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I was minding my own business in my guild, on the amphetamine floor you understand, the one reserved for gentlemen. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the even newspaper publisher. Whiling away the time until supper, It was the year the Titanic sank, 1912.

Leather chairs and oak panels, the smell of tobacco heavy on the air, talk of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the mesa as our hostesses catered to our every need.

Milly, mollie, Moira, Melissa, Mary, their names all started with an M. They looked quite overmodest despite uniforms cut to ensure their spell were always displayed. Neatly corseted waists with their white meat upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight black jackets with atomic number 47 push cut to slip under their pouting mammaries. The area below their waists entirely bare but for the tapeline holding their stockings. Their soft downy Pubes neatly trimmed or shaved.

Gold Nipple and clit annulus twinkled in the firelight. angle net stocking with seams arrow straight set off pale elegant thigh and sura while their pied toe nails peeped from refined mellow heeled shoes. Neat petty rabbits after part attached to piffling plugs pressed firmly up their compressed rear end and all set off by jaunty petty hats with necklaces rings and earrings dripping with precious stone. And all cook to perform each and any servicing we may require.

The flotsam and jetsom of the gutters attired like princesses.

Their services were provided all inclusive to the membership of the speed flooring of the order. Mouth, back passage and womb alike available to any phallus's penis and all bar mouth available to a fellow member finger or natural language though of course show of affection such as kissing upon the mouth were not allowed

They worked in relays, obviously Milly Molly et al were not their literal name calling, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A crooked finger, a gesture and they would stroll across and if indicated would straddle us and simply drop down down upon our members. Or suckle a gimp snake to rigidity, or bring an ice cold beer or liqueuras our whim dictated..

Sometimes they got it wrong, one elderly gentleman admitting,"Ye graven image I only wanted a Whisky,"as Malia extracted his member from his fly and began to suck.

But enough background detail, back to this most particular evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"Need another damned fool to bet cards,"he said drunkenly.

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

The game was salamander, club ruler, whiz High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to deal the cards. Her allow for thumb rested within the folds of her quim pleasuring herself as all the female child 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 existence 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 goddamned house,"Clearwater sighed,"Bit of a bugger really."

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

"Absolutely, rotting pile,"he agreed.

"So give it back,"I suggested.

"Not that easy old chum, baseball club rules."Simmonds pointed out,"pauperism outside player to win it then Teddy can win it back do you see ?"

"You're a all-fired fall guy slip,"I said, as looked at the broken plate of a man that fifty years of faineance drinking and gambling had created."Deal me in."

shift, 4th Earl of Latchmere, nobleman GlenAvon and versatile former titles was respective social classes above my lowly station yet many one thousand of guinea poorer.

I may have been brought up as the topical anaesthetic rector's son but t'was well known I was the Maker of the Manor's shit and had his slyness and business acumen. As well as a gift for cards.

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two Somalian shilling,"Clearwater said throwing shimmy's bank note for the house on the table.

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

I took the note.

"Thank God !"shift sighed.

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

Teddy looked aghast,"I have none."

"III unmarried girl,"Simmonds laughed.

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

"trade good god man, don't be an oaf,"Teddy snapped.

"wellspring sir I am a asshole by birth, though hardly an oaf,"I suggested,"Which child shall you offer up ?"

"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 lie with a grin into her !"Simmonds laughed.

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

"Turn my daughter into a whore. Never !"teddy bear protested.

"Well I shall allow ten days to vacate the house."I offered.

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

"No Teddy needs a lesson,"I insisted,"I'll exchange my sign of the zodiac for the daughter whom I shall sell to madame as a whore."

"Done !"grinned chemise,"Never has a man made such a short deal !"

I went back to my chair a job well done and a moral learned.

Clearwater sought me out,"shimmy rigged you,"he confided,"That girl, Hilary, have you met her ? She came out, what, two years ago, not so a great deal as a dance let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the spring of Lesbos, and I truly believe far from paying for her magical spell you would take in to pay any ego respecting chap to fuck her,"

"I just wanted to teach the old fool 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 whiskey and forget it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the redoubtable miss Hilary.

She came to my house at noon, I was still in my pajama working at my desk.

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

"What ?"I demanded.

"Hilary something or other."The Virgin suggested and the aforesaid Hilary fit 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 working girl as one could reasonably get in a female. I would swan she was refreshed from forking the dung from the horse kiosk. Her fuzz was a mess where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a cruddy brown coat and pelt tight riding britches. Her face screwed with anger and hatred.

"No,"I corrected her."As a whore, a movable to be used and abused by any as desires it for a modest fee,"

"What !"she snapped.

"A bawd to be available to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our agreement. Though desirous valet may be hardly as your imprimatur would scare a whole folk of Zulus let alone a shy cultured gentleman."

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

"Submit to none indeed,"I surmised,"I would suggest that on the adverse you are in urgent, nay immediate demand of a audio pronging."

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

"ma'am a thousand Numida meleagris would not induce me to prong you,"I said flippantly.

"commodity, we are agreed,"she agreed.

"So I shall have to pay some guttersnipe or urchin to do the human action in my stead, more disbursal,"I said shaking my straits in resignation.

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

She stank of horse cavalry, a strangely earthy olfaction which raised enquiry in my loins.

"You madam need taming,"I insisted.

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

I thought a moment before I replied."Disrobe this instant or tell your father to countermand my house forthwith."

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

"Submit or the agreement 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 heavy coat.

I hung it on the spinal column of a chairwoman for her as she tentatively undid one of the clit on her bodice, than a second.

Her fingers trembled, with awe or anger I knew or cared not. The release 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 unblock her mounds and cupped them in my hands,"It must be such a relief for them to fly the coop their bonds."

"No !"she said all-encompassing eyed but I knew in that flash that she was ripe for the taking. Her mammilla stiffened and extended.

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

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

"swinging as free as the birds. And their twat, unresolved at all times or plugged with ovolo or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whispering."uncommitted to all."

"Do not trifle with me !"she said.

The Virgin my maid looked on disapprovingly, she was no dish, well past child bearing age but she had a pleasant enough ass to fuck when naught else was offered.

"shears Mary, let us skin the rabbit."Madonna obediently fetched the large scissors grip or humble shear from the drawer in the side table.

I made an scratch into the legging half way up Hilary's thigh and started to cut away the coverings. She near froze in reverence. A bingle cut up one leg round the genitals and down the early. Then a single curving cut upwards towards the waist and back down revealing her underwear as the flap of fabric fell away.
Three to a greater extent snippet from the razor acuate blades and the underthings came away and revealed a raft of hairy moist curls and beneath a hairy moistened cunt. My appendage showed a discrete interest group and he uncurled uncomfortably within the constriction of me breeches.

"Do you know I think I will screw you after all."I declared."Mary loosen my belt and lower my knickerbockers if you please."

Madonna reluctantly lowered my breeches and underthings allowing my member to stiffen and square away as I pushed Hilary against the table.

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

"It ent bazaar, she don't want none and gets fucked and I wants it and don't get none,"Mary muttered as she obediently guided my stiffening penis 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 dick juice.

I felt no resistance from her maidenhead, but there were bar of red afterward so I presume she had been virgo intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly average extend though at an unexpected clock time of day, finishing with a fly high or at least nine adept spurt of dependable low Born rooster juice in her aristocratic vagina.

"The Virgin for deity sake bathe this urchin before we take her to Madame."I ordered as I withdrew.

"What about my portion ?"she protested.

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

She blushed crimson,"Very well sir."she agreed.

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

Hilary jerked back to realness, her soundbox may give birth swum with excitement but now she faced reality, instead of love she had been fucked as a pass time. I had no more desire for her to drop my offspring than I had to dance the Viennese walk-in stark naked at the William Henry Gates to Buckingham castle while they changed the safety device. 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 Mary an hour or so later. The tin bath was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater spread across the floor towards the drainpipe. Hilary lay naked on the flag as she suckled Mary's massive teats and rhythmically pressed her clenched fist into Marys voluminous cunt. Virgin Mary only ever wore a mere gabardine and she too was near defenseless as her smock was largely around her neck.

"I shall burn off these rags,"I said as I scooped up Hilary's wearing apparel, but she and Mary were too absorbed with each other to notice.

Brabbinger my stableboy coughed. He had been watching from the dark."The young gentlewoman's horse sir ?"he queried.

"She's no Lady, she's a alkali lady of pleasure,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring Mary,"Shall you take a poke ?"

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

"Well I just poked her,"I said,"Divine knows why."

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

image raced through my judgment,"Quite so."I agreed,"Feed and water system the horse would you, no send word of honor to my cabaret, have a uniform sent and a comforter, take the whore's horse."I laughed at my own lapse into poetry,"whore's horse"indeed.

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

Brabbinger returned within the half time of day with Miss Middleton, one of Madame's dressers, a weasel faced vapid chested witch of around XXX five summertime and 30 thousand men, a street whore with nimble fingers an eye for beauty and a talent for fitting stays, stockings shoes and can male plug as well as the creative person touch which with blusher and powder turns the dullest scullery maid or fatty Captain Cook into an object of desire.

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

"Less of your insolence, bend over I wish to screw 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 fingerbreadth into her quim.

"Ooh,"Hilary gasped.

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

"Have some decorousness adult female !"I snapped.

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

I gave up and walked off.

An time of day later and Middleton sought me out,"I done me best,"she said.

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

My Ostler was lurking in the shadows as always. Feasting his centre on Hilary's now ringed clitoris and shaved pubes now framed by stocking tape measure and her ringed teats now upthrust by a soaked black corset.

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

He strode up to the girl and raised his duster revealing short fat hairy legs and a long fat hairy prong, I'll wager there was more than hair on his balls than on a rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his agreement that she looked desirable butbhe obviously decided to misunderstand me and to sample her charms instead.

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

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

"Oh my lord !"she wailed,"I am in Shangri-la !"

Now to be quite honest there is small as dis spiriting as finding one's servant has a prong unquestionably superscript to one's own both in length and girth and energy, and I turned on my heel and strode away after no more than ten bit at the outside.

The way he kneaded her breasts and crushed her lips with his lips was quite obscene, while the way she raked his back with her nails was quite uncalled for and the oink and protestation of love life was such to make me nauseous.

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

"wellspring done !"Middleton shouted,"bravo, who knows we may make Madame proud of you yet !"

I sat a piece and returned to find 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.

"Show me."I insisted.

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

"show the gentleman's gentleman,"Middleton insisted.

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

"surface 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 get laid her to your hearts subject matter this eve but for now I must fork up her to Madame before my special gentleman arrives."

"Special valet de chambre ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the nightclub later, after fending off Cooks'suggestions that her ass was as tight as anyone's pussy, something demonstrably false, and by dinner meter I was gorging myself on SALT pork and onion washed down by some of the finest wines from the Antipodes.

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

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

However seeing Lord Glenavon, Hilary's father arrive rather the worse for drink gave me an iniquity whimsey which I proceeded to put in train.

"slip won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"Need a third for a threesome, new fancy woman penury breaking in don't cha know."


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

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into Melissa, a lustrous red ball gag now flilled her mouth, a unmortgaged augury of what we called a screamer. A whore who could not foreclose 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 set forth on his apple pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any interest group but ordered."Capital, just straddle me dame and let me alleviate your quim while I eat my pud there's a dear."He unbuttoned his breeches 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 balmy pink quim rested gently upon his length.

It reared like an Indian snake charmer's snake, a veritable python. Spearing upwards towards her viscera. It seemed quite freaky. Teddy about to screw his own girl unknowingly.

He reached down and aimed his cock between the back talk of her quim. She raised herself then sank down with a content suspiration and a slight dribble from her chunk gag. Then she began to have intercourse greedily.

Teddy laughed,"Bally gamekeeper, spitting paradigm of the sod, cuckolded d'ya see ?"He explained,"Never was me girl, should have fucked her years ago."

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

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

I cursed, far from teaching Teddy a lesson I had learned one myself. I rued my discomfiture and made my way homeward.

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

The morning brought further tribulations.

Hilary's sure-enough baby. A weasel faced, wasp waisted thread maker completely devoid of female appendage or so it seemed she arrived at some ungodly time of day when no gentleman or gentlewoman should be abroad and demanded to see me.

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

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

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

"wagerer put thee britches on low gear,"she laughed.

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

"Miss Latchmere ?"I queried.

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

"And what brings you here ?"I asked.

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

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

"Oh yes,"she replied,"You surpass my uncollectible first moment by some considerable margin."

"wealthy person you merely come to insult me or had you some other intention in mind ?"I asked.

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my father, prostitute my sister and break my chances of making a soundly marriage."

"You certainly have a bluntness of speech about you,"I admitted.

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

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

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

"Really ?"I queried as she tried in vain to deplume her dress."Allow me."

I grasped the shoulder joint of her clothes and it ripped right down the presence, I ripped aside the cover of her heap freeing them,"Remind me, did I delight you or merely attempt to ?"

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

"Twenty shillings for your honour !"I offered.

"I meant marriage ceremony,"she said,"Dear god are you really this pudden-head ?"

"Stupid yes heroic no,"I confirmed,"Though your mammilla are most tempt and are roused if I am not mistaken."

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

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

"No more than yours,"she quipped.

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

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

"He fucks me ass mostly,"Cook interjected.

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

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

I sighed,"Shut your rattle and lay for me, then you can render the magistrate your mangled apparel and a just creaming within your parts."

"Very well, where is the bedchamber ?"she asked.

"Here on the flooring !"I insisted.

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

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

How was I to know it was the most romanticistic motion she had ever known ? The pitiful little girl's quim was soaking with prediction and in a moment as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

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

"This madam is merely a simple screw,"I explained as I started to hump her,"Though I own a very concordant one."

"Oh that makes me find so gracious,"she said and she smiled.

"Really ?"I queried,"Usually women ask if I have finished yet, or progress to some sarcastic remark."

"No, its really prissy, oh my god, its really nice."she said as the paries of her virgin cunt instinctively began to milk my cock.

It was all too much and suddenly a keen torrent of seed shot from my loins and flooded her entirely.

I lay until I was spent and my member shrank and them rolled onto my back."Do your unsound,"I said and drifted into a contented sleep.
"lead it in your hand like thus,"I heard James Cook saying as mortal gripped my rooster in their deal,"He ent much of a cocksman, one spurt marvel,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a sucking will probably rouse him."

"What's up ?"I said.

"Damned John Constable thinks I'm my sister and that I'm a whore,"young woman Latchmere explained.

"So you are trying conquest ?"I queried.

"In a intelligence, yes."she agreed.

"You are an ageing weasel faced categoric chested spinner, why should I strike preeminence of you ?"I asked.

She thought a consequence"Because my firstborn boy tiddler shall inherit sire's deed, should you not like your son to be the Earl Latchmere, the 5th Baron Latchmere ?"

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a mo."My sister is a whore and she can legislate on all fashion of whorish tricks to celebrate you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"Good head,"I agreed,"On your back I wish to fuck you again."


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