Em It is 1823. In Lancashire England.

"expression I would rather die than marry Archie Cuthbole,"first cousin Emily said forcibly after dinner one evening.

"Em, you have no fortune, you have picayune choice,"I explained in my"big Brother"use,"He is a worthy suitor."

"He is feeble and disgusting, I should rather be a street walking whore than marry him !"she snapped.

"For gods sake talk of the town sense young woman,"father insisted,"You're my ward now whoremaster has disappeared with that tart and your mother has returned to Northumbria, and if I say you'll marry Archie then marry him you shall !"

She sulked. Not even a suggestion of a game of chess cheered her.

"I'm eighteen, why should I throw my life away ?"she asked as I tried to console her.

"Because you are not yet twenty one years of age or married,"I explained,"Therefore you must do as father says, you are too immature to know your own mind."

"I do so, I want to be a paramour dressed in silks and satin for all men to stare at and drive them wild."she suggested.

"You have no idea,"I snapped,"paramour and hustler have an frightful time, abused from gloaming boulder clay dawn. Serving wenches dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the salad days of early days they walk the streets and fornicate down back back street. They leave their offspring at the church William Henry Gates and finally they end up dead or in the workhouse."

"Yet they stay, they don't run away do they ?"she challenged,"Well do they ?"

"They have nowhere else to go,"I explained.

"And how do you know so often ?"she demanded.



"I have been to Madame L'Oiseaux's establishment in Salford on occasions."I admitted.

"Really !"she gasped delightedly,"Shall you take me ?"

"Rather like taking one's own ale to an ale house,"I laughed.

"No, really, I should like to see, to see, if I liked it."she said, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Oh, very well. I shall own a word,"I agreed.

Now to be fair I had no purpose of so doing but Em kept nagging me and finally threatened to go on her own. I relented.

I went to see Mme L'Oiseaux at her establishment. I had been as a customer some fourth dimension previously when unbeknown to me my chums had arranged a extra treat for my 18th birthday. An angel had attended me and I had become a man.

It was with considerable trepidation that I approached Madame.

She listened with ill concealed glee,"A Virgo the Virgin, she wishes to join my establishment !"

"She wishes to see for herself,"I explained.

"She is a noblewoman ? yes ?"she asked,"Not a servant, an educated young lady ?"

"Yes, educated yes, sensible no."I assured her,"One sight of your patronage and she will run a land mile !"

"Indeed Monsieur, they are not, how do you say, comely,"she sighed,"I have to dream that they look like Hellene gods as they paw me and use me,"she looked at me wistfully,"They do not begin to liken with you cherie."

"I thank you Madame,"I said nervously.

"Do not worry, I shall not leap on your cock !"she laughed,"I prefer ladies these Clarence Shepard Day Jr., ace with tiny clenched fist which do not fritter away their deadbolt and go soft before I am sated."

"Then you will help us ?"I asked.

"For a small consideration,"she agreed.

Fortunately I had been lucky at posting recently and the sum was within my way, just.

"Tomorrow evening then. Six of the clock."she ordered.

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Em was delighted,"Oh thank god,"she sighed,"I did not want to go alone."

We made up a story about visiting a protagonist and actually set Forth River just after luncheon the next day.

We idled round the town for a patch and arrived at six of the clock precisely.

Madame greeted us like long lost Friend,"seminal fluid in, come in !"she beamed,"So you wish to be part of my maison of passion, cherie ?"

"Oui Madame,"Em replied. Madame looked concerned. I had long suspected her noesis of French was scanty at best.

"Speak English Em you know I don't understand French,"I chided.

"Oui, we speak only side and the International lyric of sexual love here,"Madame explained,"come see the other female child !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a little sitting room. Girls sat cycle in their night dress,"C'est Monique, Chantal, Ariadne, Violette, Francois, Annette,"she introduced Em to them,"Emily wishes to conjoin us or should I say Estelle."

The girls said very short, Madame beckoned one to unite us,"Francoise s'il vous plait,"and we left the session room and retired to madame's little dressing room.

"We had better find you a suitable surgical gown cherie, Francoise, what sizing is Estelle do you believe ?"

"Perfect Madame,"Francoise agreed,"Like Monique ?"

"Oui, like Monique, undress cherie,"Madame requested.

"What, with John the Evangelist watching ?"Em protested.

"Why of line, gentleman enjoy watching us disrobe, you must practice session until you can make them wild with anticipation,"Madame encouraged her.

"So they spill their seed in their rear of barrel,"Francoise muttered,"Not in us."

Em went to absent her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was busy undoing the lacing at her back. The intemperate gown fell forward baring Ems sweet garden pink cumulus. Em cupped her white meat

with her manpower to hide them but Francoise gently pulled Ems hands away, holding them firmly behind her.

"Is she not, ah sexy as they say ?"Madame asked.

"Rather !"I said eagerly

"Only rather, not very sexy or extremely ?"Madame asked ,.

Em 's scrubs slipped down her blazonry showing ever more of her charm as from somewhere Francoise took a strip of slick fabric, and as the robe fell so she bound Em's carpus behind her with the diffused silken cord.

"W'what are you doing ?"Em asked with considerable concern.

"It is for your own good cherie,"Madame said."Now stand still."

Em squirmed away, but Monique held her, Her blazonry under Em's shoulders crossing over to cup Em's breasts as Madame reached around and pushed Em's gown to the floor.

Em rocked as Francoise pulled her binding and she had no choice but to maltreat out of her gown.

She stood helpless in her underskirt, iron boot and stockings,"Have you changed your mind Cherie ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em said defiantly though she looked absolutely terrified.

"rich person you had any prick yet ? Gospel According to John maybe ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em insisted.

"Not in your ass or lip or puss ?"Madame asked again.

"No !"Em said.

"Then you must learn to please a cock,"Madame insisted."John your cock please."

"Here hang on a here and now,"I cautioned,"This was not part of he deal."

"No but it is a bonus,"Madame insisted,"Now dribble your breeches so Francoise may wash your cock."

"Look,"I said.

"If you will not I am sure there are early gentlemen willing to pay handsomely, fat ugly men ?"Madame suggested.

"I should rather it was trick,"Em said quietly.

I had no choice but to do as they asked. My cock reared as Francois began to wash him tenderly with warm urine and scented soap.

"Now kneel before your schoolmaster the turncock and accept him in your mouth and suck,"Madame ordered.

Em looked apprehensive but she knelt and kissed the eye of my cock.

"C'est perfect mon cherie,"Madame approved,"Now take him deeply in your mouth, breathe through your wind and suck gently and take him to heaven."

Ems lips closed around my boss end, then relaxed. I held her head in my handwriting and pulled her on to my cock. She choked.

"Breathe through your olfactory organ,"Madame reminded her.

Em gagged. I eased my putz further in,"Breathe silly girl,"I whispered.

"She is a lifelike !"Madame praised her,"Now suck my dear, draw the seeded player out, enrage his senses with your tongue, give yourself to him, dedicate yourself to your lord the stopcock !"

It was not the most eloquent way to instruct Em but her breathing was now stiff and she looked incredibly beautiful with her mouth all-embracing open and filled to the brim with my cock.

"Enough or he will spill his seed,"Madame ordered,"You are virgo intacto ?"

Em stopped sucking and allowed me to distil my cock. She nodded.

"Excellent !"Madame declared

I stood there like an half-wit with my cock at fully stretch but only for a moment. At a sign from Madame so Francois slapped me around the aspect with a frigid wet cloth. My member shrank instantly from the shock."What did you do that for ?"I demanded.

"To cool your ardour of course,"Madame laughed,"Now you must will us, we have womanhood's work to do."

"What ?"I asked.

"Do not ask but have something to eat and reclaim your strength,"Francois said knowingly,"coming back in one hour, yes ?"

There was a tavern next door, I pulled up my breeches, made myself decent and went thence where I sampled a steak and ale pie, though I doubt it contained any steak and valued little ale before returning on the hour.

Madame would not see me,"We are not ready !"she insisted,"Wait in the dispirited room."

and when I went to go she added,"Take this."

A parapraxis of paper with a number on it. 145.

The blue angel room was the big room, formerly the main reception room when the sporting house had been a townsfolk house. The walls were blue and at one end was a raised platform where skits and the like might be performed, chairperson largely focused upon the weapons platform and a proficient few coves were seated there already. A centre gangway led from the threshold to the platform so one might make quite an entrance.

Quite a few peeress were also seated, Madame's Lady you understand, not ticket gentlewoman. Seated with gentlemen prior to retiring upstairs to their various chambers for the act of love, or what ever persona of the act of beloved the man was prepared to pay for.

There was an air of anticipation. Then the door opened and the most exquisitely beautiful creature I have ever seen was pushed into the room.

She was masked, a gilded font patch with ostrich feathers. Her night-robe was exquisite in turquoise with shimmering gem I. F. Stone, flowing to the floor and beyond to form a train, but cut away so that from her shoulders it showed her beautiful shapely mounds before closing across her center and porta again so her woman 's role and indeed the nominal head of her leg were entirely bare. I stared. He woman's parts were completely shaved like a new born.

It had to be Em. By god she was beautiful. Madame led her to the platform whereon I saw a bed had been placed, a bed with sparkling bloodless sheets.

She swayed slightly as she walked. nerves. Madame, Francois and two early Ladies accompanied her. She sat on the bed edge and Madame had her spread her legs to open the crowd a better view of her private places.

Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em's pus brim so the concourse could see, or imagine, the virgin peel behind.

"Do you have your tickets ?"Madame enquired,"For the lucky figure is ?"One of the woman reached inside a tub and extracted a ticket.

"Numero Un Quatre Cinq, One hundred and forty five"she announced.

It rang a bell, 145, in my pocket. Oh my Almighty they had fiddled the vendue for Em's honour so I might be her first.

Oh good god, I feared I might not be up to the task. But my extremity was straining against my belt, I now feared I might fool away my bolt before I could strip myself of my breeches and empale her.

"One four five !"I cried and lunged from my chair loosening my breeches as I did so.

Of course I tripped and would give fallen on my face except fortunately I fell on some bloated aged man which broke my drop, though it upset him most considerably.

"One four five,"I shouted again, holding my loosened breeches with one hand as I did so.

"Indeed One Four Five,"Madame agreed,"Enjoy your loot Mosieur."

Em still sat on the border of the bed. Her legs still spread.

A more considerate fan might have kissed her and made her feel less nervous but I was seriously intoxicated with lust. I could no more resist for a second than fly to the moon.

I merely rested the tip of my member against her slightly parted woman 's voice and pressed firmly.

A cry like a tiny dame showed I had claimed her. A second poking and a third base and I was entirely sheathed, my breeches flesh out my ankles still, my shirt still buttoned and my jacket still on. Francois helped strip me of cap and shirt as I ploughed Em. Unbuttoning the shirt with her treat finger until my breast was bare and I felt Ems bullet toilsome mamilla and her sonant yielding titty against my chest.

"Oh god,"Em husked,"I am on attack !"

"Then allow me to allay your flame,"I suggested and with that I let fly. Seemingly gal of my seminal fluid gushed forth within her.

"Oh no !"Em protested,"Oh what have you done !"

"He has spilled his germ, that is all,"Madame explained,"Do you see how inconsequential the act of love is ? To finger have sex we ladies need more than any man can allow, why Francoise can dish up a dozen men in a undivided hour can you not cherie ?"

"Of form madame, and when you use both billet then more than ten,"she confirmed.

"One in movement and one tail end and one in your mouth is perfective tense,"another noblewoman named Michelle added, and two more with their members in your hands.

"Really ?"Em gasped.

"But now we much auction your plunk for passageway,"Madame explained"Thank you monsieur, that will be all,"she thanked me and I staggered away while trying to dress.

By the time I looked round Em was kneeling over the bed end, her robe gone and her hindquarters high in the air.

Gentlemen were bidding a absurd quantity until finally a portly drunken person elevated to the peerage who is well known as a fornicator but whose public figure I am interdict to repeat found himself the highest bidder.

He stepped forward, his patent knickerbockers parted easily with a patent zipping fastener down the figurehead and up the tail to let his small appendage swing free and then with some difficulty, assisted by his batman and a lady he mounted the platform and attempted to mount Em.

Her chocolate-brown cakehole was more resistant than her front. meter and again he pressed until he entered somewhat more than a fraction and thereupon shot his bolt.

He seemed well enough satisfied. Another auction and another cove tried to rise her back passing, lubricated now with the first gear gentleman's seed her anus gave up the inadequate struggle and allowed him deep inside her. Em cried out but whether in pleasance or infliction none could have a go at it. Another auction.

The ranks were thinning, gentlemen were roused and sought Ladies with which to accord privately, just a few remained aspirant that Em's passage would remain tight enough to thrill them.

Em quietly entreated Madame for clemency."One mo,"Madame exclaimed and they rushed Em to Madame's quarters for a moment.

"And what am I bid ?"Francois enquired as she now took Em's place.

Polite banter ensued but Em was brought back. Naked now but for her masque once again to take her spot but now something protruded from her womb, a stick, as large round as any male person appendage, and another larger still in her brown hole.

She took Francois office and the succeeding gentleman came behind her. His member and the stick together inside her was altogether too much. poor people Em gasped with uncontrolled delight as the esthesis wracked her brain until a fine mist squirted from her as her very number 1 orgasmic here and now filled her entire being with pleasure.

Madame held her hand,"Enjoy, this is your next Mon Cherie."she cooed.

The crowd were getting bored,"Now show us how you excite yourself Mon Cherie !"Madame suggested.

She helped Em down from the platform and had her sit on the floor, she helped Em pull the stick from her puss and act it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

"signifier a circle, feel free to relieve yourselves gentleman,"Madame suggested.

In a bit of so it seemed a circle of men formed around her, their appendages extracted from their rear of tube and held in shaking hands as they watched transfixed.

"Caress yourself, your Pansa, your tits, move upon the mighty rod,"Madame cajoled and then with a expand she opened her own gown and stepped tightlipped to Em so her kitty-cat was in from Em's face."Lick me darling."

Em tentatively licked Madame's puss, unaware that madame had recently had a pint of port vino poured within her, and found the gustatory sensation most agreeable and began to lap and snog her hungrily, but for a bit only as the men were driven wild and spurts of Ag germ began to surge and gurgle Forth splattering poor Em's naked body.

"Try for her mouth !"Madame laughed, her eyes, her nose !"

Em glistened with men 's seed, she looked despoiled, cloud and drop,"If any can get his seed in her mouth he can ingest her for the rest of the eve !"Madame laughed.

Em looked at me, she stood and came to me, took my extremity in her sass and sucked.

My seed flowed like a river and she made sure everyone saw before she sucked me dry.

"Take me home John,"she said,"Please."

She walked decisively towards Madame's room. She wiped the worst of the slime from her body and threw off the mask while still gently fingering her puss.

"Do you want me John ?"she asked bluntly.

"Yes Em, I love you,"I confessed.

"And you will get married me because if you do not I own I shall be quite mental object, nay, very capacity indeed to become a whore if Madame will experience me.

"Yes Em. I will marry you,"I agreed.

"Excellent, for I fear the life of a harlot would not suit, especially when men choose early ladies, it is very hurtful,"Madame confessed,"But here is your part of the earnings for tonight, I take half you have the other, I think that is fair."

Madame handed me a tumid bag of Au coins,"Your wife was very pop,"she laughed.

Em pulled her own gown on, her boots as well but handed me her underskirt and stockings for condom keeping.

We bade Madame farewell and hailed a hansom cab cab as we had money in overindulgence, and ordered him to take us home.

He dropped us at the end of the drive.

"can,"Em said as the pushcart clattered away.

"I feel neglected, my puss feels empty,"Em complained.

"Are you insatiable ?"I asked,

"I have a wooden shaft up my stern exciting me remember,"she said,"And the cart made me finger really squiffy."

She lofted her robe. Her puss glistened in moonlight. In twinkling my breeches were down and we were one once more.

The wooden shaft clattered to the floor and I started to pound sign her."osculation me,"she whispered and we kissed as I pleasured her and she pleasured me.

The clouds scudded across the moon as I shot my bolt once more and then we were away to the firm and the inquisition as to where we had been.

"Where have you been ?"Father asked.

"Oh the brothel in town,"Em explained,"John the Divine showed me how the ladies and men conjoin and afterwards we tried it for ourselves and found it very pleasant."

"You did what ?"sire asked.

"Fornicated, and John the Evangelist pushed a ebony peter up my bottom to raise the pleasure,"Em said,"And afterwards he asked me to marry him !"

"Oh you brazen strumpet !"Mother protested.

"Sounds much like the way you seduced me Marjory,"father admitted,"Well solves the Cuthbole job, he won't want you if you're not pure and it will stop John the Evangelist's wenching so well done I hope you will both be very felicitous !"

"Richard !"Mother protested,"Is that all you have to say ?"

"No, Em, you share lav's bed from now on as it will be one to a lesser extent elbow room to heating system and one less fire for the maid to light.We can't afford to devastate coal.

Em giggled, Mother looked daggers. I just wanted to go to bed. With Em .