George Baccus - The Confessions of Nemesis Hunt

She waited while she undressed altogether, and then lifted my willing body and piled the cushions beneath me till my arse was lifted high above my head.

Then she sat herself behind me and I felt her warm body supporting mine, her knees round my waist, her arms clutched about me, her wet cunt oozing against a cheek of my bottom. It was a delicious position. She was herself backed up with pillows so that she half reclined with my body resting on her stomach, and His Highness, his cock almost at bursting point, stood and surveyed us.

It could not last long, I put my hands behind me and drove my fingers into her cunt for very wickedness. My legs were opened wide and I felt as if my whole body were one great gaping cunt.

His Highness lit a cigar; even in my anger at further delay, I could not help noticing the wonderful aroma. He blew the perfumed smoke over our bodies, while his hands slowly caressed me. He straddled over my expectant body, pressing his taut cock against my belly while he kissed the face of the woman behind me. Her hands were now messing with my cunt, and the smell of the escaping semen mingled with that of the cigar, and the delicate breath of the perfumes with which Madame's body was covered. Would he never come to the point, I thought. I would not ask, but all my quivering body begged for fucking, and he knew it!

He the lay upon me, his legs between mine, and discussed with Madame the many beauties of my body, and-well, at last he had me. We spent mutually. Madame then took me to the bathroom and bathed my tired body in scented water till new life glowed in it.

In an hour I was dressed. A caviar sandwich and a cocktail and Madame spirited me to the coach. His Highness, she said, would meet us at the L. and N.W.R. Hotel presently.

His Highness picked me up and we had a bracing drive, only just returning in time for me to go straight to the theatre. I met Jean in the passage.

"Well," he said, "what happened; why didn't you come home? I waited up."

"I wasn't well," I answered, "and thought it better to stop over for the night."

"That means that you slept with the Prince?"

"It doesn't."

"Come into my room." When we were alone, he pulled me on his knee and slid his hand up my clothes suddenly. "Those are not your drawers," and he drew my skirt up.

I had forgotten, they were some that Madame Kahn had given me, and what was worse-they had a coronet embroidered on them.

"You DID sleep with him?"

"Oh, well, if you must know: YES, I did! One doesn't get the chance of sleeping with a royal Prince every day-and it doesn't make any difference to my love for you, Jean."

"Oh, I don't mind, it's all in the business; what did he give you?"

"Nothing."

"You damned little fool; do you mean to say you slept with a Prince and got nothing-nothing?"

That nettled me and I left in a temper; I was beginning to find Jean out.

I had no chance to speak to Restall during the first act but he glanced quizzically at me. Going to my room in the interval, the hall keeper said there was a Commissaire to see me. The man wore the livery of a London hotel, which surprised me.

"I've come from London to bring you this, Miss," he said, "I've 'ad a 'ard job to get a train. Got down in four hours without a stop. Lord, it did shake, only one coach! Special train. 'Is Highness telephones me 'ow no expense was to be spared, but you must 'ave it tonight. Will you give me a receipt, Miss?"

I gave him a receipt, and opened the parcel and found a velvet case which I opened. A collar of pearls, black and white intermixed and obviously of enormous value. The clasp was a medallion of blue enamel, heavily set with diamonds and inscribed in small but very white diamonds:

To N. H. in remembrance of her delightful performance

It was a magnificent present and the double entendre of the inscription pleased me.

Halfway through Act II, I changed to a prince's costume. With that I could wear the collar. The prince, Madame Kahn and a young man were in the box, and I longed to wear it. There was a general gasp of astonishment in the dressing room when I put it on.

"Wherever did you get that? Why, it must be worth thousands."

I said an old admirer had sent it from London. As I was waiting in the wings for my cue, Restall bustled up to me. "Well, dear," he whispered, "how did it go?"

I pointed to my collar and at that instant a shaft of light from the opposite side illuminated the beautiful jewels.

"Good God, child, it is worth a fortune; whatever did you do to him?"

"If I show you, will you take it as payment of a commission?"

"Rather. Tonight?"

"No, wait till Sunday night, when we are not tired," and I pinched his thigh.

Presently a little note came from His Highness.

Dear Child:

The trifle becomes you well. I leave tonight for London. Send your permanent address to the Legation. We must not lose sight of each other.

When I next went on the stage, the box was empty. As the curtain fell, Restall stopped me. "You mustn't take that thing home, child; it's dangerous. Meet me in the bar and we'll put it in the theatre safe till you are back in London."

From Liverpool we were to cross to Doyglas, another sea voyage.

"Going to be a dirty night, I'm afraid," said one of our comedians.

"Speak for yourself," was the answer: "I'm going to sleep alone."

I did not get to bed but sat with one of the other girls in a corner of the saloon, concealed behind a curtain. On the other side were the men of the company, and gay and vulgar talk flashed between them.

This is one of the tales:

I knew a young man who got a roaring clap just three days before his wedding day. The doctor told him not to have connection with a woman for at least three weeks. What was he to do?

Well, when the happy pair eventually got to bed that night, the young man found that the girl was of a very hot nature and evidently expected something. So ducking his head, he applied his tongue to her clitoris and repeated his Paris triumphs in the licking off line, explaining to her that this alone was the famous nuptial act which her mother had led her to prepare for.

This continued for three weeks and the girl loved it, but at last the doctor pronounced her husband whole. With joy in his heart and a mighty horn at the root of his stomach, that worthy prepared to give her the coup de grace. But hardly had his swelling member won one inch within its proper chamber, when the girl leapt from him, exclaiming:

Now, then, none of your nasty "French tricks!"

But to resume:

A surprise awaited us at Douglas. Letty Latouche, Jean and I had engaged rooms together as usual, but on landing in the morning, Jean was confronted with a telegram recalling him forthwith. His wife was seriously ill.

He went by return boat, an understudy was summoned and one young man, who had been unable to find rooms, begged for Jean's, and I by no means rejected him. I found the feet of clay on my idol Jean and I had a sneaking regard for this boy. Why not a lustful week with him?

Jimmy Kendall was his name. We were hard at it in the theatre all day, but I soon saw that Jimmy had made up his mind what was to happen. A sly kiss when I told him it was all right about the rooms, settled matters.

Supper that night seemed near ending. I was done and ready for bed in ten minutes, but Jimmy and Letty kept on talking-I'm sure she did it on purpose. At last the old hag of a landlady skulked into the room to ask if we wanted anything more. That gave me my cue for bed and I went.

Jimmy made a bold pretence of kissing me good night, whispering that he would not be long. I was out of my clothes like a flash of lightning, and I sponged my body with warm perfumed water and slipped into my nightdress and slid in between the sheets. I was in a glow of apprehension when I heard the door open to admit-Letty.