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I was minding my own business in my club, on the upper level you understand, the one reserved for gentlemen. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the eve newspaper. Whiling away the clock time until supper, It was the yr the Titanic sank, 1912.

Leather chairman and oak panels, the feel of tobacco plant heavy on the air, lecture of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the tabular array as our hostesses catered to our every need.

Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, Mary, their names all started with an M. They looked quite coy despite uniforms cut to ensure their charms were always displayed. Neatly corseted waists with their breasts upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight black jacket crown with ash gray button cut to slip under their pouting mammaries. The orbit below their waists entirely bare but for the tapes holding their stockings. Their balmy downy Pubes neatly trimmed or shaved.

Gold pap and clit rings twinkled in the firelight. Pisces net stocking with crinkle arrow straight set off pale graceful thighs and sura while their multi-colour toe nails peeped from refined eminent heeled shoes. Neat little lapin tails attached to little wad pressed firmly up their crocked bottoms and all set off by jaunty little hats with necklaces mob and earrings dripping with jewel. And all ready to do each and any help we may require.

The flotsam and jetsom of the gutters attired like princesses.

Their religious service were provided all inclusive to the membership of the upper berth story of the club. sass, back transition and uterus alike usable to any fellow member's extremity and all bar mouth available to a phallus finger or tongue though of course shows of affection such as kissing upon the mouth were not allowed

They worked in relays, obviously Milly molly et al were not their real epithet, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A crooked finger, a motion and they would saunter across and if indicated would straddle us and simply bury down upon our members. Or wet-nurse a gimp Snake River to rigidity, or play an ice common cold beer or liqueuras our whim dictated..

Sometimes they got it wrong, one elderly man admitting,"Ye God I only wanted a whiskey,"as Malia extracted his member from his fly and began to suck.

But enough screen background detail, back to this most finicky evening.


"Oldbury, where are you ?"one of my Oncorhynchus keta asked.

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"Need another damned gull to take on poster,"he said drunkenly.

"At your service,"I agreed and taking my whisky I dutifully went across and sat at the table.

The secret plan was stove poker, nine rules, ace High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to plow the notice. Her leftfield thumb rested within the folds of her quim pleasuring herself as all the fille were instructed to do while idling. Her bared breasts with golden rings swung alluringly to and fro as she rocked gently to her own rhythm as she quietly drifted into a world of her own as she frigged herself towards orgasm.

"Teddy's in a spot of bother,"Simmonds gloated.

"Bet his damned house and lost !"Carter laughed.

"And ?"I enquired.

"I don't need a damn menage,"Clearwater sighed,"Bit of a sodomite really."

"So lets us get this straight, you won teddy bear's firm and don't want it ?"I queried.

"Absolutely, rotting deal,"he agreed.

"So chip in it back,"I suggested.

"Not that easy old brother, Club rules."Simmonds pointed out,"penury exterior player to win it then Teddy can win it back do you see ?"

"You're a damn fool shift,"I said, as looked at the broken carapace of a man that fifty years of idleness drinking and gambling had created."Deal me in."

Teddy, 4th Earl of Latchmere, Divine GlenAvon and various other titles was several social classes above my lowly station yet many thousands of wop poorer.

I may throw been brought up as the local parson's son but t'was well known I was the overlord of the manor's love child and had his cunning and business acumen. As well as a talent for cards.

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two Ugandan shilling,"Clearwater said throwing Teddy's note for the household on the table.

"I'll acclivity all in,"I said and Clearwater folded.

I took the note.

"Thank God !"Teddy sighed.

"Not so fast,"I insisted,"I fear you need to see a lesson, what collateral shall you offer ?"

teddy bear looked aghast,"I have none."

"Three unmarried daughters,"Simmonds laughed.

"Very well offer one as your stake,"I insisted.

"Good god man, don't be an oaf,"shimmy snapped.

"well sir I am a bastard by birth, though hardly an oaf,"I suggested,"Which child shall you offer ?"

"Oh very well Hilary my youngest."he agreed reluctantly and somewhat drunkenly.

"The one maudlin who never smiles,"Clearwater enquired.

"Maybe old Oldbury here will fuck a smile into her !"Simmonds laughed.

"Hardly, I shall trade to Madame to defray my expenses,"I explained.

"tour my daughter into a whore. Never !"Teddy protested.

"fountainhead I shall allow for ten solar day to vacate the house."I offered.

"Now don't be hasty, Oldbury,"Clearwater interjected,"Don't be an oaf just fold."

"No chemise needs a lesson,"I insisted,"I'll exchange my firm for the daughter whom I shall trade to madame as a whore."

"Done !"grinned Teddy,"Never has a man made such a poor buy !"

I went back to my professorship a job well done and a object lesson learned.

Clearwater sought me out,"Teddy rigged you,"he confided,"That daughter, Hilary, have you met her ? She came out, what, two eld ago, not so lots as a dance let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the spring of Mytilene, and I truly believe far from paying for her charms you would have to pay any self respecting blighter to fuck her,"

"I just wanted to teach the old tomfool a lesson, '' I explained,"If this so predict girl is indeed xix summer gone then I'll just let the matter quietly drop, have a few whisky and leave it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the unnerving miss Hilary.

She came to my sign at noon, I was still in my pyjamas working at my desk.

Mary my maid came to seek me,"There's some adult female downstairs who reckons she's your whore."

"What ?"I demanded.

"Hilary something or other."Blessed Virgin suggested and the aforementioned Hilary burst upon us.

"Father says he sold me to you as your plaything,"she insisted as she stormed into the room.

I stared, she was as far from a whore as one could reasonably get in a female. I would swear she was unfermented from forking the dung from the buck stall. Her hair was a mass where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a dirty Robert Brown coat and skin tight riding britches. Her expression screwed with wrath and hatred.

"No,"I corrected her."As a whore, a chattel to be used and abused by any as desires it for a pocket-size fee,"

"What !"she snapped.

"A whore to be available to any gentleman's gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our agreement. Though wishful gentleman's gentleman may be scarce as your countenance would scare a whole tribe of Zulus let alone a shy cultured gentleman."

"Ha, so no more of this nonsense,"she snorted,"I submit to no man."

"Submit to none indeed,"I surmised,"I would propose that on the obstinate you are in urgent, nay immediate need of a audio pronging."

"fountainhead sir it shall not be from you."she snapped.

"madam a thousand Numida meleagris would not cause me to prong you,"I said flippantly.

"Good, we are agreed,"she agreed.

"So I shall have to pay some guttersnipe or urchin to do the deed in my position, Thomas More disbursal,"I said shaking my head in resignation.

She went to strike me. I caught her radiocarpal joint an inch no more from her raking my cheek with her long filthy finger nails.

She stank of sawbuck, a strangely vulgar sense of smell which raised interrogation in my loins.

"You madam need taming,"I insisted.

"wellspring it shall not be by you !"she snapped indignantly.

I thought a moment before I replied."Disrobe this instant or say your founding father to vacate my family forthwith."

"No you can not !"she replied in horror.

"Submit or the arrangement is void !"I challenged.

She stared at me. She shuddered as she realised my resolve.

"Very well,"she said icily and she slipped off her enceinte coat.

I hung it on the rear of a electric chair for her as she tentatively undid one of the buttons on her bodice, than a second.

Her finger trembled, with fear or anger I knew or cared not. The button parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her cumulation were much constricted. It caught my attention. My member stirred again.

"Quite delightful allow me,"I said softly as I helped to free her mounds and cupped them in my hands,"It must be such a relief for them to escape their bonds."

"No !"she said wide eyed but I knew in that jiffy that she was ripe for the taking. Her nipple stiffened and extended.

"Whore's pitcher are ever freed, shall you like that ?"I asked.

"No !"she snapped though her resolve was uncertain.

"Swinging as relinquish as the birds. And their cunts, open at all sentence or plugged with thumb or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whisper."usable to all."

"Do not trifle with me !"she said.

The Virgin my maid looked on disapprovingly, she was no beauty, well past nipper bearing age but she had a pleasant enough ass to hump when nil else was offered.

"Shears The Virgin, let us shin the rabbit."Mary obediently fetched the large scissors or humble shear from the drawer in the incline table.

I made an incision into the legging half way up Hilary's second joint and started to cut away the coverings. She near froze in fear. A I cut up one leg round the privates and down the early. Then a single curving cut upwards towards the waist and back down revealing her underwear as the tizzy of fabric fell away.
Three more snips from the razor sharp sword and the underthings came away and revealed a mass of hairy moist curls and beneath a hairy moistened cunt. My member showed a distinct involvement and he uncurled uncomfortably within the constriction of me breeches.

"Do you know I think I will fuck you after all."I declared."Mary loosen my belt and low-pitched my breeches if you please."

Mary reluctantly lowered my breeches and underthings allowing my member to stiffen and straighten as I pushed Hilary against the table.

"Guide my phallus in Mary if you please."I requested.

"It ent fair, she don't want none and gets fucked and I wants it and don't get none,"The Virgin muttered as she obediently guided my stiffening member towards Hilary's pouting quim.

"Later,"I suggested as my member gently parted Hilary's pouting cunt lips.

"No !"she said but he body said"Yes yes yes,"such was her need for cock and cock juice.

I felt no ohmic resistance from her maidenhead, but there were stripe of red afterward so I presume she had been virgo intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly average extend though at an unexpected time of day, finishing with a wave or at least nine salutary spurts of reliable low born pecker juice in her aristocratic vagina.

"Mary for idol sake bathe this urchin before we take her to Madame."I ordered as I withdrew.

"What about my component ?"she protested.

"I am afraid you will have to use the rolling pin,"I suggested,"But this prison term wash it before rolling out the pastry."

She blushed deep red,"Very well sir."she agreed.

"Or perhaps you could take in this whore learn how to use her fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to reality, her dead body may have swum with fervour but now she faced world, instead of love she had been fucked as a pass time. I had no more desire for her to shake off my offspring than I had to trip the light fantastic the Viennese walk-in stark naked at the Bill Gates to Buckingham palace while they changed the guard. I had used her no more. And she had used me.

"Go, get washed,"I said,"I have work to do."

I found Hilary and Madonna an minute or so later. The tin bathtub was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater spread across the floor towards the drain. Hilary lay naked on the flagstone as she suckled Mary's massive teats and rhythmically pressed her fist into Marys twisting twat. Madonna only ever wore a simple gaberdine and she too was near naked as her smock was largely around her neck.

"I shall cauterise these rags,"I said as I scooped up Hilary's apparel, but she and Blessed Virgin were too absorbed with each other to notice.

Brabbinger my Ostler coughed. He had been watching from the vestige."The young lady's buck sir ?"he queried.

"She's no madam, she's a floor whore,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring Blessed Virgin,"Shall you take a thrust ?"

"No thank you kindly sir,"he said diffidently."I got my superbia sir."

"wellspring I just poked her,"I said,"Almighty knows why."

"Wiles they has sir, reels you in like,"he says,"Me I likes horses."

simulacrum raced through my judgment,"Quite so."I agreed,"Feed and body of water the horse would you, no send word to my golf-club, have a consistent sent and a comforter, take the cyprian's horse."I laughed at my own lapse into poetry,"whore's horse"indeed.

There is only a finite time one can watch women pleasuring each other especially untempting ones, so after no more than seven minutes, twelve at the outside, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the half hour with Miss Middleton, one of Madame's dressers, a weasel faced matted chested crone of around XXX five summertime and thirty thousand men, a street whore with quick digit an eye for sweetheart and a talent for fitting stays, stockings shoes and buns plugs as well as the artists touch which with rouge and powder turns the ho-hum scullery maid or fattest James Cook into an object of desire.

"Oh my overlord, you want a miracle prole and thats a fact,"Middleton said as she saw Hilary embraced in Mary's well muscled arms.

"LE of your cheekiness, bend over I wish to fuck you,"I averred.

"Not if you been fucking that you ent, I got my pride,"Middleton said icily.

She set down her bag and took out a tub of butter. Greasing her fingers and thumb she advanced upon Hilary even as she continued to pleasure Mary and grasped her firmly, one thumb pressed firmly up Hilary's back passage and the finger into her quim.

"Ooh,"Hilary gasped.

"I reckon a two column inch up her ass and a three up her quim,"Middleton opined as she withdrew her fingers and wiped them on a cloth,"XX three inch waist, its like making a silk wedding dress out of a pigs ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorum woman !"I snapped.

"Well you ain't no gentleman are you ?"she challenged.

I gave up and walked off.

An hr later and Thomas Middleton sought me out,"I done me best,"she said.

Hilary appeared,"My god she looks almost man,"I agreed,"What say you Brabbinger ?"

My stableboy was lurking in the shadows as always. Feasting his heart on Hilary's now ringed clitoris and shaved pubes now framed by stocking tapes and her environ teats now upthrust by a stringent shameful corset.

"Don't mind if I do sir,"he said as he swept from the shadows.

He strode up to the lady friend and raised his smock revealing inadequate fat hairy legs and a long fat hairy prong, I'll wager there was to a greater extent hair on his balls than on a rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his arrangement that she looked desirable butbhe obviously decided to misconceive me and to try out her charms instead.

He grasped her firmly and in a trice was Hilary pushed against the survey table and he sank his prong within her indulgent moist quim. His hairy ass bobbled up and down and in and out as he thrust his colossus forcibly into her womb.

She barely protested. Her parts were aroused by the rings and the potions applied to her innards by Thomas Middleton's nimble fingers.

"Oh my master !"she wailed,"I am in Heaven !"

Now to be quite honest there is little as dis spiriting as finding one's handmaid has a prong unquestionably master to one's own both in length and cinch and vitality, and I turned on my bounder and strode away after no more than than ten min at the outside.

The way he kneaded her white meat and crushed her lips with his lips was quite detestable, while the way she raked his back with her nails was quite uncalled for and the grunt and protest of passion was such to cause me nauseous.

Finally as I departed he grunted like a pig and clearly shot his bolt.

"Well done !"Thomas Middleton shouted,"assassin, who knows we may make Madame proud of you yet !"

I sat a while and returned to find oneself Hilary attired in a cloak. which hid her parts. I saw she walked awkwardly.

"Finished already ?"I asked Middleton.

"Yes sir, Got her holes plugged and everything."she replied.

"display me."I insisted.

"No !"Hilary snapped,"You don't own me."

"display the gentleman's gentleman,"Thomas Middleton insisted.

Hilary reluctantly raised the cloak showing a stout leather strap secured around her crotch which clearly held quim and anal plugs in place.

"open air her up I wish to sample her,"I ordered.

"Not now after I perfumed and plugged her and everything,"Middleton argued."You had every chance sir and if you desire you can fuck her to your hearts cognitive content this eve but for now I must fork out her to Madame before my exceptional man arrives."

"Special gentleman ?"I queried.

"Has me piss on him,"she said proudly, and seeing my discomfiture she added"well you did ask."

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the Club later, after fending off James Cook'prompting that her ass was as pissed as anyone's cunt, something demonstrably false, and by dinner fourth dimension I was gorging myself on salinity pork barrel and onions washed down by some of the all right wine-coloured from the Antipodes.

Hilary was nowhere to be seen when I arrived. It seemed she had become something of a fame and every gentleman seemingly had plan on poking her quim.

I decided they could get on with it and settled down to eat my fill.

However seeing overlord Glenavon, Hilary's father come rather the worse for crapulence gave me an malefic whimsy which I proceeded to put in train.

"Teddy won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"Need a third for a threesome, new sporting lady need breaking in don't cha know."


"What ho, yes rather, three way eh, top hole."he stammered out his usual strand of cliches and sat down at my table. Milly Molly or some such brought shimmy a platter of pork and he began to guzzle on it greedily.

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into genus Melissa, a hopeful red musket ball gag now flilled her mouth, a clear sign of what we called a screamer. A whore who could not prevent herself vocalising her enjoyment.

I sought out Madame. I swiftly arranged to use Hilary/Melissa as soon as she became available.

Teddy was about to start on his apple pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any sake but ordered."Capital, just straddle me wench and let me comfort your quim while I eat my pud there's a dear."He unbuttoned his knee pants and extracted his rather woebegone tired and uninterested cock from therein.

It sprawled almost lifeless along his belly but it reared soon enough as Hilary straddled him and sank down until her diffused pinko quim rested gently upon his length.

It reared like an American-Indian language snake charmer's ophidian, a veritable python. Spearing upwards towards her innards. It seemed quite outre. Teddy about to do it his own daughter unknowingly.

He reached down and aimed his prick between the lips of her quim. She raised herself then sank down with a contented sigh and a slight dribble from her ball gag. Then she began to hump greedily.

teddy laughed,"Bally game warden, spitting image of the sod, cuckolded d'ya see ?"He explained,"Never was me daughter, should have fucked her days ago."

I shook my head, I had been bamboozled again."Going to mount on ?"chemise asked,"takings the tradesman's, three way and all that ?"

"Ah no, I just remembered I have to see old Graithwaite about some business,"I said as Hilary bounced up and down far too energetically on her supposed father's putz and I left them to their joyous union.

I cursed, far from teaching teddy bear a moral I had learned one myself. I rued my disconcertment and made my way homeward.

Captain James Cook hounded me once more seeking a pronging which I was not in any mood to provide so I retired to my bed somewhat frustrated and slept only fitfully.

The morning brought further tribulations.

Hilary's previous sister. A weasel faced, wasp waisted old maid completely devoid of female person extremity or so it seemed she arrived at some ungodly hour when no gentleman or ma'am should be abroad and demanded to see me.

Captain Cook relayed the information that she was downstairs. I looked at my sentinel."Ye gods its alone ten of the clock !"I protested.

"Shall I send her up sir ?"Captain James Cook asked,"Or shall you bed my ass first ?"

"No, I think I can manage without,"I answered,"I shall come down straightway."

"bettor put thee britches on first,"she laughed.

"No, damn it, I shall do as I am,"I insisted and down I went in my nightshirt to recognize the woman.

"girl Latchmere ?"I queried.

"Rip van winkle I presume ?"she replied as she saw I wore only my nightshirt and Nox hat.

"And what brings you here ?"I asked.

"My horse,"she replied sarcastically,"But to be good I wanted to see exactly what sort of a fool my father has been conniving with."

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

"Oh yes,"she replied,"You surpass my worst expectations by some considerable margin."

"rich person you merely come to affront me or had you some former purpose in judgment ?"I asked.

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my father, prostitute my Sister and bankrupt my hazard of making a good marriage."

"You certainly have a dullness of manner of speaking about you,"I admitted.

"And now having tricked me into your lair you ravish me,"she suggested.

"brothel keeper I should sooner fornicate with a farmyard sow,"I insisted.

"So I understand,"she said,"But I do trust the police constable will trust my taradiddle when I scream and say how you tore my clothes and sought to ravish me."

"Really ?"I queried as she tried in vain to rupture her garb."Allow me."

I grasped the shoulders of her dress and it ripped right down the front, I ripped aside the back of her hill freeing them,"Remind me, did I enrapture you or merely attempt to ?"

"I care not, make me an offer or I go to the magistrate !"she snapped

"twenty British shilling for your honour !"I offered.

"I meant marriage,"she said,"Dear god are you really this stupid ?"

"dolt yes do-or-die no,"I confirmed,"Though your tit are most alluring and are roused if I am not mistaken."

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

"Your piece are not moistened then ?"I queried.

"No Thomas More than yours,"she quipped.

I looked down. My member was pressing my nightshirt out like a tent pole.

"I have not had my morning, ah."I said awkwardly.

"He fucks me ass mostly,"Captain James Cook interjected.

"Cook, '' I snapped"Go away !"

"Hilary said it was flyspeck,"miss Latchmere observed,"But it looks monstrous !"

I sighed,"Shut your rattle and lay for me, then you can depict the magistrate your deplume clothes and a good creaming within your parts."

"Very well, where is the sleeping accommodation ?"she asked.

"Here on the floor !"I insisted.

"No, bed me, if you want me bed me properly !"she insisted.

"Oh very well,"I sighed in exasperation and I swept her off her feet and carried her upstairs.

How was I to know it was the most romantic gesture she had ever known ? The hapless girl's quim was soaking with anticipation and in a moment as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

Her tight virgin cunt gripped my member."Make making love to me !"she pleaded.

"This madam is merely a round-eyed shtup,"I explained as I started to eff her,"Though I own a very accordant one."

"Oh that makes me feel so prissy,"she said and she smiled.

"Really ?"I queried,"Usually woman ask if I have finished yet, or make some sarcastic remark."

"No, its really decent, oh my god, its really nice."she said as the walls of her Virgo pussy instinctively began to milk my cock.

It was all too much and suddenly a gravid torrent of source shooter from my loins and flooded her entirely.

I lay until I was spent and my penis shrank and them rolled onto my binding."Do your tough,"I said and drifted into a contented sleep.
"fill it in your hand like thus,"I heard Captain James Cook saying as somebody gripped my cock in their manus,"He ent much of a cocksman, one jet admiration,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a sucking will probably rouse him."

"What's up ?"I said.

"Damned constable thinks I'm my sister and that I'm a whore,"Miss Latchmere explained.

"So you are trying seduction ?"I queried.

"In a word, yes."she agreed.

"You are an ageing weasel faced directly chested spinster, why should I take note of you ?"I asked.

She thought a instant"Because my firstborn boy child shall inherit don's title, should you not like your son to be the Earl Latchmere, the 5th Baron Latchmere ?"

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a moment."My sister is a whore and she can fleet on all manner of whorish tricks to keep you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"goodness point,"I agreed,"On your rachis I wish to fuck you again."


To be continued.

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