'The Adventure Of The Red-Headed Sex League'
London, 1888.
Emma's Point Of View.
"Have you ever had the good fortune to participate in a sex orgy, Watson?"
My mouth gaped open like a fish out of water and I dropped that day's issue of the Times newspaper to the carpet as I contemplated the sudden question. I looked at Scarlett Holmes as she bent to the fireplace and lit a taper that she intended to use to relight her clay pipe.
"What a question! NO, I have never been to one, seen one, nor have I taken part in something so debauched!"
The beautiful woman turned and stared at me with those ocean-green eyes of hers that I have come to love, and pouted with those oh-so-kissable lips. Blessed with comely features and buttery blonde locks I felt my heart flutter at the sight of the exceedingly adorable creature.
"'Tis the singular most curious aspect of our society, under the reign of good Queen Victoria, that we appear to be repressed and chaste in the public eye and yet are the most inventive and voracious race behind closed doors. I have partaken in numerous sex orgies and do recall the most depraved time in Paris when...no matter, a tale for another time."
This statement bore the semblance of truth to me and it was only last night that the seductive woman brought me off to no less than three orgasms in one hour.
"'Pon my soul, Holmes. You just cannot mention things such as these and leave me dangling! Tell all, tell all!"
The pair of us were in cozy surroundings of the central London lodgings of 227B Baker Street, myself being a most frequent visitor. Scarlett sat in her favourite chair and gazed into the flickering flames of the fire.
It was the Winter of 1888 and we were once more without a case to solve. Something that I knew nagged at the adorable sister of the most successful practicing private detective in all of England and Europe. I was seated opposite and gave my love my fullest attention.
"I shall explain all later, I am expecting a visitor within the hour, though the hour is late indeed, but the lady in question demands discreetness of a personal nature. Ah! Here she comes methinks."
There came a tap on the door and Mister Hudson announced the arrival of Miss Mary Sutherland. The large woman wore a waist-length coat and a floor-length skirt and a very large hat with curling yellow feathers. Once seated by the fire she removed the broad-brimmed hat to reveal her natural ginger curls. She removed her button-up gloves and placed her hands in her lap.
"Miss Holmes, good evening."
Scarlett had vacated her chair for the visitor and relit her black clay pipe as she nodded hello.
"Miss Sutherland. Good evening to you. I know nothing of you of course, apart from the obvious facts that you are a typist by profession, you left your home in a hurry, and that you have a preference for masturbating a male to ejaculation rather than using fellatio."
Both I and Miss Sutherland gave violent starts upon hearing Scarlett's observations.
"How on earth do you know these facts? Has someone told you about me?"
Holmes laughed heartily.
"My dear woman, it is my business to know things. But pray to tell me why you need to consult me."
The buxom blonde sleuth sat on the arm of my chair and discreetly fondled my hair which I had to lay loose about my shoulders.
"I did rush out of the house, it's true. I desperately need help. You see I have a substantial income from a fund set up by my late father. I have been engaged to a handsome young fellow for the last twelve months. He is of a measurable social standing and it is he who has now vanished, taking all of my monies. I fell in love with him from day one and later learned that Mister Homer Angel has a voracious appetite for all things carnal. We slept together in sin I am ashamed to admit, but found out he could only ejaculate by either oral stimulation or hand relief. He has become quite obsessed recently with a group of women named 'The Red-Headed Sex League.' Do you know of it?"
"I confess I do not. Watson?"
I shook my head, still in awe of the marvelous woman sitting next to me.
"It is a group of high-class prostitutes, courtesans, call girls, call them what you will. They cater to the rich and powerful and will do anything of an illicit nature. Their sexual prowess is remarkable and there is a long waiting list for invitations to their meetings. And they all possess red tresses AND red pubic hair. All clients they cater for must also be red-headed too."
"How fascinating!" said Scarlett who began to lean forward, licking her fulsome lips.
"My Homer was intrigued by the group. He has a high sex drive and loves red-haired ladies with a passion. Using his beguiling charms on me, he persuaded me to model for the businesswoman who formed the group, Miss Stephanie. Well, with my very full and rich tint of red hair, and my buxom figure, I was accepted at once. My fiancé was ecstatic and as an honorary member we attended a few orgies within two months."
Miss Sutherland drew out a handkerchief and dabbed at her watering eyes.
"I was at once horrified and disgusted at what was expected of me. The ruling class is fearfully self-indulgent, to say the least. Oral sex with men AND women. Anal sex, threesomes, and multiple partners. Oh! The list goes on. And Homer! Homer was in heaven as he gorged himself on all manner of licentious pleasure. I quit after I could take no more, which is when Homer relieved me of my funds and took off. I suspect he plans to return to the League to indulge in his fetish of red-haired females and promiscuous sex. Without me however he must pay for the privilege, and I am positive he will."
"Hence his theft of the money," I said.
"Precisely. Now. He is not red-headed, nor does he have red pubic hair. His skin is of a most sensitive type and would never stand a dye to alter his sandy-colored pubic thatch. Miss Holmes, may I be so bold as to license you to attend the next orgy in an attempt to uncover Homer and thereby retrieve my money. I could never ask your illustrious brother for the matter requires the feminine touch. I will be happy to give you half of my fortune."
"But surely it would be a trite matter for your good self to expose him. Snatch off his red wig I would presume."
Scarlett went to the window and gazed at the dull street below through the parted blinds as I abruptly spoke to the woman. How dare she invite my beloved to indulge in such a lecherous affair.
"The next meeting is a Venetian Masquerade Ball in a week and masks are compulsory, so his features will be obscured. Unless he is exposed in the act of sexual intercourse I fear he will never be discovered."
"I'll do it."
Scarlett turned to us and I saw her gorgeous eyes afire as she beamed at us.
"My word Holmes! You plan to participate in corrupt and unchaste behaviour just to find a missing person?"
"Gladly!" came her reply. "And I will need your help."
"WHAT! I?"
"I would very much like your support in this, Watson. I just might be in over my depth. And we shall have to dye our hair too. Above AND below! Lucky you have a nice downy fluff down there my love. Oh, the thrill of the chase!"
"Good gracious!" I stammered as Miss Sutherland clapped her hands and left.
I stood up and paced the room as I perceived Scarlett laughing nonstop and her ample bosom jiggling in her high-buttoned dress.
"Most amusing! Most peculiar! This may be one of my more decadent cases in a long time. We must prepare diligently."
"But Holmes, how did you deduce those things about the woman, not least her masturbatory preference? Whatever you read in her was invisible to me."
"Ah, my dear Emma. You see all but then see nothing. I saw plainly that the lady had dressed in a hurry as her boots were odd. One had a plain toe, the other decorated. Her gloves were buttoned only in the two lower buttons, and I perceived a double line on her long sleeves at the wrist where a typist presses against the table when using the machine."
"Remarkable!" I cried.
"Elementary, my dear Watson."
"And the method of hand job as opposed to a blow job? How the deuce can you possibly know that?"
"By the fact that her right hand was considerably larger than the left, a result of vigorous and repeated use to bring about her lovers, and her red-haired clients, to sexual climax."
Scarlett leaned back in her chair and studied the ceiling.
"Now, tell me this. Have you ever had anal sex?"
"I confess that I have never taken it in the bottom, Holmes."
"We shall have to break your cherry in that area then if we are to take part in the year's biggest orgy the city has seen. I am certain that oral, heterosexual, and multiple-partner sex will occur. If we are to blend in then we have to be prepared for the inevitable. Mister Hudson! Hudson!!"
The door opened and the genial old fellow appeared again and bowed.
"Ah, Hudson. Would you be so kind as to fetch me that large jar of petroleum jelly and bring it up here?"
"At once, Miss Holmes."
Once he had withdrawn from the room Scarlett rummaged around for her strap-on dildo device.
"Pray to join me in the bedroom and I will endeavour to introduce you to the act of sodomy."
"Bugger!"
"Precisely."
x
The following Sunday, at the hour of nine, our lascivious night began as Scarlett and I emerged from the shadows of 227B Baker Street and hurried into a waiting Hansom Cab, inside of which sat a nervous-looking Mary. The early evening sky was grey and the cold air snappish, a light snow powdered the streets and rooftops. It was a tight squeeze, the cab being the usual two-seat variety, but the ride would be but a short one. We were resplendent in our cloaks and Venetian masks, purchased two days before.
I was in a black velvet eye mask with a lush six-inch plume that covered the top portion of my face, and the detective was in a Harlequin Duo in gold. My hair, now as red as wine, was away from my face and up. Scarlett had cut hers away from the brow, back over her ears, and trimmed to the nape of her elegant neck. All the week Holmes and I had readied ourselves, dyed our hair and pubic areas, and engaged in anal sex every evening after supper. It had taken me several days before I felt comfortable in my nether regions.
"Are you ready, ladies?"
"As ready as we ever will be," I replied as Holmes squeezed my hand.
"Then, the game is afoot. Carry on, driver!"
She rapped the roof of the cab and we set off for the Tower Bridge Hotel in Bermondsey, a well-known hotbed of depravity and decadence. We rode along the cobbled streets without speaking, all three of us wrapped in our own thoughts and apprehensions. When we arrived, Mary was able to secret us inside via a side entrance she knew of and we joined the other red-haired call girls as they prettied themselves. At no time did we remove our masks, even when two older women arrived with toiletries and lubricating oils that Mary advised us to apply to our vaginas and anal regions?
"Be liberal my dear, it may be a while until we discover the scoundrel Mister Angel."
Huddled together we three prepared ourselves and awaited the commencement of the proceedings. Thick plumes of perfume made the atmosphere heady and I fancied I could smell the essence of chocolate as well.
"Ready my dears, the gentlemen await within."
Miss Stephanie clapped her hands and all of us ambled through the dark-painted twin doors to the large orgy room where we were maneuvered into a semi-circle around a crowd of about twenty males. I noticed the female Stephanie eye us with a certain amount of suspicion and I panicked as I wondered if the game was up.
"Ladies."
Another resounding clap from her and the women of the Red-Headed Sex League all shed their cloaks and stood naked bar their masks and high heels. Scarlett, Mary, and I did likewise, underneath which we were stark naked too, and I immediately felt awkward and inadequate among the tall long-legged women.
"Here we go, Watson."
I gulped as I stood in bare feet, my medium-sized B-cup tits sporting erect nipples and my legs trembling. Turning to my left I eyed Scarlett with her body to eye for, bountiful, wide of hip and rounded soft buttocks. Slightly taller than me she wore a pair of sturdy ankle-high boots that laced up the front and had a sharply pointed toe. Blessed with great genes her breasts were spectacular and huge, not to mention seemingly unaffected by gravity. A Size D, her boobs had a much greater size and dimension than mine but even she was put in the shade by Mary Sutherland's humungous tits.
"Look at these women, Holmes, they must be the elite of London."
Everywhere I looked were slim and slinky-limbed girls, all with little body fat and flat stomachs. And every manner of red hair and pubes imaginable. Ginger, titian, flaming red, burgundy, and coral. My own and Scarlett's were a matching hue of salmon which I still could not grow accustomed to. All about the room, which was lit by candles only, were tables and chairs upon which were towels, gloves, jars of petroleum jelly, and mouthwash made from mint. Pieces of chocolate were on every table as well as china basins of clear and fresh water. Mattresses, sheets, and two large and round beds dominated the room.
"And gentlemen, the floor is yours."
A raucous cheer erupted as the men quickly removed their attire, keeping their features hidden and in some cases their privates. I distinctly saw a dozen men wearing a codpiece, and one or two others in hose-fitted pouches. Scarlett motioned for the three of us to make a discreet retreat to the shadows. As we inhaled the fragrant air of perfume Holmes, Mary and I sat naked at one of the more dimly lit tables. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see two of the women getting down to it. Both were at least six feet tall with smooth pale skin and fiery red hair. They were writhing on the floor in a hot 69 position close to where we sat and the sound of slurping could be clearly heard.
"Lovely," said a man with bright red hair emerging from under his Mardi Gras mask as he jerked his erection over them.
I looked around as the sound of others making love rose in volume. Four of the other women teased the onlookers as they became a tangle of tongues and cunts on one of the mattresses. It was nigh on impossible to tell whose hands were whose as four sets of tits and pussies were fondled and licked.
"Look there," said Scarlett as she pointed to another group.
Shrieks and moans wafted in the air as one red-haired hussy was getting fucked from behind by a man with a blotchy ass. I could distinctly make out his cock drilling in and out of her red snapper as she rocked on all fours. He slid in and out with no problem as she was so well lubricated and he was able to sink into the hilt. Another stout fellow with a bristling ginger moustache and the black Baroque mask was standing over a kneeling slut who sucked on his knob whilst making yummy sounds.
"My dear?"
Miss Sutherland was picked out by someone in a long nose mask and taken by the hand. With her thick and lustrous flaming hair, she was no doubt a welcome catch for the gentleman who eyed her Rubenesque features with glaring eyes. Her hips and thighs were relatively thick and her boobs were curvy and displayed a deep cleavage and she jiggled as she was steered to one of the beds.
"Won't be long now. Remember why we are here mind, but nonetheless enjoy the occasion."
Indeed! Barely a moment later a tall man stood over me in a full face mask and I stared into the narrow slits in his eyes as he presented me with his semi-hard cock from under a leather pouch. Although he had orange hair I wondered if this might be Homer Angel in a wig. Only one way to find out as I looked at Scarlett who nodded in agreement behind her mask.
"If you would be so kind," he asked in an educated voice.
I cleared my throat and lowered myself to my knees and parted my lips to take in his already stiffening cock in my mouth. I used my tiny fist to stroke him as I licked along the length before sucking him in fully. I repeated this procedure as I wanked his shaft and the man muttered obscenities. He pulled out only moments later and caused me to make a slippery, popping noise, and then he pumped his tool and groaned as he began to spurt cum onto my mask.
"Shit!" he exclaimed as I desperately tried to catch most of his semen on my outstretched tongue rather than ruin my expensive mask.
While he was in the throes of his orgasm, I surreptitiously reached out and lifted his pouch to view his wiry red pubes. Not our man this time alas. He withdrew chuckling and I turned to Scarlett as I wiped my face with a towel but she had vanished, no doubt claimed by an ardent admirer. Now I saw Miss Sutherland's reasoning for giving hand jobs rather than blow jobs as I spat out the disgusting semen from my mouth.
"Water."
I swallowed a mouthful of water followed by a rinse with the mint wash. Acutely aware my companions had gone their separate ways my eyes lingered on a sleek, muscular man in an etched silver with a teardrop motif under the left eye. He wasn't bulky, rather attractive actually, and I felt a frisson of a thrill in my bared loins. I recalled Mary Sutherland describing her man Homer and decided to venture forward. He wore a codpiece that concealed his genitals and was attached to his groin by tie strings.
"Come here, you young trollop!"
A voice to my right barked out at me, and two naked men with swaying erections in front of them whisked me away to the nearest convenient mattress. The man who spoke had a skinny frame with sharp, angular features beneath his mask but his appendage was quite large when compared to his lean body. His friend was a heavy-set man with a fair amount of bright red body hair.
"Oh, you want me to..."
Before I could gather my wits I was bent onto my knees as a ginger mat crept up behind me. I shrieked at his cold hands that smoothed out my exposed ass cheeks and then I held my breath as he pushed his big cock head onto my lubricated pussy. He grabbed my petite body in his mitts and started to fuck me with rather hostile thrusts.
"Heavens!" I yelped as I lurched forward from his rough treatment.
He pushed me face down on the mattress and I moaned into the bedsprings as he quickened his strokes. It was then that I was pulled up by the hair and my mask dislodged, and as my mouth opened in surprise skinny shoved his prick right in.
"Gagh!"
My lips closed on his rod instinctively as I was hit by the realisation that I was impaled from both ends. I steadied myself on my hands as my pussy was filled from behind and I was rocked back and forth.
"What a saucy mare!"
Indeed I was taken by a wanton lust and purred with pleasure as I slid my tongue over the dick in my mouth. My quim seeped juices on the man fucking me and my eyes closed when he spread my buttocks and spat onto my tiny star. I whimpered as his thumb circled my tight anus firmly, and I was heartily glad that I had applied lotion there.
"I say, what a succulent asshole we have."
My heart pounded and my mouth clamped down on the cock in my mouth as my cunt was left and my virgin anus was plundered. One thrust from the ginger mat and his bloated knob invaded my bottom. A warm flush washed over me as his cock was sheathed in my ass and he began to fuck me with slow but hard strokes.
"'Tis a dream ass," he cried as his balls gently slapped on my cunt.
My toes curled as I relinquished the cock of skinny, and I bathed his balls with my saliva as I licked them in turn. I wriggled my backside as I grew accustomed to the stiff organ in my bowels, my tightly closed opening now ravaged and stretched.
"I'm going to spit."
He said and his thrusting cock spilled out and the slippery juices ran out of my anus in a trickle down my thighs. Then skinny grunted and he shot his seed and with my velvet mask askew he splattered my face, the white cream dripping onto my chin. They withdrew and I managed to dry my face and apply a damp towel to my vagina and bottom as I paused for air.
x
Scarlett's Point Of View.
As I saw my darling Emma Watson manhandled by two ruffians purporting to be gentlemen my heart went out to her. I espied poor Miss Sutherland who was seated next to an elderly man and was jerking his member with her right hand, a look of utter disdain on her lips. I restrained myself as I saw a silent observer step into the candlelight just to my right. In a silver mask with tear drop which I wagered was worth a pretty penny, I wondered who it might be.
"Mister Angel perhaps? In a red wig?"
Alas, his groin was hidden by view by his leather and velvet codpiece. His loins appeared quite large and either he was well-hung or the garment was padded. Miss Sutherland's loss I suppose. I scrunched my eyes up to study him but was rudely interrupted by two naked brutes in half masks who manhandled me to the nearest bed.
"Have a care, gentlemen."
The first chuckled and his big bush of a ginger beard moved up and down on his chin. His hands were all over my lush breasts as his erection brushed my left thigh.
"Have a care yourself my red-haired slut as I am about to spit into your cunt."
The other bellowed in laughter and my eyes were drawn to his eight-inch quim splitter. In a trice, I was grabbed by every limb as they pawed me with their clumsy mitts. I was then pushed onto my back and my legs were spread out as ginger beard positioned himself between my thighs and guided his not-insubstantial cock inside me. He held my legs up at the ankle, just where my boots ended, and fucked me with short, cautious strokes as he found his ideal pace.
"The wench is soaking wet."
A man and one of the women stood to the side as they watched me descend into lascivious depravity, he fingering her red, furry muff, and she jerking his cock. Another knelt by my head and awkwardly shoved his tool into my mouth. I became lost in the moment as I seeped fluids from my filled pussy. My face was held in place as my mouth was used to pleasure the man who face fucked me with thrusting hips, my saliva dripping obscenely down my chin under my Harlequin mask.
"Change is needed," said ginger beard and he laid onto his back as he left my cunt.
I crawled up onto him as he remained motionless beneath me and I poised myself over his prick. My hand helped guide him to my downy fluff of pubic hair and his rigid pole entered me. I sank my body down hard and engulfed his cock with a contented sigh, then proceeded to slide up and down. I placed my hands on his white belly as I rocked to and fro, causing my huge tits to bounce in his eye line which greatly amused him.
"Hah!"
The one who had been face fucking me came around behind me and slipped into my anus with relative ease. My heart quickened at the wicked idea of double penetration and I closed my eyes as my entire body tingled. This was a most enjoyable sexual thrill as four eager and hit hands moved all over my perspiring ripe curves. My tits were pawed, my ass slapped, my hair pulled and my shoulders held as my whole body resembled a toy for men.
"Faster!"
