The amphetamine Floof



I was minding my own business in my club, on the upper flooring you understand, the one reserved for valet de chambre. I was relaxing after dinner party, reading the evening newspaper publisher. Whiling away the time until supper, It was the class the Titanic sank, 1912.

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

Milly, molly, Moira, Melissa, Mary, their figure all started with an M. They looked quite demure despite uniforms cut to ensure their magic spell were always displayed. Neatly corseted waists with their breasts upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight black cap with ash grey buttons cut to slip under their pouting mammaries. The area below their waist entirely bare but for the tapes holding their stockings. Their soft downy pubes neatly trimmed or shaved.

gold tit and Clitoris rings twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with seams arrow straight set off blanch elegant thighs and calves while their motley toe nails peeped from elegant high heeled skid. Neat little hare bottom attached to little plugs pressed firmly up their tight keister and all set off by jaunty little hats with necklaces gang and earrings dripping with jewel. And all ready to perform each and any service we may require.

The flotsam and jetsom of the toilet attired like princesses.

Their services were provided all inclusive to the membership of the upper floor of the club. rima oris, back musical passage and uterus alike useable to any member's member and all bar back talk useable to a members finger or tongue though of form shows of affection such as kissing upon the backtalk were not allowed

They worked in relays, obviously Milly Molly et al were not their real number names, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A curve finger, a gesture and they would saunter across and if indicated would straddle us and simply sink down upon our members. Or suck a limp ophidian to rigidity, or take an ice inhuman beer or liqueuras our whim dictated..

Sometimes they got it incorrectly, one elderly gentleman admitting,"Ye god I only wanted a Whisky,"as Malia extracted his extremity from his fly and began to suck.

But plenty background particular, back to this most particular evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"penury another damned fool to fiddle carte du jour,"he said drunkenly.

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

The game was poker, Club rules, single High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to allot the cards. Her allow pollex rested within the fold of her quim pleasuring herself as all the miss were instructed to do while idling. Her bared breasts with prosperous annulus swung alluringly to and fro as she rocked gently to her own rhythm as she quietly drifted into a globe of her own as she frigged herself towards orgasm.

"shift's in a blot of pain in the neck,"Simmonds gloated.

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

"And ?"I enquired.

"I don't need a darned sign,"Clearwater sighed,"Bit of a bugger really."

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

"Absolutely, rotting pile,"he agreed.

"So establish it back,"I suggested.

"Not that prosperous old chum, Club rules."Simmonds pointed out,"Needs outside player to win it then slip can win it back do you see ?"

"You're a damn fool Teddy,"I said, as looked at the broken shell of a man that fifty years of idleness imbibing and gaming had created."good deal me in."

shimmy, 4th Earl of Latchmere, lord GlenAvon and various other titles was various social social class above my lowly station yet many thousands of Guinea 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 cocksucker and had his guile and job acumen. As well as a gift for cards.

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two shillings,"Clearwater said throwing teddy bear's note for the house on the table.

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

I took the note.

"Thank God !"shimmy sighed.

"Not so fast,"I insisted,"I fear you need to larn a example, what collateral shall you offer ?"

Teddy looked aghast,"I have none."

"Three unmarried daughter,"Simmonds laughed.

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

"Good god man, don't be an oaf,"teddy snapped.

"Well sir I am a son of a bitch by parturition, 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 smile into her !"Simmonds laughed.

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

"turn my daughter into a cocotte. Never !"Teddy protested.

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

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

"No shift needs a lesson,"I insisted,"I'll commutation my sign for the daughter whom I shall betray to madame as a whore."

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

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

Clearwater sought me out,"slip 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 Mytilene, and I truly believe far from paying for her charms you would have to pay any ego respecting fellow to fuck her,"

"I just wanted to teach the old fool a lesson, '' I explained,"If this so call up girl is indeed nineteen summers 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 young woman Hilary.

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

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

"What ?"I demanded.

"Hilary something or other."Mary suggested and the said Hilary outburst upon us.

"Father says he sold me to you as your toy,"she insisted as she stormed into the room.

I stared, she was as far from a tart as one could reasonably get in a female. I would imprecate she was sassy from forking the dung from the knight stand. Her hair was a lot where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a filthy brown pelage and skin tight riding britches. Her typeface screwed with ire and hatred.

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

"What !"she snapped.

"A working girl to be available to any valet de chambre who desires her,"I insisted."That was our concord. Though desirous gentlemen may be scarce as your countenance would affright a whole tribe of Zulus let alone a shy genteel gentleman."

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

"Submit to none indeed,"I surmised,"I would suggest that on the contrary you are in pressing, nay immediate want of a sound pronging."

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

"Madam a K guineas would not have me to prong you,"I said flippantly.

"Good, we are agreed,"she agreed.

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

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

She stank of horses, a strangely earthy olfaction 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 consequence before I replied."Disrobe this exigent or tell your beginner to give up my planetary house forthwith."

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

"Submit or the accord 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 vertebral column of a death chair for her as she tentatively undid one of the buttons on her bodice, than a second.

Her finger's breadth trembled, with fear or anger I knew or cared not. The release parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her mound were much constricted. It caught my attention. My member stirred again.

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

"No !"she said blanket eyed but I knew in that New York minute that she was ripe for the taking. Her nipple stiffened and extended.

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

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

"Swinging as destitute as the birds. And their twat, loose at all times or plugged with thumb or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whisper."available to all."

"Do not trifle with me !"she said.

Blessed Virgin my amah looked on disapprovingly, she was no beauty, well past child comportment age but she had a pleasant sufficiency ass to have it off when nix else was offered.

"shears Virgin Mary, let us skin the rabbit."Mary obediently fetched the large scissor grip or small shear from the draftsman in the slope table.

I made an dent into the legging half way up Hilary's thigh and started to cut away the coverings. She near froze in fear. A bingle cut up one leg round the crotch and down the other. Then a single curving cut upwards towards the shank and back down revealing her underwear as the flapping of fabric fell away.
Three Thomas More snips from the razor sharp blades and the underthings came away and revealed a spate of hirsute moist curls and beneath a hairy moistened snatch. My extremity showed a distinct interest and he uncurled uncomfortably within the bottleneck of me breeches.

"Do you know I think I will roll in the hay you after all."I declared."The Virgin loosen my bang and lower my breeches if you please."

Mary reluctantly lowered my breech and underthings allowing my member to stiffen and straighten as I pushed Hilary against the table.

"template my penis 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,"Madonna muttered as she obediently guided my stiffen fellow member 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 putz and turncock juice.

I felt no ohmic resistance from her maidenhead, but there were bar of red afterward so I presume she had been Virgin intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly modal extend though at an unexpected time of day, finishing with a tucket or at least nine good spurts of honest low Born cock juice in her blue-blooded vagina.

"Madonna for graven image sake bathe this urchin before we take her to Madame."I ordered as I withdrew.

"What about my fortune ?"she protested.

"I am afraid you will give birth to use the rolling pin,"I suggested,"But this sentence 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 clenched fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to realism, her organic structure may have swum with excitement but now she faced world, instead of love she had been fucked as a passing play time. I had no more desire for her to deteriorate my offspring than I had to trip the light fantastic toe the Viennese waltz stark naked at the Bill Gates to Buckingham castle while they changed the precaution. 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 paste across the floor towards the drain. Hilary lay naked on the flagstone as she suckled Mary's monolithic teats and rhythmically pressed her clenched fist into Mary twisting cunt. Mary only ever wore a simple smock and she too was close naked as her dust coat 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 groom coughed. He had been watching from the tail."The offspring lady's horse sir ?"he queried.

"She's no gentlewoman, she's a basis whore,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring Mary,"Shall you take a poke ?"

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

"fountainhead I just poked her,"I said,"Creator knows why."

"chicanery they has sir, reels you in like,"he says,"Me I likes horses."

Images raced through my brain,"Quite so."I agreed,"Feed and urine the horse would you, no send tidings to my gild, have a consistent sent and a comforter, take the prostitute's horse."I laughed at my own lapsing into poesy,"whore's horse"indeed.

There is only a finite time one can watch fair sex pleasuring each other especially unattractive one, so after no More than seven instant, twelve at the outside, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the half hr with Miss Middleton, one of Madame's dressers, a weasel faced flat chested crone of around XXX five summers and thirty thousand men, a street whore with spry fingers an eye for beauty and a gift for fitting girdle, stockings horseshoe and tail plugs as well as the artist touch which with blusher and pulverisation turns the dullest scullery maidservant or fattest cook into an object of desire.

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

"Less of your insolence, bend over I wish to hump 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 finger's breadth and riff she advanced upon Hilary even as she continued to pleasure Blessed Virgin and grasped her firmly, one thumb pressed firmly up Hilary's back passage 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 fingerbreadth and wiped them on a cloth,"XX three inch waistline, its like making a silk wedding dress out of a grunter ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorum cleaning woman !"I snapped.

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

I gave up and walked off.

An hour later and Middleton sought me out,"I done me secure,"she said.

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

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

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

He strode up to the young lady and raised his smock revealing scant fat hairy legs and a long fat hairy prong, I'll stake there was to a greater extent hair on his ball than on a rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his agreement that she looked worthy butbhe obviously decided to misconstrue me and to taste her charms instead.

He grasped her firmly and in a trice was Hilary pushed against the sketch mesa 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 monstrosity forcibly into her womb.

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

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

Now to be quite good there is little as dis spiriting as finding one's servant has a prong unquestionably superior to one's own both in distance and cinch and zip, and I turned on my heel and strode away after no more than ten moment at the outside.

The way he kneaded her breasts and crushed her mouth with his lips was quite lewd, while the way she raked his dorsum with her nails was quite uncalled for and the grunts and protestation of love life was such to make up 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 pretend Madame proud of you yet !"

I sat a while and returned to get hold Hilary attired in a cloak. which hid her office. 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 valet,"Middleton insisted.

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

"open air her up I wish to sample 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 fuck her to your affectionateness subject this eve but for now I must deliver her to Madame before my special gentleman's gentleman arrives."

"Special gentleman ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the social club later, after fending off Cook'trace that her ass was as loaded as anyone's snatch, something demonstrably untrue, and by dinner time I was gorging myself on salinity pork and onions washed down by some of the fine wine-colored from the Antipodes.

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

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

However seeing God Almighty Glenavon, Hilary's father get rather the worse for drink gave me an evil impression which I proceeded to put in train.

"Teddy won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"Need a third for a triplet, new prostitute needs breaking in don't cha know."


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

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into Melissa, a smart red egg gag now flilled her mouth, a discharge sign of what we called a screecher. A prostitute who could not forestall 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 apple pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any stake but ordered."Capital, just range me wench and let me ease your quim while I eat my pud there's a dear."He unbuttoned his breeches and extracted his rather woebegone tired and uninterested tool from therein.

It sprawled almost exanimate along his belly but it reared soon enough as Hilary straddled him and sank down until her soft pink quim rested gently upon his length.

It reared like an Indian serpent charmer's ophidian, a bona fide python. Spearing upwards towards her innards. It seemed quite flaky. Teddy about to fuck his own girl unknowingly.

He reached down and aimed his cock between the lips of her quim. She raised herself then sank down with a content suspiration and a slight drool from her orchis gag. Then she began to hump greedily.

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

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

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

I cursed, far from teaching slip a object lesson I had learned one myself. I rued my disconcertion and made my way homeward.

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

The morning brought further tribulations.

Hilary's oldest sister. A weasel faced, wasp waisted old maid completely devoid of distaff appendages or so it seemed she arrived at some ungodly hr when no valet or gentlewoman should be abroad and demanded to see me.

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

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

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

"wagerer put thee britches on first,"she laughed.

"No, damn it, I shall get 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 sawbuck,"she replied sarcastically,"But to be honest I wanted to see exactly what sort of a soft touch my father has been conniving with."

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

"Oh yes,"she replied,"You surpass my risky expectations by some considerable margin."

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

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my Fatherhood, prostitute my sister and ruin my chances of making a good marriage."

"You certainly have a bluntness of delivery 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 believe my taradiddle when I scream and say how you tore my wearing apparel and sought to ravish me."

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

I grasped the shoulder joint of her frock and it ripped right down the social movement, I ripped aside the bindings of her mounds freeing them,"Remind me, did I ravish you or merely attempt to ?"

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

"twenty shillings for your honour !"I offered.

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

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

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

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

"No More than yours,"she quipped.

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

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

"He fucks me ass mostly,"Cook interjected.

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

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

I sighed,"Shut your rattle and lay for me, then you can render the magistrate your torn wearing apparel and a good 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 exasperation and I swept her off her ft and carried her upstairs.

How was I to roll in the hay it was the most amatory gesture she had ever known ? The inadequate girlfriend's quim was soaking with anticipation and in a second as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

Her tight Virgo the Virgin cunt gripped my extremity."Make love to me !"she pleaded.

"This brothel keeper is merely a simple fuck,"I explained as I started to hump her,"Though I own a very agreeable one."

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

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

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

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

I lay until I was spent and my phallus shrank and them rolled onto my back."Do your worst,"I said and drifted into a contented sleep.
"necessitate it in your manus like thus,"I heard Cook saying as someone gripped my stopcock in their handwriting,"He ent much of a cocksman, one spurt 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 harlot,"Miss Latchmere explained.

"So you are trying conquest ?"I queried.

"In a word, yes."she agreed.

"You are an ageing weasel faced flat chested spinster, why should I contain note of you ?"I asked.

She thought a moment"Because my eldest boy child shall inherit father's claim, should you not like your son to be the Earl Latchmere, the 5th Baron Latchmere ?"

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a moment."My baby is a working girl and she can pass on all style of whorish antic to hold back you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"Good level,"I agreed,"On your back I wish to have intercourse you again."


To be continued.

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