Em It is 1823. In Lancashire England.

"Look I would rather die than marry Archie Cuthbole,"cousin-german Emily said forcibly after dinner one evening.

"Em, you have no fortune, you have little choice,"I explained in my"big Brother"part,"He is a desirable suitor."

"He is woebegone and disgusting, I should rather be a street walking cocotte than hook up with him !"she snapped.

"For gods sake talk sense little girl,"father insisted,"You're my ward now Saint John 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 proposition of a game of chess cheered her.

"I'm eighteen, why should I throw my life away ?"she asked as I tried to soothe 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 unripe to know your own mind."

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

"You have no idea,"I snapped,"Concubines and streetwalkers have an frightening fourth dimension, abused from dusk till dawn. Serving bird dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the bloom of young person they walk the streets and fornicate down back alleys. They leave their offspring at the church gates and finally they end up all in or in the workhouse."

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

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

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



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

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

"Rather like taking one's own ale to an ale family,"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 have a word,"I agreed.

Now to be true I had no design 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 prison term previously when unbeknownst to me my crony had arranged a limited delicacy for my eighteenth 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 mirth,"A virgin, she wishes to fall in my establishment !"

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

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

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

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

"I thank you Madame,"I said nervously.

"Do not care, I shall not leap on your cock !"she laughed,"I prefer ladies these days, unity with lilliputian fists which do not snap their bolts and go soft before I am sated."

"Then you will assist us ?"I asked.

"For a small consideration,"she agreed.

Fortunately I had been prosperous at bill of fare recently and the sum was within my agency, 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 taradiddle about visiting a admirer and actually set Forth River just after luncheon the next day.

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

Madame greeted us like long lost friends,"Come in, get along 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 knowledge of Daniel Chester French was scanty at best.

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

"Oui, we speak only English and the international linguistic process of honey here,"Madame explained,"seminal fluid see the other girls !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a little sitting room. Girls sat rhythm in their dark attire,"C'est Monique, Chantal, Ariadne, Violette, Francois, Annette,"she introduced Em to them,"Emily wishes to join us or should I say Estelle."

The girls said very little, Madame beckoned one to connect us,"Francoise s'il vous braid,"and we left the seance elbow room and retired to madame's little dressing room.

"We had better find you a worthy gown cherie, Francoise, what size is Estelle do you think ?"

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

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

"What, with Saint John watching ?"Em protested.

"Why of form, gentlemen enjoy watching us disrobe, you must practice until you can do them wild with anticipation,"Madame encouraged her.

"So they spill their seed in their knickerbockers,"Francoise muttered,"Not in us."

Em went to remove her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was busy undoing the laces at her back. The operose gown fell forward baring Ems sweet tap mounds. Em cupped her breasts

with her work force 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 nightgown slipped down her arms showing ever more of her charms as from someplace Francoise took a striptease of silklike fabric, and as the scrubs fell so she bound Em's articulatio radiocarpea behind her with the balmy 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 arms 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 rachis and she had no pick but to pace out of her gown.

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

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

"Have you had any cock yet ? Saint John maybe ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em insisted.

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

"No !"Em said.

"Then you must memorize to delight a cock,"Madame insisted."toilet your cock please."

"Here hang on a moment,"I cautioned,"This was not component part of he deal."

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

"flavor,"I said.

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

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

I had no selection but to do as they asked. My cock reared as Francois began to wash him tenderly with warm body of water and scented soap.

"Now kneel before your passkey the dick and take him in your rima oris and suction,"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 rima oris, breathe through your nose and suck in gently and have him to heaven."

Ems lips closed around my knob end, then relaxed. I held her head in my manus and pulled her on to my rooster. She choked.

"Breathe through your nose,"Madame reminded her.

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

"She is a natural !"Madame praised her,"Now suck my dear, reap the seed out, enrage his senses with your tongue, give yourself to him, give yourself to your lord the dick !"

It was not the most eloquent way to instruct Em but her breathing was now steady and she looked incredibly beautiful with her mouth widely loose and filled to the brim with my cock.

"sufficiency or he will spill his seed,"Madame ordered,"You are Virgo intacto ?"

Em stopped sucking and allowed me to draw out my stopcock. She nodded.

"Excellent !"Madame declared

I stood there like an idiot with my shaft at replete stretching but only for a moment. At a signaling from Madame so Francois slapped me around the face with a moth-eaten wet cloth. My appendage shrank instantly from the stupor."What did you do that for ?"I demanded.

"To chill your fire of course,"Madame laughed,"Now you must leave us, we have charwoman's body of work to do."

"What ?"I asked.

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

There was a tavern next room access, 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 precious trivial ale before returning on the hour.

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

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

A berth of paper with a numeral on it. 145.

The blue way was the big way, formerly the main reception elbow room when the house of prostitution had been a Town house. The walls were blueish and at one end was a raised platform where skits and the like might be performed, Chairs largely focused upon the platform and a good few coves were seated there already. A centre aisle led from the door to the political platform so one might make quite an entrance.

Quite a few Ladies were also seated, Madame's noblewoman you understand, not delicately noblewoman. Seated with gentlemen prior to retiring upstairs to their versatile chambers for the act of making love, or what ever parts of the act of beloved the gentlemen was prepared to pay for.

There was an air of expectancy. Then the doorway opened and the most exquisitely beautiful tool I have ever seen was pushed into the room.

She was masked, a gilded face objet d'art with Struthio camelus feathers. Her night-robe was exquisite in turquoise with shimmering gem Harlan Stone, flowing to the trading 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 midsection and gap again so her adult female 's parts and indeed the nominal head of her pegleg were entirely unsheathed. I stared. He woman's component 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 white sheets.

She swayed slightly as she walked. Nerves. Madame, Francois and two other Ladies accompanied her. She sat on the bed edge and Madame had her spread her legs to afford the crowd a better view of her secret places.

Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em's puss back talk so the throng could see, or imagine, the Virgin skin behind.

"Do you get your tickets ?"Madame enquired,"For the lucky act is ?"One of the women reached inside a tub and extracted a ticket.

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

It rang a gong, 145, in my pouch. Oh my lord they had fiddled the auction for Em's honour so I might be her first.

Oh respectable god, I feared I might not be up to the task. But my member was straining against my belt, I now feared I might shoot my bolt before I could disinvest myself of my breeches and impale her.

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

Of form I tripped and would take in fallen on my face except fortunately I fell on some bloated elderly gentleman which broke my crepuscule, though it upset him most considerably.

"One four five,"I shouted again, holding my tease knickerbockers with one deal as I did so.

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

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

A more considerate lover might have kissed her and made her smell less anxious but I was seriously intoxicated with lust. I could no more resist for a sec than fly to the moon.

I merely rested the tip of my penis against her slightly parted womanhood 's constituent and pressed firmly.

A cry like a tiny bird showed I had claimed her. A endorse thrust and a third and I was entirely sheathed, my knee breeches round my ankles still, my shirt still buttoned and my jacket crown still on. Francois helped deprive me of jacket and shirt as I ploughed Em. Unbuttoning the shirt with her dainty fingerbreadth until my chest was simple and I felt Ems bullet hard mammilla and her soft conceding breasts against my chest.

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

"Then allow me to quench your fervor,"I suggested and with that I let fly. Seemingly gallons of my seed gushed forth within her.

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

"He has spilled his seed, that is all,"Madame explained,"Do you see how inconsequential the act of love is ? To feel lie with we lady need more than any man can provide, why Francoise can service a dozen men in a single time of day can you not cherie ?"

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

"One in nominal head and one rump and one in your oral fissure is double-dyed,"another lady named Michelle added, and two Thomas More with their members in your hands.

"Really ?"Em gasped.

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

By the sentence I looked round Em was kneeling over the bed end, her robe gone and her backside mellow in the air.

Gentlemen were bidding a ridiculous sum until finally a portly boozy soul elevated to the peerage who is well known as a adulterer but whose name I am proscribed to reprise found himself the highest bidder.

He stepped forward, his patent breeches parted easily with a patent zipping fastener down the front and up the back to let his modest appendage swing free and then with some difficulty, assisted by his batman and a gentlewoman he mounted the chopine and attempted to mount Em.

Her Brown hollow was more immune than her front. Time and again he pressed until he entered somewhat more than a fraction and thereupon scene his bolt.

He seemed well enough satisfied. Another auction and another cove tried to mount up her back passage, lubricated now with the first gentleman's gentleman's semen her anus gave up the inadequate struggle and allowed him deep inside her. Em cried out but whether in pleasure or pain none could know. Another auction.

The ranks were thinning, valet de chambre were roused and sought Ladies with which to consort privately, just a few stay on wannabe that Em's passage would remain blind drunk enough to thrill them.

Em quietly entreated Madame for mercy."One instant,"Madame exclaimed and they rushed Em to Madame's living 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 masquerade party once again to select her place but now something protruded from her womb, a stick, as magnanimous round as any manful appendage, and another larger still in her brown hole.

She took Francois office and the next gentleman came behind her. His penis and the stick together inside her was altogether too much. Poor Em gasped with uncontrolled pleasure as the whizz wracked her brain until a fine mist squirted from her as her very first orgasmic moment filled her entire being with pleasure.

Madame held her bridge player,"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 joint from her ichor and move it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

"sort a circle, feel free to lighten yourselves man,"Madame suggested.

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

"Caress yourself, your pussy, your teat, move upon the mighty rod,"Madame cajoled and then with a brandish she opened her own nightgown and stepped closer to Em so her puss was inches from Em's face."punch me darling."

Em tentatively licked Madame's puss, unaware that madame had recently had a pint of port wine wine-coloured poured within her, and found the penchant most consonant and began to cream and kiss her hungrily, but for a moment only as the men were driven wild and spurts of silver come began to surge and gurgle forth splattering poor people Em's naked body.

"Try for her mouth !"Madame laughed, her center, her nuzzle !"

Em glistened with men 's seeded player, she looked despoiled, besmirch and played out,"If any can get his semen in her sass he can give birth her for the rest of the even !"Madame laughed.

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

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

"takings me home base 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 masquerade party while still gently fingering her puss.

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

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

"And you will marry me because if you do not I own I shall be quite content, nay, very cognitive content indeed to become a working girl if Madame will accept me.

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

"Excellent, for I fear the life-time of a tart would not suit, especially when men choose former ladies, it is very deleterious,"Madame confessed,"But here is your portion of the earnings for tonight, I take half you have the former, I think that is fair."

Madame handed me a heavy bag of amber coins,"Your wife was very popular,"she laughed.

Em pulled her own gown on, her the boot as well but handed me her petticoat and stockings for safety keeping.

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

He dropped us at the end of the drive.

"Gospel According to John,"Em said as the pushcart clattered away.

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

"Are you insatiable ?"I asked,

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

She lofted her gown. Her puss glistened in moonshine. In trice my breeches were down and we were one once more.

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

The swarm scudded across the lunation as I shot my thunderbolt once more and then we were away to the theatre and the inquisition as to where we had been.

"Where have you been ?"Father asked.

"Oh the house of ill repute in town,"Em explained,"bathroom showed me how the ladies and men conjoin and afterwards we tried it for ourselves and found it very pleasant."

"You did what ?"Father asked.

"Fornicated, and Saint John pushed a ebony shaft up my bottom to heighten the pleasure,"Em said,"And afterwards he asked me to get married him !"

"Oh you brazen hussy !"Mother protested.

"Sounds much like the way you seduced me Marjory,"father admitted,"fountainhead solves the Cuthbole problem, he won't want you if you're not pure and it will turn back John's wenching so well done I hope you will both be very happy !"

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

"No, Em, you share John's bed from now on as it will be one lupus erythematosus way to heat and one less firing for the maid to light.We can't afford to languish coal.

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