Uncommon Places, Book 3 in Autumn Club Series

Chapter 15

Thomas lifted the dress over Bea's bottom as she bent over Damien. She was bare under the dress. Nothing to cover her wet pussy.

He dove in with his tongue leading the way. He started at her clit and worked up to her pussy hole. Back down he went. The next time up he continued to her asshole.

He dipped inside a few times before, going back to her clit. Thomas repeated the ministrations, throwing in stops all along the slit.

At this point, Bea was wiggling her bottom and almost forgetting her assigned task. But Damien reminded her with his thrusts. His hand was in the hair she had left down for the occasion. He pulled her down until she began to choke.

Through her struggle Bea noticed a man sit down two seats away. As she struggled more the man's hand on his cock started to move faster. He was masturbating quickly as she finally was pulled off of Damien.

Damien pulled her away from Thomas to a nearby settee. He placed her on her hands and knees. Damien poured some oil from a vile he had brought in his suit pocket.

He rubbed it over her asshole. He worked one and then two fingers inside. The process was slow, but Bea loved the feeling.

"Adam! Get under her. Fuck her pussy!" Damien ground out. He was getting desperate to continue getting his cock worked.

Thomas positioned himself so that he was laying under Bea. He lowered her down to his cock. "Good girl," he whispered to her.

Now that she was settled on Thomas, Damien decided he would begin his entry. He began to push his tip down into the tight hole. "Bear down," he instructed.

Bea used her pelvic floor to loosen up to allow Damien entry. And enter he did.

She now had both men inside her. For Damien it was only his tip, but Thomas was fully seated inside. After Bea confirmed she was fine, Damien began to move forward.

Bea looked to the side and saw about seven people watching them. They were a variety - submissives and dominants, males and females, young and old.

With his free hand, Damien reaches around and pulled down the décolleté of Bea's dress to expose her breasts. Thomas reached up and began to squeeze them. He pulled her nipples and caused her to start to move on both men.

Both men were now moving. They timed themselves perfectly in order to not make the situation uncomfortable for Bea. But Bea was in her own world. She had her audience and she loved it.

She wanted to perform her best. Show them how she could please and be pleased.

Following her instincts she pulled Thomas in for a blistering kiss. She pulled on his hair and felt his exposed chest.

Bea was so blissed out, she didn't realize that both men were on the verge of cumming. Their bodies were tightening. Their breathing was strained and through their teeth.

Finally the same broke and both men were cumming. And it occurred to Beatrix in that moment that it was the first time that Thomas had spent his seed inside her. Now that she was pregnant he could do so - so he did.

The intensity of the act caused Bea to also cum. She made sure to look around at their audience, and really let it take over her being.

With all three spent, they relaxed for a bit until they noticed others engaged in depraved acts.

After watching for a while and talking about what they liked seeing, they decided to leave. With Beatrix being pregnant, they did not want her to spend long days away from home.

As they were walking toward the front entrance, an extreme tall and broad man stopped Thomas. "Thomas?"

Thomas was a little taken aback. They weren't supposed to use real names for the sake of anonymity. "Um, yes," whispered back.

"Oh sorry," the man said placing his finger on his lips. "I forget at these things. Nathaniel. Nathaniel Blackwell."

"Ah! Nate!" Thomas whisper yelled. "Sorry. Yes! Whatever are you doing here? I thought only couples or polyamorous relationships were invited."

"Well, I'm friends with some of the founders. Plus since I'm a Duke, they decided to skirt the rules a bit. I did bring a partner," Nate said looking toward a woman that clearly was a prostitute. She petite and was dressed in clothing one would only associate with a school girl. "I have a certain...type."

"Ageplay, hm?" Damien piped into the conversation.

"Yes, I am a Daddy Dominant," Nate further explained. "I'm not really into the whips and chains you see down in 'Hell.'"

"I completely understand. I'm similar. I am a Daddy, too. But without the ageplay," Thomas said. "It is all about the nurturing for me."

"Exactly!" Nate added. "Mother keeps reminding me that I need to fulfill my obligations to my title. I just fear I will never have the type of relationship that will keep me faithful."

"You will find someone, your Grace," Bea chimed in. "I know a number of marriages that are highly unusual."

"One can only hope, my lady," Nate said. "Well, it is time for me to join the revels. I hope the three of you enjoyed your time here. It can take some getting used to."

"We did, your Grace," Damien spoke for them. "I think you shall be seeing plenty at us at these gatherings."

"Unless the marriage noose is around the ole neck! Off to London tomorrow to pack for my trip to Yorkshire. I'm sure some time away from...enjoyable events...will prepare me for marriage," Nate said with a chuckle as he waived farewell and took his companion in hand.

"I guess you are recognizable," Damien confirmed from their earlier conversation about being recognized at these gatherings.

"I told you! I'm too handsome to not recognize. I'm surprised that every-"

"We should leave before his head swells the size of the entryway," Bea said nudging Damien.

"Indeed," Damien replied. "Tommy, let's discuss how notable you are later. I am exhausted, and need a good nightcap and fuck before bed."

"Yes, my lord," Thomas said with a wink. This was going to be a long and memorable evening for all.

Once they were settling in the carriage, Bea spoke up, "Perhaps that Duke would be a good match for Camilla..."

"Don't even think about it!" Damien said. "I don't need you playing matchmaker among the perverts of the ton. They will find themselves if they are meant to be together."

"Like us, baby girl," Thomas added. "This was always in the cards for us - even when it seemed furthest from our path. And I couldn't be happier."

"I think I can speak for us all and say that is very true. But for the love of all things holy, let me nap for a bit!" Damien said, always the grump.

"Good night, my lord," Bea said. "And may all your dreams come true."

"They already have, love. They already have."

The End