The Diogenes Club

In the year of our Lord 1875, Lady Vivienne Caldwell, at the age of 22, lived by the ideals of the Victorian era —managing her household, hosting gatherings, and fulfilling the role of a dutiful wife. Trained in grace and submission, she never questioned her place.

But family whispers tell a different story. Passed from mother to daughter, her secret life reveals a woman who longed for more than the rigid confines of privilege.

Her transformation began at a garden party, one of many she endured with polite smiles. While discussing books with an acquaintance, the conversation took an unexpected turn.

"The Diogenes Club—have you heard of it?" her acquaintance whispered.

"Yes," Vivienne replied, puzzled by the unusual topic.

As far as she knew, it was an exclusive gentleman's club in London, discreet yet renowned. Unlike other clubs, this one was built on silence, secrecy, and anonymity. Its members—diplomats, intellectuals, and figures of hidden power.

"The Diogenes Club is not merely what it seems," the woman said. "For a young woman such as yourself, Vivienne, it may well unveil a world as yet unknown to you."

She pressed a folded note into Vivienne's gloved hand. "Read it—then consign it to the flames. And should you choose to pursue the path it reveals, steel yourself, for it is far removed from the life to which you have been accustomed."

Vivienne never burned the letter. The very one she held 150 years ago is now in my hands—its paper fragile, its ink faded, yet undeniably hers.

Rather than recounting mere facts, I've chosen to tell her story as I imagine it unfolded, capturing not just the events but the emotions of a woman who defied her world.

When Vivienne opened the note, she expected something cryptic. Instead, in neat, looping script, it simply read:

Marshall & Snelgrove, Tea Room.

She frowned. The department store, a favourite of London's elite, was all elegance and refinement. Its pastel tea room, with lace curtains and polished tables, seemed made for quiet gossip, not intrigue. She turned the note over and found a second message.

"Enquire after Patrick, the waiter, and do request a pot of acidic green tea."

Vivienne pondered the cryptic message. Tea rooms were predictable spaces, not known for clandestine exchanges. And "acidic green tea"? Nothing she'd ever order by choice.

Then there was Patrick. Why him?

Vivienne couldn't tell if this was a secret worth chasing—or just an elaborate joke.

She folded the note carefully, tucking it into her purse as questions swirled in her mind. She needed to find out more, she decided. Perhaps it would lead to nothing, but she needed to know.

On Monday, Vivienne travelled to London with her companion and very good friend Margaret. She had told no one her actual reason for visiting Marshall & Snelgrove, not even Margaret.

All morning, Vivienne and Margaret enjoyed shopping for dresses and accessories at Marshall & Snelgrove. As noon passed, Vivienne suggested tea. The room was as refined as she'd imagined.

When the waiter approached, Vivienne cleared her throat. "Pardon me, might I enquire whether Patrick is at hand? I was advised to seek him out."

Margaret looked up, intrigued but unsuspecting. The waiter nodded, his expression neutral, and disappeared without a word. A few moments later, Patrick arrived.

"Good afternoon, ladies," he said with a courteous smile. "In what manner may I be of service to you?"

Vivienne hesitated, then spoke carefully. "I should like to sample the acidic green tea, if you please."

Patrick's brow lifted almost imperceptibly, but he nodded. "But of course, madam. And may I enquire as to your companion's preference?"

Margaret, oblivious to the significance of Vivienne's order, smiled. "Darjeeling for myself, thank you."

Patrick returned with their tea shortly after, setting the delicate cups before them.

"Beg pardon, madam," he said, "but should it interest you, we have but recently acquired an exclusive shipment of French evening gloves—most singular in design, with lace overlays and the finest embroidery. I daresay they may well complement your most discerning taste."

Vivienne placed her cup down, her pulse quickening. This was the moment she realized. This was the invitation.

"I'd very much like to see them, indeed," she said.

Patrick nodded, "If you would be so kind—this way, madam."

As Vivienne rose from her chair, Margaret looked up in surprise. "Gloves? But you've already purchased a pair, have you not?"

"These sound... quite extraordinary," Vivienne replied, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. "I'll only be a moment."

Margaret frowned but waved her off, content to sip her tea.

Once they were away from Margaret, Patrick asked, "Have you ever partaken of acidic green tea before?"

Vivienne hesitated. "No, I must confess, I have not."

Patrick's polite smile tightened." My sincerest apologies, madam. I'm afraid we do not serve those unacquainted with it. One must be vouched for by a sponsor who has sampled the tea and can attest that you are suitably prepared before we can serve you."

Vivienne was disappointed. The journey had ended even before it began. She knew she couldn't let this mystery die.

"I am aware of The Diogenes Club," she blurted out.

Patrick paused; his expression carefully neutral. "Do you, madam?" he said, a hint of scepticism in his tone.

"Yes! And I am aware there are... secrets. Opportunities," she said, taking a shot in the dark and hoping that the vague allusions would make sense to Patrick.

"I am ready to learn more," she continued hastily before Patrick could interject. "You must admit—new clients are taken on eventually. Surely not everyone began with a sponsor."

Patrick studied her for a long moment, his sharp gaze assessing her resolve. "This is not a matter to be taken lightly," he said at last. "It demands both preparation... and trust."

"I'm prepared," said Vivienne, relieved that Patrick hadn't outright dismissed her request. "Whatever is required, I shall do it. Anything. Only... grant me entry."

"Anything' is a perilous word, madam," he said. "But your resolve has been duly noted.

"I can offer no assurances, but I shall see that your name is passed along. If you are found... suitable, someone shall make contact."

Vivienne nodded, her heart pounding. It wasn't a guarantee, but it was enough.

-

Two weeks later, a plain envelope arrived with no return address. Vivienne's hands trembled as she unfolded the single sheet inside:

Marshall & Snelgrove, Tea Room.

Arrive by noon, Wednesday, 14 July.

This was the next step she had been waiting for!

That evening, she told her husband, Lord Caldwell, that Margaret had invited her to a charity event in Mayfair. He accepted the explanation without question. In truth, Vivienne had no intention of troubling Margaret.

On 14 July, she returned to the tea room and asked for Patrick. A different man approached.

"I'm Patrick," he said with a polite smile.

Vivienne hesitated. "I thought—"

"There are many Patricks," he replied, cutting her off. "Shall we?"

He guided her towards the department store's fitting rooms and stepped inside one of the curtained cubicles, where he reached towards the wooden panelling. A soft click and a concealed door swung open, revealing a dimly lit passageway.

Vivienne's breath caught. She stepped inside, the door sealing shut behind her, leaving her enveloped in hushed darkness. Curiosity outweighed her unease. She followed him through winding hallways. The path twisted like a maze until they stopped before a large oak door.

Without a word, Patrick unlocked the door and pushed it open. Her breath caught as she crossed the threshold.

Inside stood another man, tall and impeccably dressed.

"Welcome to The Diogenes Club," he said.

"The Diogenes Club?" Vivienne asked, confused. "But how—?"

"Marshall & Snelgrove and the Club share a wall," the man explained. "There are discreet passageways between them meant to ensure privacy.

"Please follow me, Lady Caldwell."

The man led her down another corridor that ended at another elegantly carved door. As he opened it, she stepped into a richly furnished room, a stark contrast to the cold tunnel behind her.

The space was warm and inviting—deep mahogany furniture, plush armchairs, and a sprawling Persian rug soft beneath her feet. Sunlight streamed through a large French window, illuminating the intricate tapestries.

Seated casually in an armchair was a strikingly handsome man.

As Vivienne stepped inside, he rose smoothly, offering a polite bow. "Lady Caldwell," he said, his voice refined, measured. "A pleasure to meet you. My name is John."

She waited for more—a title, a surname, some mark of distinction. None came.

Vivienne tilted her head. "No surname?"

"Not here. In this place, last names are often unnecessary," said John with a polite smile.

"You are presently in one of the Stranger's Rooms at the Diogenes Club," he continued. "A space reserved for those not yet members, but who exhibit... potential.

"Publicly, membership is reserved for gentlemen. However, on rare occasions, certain women—those deemed most exceptional—are granted secret inclusion. You, Lady Caldwell, are here because you may be among them."

"And how does one prove themselves... suitable?" she asked.

"I shall put but a single question to you—one intended to gauge your preparedness for what lies ahead. It is of a personal nature—delicate, perhaps even shocking and indecent. You are at liberty to decline, of course, but should you do so, your application shall be considered withdrawn, and you shall be conveyed back without censure or reproach."

He paused, letting the silence weigh.

Vivienne's heart pounded, but her voice remained steady. "I understand," she said finally. "Ask your question, sir."

"Very well," he said. "Are you willing to pursue physical fulfilment outside the bounds of your marriage? Not merely in thought, but in deed?"

Vivienne was shocked. Her face burned at such an offensive question. The very question felt like an affront to everything she had been taught, every vow she had taken.

"Absolutely not," she said, her tone sharp. "I would never betray my husband in such a manner."

"But this is not a question of faithfulness," John countered in a calm tone. "It is a question of desire. The Diogenes Club does not seek those who are bound by convention, but those willing to explore the unknown. If you cannot take that step, then this may not be the place for you."

She should have walked out that very instant, but she did not. She froze, unable to speak or move. The silence in the room felt heavy. Could she truly abandon the principles that had guided her life?

Finally, John said, "Lady Caldwell, this is not a decision to be made lightly. What I am asking of you is not simple, nor is it without consequence.

"I want you to go back to the tea room and consider what I've said—carefully," he said. "Consider your desires, your boundaries, and the extent to which you are willing to push them. Take a few hours. If, upon reflection, you decide this path is not yours to walk, there shall be no shame. You will not be contacted again.

"But if you still wish to pursue becoming a member here, return to this room at three."

Vivienne rose, her thoughts racing.

Back at the tea room, sipping on a tea spiked with something more substantial than milk, Vivienne wrestled with her decision. The mere fact that she was considering the question at all shocked her.

Physical intimacy between her and her husband had been infrequent and mechanical. It had never been a source of pleasure.

Usually, she would have sought advice from Margaret, but there was no time, and this was not a matter to be discussed with her innocent friend.

By the time another Patrick arrived asking her if she would like to see a new pair of gloves, her mind was made up. She would return to The Diogenes Club. Why? She did not know the answer to that herself.

Vivienne retraced the same path, her heart racing as she followed the silent waiter down the hidden corridors to the Stranger's Room.

Inside, John stood near the fireplace, his hands clasped behind his back. He turned as she entered, his sharp gaze locking on hers. "Lady Caldwell," he greeted her. "You've returned!"

Vivienne nodded silently, second-guessing her decision.

"I presume you are prepared to venture into realms unknown?"

Vivienne nodded again. There was no turning back now.

"In that case," he said, his voice low, "kiss me. Upon the lips."

Her eyes widened. "I... I have never kissed anyone but my husband."

"Precisely why you ought to," he replied, unflinching. "It is a small act—but one that defies every rule you've been taught to obey."

She hesitated, her breath catching in her throat. "I shall try," she whispered.

John remained perfectly still, allowing her to decide the moment.

The kiss began hesitantly, her lips barely grazing his. But something shifted. The longer she lingered, the more her nerves unraveled. She leaned in again, this time with purpose, her mouth moving with a sudden, startling boldness. She kissed him fully and fiercely.

When she finally drew back, her breath came in short bursts, her pulse loud in her ears.

John's expression remained composed, but his eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction. "That," he murmured, "is how one takes the first step."

Vivienne swallowed hard, her thoughts a dizzying whirl of disbelief and exhilaration.

"Lady Caldwell, let's continue," said John, not allowing her the time to consider the weight of her actions and the potential consequences that might follow.

"Undress for me. Remove your clothing," he said, his tone reassuring as well as firm.

She blinked, startled, the faintest blush rising to her cheeks. "My clothing?" she echoed in surprise and shock.

"Yes," he said.

"Mr. John," Vivienne began, her voice steady even as her mind spun, "to kiss a stranger is scandal enough. To undress before one... it is mortifying. Unthinkable. Entirely unladylike. You ask too much of me."

She hesitated, trying to find a way out. "Even if I were willing—which I am not—I cannot manage it alone. My maid, Eliza, assists me with this nightly. It's not something I can easily do myself."

"Then permit me to stand in her stead," John said, unfazed.

Vivienne stared at him, stunned. She had no answer-no graceful escape.

Finally, she exhaled. "Very well. I've come this far. There's no use turning back now."

She turned around slowly, facing away from him—shoulders tense, every nerve on edge—waiting for whatever would come next.

John began at the back of the dress, his fingers nimbly undoing the tiny jet buttons along the bodice. The rich burgundy silk slipped free, revealing the tightly laced corset beneath. Layer by layer, the skirts were unfastened, the draped overskirt and embroidered underskirt falling away to reveal the stiffened petticoats underneath.

The corset came next, its laces tugged and loosened with steady precision. Vivienne took a deep breath as the pressure released; her figure no longer bound by the rigid stays. John helped her step out of the remaining petticoats, bustle, and the soft chemise and drawers.

Finally rid of her clothes, Vivienne stood naked, glistening in sweat, from fear, embarrassment, and shame.

Her ample breasts were round and firm, their dark nipples standing proud. A slim waist led down to hips that gently flared outwards. Between her legs, dark, curly hair framed her cunt. Her sculpted arse was taut from hours spent walking through gardens.

John stepped around to face her. "May I say, Lady Caldwell, you are even more breathtaking in the nude. It is no small honour to witness such unguarded beauty."

The words struck her hard, equal parts mortifying and thrilling.

Then he kissed her again.

His mouth was warm, sure, and when his tongue slipped past her lips, she gasped. She had never known a kiss could feel like this. She had never felt a man's tongue in her mouth

The kiss drove everything else from her mind. Her embarrassment, her shame, her sense of propriety.

"Now, I should like to teach you a few words and phrases—some of which you may find unfamiliar, others you may know, though perhaps have never spoken aloud."

Vivienne waited, intrigued.

He cupped her breasts. "Lady Caldwell, you have ample and firm bubbies."

"And, you possess a well-proportioned arse," he said squeezing her bottom.

He placed his palms on her crotch. "And you have a mass of beautiful bushy curls hiding your lovely twat."

'Bubby,' Arse,' 'Twat.' Vivienne blushed at those words. She felt arousal involuntarily bubbling up from deep within her.

"You sound like a filthy sailor!" she managed to say out loud.

"Your cunt appears to appreciate my words," said John placing his index finger on her moist vagina. A bead of moisture ran down his finger.

Vivienne felt exposed; her face grew redder.

"It would also serve you well to know a few words from the world yet to come."

Vivienne took a deep breath and decided to continue on with the conversation as if nothing had changed. But everything had. She was no longer the pure Victorian lady that she always had been and thought always would be.

"And how, sir, do you claim to know of such things?"

"The Diogenes Club invents the future. We set things in motion that one day will define the world we will live in. And words shape the world, do they not?"

"Let's hear them," Vivienne said.

"These are your 'tits' or 'boobs,'" he said, squeezing her large breasts and drawing a sharp intake of breath from Vivienne.

He then inserted the tip of his index finger into her cunt. "This is your 'pussy'"

And rubbing the side of her arse, he said, "this is your butt."

'Tits,' 'Pussy,' 'Butt,' 'Boobs,' Vivienne thought to herself. She enunciated them silently and felt the potency those expressions conveyed.

Without any further words, John lifted her and placed her gently on the armchair. He knelt before her on both knees, his face level with her tits. He grasped them in his hands and leaned forward to kiss them.

"Lady Caldwell, I must confess, you have the most gorgeous boobs I have ever seen."

More than his touch, the word 'boobs' excited her.

John squeezed her tits and leaned forward. He licked one of her nipples. His mouth then enveloped the erect bud, teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin as he sucked it into his mouth.

Vivienne was thrilled by this act. Despite her desire to let out a moan, she clamped her lips shut, acutely aware of the impropriety such an action would entail.

John stuffed more of her voluminous 'tits' into his mouth and sucked on them, causing a wave of pure ecstasy to wash over her. She felt so aroused by his actions that she instinctively reached out and grabbed his head, pushing more of her big 'boobs' into his already crammed mouth.

"My husband has never put his lips upon my breasts, for he has only ever groped them without providing such pleasurable and extraordinary sensations," she gasped.

"Pray, give attention to my other breast too."

"Tit" said John.

"Sir?" she asked, but soon understood his meaning.

She said, "Pray give attention to my other tit," and John complied without hesitation.

He pounced on her other breast, shoving it into his mouth, and with his hand, he kneaded the former.

Despite herself, Vivienne cooed. "More, sir! Please don't cease."

John immediately stopped, much to Vivienne's disappointment. Feeling ashamed of the lewd request, she opted not to ask why he had stopped.

John took a few deep breaths, composed himself, and asked, "Lady Caldwell, would you kindly part your legs for me?"

"Why, Mr. John," she asked, although she already knew the answer.

"So, I can access your cunt," he said bluntly.

Taken aback by another bold and indecent statement, Vivienne remained silent and again unable to move or speak.

John took matters into his own hands and placed his hands on her thighs. Vivienne allowed him to spread her legs. John placed his lips on her inner thighs and kissed them.

She was the lady of the Caldwell house, Vivienne thought, and ladies like her didn't allow strangers to expose them and kiss their most intimate parts.

John's lips moved higher, his tongue leaving a trace of saliva on her sensitive skin, until finally, he reached his destination. Her pussy.

Vivienne still frozen, unable to move, neither stopped him nor encouraged him. John licked the length of her slit coming to rest on her rapidly swelling clit. The tip of his tongue on the bud sent a thrill through her.

Vivienne stifled another gasp, not wanting to betray her feelings.

John started moving his tongue fast on her clit and occasionally let it slip down into her wet cunt. When he did so, he slurped out large amounts of pussy juice from her slit.

Vivienne couldn't keep her pleasure trapped any longer, and she moaned out loud. At first, she felt a rush of embarrassment, but then let go of all her inhibitions.

Involuntarily, Vivienne wrapped her legs around John's neck as he worked on her clit relentlessly. She pulled his head deeper into her as her orgasm threatened to overcome her. But before she could cum, John pulled away, releasing himself from her vice grip.

Vivienne was frustrated at being left high and dry. She wanted to scream at him and ask him to continue, but she could only manage - "Mr. John, that was quite remarkable. Pray, tell me, why did you cease? Have we concluded our... umm... activities for the evening?"

"We have not yet concluded, my dear. There remains further business to attend."

"What shall we do next?" she inquired.

"I want you to touch me," he said, standing up tall. "Undo my pants and release my cock."

Another bold request, but this time she did not freeze.

Vivienne reached out tentatively, her fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with the buttons on John's trousers.

She popped open one button after another until finally, John's trousers lay open.

"Take it out," John said gently, yet firmly.

And so Vivienne did as she was told, her fingers shaking slightly as she pulled out his flaccid but still impressive cock.

"I must confess," she began not knowing what to do next, "my husband has never allowed me such intimacy... He prefers to take matters into his own hands before penetrating me."

John's eyes locked with hers. "Then perhaps you shall learn something new this day.

"Make it erect. Stroke it, Lady Caldwell."

Vivienne nodded again. She reached out and gently took hold of his cock, which, despite being limp, exhilarated her.

He smiled, encouraging her.

Vivienne began to stroke him slowly and unsteadily, yet firmly. Her eyes never left his face.

As Vivienne continued her ministrations, John's cock began to respond, swelling under her tender touch. It grew hard, lengthening until it stood proud before them.

Vivienne's heart pounded in her chest as she gazed upon the formidable thing. It felt hot, heavy, and incredibly hard in her hand. She couldn't help but marvel at its size, feeling a surge of excitement and triumph at the transformation she had been able to achieve.

"What comes next?" said Vivienne this time with more confidence.

"I would like you to take my cock into your mouth, Lady Caldwell."

Vivienne's confidence was sucked out as quickly as it had built up.

"I... I have never done this before," she admitted, "Please, sir, ask something else of me."

"My lady," he said, "I understand your apprehension. I'm not here to judge you. But I must remind you that if you choose not to proceed, you will no longer be able to visit the Diogenes Club."

"Please, sir," she pleaded. "I will do this another day when I am more prepared. Ask anything else of me today. Anything."

John pondered over the request, and he finally asked her directly, "Will you take me in your cunt? In your pussy?"

"In my pussy?" she asked.

John nodded. "Yes."

"Mr. John, since the time you licked my cunt, I have desired you. Desired you to fuck my pussy, like you so crudely put because I am yet unfulfilled," said Vivienne surprising herself at saying it out loud.

John, his eyes ablaze with desire for the first time, lifted Vivienne from her chair. He carried her to a mahogany desk that dominated one corner of the room.

"Are you ready, Lady Vivienne?" he asked, his cock hard, and its tip glistening., and for the first time, addressing her by her first name.

"Yes, I am ready," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her husband her only fucked her on a bed, missionary style, and she was looking forward to this.

Vivienne felt John's cock head on her pussy lips. Then, he thrust forward, entering her in a single fluid movement.

Her pussy was in such a state of wetness that his cock slipped in without any resistance.

A loud cry escaped Vivienne.

He paused for a moment and then started relentlessly pounding her cunt. Her cunt that had, before that day, only been fucked out of duty and never out of desire.

As they moved, Vivienne's breath came in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by a moan. John grunted in his deep voice, joining her. Each thrust became deeper, harder, their moans filling the room.

Suddenly, Vivienne cried out loud, "Jooohhnnn!!" Her body shuddering and shaking the desk as she orgasmed. Her whole world came crashing down on her as she finally found release.

John continued fucking her till her orgasm abated and then pulled out.

"John, why did you cease? Did you climax too?" she asked, gesturing towards his still-erect prick.

"There is more to be done before I can finish," he said.

"What more is there to be done?" she asked.

He answered with action instead of words.

With gentle yet firm hands, he lifted Vivienne from the desk and set her down onto the plush carpet.

He lightly kissed her on her lips and said, "Turn around now, dear. Bend over upon the desk and present yourself to me."

Vivienne's heart raced as she complied with his request, turning away from him and bending at the waist until her hands rested flat upon the surface of the mahogany table.

"Part your arse for me," John commanded.

Vivienne's could not imagine a lady of her standing willingly spreading her arse for anyone. Not even her husband. Yet, she obeyed.

She reached back, her fingers trembling slightly, and spread her arse cheek wide apart, exposing her backdoor.

She could sense John admiring the view. His gazed focussed on the hole between her arse cheeks.

Then she felt contact! John was kissing her down there!

John's tongue traced slow circles around her dark hole and then stabbed directly into it.

His tongue against the puckered flesh thrilled her in a way quite unlike the orgasm she had just had. It was the forbidden nature of this act that excited her.

Vivienne could feel her arsehole respond to his touch, growing sensitive as he continued to lick it with an almost savage intensity.

"Oh, dear heavens," Vivienne gasped. "This sensation is quite remarkable!" With a sudden, involuntary movement that surprised even her, she thrust her bottom back against his tongue, seeking to deepen their connection.

Almost immediately, she also felt fingers brushing against her pussy. John had slipped one hand beneath her and was now probing her cunt with slow, deliberate strokes.

The sensation of his finger within her pussy and his tongue on her arsehole was too overwhelming for her not to moan.

John withdrew his well-lubricated finger from her cunt causing Vivienne to sigh in frustration.

But then she felt a slight pressure from John's finger on the hole his tongue had unsuccessfully tried to penetrate.

At first, her arsehole resisted any intrusion, remaining clenched shut. But the heavily lubricated finger and the well licked asshole could not hold out for long. The index finger pushed past the entrance and gradually slipped in.

Vivienne felt disbelief as she realized what was happening - but even as her mind recoiled in shock at the thought of a finger in a hole that was not meant for penetration, her body responded with sensations of pleasure.

As John slid his finger in and out of her arse, Vivienne couldn't help but moan louder, her inhibitions falling away.

Then, suddenly she felt the finger removed and something else on her rear hole; a cock,.

Vivienne felt horror at the thought. "No!" she said for the second time that evening. "Not there!"

The cock remained where it was. Still pressing lightly against the shut opening, John said, "Lady Caldwell, your repeated refusals present us with an obstacle in the progression of your membership application."

"I am not yet prepared," said Vivienne apologetically. "I am still acclimatizing to this novel situation."

John said nothing, but eased the pressure on her arsehole.

Vivienne continued, "I am aware that you may decline my humble request to be admitted as a member of your esteemed club. However, permit me to at least bring you to climax.

John still did not say anything.

"Pray, please keep my arse cheeks parted."

John finally nodded and held her arse cheek spread open as Vivienne released them.

She reached behind her and took his throbbing prick, still touching her arsehole, in her hands, and began stroking it with force and purpose.

Unable to control his building orgasm, John started pumping in and out of her fist. With a final thrust into her stroking hand, his cock twitched and released a hot stream of cum into the valley between the ass cheeks that he was holding open.

Vivienne gasped at the sensation of viscous warm liquid hitting her exposed arsehole before running down her inner thighs.

Seconds ticked away as the couple enjoyed their release. Then John returned to his armchair, his trousers still undone and his limp cock still sticky with their fluids.

Across from him, Vivienne reclined in her chair, unapologetically basking in the afterglow of their encounter.

"Did you find the experience... enlightening?" John inquired.

Vivienne replied without hesitation, "Indeed, I did."

She continued after a pause, "I am aware that I have failed in completing two of the tasks you set before me. Yet, I ask—might there be some way in which I may make amends?

I am willing to try again when next we meet... if indeed we are to meet again."

"I admire your resolve to persist. The club seeks those who persevere, and thus, I feel obligated to grant you one more attempt. However, I do understand that this is but a trial. For final acceptance, you must submit to a true test."

"A test? Of what nature?"

"Of your worthiness, naturally. As matters stand, you would not yet prevail. Further practice is required. Do you still wish to pursue this path?"

"I do."

"Then, I shall meet you here again, at the same hour, on the same day, one week hence. We shall resume the work."

--

In the days following, Vivienne resolved to suck John's cock the next time she met him. However, she still could not bring herself to think about her arsehole. "One matter at a time," she said to herself.

Over the course of the week, she practiced by sucking on a cucumber. "It bore no great difference from his cock," she told herself.

She also marvelled at how quickly words like cock, cunt, and arsehole had become part of her vocabulary.

It was on a brisk Wednesday afternoon that Vivienne returned to London. Though she wanted to be alone, her companion Margaret insisted on joining her, and Vivienne, unable to refuse without awkwardness, reluctantly agreed. She decided to fake illness upon arrival and excuse herself under the pretence of returning home.

Not long after parting ways with Margaret, she found herself at the Diogenes Club, where John occupied his usual armchair.

"Ah, Lady Vivienne," he said, "I trust you are at last prepared—for the test?"

"The test? But I was given to understand it would not commence until a later date. I had thought today was merely to resume our previous exercises... to attempt those aspects in which I faltered. I am—" she straightened her shoulders, "—better prepared this time."

John looked at her.

"Then I must offer my sincerest apologies, for it seems I have misled you. There shall be no further opportunity for rehearsal. The time is upon us. You must either face the test now, or relinquish the chance altogether."

"Might I at least be informed of what is to come? Its nature? Its length?"

"I do hope you have taken luncheon," he said, "for the trial will most certainly carry us through till evening. By then, I daresay, you shall be both quite famished—and thoroughly spent."

Her eyes widened slightly.

"You mean to say it shall last for hours?"

"Indeed," he replied.

For a moment, neither spoke. Then, with a calm resolve, Vivienne lifted her chin.

"Very well," she said. "Let us begin."

John rang a bell, and a valet and a maid stepped in silently.

"They are here to assist us in disrobing. In the future, should you require aid in donning or removing your gown and corset, you need only summon them. I am well aware such a task is seldom accomplished without assistance."

The butler stepped behind her and deftly proceeded to undo the strings at her back. The maid worked on John's outfit. After removing the all other pieces of clothing, when the maid finally his drawers down, John's cock sprang out of its shackles. It was very erect and very hard. Vivienne gasped at the living, breathing member, which seemed far more formidable than the cucumber she had been practicing on.

John and Vivienne admired each other's naked form silently.

John broke the silence, "Come now, my dear—fill your mouth with my cock. Let me see that you are truly prepared to take the next step."

The maid held the base of John's erect cock for her. Vivienne stood still. This was quite a departure from the last time, when they had slowly progressed. They were alone. They did not have a maid helping out with her chores. Finally, she walked to John and knelt before him. His hard cock pulsed near her lips.

John gently held Vivienne's head and brought it to his cock. Vivienne could smell him. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

"Cucumber, Cucumber," she thought to herself. "This is no different from what I have been practicing with the past week."

With that thought in mind, she encircled the head of his cock with her lips. It felt nothing like the cucumber. His cock was hot and had a life of its own. Pre-Cum was oozing out of its tip. She felt it on her tongue, and she tasted it, and her tongue instinctively licked it.

"Ummm.." said John in a deep voice. "Good .."

She felt the maid's hand release the cock and then place it at the back of her head, and gently push Vivienne down on the cock, helping her take more of him in. Unlike the cucumber, she did not have time to adjust. Vivienne appreciated the help because, without it, she may have been stuck, paralyzed by the moment. She swallowed more and more of the hot, hard flesh in till she had reached the base. She could feel the cock head all the way at the back of her throat. She had practiced how to relax her throat and breathe through her nose. That paid off because, without knowing to do so, she would have gagged or choked on that massive slab of meat. The maid pulled her head back, but her lips were sealed tight against the rod as it pulled out of her mouth.

"Very good!" moaned John.

Then she repeated the up and down motion without the maid's help. She soon relaxed and started enjoying the lively cock sinking in and out of her mouth and throat. Her head was spinning at the thought of her actually sucking a real cock. This was real!

Unlike when she was sucking on the cucumber, her hands were free. She used her right fist to grab the base of John's cock just the way she would hold the cucumber. She instinctively started stroking the cock with her right hand as her head bobbed on the cock. With her left hand, she reached out and cupped John's swollen balls. It felt like the most natural thing to do.

John moaned again.

The door creaked open behind her, and a familiar voice rang out, tinged with amusement.

Well, well... it would seem you are enjoying yourself heartily, and not the least bit unwell."

Vivienne froze, nearly choking in surprise. "Margaret!" she thought. "What on earth is she doing here?"

"Ah-ah," the voice continued, light and gently reproachful. "I am aware, my dear, that you possess a myriad of inquiries for me to address, but no questions just yet, if you please. Surely you know it is most improper to speak whilst your mouth is so very full."

Margaret stepped into view behind John.

"You are wondering what brings me here, are you not? 'Poor little Margaret,' ever so modest and unassuming. Your dear companion—yet never once did it occur to you to place your confidence in me."

She gave a playful shrug, then crossed her arms with a touch of mischief.

"Well then, permit me to astound you: I am, in truth, a member of this very club. More than that, I am the one who orchestrated the entire affair. For, you see, I have always believed in you, Vivienne. I truly have. You belong here, whether or not you yet perceive it."

Margaret paused, letting the words settle before delivering the final revelation.

"And one more thing: I am one of your assessors!"

Vivienne was shocked, but she didn't stop moving. She moved her eyes up to meet Maragaret's but she kept working John's cock throughout.

"You passed the first test!" Margaret declared, a glimmer of satisfaction in her voice. "Not even I succeeded in diverting your attention."

She lifted a hand and made a slight motion toward the valet standing discreetly nearby. At once, as if summoned by silent command, he approached and positioned himself behind her. Without a single word exchanged, he began to undress her.

Margaret exhaled, allowing herself the smallest sigh of indulgence. "He's quite exceptional, isn't he?" she murmured, glancing at Vivienne with a sly smile. "One of the club's many... unspoken luxuries."

In a few moments, Margaret was also as naked as John and Vivienne, and she moved behind Vivienne, away from her view.

Shortly after, Vivienne felt a finger in her pussy! Margaret's finger!

"Good heavens, that is a most moist and inviting twat!" exclaimed Margaret.

"Bravo! You've scored another point," she said. "A cock in your mouth clearly stirs your passions, an inclination most becoming, and quite in keeping with what we expect of future members of this club.

"John, my dear, is she performing to your satisfaction? Do you find pleasure in her mouth? How would you rate her performance?"

"I must confess that she is simply extraordinary," he said between gasps as Vivenne sucked harder. "She handled my prick most admirably. As you can observe, she is taking me deep into her throat without so much as a hint of discomfort or hesitation. One would never have imagined it to be her initial foray into such an act."

"Bravo, my dear Vivienne! I shall grant you an additional point."

Vivienne felt pride at the compliment.

"Now, quite enough of this oral indulgence," Margaret said, content with Vivienne's efforts. "Release Mr. John's cock now, dear. I have a different notion in mind for you."

Vivienne freed John's dick and stood up. She eyed the naked Margaret, who had always dressed conservatively, even as a kid. But here and now, she was stunningly beautiful. Her petite frame hid her large breasts until now; They weren't as big as hers, but they were impressive in their own right.

"Good heavens, you are most captivating!" Viviene said. "I had no idea how lovely you were beneath your garments."

Margaret looked pleased with the compliment. She said, "If you find me so captivating, the next one is going to be quite easy. "Pray, lick my cunt with the same fervour you were devouring Mr. John's cock with"

Margaret lay on the floor, her legs bent at the knee and spread wide.

Vivienne had imagined a lot of things, but had not thought of licking another cunt. She closed her eyes as she felt a nervous thrill run down her.

Just as Vivienne was about to make her way between Margaret's thighs, she flipped over and thrust her arse back.

"I have reconsidered," she said. "Kiss my arsehole instead."

Vivienne opened her eyes in confusion and surprise.

"Huh?" was the only sound she could manage.

"Attend to my bum," Margaret repeated.

Vivienne got down on all fours behind Margaret. Her heart thumped loudly as she considered her options.

"Get on with it," said Margaret impatiently.

Vivienne spread Margaret's arse open wide, exposing her tight arsehole. She took in the lovely sight of a pinpoint of a hole surrounded by tight wrinkles. She reached out and touched the hole.

"What am I doing?" she thought. "This is unseemly. This is indecent."

She leaned in getting closer to the valley between her arse cheek. The aroma from Margaret's arse hit her. In a perverse way, it was intoxicating. She got closer and inhaled and took a deep breath of her arse scent. Then she decided to go for it.

She stuck her face in between her arse cheeks and shot out her tongue. It made contact with the centre of the hole. It tasted salty. Was it the sweat or the natural taste of an arsehole? She did not know.

Margaret cooed when Vivienne's tongue touched her hole. Before today, Vivienne had never laid eyes on a butthole and now she was licking one! All her senses were aroused. The sound of Margaret moaning, the salty taste of her hole, the texture of the wrinkles surrounding the hole, the smell of sex and the touch of her arse.

Just as Vivienne had started enjoying licking her arsehole, Margaret moved away, taking her delicious arse away from her. She looked at John and nodded at him. John, who understood this signal, lay down beside Margaret. His prick, still slick from Vivienne's saliva, was hard as a rock and straining to go.

Margaret mounted John. She held the base of his thick cock and gently eased it into her wet cunt. Once adjusted, she leaned forward, kissing John, and braced herself with her elbows on either side of John's head. John held her in her tight embrace, keeping her body tightly pressed against his. Her tits were squashed on his chest. Margaret started moving her butt up and down, her cunt sliding on John's pole. Vivienne was mesmerized by the incredible sight. Only Margaret's bottom half was moving up and down, while the rest of her body, hip up, was stationary.

Margaret said, in between sharp breaths, "Carry on, my dear. Do continue to feast upon my arsehole." John spread his legs to make room for Vivienne.

Vivienne didn't know what to do. Margaret's arse was moving too fast. She got on all fours behind Margaret and got a close-up view of Maragret's pussy stretched wide, and moving up and down the slick pole.

"Cease moving," Vivienne said. "Allow me to adjust my position."

Margaret stopped moving and thrust her bum back with John's massive rod deep within her. Vivienne spread her arse cheeks and buried herself between them. The smell of her arse mixed with that from her cunt and John's prick was a heady mix. She stabbed at Vivienne's arse with her tongue and tasted the salty hole again.

John started thrusting this time. Vivienne resumed the exploration of Margaret's bum as John' speared her pussy. When he pushed in really hard, she could feel his big, heavy-with-cum balls slap against her chin. She enjoyed the rhythmic tapping of her face by his balls.

John and Margaret were moaning louder and louder as each moment passed by. As much as she was enjoying eating Maragret's arse, and feeling John's balls on her face, Vivienne felt empty inside.

The room was full of loud sounds, and no one heard another man enter. Vivienne had her face deep between Margaret's arse cheeks when she felt hands on her butt. She froze momentarily.

A few seconds later, she felt something large, warm, and round pressing against her pussy. She knew it was a cock head. On any other day, she would have been appalled at the situation, but today, she didn't care. She wanted a dick inside her. Without waiting for the man to penetrate her, she pushed back with all her might. Her slick wet pussy easily engulfed his erection.

The cock was hot and long. She could feel every inch of it sliding deep within her. At last, she had something in her. The owner of the cock pulled her arse back and thrust harder into her pussy.

Vivienne moaned with pleasure; her voice filled with pure joy. The man grunted as he exerted himself, pulling her back even further to drive his dick deeper into her cunt. Margaret's arse was temporarily forgotten. Vivienne was too busy enjoying the intense sensations coursing through her body.

"Fuck me, stranger," urged Vivienne.

Margaret, frustrated by Vivienne's distraction, commanded, "Put your mouth back where it ought to be."

Vivienne was unable to keep still or maintain enough composure to continue eating Margaret's arse.

A thought came to her. She took her index finger and placed it at the base of John's cock. Each time he slammed into Margaret, a mix of pussy juice and pre-cum dripped onto Vivienne's finger. She looked at Margaret's tightly shut arsehole and decided it was time for it to open up. With her well-lubricated finger, she pushed against the entrance. To her surprise, it easily slid in!

Margaret gasped, but she did not resist. Vivienne pushed her finger all the way and Margaret gripped it tight wither her arsehole. She pulled it back out a little and pushed it back in. She enjoyed the thought of her finger being deep inside Margaret. She started finger fucking her arse. First slowly and then harder. Margaret's moans doubled.

The unknown man continued pounding Vivienne, driving her closer and closer to orgasm with each thrust. Vivienne kept her eyes on John's throbbing cock as it drove in and out of Margaret's pussy, while her finger slid in and out of Margaret's arsehole. Without warning, John exploded inside Margaret, his hips bucking wildly as he filled her with his cum.

Margaret, feeling John's hot seed spill inside her, cried out. The unknown man behind Vivienne sensed a change and increased the intensity of his thrusts, driving deeper into her wet pussy. Vivienne increased her tempo in and out of Maragaret's arse.

Vivienne watched as John pulled out of Margaret, leaving a trail of cum dripping from her swollen pussy lips.

Margaret pulled away from Vivienne, rolled off John, and fell beside him.

Vivienne, who was still being pounded by the stranger, his each thrust slapping loudly against her arse was unable to think.

She instinctively inserted her finger into Margaret's arsehole again, this time from a different angle.

Margaret's cum filled cunt lay invitingly open before her. Without thinking, Vivienne leaned forward and placed her lips on Margaret's leaking pussy. She licked the length of the slit from bottom to top, feeling the mix of John's cum and Margaret's pussy juice on her tongue. It was delicious!

She sucked in more of the pleasure nectar from Margaret's twat. Margaret gasped. "Lady Vivienne, what a pleasure to experience you debasing yourself!"

With her cum-coated tongue Vivienne proceeded to lick Maragaret's clit while continuing to invade her arsehole.

As she fingered Margaret's arsehole, Vivienne couldn't help but imagine the sensation of having something inside her own arse.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Margaret's body convulsed as she came loudly. Vivienne's own orgasm threatened to surface while watching Margaret cry out with uncontrollable pleasure.

The unknown man behind Vivienne sensed her arousal peaking and increased his pace, slamming into her with ferocity.

"Climax like I just did," urged Margaret.

Vivienne's orgasm crashed down upon her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she screamed out in pleasure. The unknown man paused his movement once Vivienne was spent.

She collapsed onto the floor beside Margaret, panting heavily.

The mysterious man stepped into view, still wearing his starched white shirt and black waistcoat, but without any piece of clothing below his waist. His erect cock was substantial. Much thicker and longer than John's.

"Bravo, Mycroft!" Margaret exclaimed. "You didn't spill your seed?"

"Not yet," said Mycroft, snapping his finger. The maid appeared and began undressing him deftly.

"Lady Caldwell, I must express my admiration for your performance," said Mycroft.

Vivienne blushed deeply and found herself at a loss for words, so she just nodded in response.

Once he was naked, Mycroft said, "She is ready." The maid nodded in acknowledgment and disappeared.

A few minutes later, she heard footsteps approaching, and a hush fell over the room.

The figure leading the way was unmistakable; it was none other than the Prime Minister! And right behind him strode Queen Victoria, the reigning monarch of the United Kingdom.

"Ah, is this the new apprentice?" asked the Prime Minister.

"Indeed, sir," replied Mycroft.

"Has she passed her trials thus far?"

"Yes, indeed."

"Do share with us, my good man."

"Her oral abilities are quite remarkable. I was given to understand that, until today, she had never once tasted a cock. For a novice, she displays an astonishing degree of skill.

"Moreover, she licked Lady Margaret's arse and even probed it with her fingers. She also consumed Mr. John's seed from the Lady's cunt, bringing her to climax in the process."

"And lastly, I took her pussy, and she welcomed me most heartily. A free-spirited, uninhibited, and liberated young woman," Mycroft concluded.

"Very Good," said the Prime Minister.

"Lady Caldwell, we are most pleased to hear you've enjoyed Lady Margaret's cunt so heartily," said the Queen in her royal voice. "Will you lick our muff too?" asked the Queen.

Shock rendered Vivienne speechless. She just nodded and curtseyed.

The Queen snapped her finger, and the butler appeared again. Silently, he undressed the Queen out of her voluminous black attire.

Queen Victoria's days of youthful, petite beauty were long gone. Now, in her fifties, she was a short, stout, and stern figure. Her bright blue eyes held Vivienne's gaze as the man unclothed her.

The Queen walked over to the large desk and sat on top of it. Vivienne took in the Queen's nude form.

Unattractive as she seemed, fully clothed, naked, Vivienne found her attractive in a way that people find beauty in an ugly painting. Her massive, sagging breasts appeared like heavy, juicy fruits ready to be devoured. Her butt was big and round and she wanted to kiss them and lick them the way she had Margaret's.

So, when Queen Victoria spread her legs and exposed her fanny, Vivienne found it mouth-watering.

While the valet was working on the Queen's outfit, the maid was helping the prime minister out of his suit.

Unlike Queen Victoria, the prime minister's look was a deliberate part of his brand - mysterious, elegant, yet undeniably theatrical.

He was lean and of medium to tall build with a narrow, angular face. Vivienne was drawn to his power and his flair. As layers of clothing were shed, Vivienne's anticipation for seeing the Prime Minister's cock rose. Once finally freed from his drawers, Vivienne wasn't surprised to find that the most powerful man in the world also had a member of respectable size. It still wasn't fully erect, and it wasn't huge like Mycroft's, but quite formidable in its own right.

The prime minister walked over to the desk and stood beside the Queen. The Queen cleared her throat, and Vivienne approached her cautiously. Despite her intense arousal and desire to take the Queen, respecting royalty was deeply ingrained in her nature. It wasn't within her character to simply pounce upon the Queen's pussy without permission.

Initiating the encounter, the Queen gently kissed Vivienne on the lips. Vivienne felt a newfound sense of excitement and anticipation wash over her. Eager to continue, the Queen explored Vivienne's mouth with her soft, moist tongue.

As their kiss deepened, the Queen arched her back and presented her enormous 'melons,' drawing Vivienne's attention. Vivienne couldn't resist; she grasped the two massive orbs in her small hands and squeezed them firmly. Her fingers then traced gentle circles around the Queen's large, erect nipples before applying firm pressure. She mashed the nipples with her palms, making the Queen shiver.

The Queen seized Vivienne's head, guiding it towards her cleavage. Uncertain of what to do next, Vivienne found herself nestled between the Queen's generous bosom while still eagerly squeezing and massaging them.

For the first time since they had gotten naked, Queen Victoria uttered a sound; not quite a word, but a regal coo. Encouraged by this audible approval, Vivienne swayed her head from side to side, lavishing the inside of Queen's breasts with licks and kisses.

In the meantime, Margaret had knelt before the Prime Minister, who was leaning against the desk, and was devouring his cock with fervour. She was bobbing her head up and down with a ferocity that was truly befitting of the Prime Minister of the empire.

The Queen gently pushed Vivienne's head away from her 'melons' and said, "Time to lick our muff, dear."

Hearing the Queen command her to eat her pussy, Vivienne was half nervous and half filled with pride. She was going to eat Queen Victoria's cunt! What an honour, she thought.

The Queen placed her foot on the table, leaned back, braced herself with her hands behind her, and spread her legs wide. She was perched high on the table, so Vivienne had to bend at her hips to reach her muff.

She was presented with a sight of Queen Victoria's hairy pubic. Peaking from behind the hair were her pronounced pussy lips and her button of a clit.

The Queen's cunt was truly marvellous. Vivienne dove between the Queen's thighs after taking a close look at the tantalizing sight, which aroused her and got her own cunt dripping. Placing her mouth on the Queen's pussy lips, she kissed them passionately, her tongue slipping into the slit. The moist pussy and its strong scent overpowered Vivienne's senses as she sucked the Queen's juices eagerly.

After kissing her pussy deeply, she turned her attention to the clit. She gently sucked the clit into her mouth.

"Goodness me!" the Queen exclaimed in a husky voice. Simultaneously, she closed her legs, trapping Vivienne's head. Vivienne stretched both her arms and grabbed the Queen's arse from behind, and pulled her crotch firmly into her mouth.

In a moment, and for the second time that evening, she felt an unseen hand on her butt. The hand squeezed her cheeks before patting them. Vivienne's position, with her head trapped between the Queen's thighs, had her upper body almost parallel to the table while her behind was deliciously exposed.

The hands spread her arse cheeks and placed a finger on her arsehole.

"That is a most delightful arse," said the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister! Admiring her bum! While she was enjoying the Queen's cunt, no less. It was almost too wonderful to be real.

"Indeed, sir," replied John.

"Margaret dear, do me the kindness of assuming a similar posture as Lady Caldwell and part your legs."

Vivienne sensed Margaret place her hands on the table beside the Queen.

The Prime Minister positioned himself behind Margaret. A soft moan escaped her lips as his cock slid into Margaret's pussy. With each measured thrust, Margaret let out a hushed "Ahh," lost in pleasure. The rhythmic sounds continued for several moments before suddenly ceasing.

"Why?" thought Vivienne. "Had he already reached his climax?"

Then she felt his hands spread her arse cheeks again. This time, instead of a finger, she felt something slick, substantial. - The Prime Minister's cock head!

"And, has no man ever penetrated the lady's arse before?" inquired the Prime Minister.

"No, sir," responded John.

"A virgin passage," he mused aloud.

"Indeed, a most virgin opening, sir," confirmed John.

The Prime Minister pressed against her back door, and a jolt of shock reverberated through Vivienne's mind. "Oh no! Oh no!" she thought frantically as the realization set in that he was about to penetrate her arse with his thick member. The swollen head of his cock felt immense and overwhelming against her constricted opening.

Vivienne had not dealt with the question of how to manage a cock in her arse. She had been solely focussed on learning how to suck a cucumber while pushing out the thought that her rear would eventually and inevitably be penetrated.

She tried to protest, but her face was trapped between Queen Victoria's powerful thighs, her mouth buried in her warm twat. She felt the Prime Minister applying pressure a little harder against her resistant sphincter, but the door stayed shut.

His slick cock dripping with Margaret's juices painted a vivid image in her mind as she imagined the fluids coating it trickling into her forbidden portal.

The Prime Minister relentlessly pressed against Vivienne's now damp anal opening. "This rear entrance seems determined not to let me in," he said.

Vivienne felt an immense pressure on her arsehole, and then it yielded. His sizable cock head breached her entrance. The ring around her hole gripped the shaft tightly.

"This is an exquisitely tight hole," he murmured hoarsely. " I am most grateful for your invitation, Mycroft."

The Prime Minister slowly but steadily pushed his fleshy member further into Vivienne's arse. She felt her opening stretch to accommodate his thick girth as it delved deep within her. Eventually, he was fully embedded inside her virgin arse.

Gently at first, then with a steady rhythm, the Prime Minister began thrusting in and out of her arsehole.

"Do take Margaret's bum, my dear John," the Queen said.

Margaret thrust her arse back, and John moved behind her. Then she heard a loud, "OOfff" from Margaret as John penetrated her arse.

"Take me deep, John!" Margaret cried out.

The Queen released Vivienne's head, and she was finally able to breathe and see. Margaret was leaning against the table, her face contorted with pleasure.

The Queen descended from the table and stood beside Vivienne.

"Mycroft, we do believe it is our turn now. I yearn for the big cock. We are most eager for your attention."

The Queen assumed a similar bent-over position beside Vivienne.

Mycroft came up behind the Queen. He spread her arse cheeks and placed his cock upon her arsehole.

Vivienne shuddered at the thought of Mycroft's cock in the Queen's arse. It was the biggest and thickest of the lot.

The Queen groaned, "AGGGGHHHHHHH," as Mycroft plunged his big cock into Queen Victoria's arse, stretching it wide.

The Queen smiled at Vivienne and said, "Is it not an exquisite sensation when the gentleman's member finds its way into one's posterior? It is truly otherworldly!"

Margaret, to her right, between grunts, responded with an approving murmur.

Vivienne herself was grunting with each of the Prime Minister's thrusts. Her initial trepidation had now subsided, replaced by a newfound sense of fulfilment at having her arse stuffed with a cock.

The sounds generated by three cocks plunging into three tight arseholes filled the room. First, the squeaks from the unwitting buttholes as girthy cocks plunged into them. The moans from the women as they felt their backdoor stretched wide open and finally the grunts from the gentlemen who exerted their full force in conquering the butts in front of them.

Margaret's moans escalated in volume, signalling her imminent orgasm. Vivienne could sense the Queen was on the precipice as well. The Queen let out deep groans, their intensity increasing by the second.

Vivienne revelled in the sensation of being fucked from behind, her orgasm still steadily building within her.

Almost simultaneously, both Margaret and the Queen let out powerful, uninhibited screams as they succumbed to their orgasms.

"Halt!" commanded Queen Victoria, and the three men stopped.

"Mycroft, pray lie down on your back upon the table," she commanded.

Mycroft obeyed and lay down on the table, his slick raging cock standing upright. The Queen climbed onto the table as well, positioning herself perpendicular to Mycroft.

"What might she be doing?" thought Vivienne. It was a peculiar position, with the Queen squatting facing Mycroft's left, forming an L shape with the upper half of his body. Her back was facing Vivienne.

"Hold his cock firm, at the root." the Queen instructed Vivienne, who was closest to Mycroft. "Ensure it does not sway."

Vivienne did as commanded, wrapping her hand around the thick shaft of Mycroft's erection and gripping firmly at the base.

The Queen spread her arse and slowly lowered herself onto Mycroft. Leaning forward, Vivienne got a close-up view of his cock just below the Queen's slightly open arsehole. Queen Victoria's arsehole touched Mycroft's cock and as the queen slowly pushed down, the hard rod stretched her hole open. Once the bumhole was open wide enough to accommodate Mycroft's substantial cock, the hole quickly engulfed it into the depths of her arse, stopping with thump on Vivienne's fist.

Vivienne couldn't resist but lift her index finger slightly and feel Mycroft's cock at the point of entry. She felt the wrinkle's surrounding the Queen's arsehole forming a tight circle around Mycroft's lubricated cock. The sight was both shocking and erotic to Vivienne, who could only watch in awe as the Queen began to move rhythmically, sliding up and down on Mycroft's shaft.

After a few moments of enjoying Mycroft's large cock in her arse, she said "John... would you be so kind as to bring the contraption?"

John disappeared behind the bookshelf and reemerged with an intriguing device.

It was a long, curved cylinder made from sleek, polished wood. Two-thirds of the way in, just past the bend, there was a flat disk.

Once John delivered the cylinder to the Queen, she dismounted Mycroft. Vivienne observed her anal passage now open wide but quickly collapsing.

"Lady Vivienne, tell me, do you know what this is?"

Vivienne shook her head in confusion.

The Queen grinned and spread her legs wide before inserting the short end of her device into her pussy. She pushed it all the way in until the disk pressed against her swollen lips and her clit. Then she stood tall, proudly displaying her new appendage.

"And what say you now?" she asked.

The long curve cylinder protruding from her body resembled an impressive cock - thicker than even Mycroft's! Queen Victoria had crafted herself a dildo.

"I dare say, Your Highness—that is a most impressive... cock."

"Shall we see how it works? Please, lie down," said the Queen.

Vivienne complied and lay down on her back on the plush carpet. The Queen then positioned herself between Vivienne's legs, spreading them wide before grabbing hold of the 'wooden cock,' and pressing it against Vivienne's wet pussy. Bending forward on top of Vivienne, the Queen shoved her hips forward forcefully. The thick wooden shaft slid deep within Vivienne's tight core, stretching and filling her completely.

"DEAR LORD .." screamed out Vivienne. "This contraption is enormous!"

As the Queen began to thrust rhythmically, a low moan escaped her lips as the disk at the base of the cock repeatedly struck against the Queen's clit. Her massive breasts swung back and forth like a pendulum. With every powerful stroke, her nipples brushed against Vivienne's breasts, flicking her nipples at the bottom of the swing. The sensation of nipple on nipple was exquisite.

Momentarily, the Queen withdrew, leaving an emptiness in Vivienne.

The Queen moved away, letting the Prime Minister take her place. His cock - though not as large or artificial as the previous one - was real, warm, and throbbing with life. It easily slid into the passage that was vacated by the queen.

The Prime Minister started moving in measured thrusts gently, yet forcefully. It may have been smaller than the Queen's prick, but Vivienne found herself just as captivated by it. This man knew how to pleasure a woman.

Clearing her throat, the Queen addressed Vivienne once more: "Lady Caldwell, this next test will be your final one.

"Benny," she nodded at the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister slid his hands under Vivienne's back and rolled over in one smooth motion without missing a beat. Caught off guard, Vivienne gasped as she found herself now on top, riding the Prime Minister.

He pulled her face towards him for a deep, soulful kiss. She eagerly opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to explore hers. As they kissed passionately, she felt the Prime Minister's hands slide down her back and settle on her hips, guiding her movements with expert precision.

"Gentlemen, it is time for the final act," said Queen Victoria.

The Prime Minister's hands pinned her arse down, spreading her bum cheeks apart.

A few seconds later, Vivienne sensed John position himself behind her, and then she felt his thick, throbbing cock head on her arsehole.

She couldn't believe what was about to happen - these men were going to fuck her simultaneously! One in her pussy and the other in her bum!

Vivienne felt extreme nervousness and trepidation as John pushed his thick, throbbing cock against her entrance. Her arsehole resisted but eventually stretched and opened up, allowing him entry. The sensation was intense, yet exhilarating. She was sandwiched between these two powerful men, their cocks penetrating her in the most taboo of ways.

The Prime Minister moved rhythmically inside her wet pussy while John pounded her arse mercilessly. Vivienne's body trembled with each thrust as she felt herself being rocked back and forth like a rag doll. The feeling was overwhelming.

John's cock twitched, signalling his imminent release. Vivienne braced herself for the explosion that was about to take place deep within her arse. This would be her first time experiencing someone cum in her butt.

John came with a fierce intensity, filling her up with his hot seed as he thrust harder and deeper than ever before.

Vivienne's body sighed with relief as John slowly pulled out of her arse, leaving his warm cum and emptiness in its wake. The sensation had been intense and overwhelming - more than she could have ever imagined. It felt good, really good, but the intensity left her unsure if she was ready to experience it again. At least not today.

But she would have to experience it again, almost immediately, because the Queen said momentarily, with authority, "Mycroft."

Mycroft's approach sent a jolt of fear through Vivienne. Was he going to penetrate her arsehole too?

Then she felt the familiar stretching of her arse cheeks, the teasing touch of cock against her tight hole had her heart pounding in her chest. Panic surged anew as she realized Mycroft's cock was far larger than either John's or the Prime Minister's. She couldn't fathom how it would fit, but a part of her yearned to find out.

Mycroft's relentless pressure finally gave way to triumphant entry, as her hole grudgingly yielded to the massive intruder. Vivienne felt more stretched than ever before.

Earlier in the day she had been feeling empty and yearning for a cock inside her. Her desire was now fulfilled beyond her wildest imagination, and then some.

Unlike John, Mycroft began moving in sync with the Prime Minister, their cocks sliding in and out of her in perfect harmony, and she was enjoying every second of it.

Vivienne reached behind herself and gently squeezed Mycroft's balls. She rid herself of all thoughts and inhibition and enjoyed the raw pleasure of being ravaged by two experienced men.

After an extended period of consistent pummelling, she felt Mycroft's balls swell in her hand and knew he was about to cum. She looked forward to him filling her with his juice. She gave his cock a firm squeeze with her arsehole, and Mycroft erupted, blasting streams of warm liquid deep inside her. Vivienne squeezed her arse tighter milking every bit of cum from him.

Then Vivienne came too. She had been teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm for so long that Mycroft's cum sent her spiralling over the edge. She let out a scream, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably. The two men were forced to pause as Vivienne violently shook between them. This was by far the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

Finally, once Vivienne's orgasm had subsided, Mycroft pulled out. Vivienne reached back to touch her arsehole. Rather than the tight ring she had expected, it was a gaping hole. Cum dripped out of it and down her thighs. She dipped her finger in the cum and brought it to her lips, tasting it. "What a delightful mix of Mycroft's cum and her arse," she thought.

Margaret had been quietly watching the scene unfold, her lust-filled gaze focused intently on Vivienne's battered arse. Watching all the men and Vivienne orgasm one after another, she exclaimed, "Please, someone, bring me to climax!"

"We will assist you, my dear," said the Queen. Margaret stepped forward and assumed a position in front of her, spreading her legs wide open to reveal her glistening pussy. The Queen wasted no time, moving between Margaret's thighs with eager determination, burying her face deep into her crotch.

"Oh, my dear Queen," Margaret moaned, "You do possess a most remarkable talent for licking a cunt!" Her words were punctuated by moans and sighs of pleasure, her body arching in response to the expert attention being paid to her pussy and her clit by the queen.

A naughty idea flashed through Vivienne's mind. Vivienne picked up the discarded wooden dick and examined it closely. She took hold of its short end and inserted it into her wet pussy.

"My Queen, forgive me, but I believe you haven't found your release yet either. Allow me to help you climax," said Vivienne.

Before the Queen could utter a muffled response through Margaret's crotch, Vivienne positioned herself behind the Queen and gently pushed the cock into her pussy. Despite her age, Queen Victoria's twat was surprisingly snug and very wet. Even though her cunt was very eager, the girthy wooden cock penetrated the queen's twat with difficulty. Vivienne began thrusting into the Queen, at first, slowly, then with more force. The Queen let out a grunting sound of approval.

After she had built up a steady rhythm, Vivienne spread the Queen's arse with her hand like many had spread hers before. Her arsehole was clenched shut. She touched the ridges around the pinhole. It was beautiful. She longed to kiss it and taste it. She placed a finger on that dank hole and then stuck it in her mouth, inhaling and tasting the essence of the queen's arse. For some reason, even her arse tasted and smelled royal. Then she attempted to insert her finger into the queen's arse, but it remained shut.

Margaret, in the meantime, had been moaning louder and louder as the Queen feasted on her cunt. Without realizing it, she gripped the Queen's head and pushed her into her crotch. The Queen likely didn't appreciate this, but she kept right on eating that pussy.

Vivienne tenderly rubbed Queen Victoria's arsehole, tracing gentle circles around it. She trembled in response, her body reacting to Vivienne's touch. Feeling that shiver pushed Margaret to orgasm. She gripped the Queen's head tight between her thighs and let out a loud scream as she rode the wave of pleasure for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she released the Queen's head and collapsed with exhaustion.

Vivienne gazed at the Queen's tight, puckered arsehole, imagining how it would feel to penetrate her. No one had taken that massive instrument in their arse, and she shuddered that the thought of such an invasion. But if anyone was to experience it, it should be the queen, she rationalized to herself.

Vivienne withdrew her cock from the Queen's pussy, and with meticulous care and precision, she gently pressed the tip of her mammoth phallus against the Queen's tight sphincter. The resistance from the Queen's anal ring was palpable as she slowly attempted to force entry. However, it seemed impossible due to its sheer size.

"You bloody hussy! We shall have your head for this!" the Queen snarled in fury.

Vivienne tuned out the Queen's voice, and pushed harder, using every ounce of strength she possessed until the resistance finally gave way. The Queen let out an incoherent scream as Vivienne's cock slowly penetrated her arse.

As the massive dildo slid deeper into the Queen's anal cavity, stretching it unimaginably, Vivienne felt a surge of power course through her veins. She couldn't help but thrust harder with more force, savouring every inch that plunged deep within the Queen's arse.

The Queen's screams transformed from agony to pleasure as she submitted herself to this unimaginable invasion.

Vivienne pummelled the Queen's arse mercilessly, each thrust causing waves of pleasure to ripple through both their bodies.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the Prime Minister. She noticed he hadn't cum yet. She knew what to do.

She reached out with her left hand towards the Prime Minister's cock, just beyond her grasp. The Prime Minister got the message and moved closer, giving her access to his dick. She started stroking him aggressively while simultaneously pounding the Queen's arse with the biggest prick in the room.

The Prime Minister instructed, "Bring her to orgasm!"

Vivienne reached down with her other hand and found Queen Victoria's clit. It was engorged, swollen, and begging for attention. She began rubbing it with the same intensity she was battering her arse with. The Queen moaned and grunted at the dual sensation.

Suddenly, a dam seemed to burst within Queen Victoria as she began to orgasm violently. She let out a series of filthy slurs that echoed through the room, surprising Vivienne.

After the Queen's orgasm had subsided, Vivienne withdrew from the Queen's well-fucked arsehole, and the Queen collapsed on her back, panting heavily. The Prime Minister released himself from Vivienne's hands and moved to the Queen, his cock hard and ready to cum.

He placed his legs on either side of her belly and mounted her colossal breasts. The Queen held her ample tits, cradling his throbbing cock between them as his balls pulsed with cum. Just a few thrusts later, the Prime Minister who had been fucking for so long but had refused succumb to his orgasm, erupted. He aimed his cock straight at Queen Victoria's face, covering her cheeks and forehead with thick ropes of cum.

The Queen was caught off guard.

"Your turn now, Lady Vivienne," the Prime Minister commanded. "Spread your arse cheeks wide and allow the seed to be dispersed upon her face."

It took a moment for Vivienne to comprehend, but before the Queen could protest, she obeyed his instructions. She squatted over the Queen's face and released the cum that was stored in her arse. Despite a large portion of it already seeping out, the two men had filled her arse with an abundance of cum, leaving enough to drench Queen Victoria's face in a blend of fluids.

"Such insolence will not pass without consequence," said the Queen with fury. "We are accustomed to consuming a man's seed — but not in such an undignified manner."

Vivienne was scared, but the Prime Minister had a twinkle in his eyes.

"A new fashion, my dear Queen," he said. "Semen infused complexions."

"Well, one must suffer for monarchy..." she said finally, her anger draining. Vivienne sighed in relief.

The six lay there for a moment, panting heavily from their intense encounter, resting on the plush floor. As they caught their breath, the Queen turned towards Vivienne and inquired, "So, what do you deem to be so peculiar about the Diogenes Club?"

"I believed I had finished with such trials," replied Vivienne.

"You have, but it is imperative that you comprehend the true essence of why individuals frequent this establishment, including us."

Vivienne thought about it. The common thread amongst all patrons was their shared appreciation for sex. No, that wasn't quite right. Their ardent affection for anal sex in the company of others. That was it!

She responded slowly, "This is a sanctum where people convene to engage in group activities of an unconventional nature. Anal pleasures, to be particular."

"Quite so," said the Queen. "If one does not relish such pursuits, they have no place within this club. So, tell me, Lady Caldwell, do you enjoy these unconventional endeavours?"

"Indeed, I do," declared Vivienne without hesitation. "I am quite fond of them."

"Then I dub thee a full member of the Diogenes club, and in here, you won't have a title or a surname. You will simply be known as Vivienne."