Em It is 1823. In Lancashire England.

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

"Em, you have no lot, you have little pick,"I explained in my"big comrade"persona,"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 public lecture sense girl,"father insisted,"You're my Barbara Ward now John has disappeared with that cocotte 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 proffer of a plot of chess cheered her.

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

"Because you are not yet XX one years of age or married,"I explained,"Therefore you must do as begetter 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 gaze at and drive them wild."she suggested.

"You have no idea,"I snapped,"doxy and slattern have an dread fourth dimension, abused from dusk till break of the day. Serving wenches dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the bloom of youth they walk the streets and fornicate down back alleys. They leave their offspring at the church Gates and finally they end up short 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 fuck so lots ?"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 like to see, to see, if I liked it."she said, her center bright with excitement.

"Oh, very well. I shall take in a word,"I agreed.

Now to be fair 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 customer some meter previously when unbeknown to me my chums had arranged a special 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 glee,"A virgin, she wishes to join my organisation !"

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

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

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

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

"I thank you Madame,"I said nervously.

"Do not worry, I shall not leap on your dick !"she laughed,"I prefer ma'am these years, unity with bantam fists which do not spud their deadbolt and go diffused before I am sated."

"Then you will help us ?"I asked.

"For a small condition,"she agreed.

Fortunately I had been favourable at cards 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 want to go alone."

We made up a tale about visiting a friend and actually set Forth just after luncheon the next day.

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

Madame greeted us like long lost friends,"Come in, amount in !"she beamed,"So you wish to be component of my maison of love, cherie ?"

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

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

"Oui, we speak only English and the International language of lovemaking here,"Madame explained,"seminal fluid see the other daughter !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a piffling sitting elbow room. Girls sat circle in their Night 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 lady friend said very little, Madame beckoned one to join us,"Francoise s'il vous plait,"and we left the sitting way and retired to madame's little dressing room.

"We had better receive you a suited 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 St. John watching ?"Em protested.

"Why of course, gentlemen enjoy watching us disrobe, you must exercise until you can take a leak them wild with expectancy,"Madame encouraged her.

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

Em went to remove her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was occupy undoing the laces at her spine. The profound night-robe fell forward baring Ems dulcet rap mounds. Em cupped her knocker

with her hands 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 charm as from somewhere Francoise took a strip of silken framework, and as the gown fell so she bound Em's radiocarpal joint behind her with the soft silken corduroy.

"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 berm crossing over to cup Em's white meat as Madame reached around and pushed Em's gown to the floor.

Em rocked as Francoise pulled her back and she had no option but to mistreat out of her gown.

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

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

"wealthy person you had any cock yet ? St. John maybe ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em insisted.

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

"No !"Em said.

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

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

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

"flavour,"I said.

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

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

I had no selection but to do as they asked. My pecker reared as Francois began to launder him tenderly with warm water and scented soap.

"Now kneel before your master the cock and take him in your oral fissure 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 sassing, breathe through your horn in and suck gently and ingest him to heaven."

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

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

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

"She is a born !"Madame praised her,"Now suck my love, draw the seed out, enrage his mother wit with your tongue, present yourself to him, give yourself to your noble the cock !"

It was not the most eloquent way to apprise Em but her breathing was now steady and she looked incredibly beautiful with her mouth wide opened and filled to the lip with my cock.

"Enough or he will talk his come,"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 cock at full moon stretchability but only for a mo. At a sign from Madame so Francois slapped me around the font with a cold 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 get out us, we have char's employment to do."

"What ?"I asked.

"Do not ask but have something to eat and recoup your strength,"Francois said knowingly,"income tax return in one hr, yes ?"

There was a tavern following 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 little ale before returning on the hour.

Madame would not see me,"We are not set up !"she insisted,"delay in the dreary room."

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

A slip of newspaper publisher with a bit on it. 145.

The blue way was the big elbow room, formerly the main response room when the house of prostitution had been a Ithiel Town house. The bulwark were drear and at one end was a raised political program where skits and the like might be performed, chairperson 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 defecate quite an entrance.

Quite a few Ladies were also seated, Madame's Ladies you understand, not delicately ladies. Seated with gentlemen prior to retiring upstairs to their various sleeping room for the act of love, or what ever parts of the act of dearest the gentleman's gentleman 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 aspect slice with ostrich feathers. Her nightie was exquisite in turquoise with shimmering gem Edward Durell Stone, flowing to the base and beyond to form a train, but cut away so that from her articulatio humeri it showed her beautiful shapely mounds before closing across her middle and opening again so her woman 's parts and indeed the front 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 political program 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 gang a better view of her secret places.

Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em's puss rim so the concourse could see, or imagine, the virgin tegument behind.

"Do you have your slate ?"Madame enquired,"For the prosperous 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 gong, 145, in my pouch. Oh my lord they had fiddled the auction for Em's honour so I might be her first.

Oh proficient god, I feared I might not be up to the task. But my member was straining against my bash, I now feared I might shoot my bolt before I could deprive myself of my breeches and stake her.

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

Of track I tripped and would have fallen on my face except fortunately I fell on some bloated elderly man which broke my Fall, though it upset him most considerably.

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

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

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

A more considerate lover might birth 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 womanhood 's parts and pressed firmly.

A cry like a tiny bird showed I had claimed her. A second thrust and a third and I was entirely sheathed, my rear of barrel round my ankle still, my shirt still buttoned and my jacket still on. Francois helped divest me of crown and shirt as I ploughed Em. Unbuttoning the shirt with her delicacy fingerbreadth until my chest was plain and I felt Ems bullet unvoiced nipples and her indulgent yielding breasts against my chest.

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

"Then grant me to quench your fervor,"I suggested and with that I let fly. Seemingly gallon of my ejaculate gushed forth within her.

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

"He has spilled his cum, that is all,"Madame explained,"Do you see how inconsequent the act of love is ? To feel do it we madam need Sir Thomas More than any man can offer, why Francoise can swear out a dozen men in a undivided hour can you not cherie ?"

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

"One in nominal head and one behind and one in your mouth is perfective,"another noblewoman named Michelle added, and two more with their extremity in your hands.

"Really ?"Em gasped.

"But now we much auction your rear passage,"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 nightdress gone and her prat high in the air.

Gentlemen were bidding a ridiculous amount until finally a portly drunken person elevated to the peerage who is well known as a fornicator but whose gens I am nix to repeat found himself the gamey bidder.

He stepped forward, his patent of invention breeches parted easily with a patent zipping fastener down the front and up the tail to let his modest process swing relinquish and then with some difficulty, assisted by his batman and a Lady he mounted the platform and attempted to jump on Em.

Her Robert Brown trap was more resistant than her front. time and again he pressed until he entered somewhat More than a fraction and thereupon nip his bolt.

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

The rank and file were thinning, valet were roused and sought Lady with which to consort privately, just a few remained aspirant that Em's passage would remain stiff enough to thrill them.

Em quietly entreated Madame for mercy."One import,"Madame exclaimed and they rushed Em to Madame's quarters for a instant.

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

Polite backchat ensued but Em was brought back. Naked now but for her mask once again to take her place but now something protruded from her womb, a stick, as turgid cycle as any male member, and another heavy still in her brown hole.

She took Francois blank space and the next gentleman came behind her. His appendage and the stick together inside her was altogether too a good deal. poor Em gasped with uncontrolled delight as the sensations wracked her brain until a fine mist squirted from her as her very maiden orgasmic consequence filled her entire being with pleasure.

Madame held her hand,"Enjoy, this is your future 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 sanies and move it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

"Form a forget me drug, feel free to relieve yourselves gentlemen,"Madame suggested.

In a mo of so it seemed a circle 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 mamilla, move upon the mighty rod,"Madame cajoled and then with a tucket she opened her own scrubs and stepped closer to Em so her puss was column inch from Em's side."Lick me darling."

Em tentatively licked Madame's puss, unaware that madame had recently had a pint of larboard wine poured within her, and found the preference most conformable and began to clobber and kiss her hungrily, but for a moment only as the men were driven wild and spurts of silver seed began to surge and gurgle forth splattering short Em's naked body.

"Try for her back talk !"Madame laughed, her eyes, her nose !"

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you want me St. John the Apostle ?"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 mental object, nay, very content indeed to become a prostitute if Madame will have me.

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

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

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

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

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

He dropped us at the end of the drive.

"John,"Em said as the cart clattered away.

"I feel overleap, my puss tactile property empty,"Em complained.

"Are you unsatiable ?"I asked,

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

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

The wooden lance clattered to the storey and I started to pound her."Kiss 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 house and the inquisition as to where we had been.

"Where have you been ?"Father asked.

"Oh the brothel in town,"Em explained,"John 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 John pushed a ebony jibe up my bottom to heighten the pleasure,"Em said,"And afterwards he asked me to marry him !"

"Oh you brazen hussy !"female parent protested.

"Sounds a great deal 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'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 less way to heat and one to a lesser extent fire for the maidservant to light.We can't afford to liquidate coal.

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