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 portion, you have little choice,"I explained in my"big Brother"character,"He is a worthy suitor."

"He is infirm and disgusting, I should rather be a street walking whore than marry him !"she snapped.

"For gods sake talk signified little girl,"father insisted,"You're my Mrs. Humphrey Ward now St. John has disappeared with that prostitute 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 game of cheat cheered her.

"I'm eighteen, why should I switch my life away ?"she asked as I tried to solace her.

"Because you are not yet twenty one old age of age or married,"I explained,"Therefore you must do as father says, you are too unripe to lie with your own mind."

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

"You have no idea,"I snapped,"doxy and streetwalkers have an amazing meter, abused from evenfall money box daybreak. Serving bird dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the blush of youth they walk the streets and fornicate down back back street. They leave their offspring at the church gates and finally they end up perfectly 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 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 house,"I laughed.

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

"Oh, very well. I shall sustain 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 brass. I had been as a customer some time previously when unbeknown to me my chums had arranged a special kickshaw for my eighteenth natal day. 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 gleefulness,"A virgin, she wishes to join my governing body !"

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

"She is a peeress ? yes ?"she asked,"Not a servant, an educated young peeress ?"

"Yes, educated yes, reasonable no."I assured her,"One sight of your clientele and she will run a mile !"

"Indeed Monsieur, they are not, how do you say, comely,"she sighed,"I have to daydream that they look like Hellene Supreme Being as they paw me and use me,"she looked at me wistfully,"They do not begin to liken with you cherie."

"I thank you Madame,"I said nervously.

"Do not worry, I shall not leap on your cock !"she laughed,"I prefer ladies these days, ace with tiny fists which do not shoot their thunderbolt and go soft before I am sated."

"Then you will help us ?"I asked.

"For a small consideration,"she agreed.

Fortunately I had been lucky at circuit board recently and the sum was within my mean, 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 protagonist and actually set forth just after luncheon the next day.

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

Madame greeted us like long lost friend,"seminal fluid in, come up in !"she beamed,"So you wish to be role of my maison of dear, cherie ?"

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

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

"Oui, we speak only English and the International language of lovemaking here,"Madame explained,"ejaculate see the other young lady !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a little posture room. girl sat round in their Nox 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 girlfriend said very little, Madame beckoned one to link us,"Francoise s'il vous plait,"and we left the sitting room and retired to madame's little dressing room.

"We had better get hold you a suitable gown cherie, Francoise, what size is Estelle do you think ?"

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

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

"What, with Gospel According to John watching ?"Em protested.

"Why of line, gentleman enjoy watching us disrobe, you must practice until you can realize them wild with anticipation,"Madame encouraged her.

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

Em went to off her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was fussy undoing the lacing at her rear. The heavy gown fell forward baring Ems sweet pink mounds. Em cupped her breasts

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 nightie slipped down her blazon showing ever more of her charms as from somewhere Francoise took a cartoon strip of silken framework, and as the gown fell so she bound Em's wrists behind her with the soft silken cord.

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

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

Em squirmed away, but Monique held her, Her weapon system under Em's shoulder 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 spinal column and she had no pick but to step out of her gown.

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

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

"have you had any prick yet ? John maybe ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em insisted.

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

"No !"Em said.

"Then you must larn to please a rooster,"Madame insisted."John the Evangelist your cock please."

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

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

"Look,"I said.

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

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

I had no option but to do as they asked. My prick reared as Francois began to wash him tenderly with warm water and scented soap.

"Now kneel before your master key the peter and subscribe to him in your mouth and suction,"Madame ordered.

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

"C'est perfective mon cherie,"Madame approved,"Now take him deeply in your mouth, breathe through your nose and suck gently and take him to heaven."

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

"Breathe through your nose,"Madame reminded her.

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

"She is a natural !"Madame praised her,"Now draw my dear, run the ejaculate out, enrage his senses with your glossa, give yourself to him, move over yourself to your master the shaft !"

It was not the most smooth-spoken way to apprise Em but her respiration was now firm and she looked incredibly beautiful with her backtalk full surface and filled to the brim with my cock.

"enough or he will slop his seed,"Madame ordered,"You are Virgo intacto ?"

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

"Excellent !"Madame declared

I stood there like an changeling with my cock at full stretch but only for a moment. At a signal from Madame so Francois slapped me around the face with a cold wet cloth. My member shrank instantly from the electric shock."What did you do that for ?"I demanded.

"To cool your ardor of form,"Madame laughed,"Now you must leave us, we have women's work to do."

"What ?"I asked.

"Do not ask but have something to eat and recover your strong suit,"Francois said knowingly,"Return in one time of day, yes ?"

There was a tavern next doorway, I pulled up my breeches, 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 !"she insisted,"hold in the dark room."

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

A moorage of theme with a identification number on it. 145.

The blueness room was the big room, formerly the main reception room when the sporting house had been a town menage. The rampart were drab and at one end was a raised platform where skits and the like might be performed, hot seat largely focused upon the political platform and a good few coves were seated there already. A center of attention aisle led from the doorway to the platform so one might seduce quite an entrance.

Quite a few Ladies were also seated, Madame's Ladies you understand, not o.k. madam. Seated with man prior to retiring upstairs to their various chambers for the act of love life, or what ever parts of the act of dearest the gentlemen 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 nerve piece with ostrich feathers. Her nightdress was exquisite in aquamarine with shimmering gem Lucy Stone, flowing to the storey and beyond to shape a train, but cut away so that from her shoulders it showed her beautiful shapely mounds before closing across her centre and opening again so her woman 's parts and indeed the battlefront of her legs were entirely publicise. I stared. He fair sex's parts were completely shaved like a new born.

It had to be Em. By god she was beautiful. Madame led her to the platform whereon I saw a bed had been placed, a bed with sparkling white sheets.

She swayed slightly as she walked. nerve. Madame, Francois and two early Ladies accompanied her. She sat on the bed edge and Madame had her feast her legs to yield the crowd a better view of her individual places.

Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em's festering lips so the multitude could see, or imagine, the Virgo skin behind.

"Do you have your tickets ?"Madame enquired,"For the lucky routine 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 ship's bell, 145, in my scoop. Oh my lord they had fiddled the auction for Em's honour so I might be her first.

Oh thoroughly god, I feared I might not be up to the chore. But my member was straining against my whack, I now feared I might shoot my bolt before I could divest myself of my breech and spike her.

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

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

"One four five,"I shouted again, holding my loosened breech with one deal as I did so.

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

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

A more considerate lover might give kissed her and made her feel less flighty 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 phallus against her slightly parted char 's part and pressed firmly.

A cry like a tiny hiss showed I had claimed her. A 2d jab and a third and I was entirely sheathed, my breeches round my articulatio talocruralis still, my shirt still buttoned and my cap still on. Francois helped undress me of cap and shirt as I ploughed Em. Unbuttoning the shirt with her dainty fingers until my chest was bare and I felt Ems bullet intemperate teat and her flabby giving up breast against my chest.

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

"Then allow me to quench your fires,"I suggested and with that I let fly. Seemingly gal of my cum gushed forth within her.

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

"He has spilled his source, that is all,"Madame explained,"Do you see how inconsequent the act of sexual love is ? To finger fuck we peeress need more than any man can provide, why Francoise can dish out a dozen men in a single hour can you not cherie ?"

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

"One in front and one bottom and one in your oral fissure is unadulterated,"another lady named Michelle added, and two Sir Thomas More with their members in your hands.

"Really ?"Em gasped.

"But now we very much auction your back transit,"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 gown gone and her backside 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 public figure I am nix to replicate found himself the highest bidder.

He stepped forward, his letters patent breeches parted easily with a patent zipping fastener down the front man and up the buns to let his modest process swing free and then with some difficulty, assisted by his batman and a gentlewoman he mounted the weapons platform and attempted to mount Em.

Her Brown hole was more immune than her front. Time and again he pressed until he entered somewhat more than a fraction and thereupon shooter his bolt.

He seemed well enough satisfied. Another vendue and another cove tried to mount her binding transition, lubricated now with the number one valet de chambre's seed her anus gave up the inadequate struggle and allowed him deeply inside her. Em cried out but whether in pleasure or nuisance none could know. Another auction.

The social status were thinning, gentlemen were roused and sought madam with which to consort privately, just a few remained aspirer that Em's musical passage would persist tight enough to thrill them.

Em quietly entreated Madame for mercy."One consequence,"Madame exclaimed and they rushed Em to Madame's one-quarter for a bit.

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

Polite raillery ensued but Em was brought back. Naked now but for her mask once again to involve her place but now something protruded from her womb, a stick, as vauntingly round as any male outgrowth, and another bigger still in her browned hole.

She took Francois place and the future gentleman came behind her. His member and the joint together inside her was altogether too very much. Poor Em gasped with uncontrolled pleasure as the esthesis wracked her brainpower until a fine mist squirted from her as her very initiatory orgasmic moment filled her integral 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 program and had her sit on the floor, she helped Em pull the stick from her sanies and run it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

"Form a circle, feel free to palliate yourselves gentlemen,"Madame suggested.

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

"Caress yourself, your sanies, your bosom, move upon the mighty rod,"Madame cajoled and then with a flourish she opened her own nightdress and stepped closer to Em so her puss was inch from Em's case."Lick me darling."

Em tentatively licked Madame's puss, unaware that madame had recently had a pint of port wine-colored poured within her, and found the preference most agreeable and began to lick and kiss her hungrily, but for a here and now only as the men were driven uncivilized and spurts of silver seeded player began to soar and burble forth splattering poor Em's naked body.

"Try for her mouthpiece !"Madame laughed, her eyes, her nose !"

Em glistened with men 's seed, she looked despoiled, smirch and washed-out,"If any can get his seed in her mouth he can consume her for the rest of the evening !"Madame laughed.

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

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

"return me dwelling John the Divine,"she said,"Please."

She walked decisively towards Madame's room. She wiped the spoilt of the goop from her body and threw off the masquerade while still gently fingering her puss.

"Do you want me John ?"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 content, nay, very contented indeed to turn a tart if Madame will have me.

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

"Excellent, for I fear the life of a harlot would not accommodate, especially when men choose early ladies, it is very injurious,"Madame confessed,"But here is your share of the earnings for tonight, I take one-half you have the other, I think that is fair."

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

Em pulled her own nightie on, her boots as well but handed me her underskirt and stockings for good keeping.

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

He dropped us at the end of the drive.

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

"I feel neglect, my kitty-cat spirit empty,"Em complained.

"Are you insatiable ?"I asked,

"I have a wooden shaft up my bottom exciting me remember,"she said,"And the go-cart made me feel really squiffy."

She lofted her robe. Her Pansa glistened in Moon. In instant my knee pants were down and we were one once more.

The wooden shaft clattered to the story and I started to lbf. her."buss me,"she whispered and we kissed as I pleasured her and she pleasured me.

The clouds scudded across the moon 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 ?"founding father asked.

"Oh the house of prostitution in townsfolk,"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 ?"sire asked.

"Fornicated, and privy pushed a ebony quill up my bottom to compound the joy,"Em said,"And afterwards he asked me to conjoin him !"

"Oh you brazen hussy !"Mother protested.

"Sounds much like the way you seduced me Marjory,"father admitted,"fountainhead solves the Cuthbole problem, he won't want you if you're not utter and it will end 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 whoremonger's bed from now on as it will be one lupus erythematosus room to passion and one less fervour for the housemaid to light.We can't afford to squander coal.

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