on it,' said Cecil with great confidence. 'Why the very thought of it makes my prick really swell up!' I looked across and saw the bulge in my brother's breeches and he undid his buttons to let out his rampant red-headed cock, caressing it in his hand until it stood in all its manly glory, stiff and hard as marble with the hot blood looking ready to burst from his distended veins.
'Put it away, Cecil,' I hissed. 'Suppose one of the servants came in.' 'I wouldn't mind,' said Cecil, happily stroking his shaft.
'Indeed young Millie the parlourmaid could do a far better job than I on my cock! Whoops, I'm going to come, Teddy!' Always a considerate fellow, Cecil moved to the fireplace in order to steer the jets of spunk that shot out from his cock into the empty grate.
'I wonder if sperm is inflammable,' he said thoughtfully, buttoning up his flies. 'It may surprise you but I've never attempted to set light to mine,' I said with heavy sarcasm. 'All right, all right,' said Cecil with his usual good humour. 'Look, I'm quite respectable now. Let's have a whisky and soda whilst we wait for Pemberfield to return.' Neither of us have ever been great imbibers of spirits although Dr Arkley has always assured me that an occasional nip of Scotch is truly beneficial to one's continuing good health. However, we enjoyed our little drink and read the newspapers until in just only an hour or even a little less, old Pemberfield returned. Fortunately, I had not taken up my elder brother's wager for indeed, Miss Easthouse had readily consented to meet us at her house after the theatre. What a night beckoned us onwards! Truly, this would be an evening to remember! Indeed, after Cecil had torn open the pink envelope in which Kitty Easthouse had couched her reply, I could scarcely contain my excitement. And this was further heightened when Cecil passed over to me Kitty's response to 'Uncle Arthur's' invitation. It read as follows: 'Dear Cecil and Teddy, I have received a lovely letter from your dear Uncle Arthur asking me to provide a very special birthday treat for young Teddy-and I agree absolutely with your thoughtful uncle that it would be wrong for Cecil to miss out on some saucy sport as from what he tells me, Cecil has a taste for the delights of love. I look forward to meeting you both then, at eleven o'clock at my house. To get you both in the mood, perhaps you would like to know how I first met your sweet Uncle. It so happened that I was caught in a sudden shower of rain some six weeks ago whilst taking a stroll through Regent's Park. Your uncle was also passing the afternoon listening to the military band but he had wisely brought an umbrella along with him'. He walked briskly over to the tree under which I was attempting to take shelter and said: 'Madam, please allow me to offer you the protection of my umbrella as the branches of this beech are proving inadequate to the task of protecting your beautiful dress.' Well, such gallantry deserved a reward for I have always believed that manners maketh the man and no man however wealthy or good-looking could hope to win my heart (or my cunt) if he behaved in a boorish fashion. Anyhow, he asked me to dine with him at Fine's Chop House that evening and I accepted his invitation. We drank champagne throughout the evening and this is a drink that always puts me in the mood. Our conversation over dinner was animated and I must confess that a large part of my attention was concentrated on my new beau and what I'd like to do with him. You will soon know how it is when you are sexually attracted to someone-there is a real energy that magnetically connects you both and the plain truth of the matter was that all I wanted to do was to lunge across the table, kiss him long and wet and get my hands down around his thick, delicious cock and ravish him completely. We exchanged heated glances across the table and I knew that Arthur was just as randy as I was! I was wearing a black evening dress with a low neckline and I calculated that if I leaned forward in a certain way he would be given a clear view of my ripe breasts. Just the thought of this had my titties standing erect and longing to be loved and sucked. It was all too much to bear so I slipped off my shoes and moved a silk-clad foot up between his legs. Under the cover of the linen tablecloth I was able to feel the meaty bulge between his legs and soon I was stroking the stiff length of his shaft with my foot. He began grinding his groin against me in desire but above the table was all calm as I softly declined the waiter's offer to refill my glass with some more bubbly. Arthur too looked stoical and except for the odd steamy glance when he thought no-one was looking, he never let on that his prick was threatening to burst out of the confines of his trousers. As perhaps you know, Arthur has a great sense of humour and before I knew it, he too had slipped off a shoe and I felt his foot insinuate itself between my legs. I was so aroused as his toes rubbed around my crotch that my silky knickers were soon wet with my juices. We could hardly wait to finish our meal and it was even more difficult to contain ourselves in the cab. But we managed to restrain ourselves until we were back in Arthur's London pied a terre in Welbeck Mews. No sooner had we walked into his front room than we began to tear off our clothes. Arthur has a fine physique and I admired his thick prick which was swelling by the second. I stood there trembling with excitement in the middle of his living room in just my silken knickers and stockings held up by my frilly garters. He took me in his arms and we kissed passionately. His cologne smelled beautifully and I adored the sensation of his abundant chest hair tickling my nipples. He put his hands around my bottom and presented his cock into my belly. I didn't touch it at first as I had no desire to appear a wanton but as he took my hand and wrapped my fingers around the throbbing shaft, I gently peeled back his foreskin whilst his fingertips slid their way into my now juicy pussey. “Egad! What a lovely little filly you are, Kitty! I must have you here and now,” said Arthur softly. “Come into the bedroom and I am going to take you from behind. You will enjoy it, I promise you.” Somewhat nervously I followed him into the bedroom and watched with interest as he smeared pomade on his burgeoning cock. Dear Arthur motioned me to stand by the side of the bed and then placed my left knee on the quilt. I leaned forward looking a little apprehensively over my shoulder as Arthur smoothed his hands over my buttocks and then pulled them apart as I felt his gorgeous knob jiggling between my now dripping cunney lips. He slowly slid his rampant pole into my juicy cunt and then withdrew all but an inch before slowly sliding it in again. He increased the tempo as he felt my excitement rising until with a grunt he slammed the entire length of his thick shaft inside me so that his black mossy grove of pubic hair brushed sensuously against my bum. Oh, how exciting it all was! In no time at all I was bucking and writhing like a crazed beast and I shouted out “Fuck me! Fuck me, darling Arthur!” in sheer unadulterated lust! Arthur too was now past the point of any return-“I am going to spunk into you, Kitty!” he shouted. “Here it comes!”-and with a delighted yell he pumped his jets of love juice just as I too reached the dazzling heights of a magnificent spend.