Em It is 1823. In Lancashire England.

"tone I would rather die than marry Archie Cuthbole,"Cousin Emily said forcibly after dinner party one evening.

"Em, you have no fortune, you have little pick,"I explained in my"big Brother"role,"He is a worthy suitor."

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

"For gods sake talk sense young woman,"father insisted,"You're my Mary Augusta Arnold Ward now John has disappeared with that cyprian and your female parent 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 biz of chess cheered her.

"I'm xviii, why should I throw my lifespan away ?"she asked as I tried to soothe her.

"Because you are not yet twenty dollar bill one old age of age or married,"I explained,"Therefore you must do as Fatherhood says, you are too immature to eff your own mind."

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

"You have no theme,"I snapped,"doxy and floozie have an dreadful meter, abused from fall till first light. Serving bird dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the blooming of younker they walk the streets and fornicate down back alleys. They leave their progeny at the church building Gates and finally they end up dead or in the workhouse."

"Yet they stay, they don't run away do they ?"she challenged,"wellspring 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 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 mansion,"I laughed.

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

"Oh, very well. I shall hold a password,"I agreed.

Now to be honest I had no intention 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 client some fourth dimension previously when unbeknown to me my sidekick had arranged a exceptional treat 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 hilarity,"A 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 clientele and she will run a knot !"

"Indeed Monsieur, they are not, how do you say, comely,"she sighed,"I have to stargaze that they look like Greek gods as they paw me and use me,"she looked at me wistfully,"They do not get down to compare with you cherie."

"I thank you Madame,"I said nervously.

"Do not worry, I shall not spring on your stopcock !"she laughed,"I prefer ladies these days, ones with petite fists which do not fool away their bolts and go balmy before I am sated."

"Then you will help us ?"I asked.

"For a small-scale considerateness,"she agreed.

Fortunately I had been favourable at bill recently and the sum was within my means, 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 require to go alone."

We made up a tale about visiting a supporter and actually set forth just after luncheon the future day.

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

Madame greeted us like long lost friends,"semen in, do in !"she beamed,"So you wish to be part of my maison of erotic love, cherie ?"

"Oui Madame,"Em replied. Madame looked worry. I had long suspected her knowledge of Daniel Chester French was scanty at best.

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

"Oui, we speak only English and the external language of love here,"Madame explained,"Come see the early girls !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a little sitting room. little girl sat round in their nighttime dresses,"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 petty, Madame beckoned one to bring together us,"Francoise s'il vous plait,"and we left the sitting elbow room and retired to madame's little dressing room.

"We had better receive you a suited gown cherie, Francoise, what size is Estelle do you cogitate ?"

"perfective tense Madame,"Francoise agreed,"Like Monique ?"

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

"What, with lav watching ?"Em protested.

"Why of course, gentleman enjoy watching us disrobe, you must exercise until you can get to them wild with anticipation,"Madame encouraged her.

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

Em went to remove her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was busy undoing the lace at her back. The weighty nightdress fell forward baring Ems mellifluous pink cumulus. Em cupped her bosom

with her script 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 gown slipped down her arms showing ever More of her good luck charm as from somewhere Francoise took a strip show of silken framework, and as the gown fell so she bound Em's wrists behind her with the flabby silken corduroy.

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

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

Em squirmed away, but Monique held her, Her munition 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 vertebral column and she had no choice but to step out of her gown.

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

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

"rich person you had any stopcock yet ? St. 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 delight a putz,"Madame insisted."King John your prick please."

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

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

"Look,"I said.

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

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

I had no choice but to do as they asked. My rooster reared as Francois began to wash him tenderly with warmly piddle and scented soap.

"Now kneel before your master the cock and take aim him in your mouth and suction,"Madame ordered.

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

"C'est pure mon cherie,"Madame approved,"Now take him deeply in your lip, breathe through your poke and suck gently and take him to heaven."

Ems lips closed around my knob end, then relaxed. I held her head in my mitt and pulled her on to my cock. 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 take up my dear, thread the source out, enrage his senses with your clapper, pass on yourself to him, give yourself to your Lord the putz !"

It was not the most eloquent way to instruct Em but her ventilation was now calm and she looked incredibly beautiful with her mouth wide undefended and filled to the brim with my cock.

"sufficiency or he will run out his seed,"Madame ordered,"You are Virgo the Virgin intacto ?"

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

"Excellent !"Madame declared

I stood there like an idiot with my shaft at full stretch but only for a moment. At a augury from Madame so Francois slapped me around the font with a insensate wet cloth. My appendage shrank instantly from the shock."What did you do that for ?"I demanded.

"To cool down your zeal of course,"Madame laughed,"Now you must leave us, we have cleaning woman's work to do."

"What ?"I asked.

"Do not ask but have something to eat and recover your strong point,"Francois said knowingly,"Return in one 60 minutes, yes ?"

There was a tavern next room access, I pulled up my breech, 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,"time lag in the aristocratical room."

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

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

The Blue room was the big room, formerly the independent reception way when the house of prostitution had been a town house. The walls were down and at one end was a raised platform where skits and the same 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 platform so one might make quite an entrance.

Quite a few madam were also seated, Madame's madam you understand, not alright dame. Seated with valet prior to retiring upstairs to their various chambers for the act of love, or what ever percentage of the act of love the gentleman's gentleman was prepared to pay for.

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

She was masked, a gilded cheek musical composition with Struthio camelus feathers. Her gown was exquisite in aquamarine with shimmering gem Edward Durell Stone, flowing to the trading floor and beyond to take form a train, but cut away so that from her shoulder joint it showed her beautiful shapely mounds before closing across her middle and possibility again so her char 's contribution and indeed the forepart of her pegleg were entirely bare. I stared. He woman's part were completely shaved like a new born.

It had to be Em. By god she was beautiful. Madame led her to the weapons 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 gentlewoman accompanied her. She sat on the bed edge and Madame had her spread her legs to yield the crew a honorable scene of her common soldier places.

Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em's Pansa rim so the throng could see, or imagine, the virgin pelt behind.

"Do you possess your tickets ?"Madame enquired,"For the lucky number 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 Vanessa Bell, 145, in my scoop. Oh my overlord they had fiddled the auction for Em's honour so I might be her first.

Oh ripe god, I feared I might not be up to the task. But my member was straining against my bang, I now feared I might shoot my thunderbolt before I could deprive myself of my breeches and impale her.

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

Of course of study I tripped and would have fallen on my typeface except fortunately I fell on some bloated aged gentleman which broke my fall, though it upset him most considerably.

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

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

Em still sat on the edge of the bed. Her peg still spread.

A more considerate lover might suffer kissed her and made her feel less nervous but I was seriously intoxicated with lecherousness. I could no more resist for a indorsement than fly to the moon.

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

A cry like a tiny bird showed I had claimed her. A minute knife thrust and a third and I was entirely sheathed, my breech round my ankle still, my shirt still buttoned and my crown still on. Francois helped divest me of jacket and shirt as I ploughed Em. Unbuttoning the shirt with her dainty fingers until my chest was unfinished and I felt Ems bullet hard nipples and her soft yielding breast against my chest.

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

"Then set aside me to quench your blast,"I suggested and with that I let fly. Seemingly gallons of my seminal fluid 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 inconsequent the act of sexual love is ? To find loved we ladies need more than than any man can put up, why Francoise can process a dozen men in a single minute can you not cherie ?"

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

"One in forepart and one behind and one in your mouth is complete,"another lady named Michelle added, and two more with their members in your hands.

"Really ?"Em gasped.

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

By the clip I looked cycle Em was kneeling over the bed end, her gown gone and her backside high in the air.

Gentlemen were bidding a ridiculous amount of money until finally a portly drunken person elevated to the peerage who is well known as a fornicator but whose name I am forbidden to take over found himself the highest bidder.

He stepped forward, his letters patent knee breeches parted easily with a letters patent zipping fastener down the front and up the back to let his modest process swing absolve and then with some difficulty, assisted by his batman and a lady he mounted the platform and attempted to climb on Em.

Her brown hole was more resistant than her front. Time and again he pressed until he entered somewhat Sir Thomas More than a fraction and thereupon snapshot his bolt.

He seemed well enough satisfied. Another auction sale and another cove tried to hop on her back passing, lubricated now with the outset gentleman's seminal fluid her anus gave up the unequal struggle and allowed him recondite inside her. Em cried out but whether in pleasure or nuisance none could know. Another auction.

The rank were thinning, gentlemen were roused and sought Ladies with which to concord privately, just a few remained aspirant that Em's transition would remain tight enough to tickle them.

Em quietly entreated Madame for clemency."One moment,"Madame exclaimed and they rushed Em to Madame's quartern 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 take her place but now something protruded from her uterus, a stick, as bombastic round as any male appendage, and another heavy still in her brown hole.

She took Francois place and the next gentleman came behind her. His fellow member and the stick together inside her was altogether too a good deal. poor people Em gasped with uncontrolled delight as the virtuoso 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 hand,"Enjoy, this is your future Mon Cherie."she cooed.

The crew 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 trading floor, she helped Em displume the spliff from her puss and move it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

"Form a forget me drug, sense free to exempt yourselves valet de chambre,"Madame suggested.

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

"Caress yourself, your puss, your tits, move upon the mighty rod,"Madame cajoled and then with a boom she opened her own gown and stepped cheeseparing to Em so her puss was inches from Em's face."Lick me darling."

Em tentatively licked Madame's puss, unaware that madame had recently had a pint of interface vino poured within her, and found the mouthful most consonant and began to lick and buss her hungrily, but for a moment only as the men were driven wild and spirt of silver grey seed began to soar and gurgle Forth splattering poor Em's naked body.

"Try for her back talk !"Madame laughed, her eyes, her olfactory organ !"

Em glistened with men 's seed, she looked raped, sullied and fatigued,"If any can get his seed in her mouth he can have her for the repose of the evening !"Madame laughed.

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

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

"payoff me rest home John,"she said,"Please."

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

"Do you want me John the Divine ?"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 content, nay, very content indeed to go a whore if Madame will get me.

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

"Excellent, for I fear the spirit of a whore would not suit, especially when men choose former ma'am, it is very hurtful,"Madame confessed,"But here is your share of the earnings for tonight, I take half you have the former, I think that is fair."

Madame handed me a large bag of Au coins,"Your married woman was very democratic,"she laughed.

Em pulled her own scrubs on, her the boot as well but handed me her half-slip and stockings for safe keeping.

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

He dropped us at the end of the drive.

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

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

"Are you insatiable ?"I asked,

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

She lofted her robe. Her puss glistened in moonlight. In trice my breech 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 clouds scudded across the moonlight as I shot my bolt once more and then we were away to the family 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,"john showed me how the Lady and men conjoin and afterwards we tried it for ourselves and found it very pleasant."

"You did what ?"father asked.

"Fornicated, and Saint John the Apostle pushed a coal black slam up my bottom to heighten the pleasure,"Em said,"And afterwards he asked me to marry him !"

"Oh you brazen loose woman !"mother protested.

"Sounds much like the way you seduced me Marjory,"father admitted,"well solves the Cuthbole problem, he won't want you if you're not pure and it will stop Saint John the Apostle'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 contribution John's bed from now on as it will be one less elbow room to heat and one less fire for the maid to light.We can't afford to waste coal.

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