The pep pill Floof



I was minding my own business in my cabaret, on the upper floor you understand, the one reserved for man. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the evening paper. Whiling away the time until supper, It was the yr the Titanic sank, 1912.

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

Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, Blessed Virgin, their names all started with an M. They looked quite demure despite uniforms cut to insure their charms were always displayed. Neatly corseted waists with their white meat upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight black jacket crown with silver medal buttons cut to luxate under their pouting mammaries. The area below their shank entirely bare but for the tapes holding their stockings. Their mild downy pubic bone neatly trimmed or shaved.

Gold nipple and clitoris rings twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with crease arrow straight set off pale elegant second joint and calves while their painted toe nails peeped from graceful high heeled brake shoe. Neat little rabbits butt attached to piffling plugs pressed firmly up their wet merchantman and all set off by jaunty little hats with necklaces rings and earrings dripping with jewels. And all ready to perform each and any help we may require.

The flotsam and jetsom of the gutter attired like princesses.

Their services were provided all inclusive to the membership of the upper berth floor of the cabaret. lip, back passage and womb alike uncommitted to any member's extremity and all bar lip available to a fellow member finger or tongue though of course show of tenderness such as kissing upon the oral cavity were not allowed

They worked in relays, obviously Milly Molly et al were not their real name, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A crooked finger, a gesture and they would saunter across and if indicated would range us and simply sink down upon our phallus. Or suckle a wilted Snake to rigidity, or bring an ice cold beer or liqueuras our whim dictated..

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

But enough screen background detail, back to this most fussy evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"Need another damned jester to play cards,"he said drunkenly.

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

The game was poker, clubhouse rules, Aces High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to deal the cards. Her left quarter round rested within the sheepcote of her quim pleasuring herself as all the girls were instructed to do while idling. Her bared titty with golden rings swung alluringly to and fro as she rocked gently to her own rhythm as she quietly drifted into a world of her own as she frigged herself towards orgasm.

"shift's in a spot of botheration,"Simmonds gloated.

"Bet his damned house and lost !"Howard Carter laughed.

"And ?"I enquired.

"I don't need a damned sign,"Clearwater sighed,"Bit of a sodomist really."

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

"Absolutely, rotting peck,"he agreed.

"So give it back,"I suggested.

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

"You're a bloody sap Teddy,"I said, as looked at the broken shell of a man that fifty years of loafing crapulence and gambling had created."Deal me in."

shift, 4th Earl of Latchmere, Divine GlenAvon and various former titles was several mixer classes above my lowly place yet many G of ginzo poorer.

I may have been brought up as the local parson's son but t'was well known I was the Lord of the Manor's bastard and had his cunning and business acumen. As well as a talent for cards.

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two bob,"Clearwater said throwing Teddy's musical note for the house on the table.

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

I took the note.

"Thank God !"chemise sighed.

"Not so fast,"I insisted,"I fear you need to take a lesson, what collateral shall you proffer ?"

teddy bear looked aghast,"I have none."

"Three unmarried daughter,"Simmonds laughed.

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

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

"well sir I am a bastard by birth, though hardly an oaf,"I suggested,"Which child shall you offer ?"

"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 fuck a grinning into her !"Simmonds laughed.

"Hardly, I shall deal to Madame to defray my disbursal,"I explained.

"Turn my girl into a bawd. Never !"Teddy protested.

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

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

"No slip needs a example,"I insisted,"I'll exchange my house for the daughter whom I shall sell to madame as a whore."

"Done !"grinned Teddy,"Never has a man made such a poor bargain !"

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

Clearwater sought me out,"Teddy rigged you,"he confided,"That daughter, Hilary, have you met her ? She came out, what, two years ago, not so much 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 appealingness you would have to pay any ego respecting cranny to fuck her,"

"I just wanted to teach the old mug a lesson, '' I explained,"If this so forebode girl is indeed nineteen summertime gone then I'll just let the matter quietly drop, have a few whiskey and forget it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the unnerving fille Hilary.

She came to my menage at noon, I was still in my pj's working at my desk.

Mary my maidservant came to seek me,"There's some adult female downstairs who reckons she's your whore."

"What ?"I demanded.

"Hilary something or other."Mary suggested and the aforesaid Hilary outburst 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 whore as one could reasonably get in a female. I would cuss she was fresh from forking the dung from the horse stalls. Her pilus was a pickle where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a filthy Robert Brown coating and shin tight riding britches. Her face screwed with anger and hatred.

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

"What !"she snapped.

"A whore to be available to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our agreement. Though desirous gentlemen may be just as your countenance would scare a whole tribe of Zulus let alone a shy civilized gentleman."

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

"Submit to none indeed,"I surmised,"I would suggest that on the contrary you are in urgent, nay immediate need of a phone pronging."

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

"Madam a thousand guineas would not induce me to prong you,"I said flippantly.

"Good, we are agreed,"she agreed.

"So I shall have to pay some guttersnipe or urchin to do the deed in my position, more than disbursement,"I said shaking my oral sex in resignation.

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

She stank of buck, a strangely crude flavor which raised question in my loins.

"You madam need taming,"I insisted.

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

I thought a moment before I replied."Disrobe this twinkling or tell your father to revoke 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 chair for her as she tentatively undid one of the release on her bodice, than a second.

Her fingers trembled, with fear or choler I knew or cared not. The release parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her mounds were much constricted. It caught my attending. My member stirred again.

"Quite delightful allow me,"I said softly as I helped to relinquish her heap and cupped them in my hands,"It must be such a relief for them to get out their bonds."

"No !"she said extensive eyed but I knew in that instant that she was ripe for the taking. Her pap stiffened and extended.

"sporting lady's pile are ever freed, shall you like that ?"I asked.

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

"vacillation as free as the fowl. And their puss, open at all times or plugged with thumb or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whisper."available to all."

"Do not wanton with me !"she said.

Mary my maiden looked on disapprovingly, she was no beauty, well past tyke presence age but she had a pleasant decent ass to fuck when naught else was offered.

"Shears Blessed Virgin, let us clamber the rabbit."Mary obediently fetched the large scissors or small shears from the drawer in the side table.

I made an incision into the leging half way up Hilary's second joint and started to cut away the masking. She near froze in fear. A single cut up one leg round the crotch and down the other. Then a unmarried curving cut upwards towards the waist and back down revealing her underwear as the flap of fabric fell away.
Three more snips from the razor sharp blade and the underthings came away and revealed a mass of hairy moist curl and beneath a hairy moistened snatch. My penis showed a distinct stake 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 belted ammunition and miserable my knee breeches if you please."

The Virgin reluctantly lowered my knee pants and underthings allowing my phallus to stiffen and straighten as I pushed Hilary against the table.

"scout my member in Mary if you please."I requested.

"It ent fair, she don't want none and gets fucked and I wants it and don't get none,"Mary muttered as she obediently guided my tighten phallus towards Hilary's pouting quim.

"Later,"I suggested as my fellow member gently parted Hilary's pouting cunt lips.

"No !"she said but he consistence said"Yes yes yes,"such was her need for cock and dick juice.

I felt no resistance from her virginal membrane, but there were streaks of red afterward so I presume she had been virgo intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly intermediate gallop though at an unexpected clock time of day, finishing with a brandish or at least nine effective spurts of good low Max Born cock succus in her aristocratic vagina.

"Mary for God 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 rolling pin,"I suggested,"But this time wash it before rolling out the pastry."

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

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

Hilary jerked back to reality, her torso may receive swum with agitation but now she faced reality, instead of love she had been fucked as a pass time. I had no more desire for her to discharge my offspring than I had to trip the light fantastic the Viennese waltz stark naked at the gate to Buckingham castle while they changed the safeguard. 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 Virgin Mary an 60 minutes or so later. The tin bathroom was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater spreading across the floor towards the drainpipe. Hilary lay naked on the flagstone as she suckled Madonna's massive teats and rhythmically pressed her fist into Virgin Mary twisty cunt. Virgin Mary only ever wore a simple duster and she too was near bare as her smock was largely around her neck.

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

Brabbinger my Ostler coughed. He had been watching from the shadows."The Cy Young madam's horse cavalry sir ?"he queried.

"She's no Lady, she's a base whore,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring Virgin Mary,"Shall you take a Phytolacca americana ?"

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

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

"shenanigan they has sir, spool you in like,"he says,"Me I likes horses."

image raced through my mind,"Quite so."I agreed,"Feed and H2O the horse would you, no send intelligence to my club, have a consistent sent and a comforter, take the cocotte's horse."I laughed at my own lapse into poetry,"whore's sawhorse"indeed.

There is only a finite time one can watch women pleasuring each early especially untempting single, so after no to a greater extent than seven hour, 12 at the outside, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the half hour with Miss Middleton, one of Madame's chest of drawers, a weasel faced flat chested crone of around thirty five summertime and thirty thousand men, a street lady of pleasure with quick fingers an eye for beauty and a talent for fitting corsets, stockings place and tail assembly hoopla as well as the artists touch which with rouge and gunpowder turns the dense scullery maid or fattest cook into an objective of desire.

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

"Less of your freshness, bend over I wish to fuck you,"I averred.

"Not if you been fucking that you ent, I got my pridefulness,"Middleton said icily.

She set down her bag and took out a tub of butter. Greasing her finger's breadth and thumb she advanced upon Hilary even as she continued to pleasure Blessed Virgin and grasped her firmly, one quarter round pressed firmly up Hilary's back passageway and the fingers 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 fingers and wiped them on a cloth,"Twenty three inch waist, its like making a silk wedding dress out of a hog ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorousness woman !"I snapped.

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

I gave up and walked off.

An 60 minutes later and Middleton sought me out,"I done me good,"she said.

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

My ostler was lurking in the shadows as always. Feasting his eye on Hilary's now ringed clitoris and shaved pubes now framed by stocking tapes and her skirt teats now upthrust by a tight black corset.

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

He strode up to the girl and raised his dust coat revealing short fat hairy wooden leg and a long fat hairy prong, I'll bet there was Thomas More fuzz on his balls than on a Rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his agreement that she looked desirable butbhe obviously decided to be amiss me and to try out her appeal instead.

He grasped her firmly and in a trice was Hilary pushed against the study 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 giant forcibly into her uterus.

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

"Oh my lord !"she wailed,"I am in heaven !"

Now to be quite honest there is little as dis spiriting as finding one's retainer has a prong unquestionably superior to one's own both in length and girth and vigor, and I turned on my cad and strode away after no more than ten minutes at the outside.

The way he kneaded her breasts and crushed her rim with his sassing was quite obscene, while the way she raked his cover with her nails was quite uncalled for and the grunts and protestations of sexual love was such to make me nauseous.

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

"fountainhead done !"Thomas Middleton shouted,"Bravo, who knows we may make Madame proud of you yet !"

I sat a spell and returned to encounter Hilary attired in a cloak. which hid her component part. 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."

"appearance the gentleman,"Thomas Middleton insisted.

Hilary reluctantly raised the cloak showing a stout leather strap secured around her crotch which clearly held quim and anal retentive plugs in place.

"Open her up I wish to try out her,"I ordered.

"Not now after I perfumed and plugged her and everything,"Middleton argued."You had every opportunity sir and if you desire you can jazz her to your hearts content this eve but for now I must give birth her to Madame before my limited gentleman's gentleman arrives."

"Special man ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the guild later, after fending off Cooks'suggestions that her ass was as tight as anyone's cunt, something demonstrably untrue, and by dinner party time I was gorging myself on salt pork and Allium cepa washed down by some of the hunky-dory wines from the Antipodes.

Hilary was nowhere to be seen when I arrived. It seemed she had become something of a fame and every valet de chambre 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 drinking gave me an evil notion which I proceeded to put in train.

"Teddy won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"penury a third for a threesome, new whore pauperization breaking in don't cha know."


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

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into Melissa, a promising red ball gag now flilled her oral fissure, a cleared sign of what we called a bellower. A cyprian who could not prevent 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 start on his Malus pumila pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any interest but ordered."working capital, just straddle me wench and let me alleviate your quim while I eat my pud there's a dear."He unbuttoned his knickers 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 indulgent pinko quim rested gently upon his length.

It reared like an Indian Snake River charmer's snake, a veritable python. Spearing up towards her innards. It seemed quite bizarre. Teddy about to sleep with his own girl unknowingly.

He reached down and aimed his rooster between the lips of her quim. She raised herself then sank down with a contented sigh and a slight dribble from her orb gag. Then she began to hump greedily.

Teddy laughed,"Bally game warden, spitting image of the sod, cuckolded d'ya see ?"He explained,"Never was me daughter, should cause fucked her days ago."

I shook my pass, 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 business organization,"I said as Hilary bounced up and down far too energetically on her supposed founding father's pecker and I left them to their joyous union.

I cursed, far from teaching Teddy a example 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 humour to render so I retired to my bed somewhat frustrated and slept only fitfully.

The morning brought further tribulations.

Hilary's older sis. A weasel faced, wasp waisted spinster completely devoid of female member or so it seemed she arrived at some ungodly time of day when no gentleman or ma'am should be abroad and demanded to see me.

Cook relayed the data 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 ?"James Cook asked,"Or shall you get it on my ass first ?"

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

"Better put thee britches on first-class honours degree,"she laughed.

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

"girl Latchmere ?"I queried.

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

"And what brings you here ?"I asked.

"My gymnastic horse,"she replied sarcastically,"But to be reliable I wanted to see exactly what sort of a saphead my father has been conniving with."

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

"Oh yes,"she replied,"You surpass my worst anticipation by some considerable margin."

"have you merely come to insult me or had you some other intention in idea ?"I asked.

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my father, prostitute my sister and ruin my chance of making a goodness marriage."

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

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

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

"So I understand,"she said,"But I do believe the constable will believe my tale when I scream and say how you tore my clothes and sought to delight me."

"Really ?"I queried as she tried in vain to displume her wearing apparel."Allow me."

I grasped the articulatio humeri of her frock and it ripped right down the front end, I ripped aside the binding of her mounds freeing them,"Remind me, did I delight you or merely attempt to ?"

"I care not, puddle me an pass or I go to the magistrate !"she snapped

"XX shillings for your accolade !"I offered.

"I meant marriage,"she said,"Dear god are you really this stunned ?"

"Stupid yes desperate no,"I confirmed,"Though your teats are most allure and are roused if I am not mistaken."

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

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

"No more than 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.

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

"Hilary said it was petite,"Miss Latchmere observed,"But it looks monstrous !"

I sighed,"Shut your rattle and lay for me, then you can show the magistrate your pluck clothes and a good creaming within your parts."

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

"Here on the floor !"I insisted.

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

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

How was I to have it off it was the most amorous gesture she had ever known ? The poor girl's quim was soaking with prevision and in a here and now as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

Her tight virgin cunt gripped my member."shuffling passion to me !"she pleaded.

"This madam is merely a dim-witted nookie,"I explained as I started to make out her,"Though I own a very concordant one."

"Oh that makes me feel so nice,"she said and she smiled.

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

"No, its really overnice, oh my god, its really nice."she said as the walls of her Virgo slit instinctively began to milk my cock.

It was all too a lot and suddenly a cracking 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 worst,"I said and drifted into a contented sleep.
"acquire it in your handwriting like thus,"I heard Captain James Cook saying as someone gripped my turncock in their hand,"He ent much of a cocksman, one spirt wonder,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a suck will probably rouse him."

"What's up ?"I said.

"Damned constable thinks I'm my sister and that I'm a whore,"miss Latchmere explained.

"So you are trying conquest ?"I queried.

"In a word of honor, yes."she agreed.

"You are an ageing weasel faced plane chested spinster, why should I bring promissory note of you ?"I asked.

She thought a moment"Because my eldest boy child shall inherit Father-God's title, should you not like your son to be the Earl Latchmere, the 5th top executive Latchmere ?"

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a moment."My sister is a whore and she can pass on all manner of whorish tricks to keep you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"goodness detail,"I agreed,"On your back I wish to fuck you again."


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