Em It is 1823. In Lancashire England.

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

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

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

"For idol sake lecture signified girl,"father insisted,"You're my hospital ward now John has disappeared with that tart 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 prompting of a game of chess cheered her.

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

"Because you are not yet twenty one years of age or married,"I explained,"Therefore you must do as forefather says, you are too unfledged to acknowledge your own mind."

"I do so, I want to be a doxy dressed in silk and satin for all men to gaze at and push them wild."she suggested.

"You have no idea,"I snapped,"doxy and streetwalkers have an awful time, abused from dusk trough dawn. Serving wench dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the efflorescence of youth they walk the streets and fornicate down back alley. They leave their offspring at the church 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 recognize so a lot ?"she demanded.



"I have been to Madame L'Oiseaux's validation in Salford on occasions."I admitted.

"Really !"she gasped delightedly,"Shall you necessitate me ?"

"Rather like taking one's own ale to an ale planetary 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 receive a word,"I agreed.

Now to be honest I had no design 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 constitution. I had been as a client some meter previously when unbeknown to me my chums had arranged a special treat 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 gloat,"A virgin, she wishes to unite my establishment !"

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

"She is a peeress ? yes ?"she asked,"Not a handmaid, an educated Loretta Young lady ?"

"Yes, educated yes, sensible 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 dream that they look like Greek divinity as they paw me and use me,"she looked at me wistfully,"They do not set about to equate with you cherie."

"I thank you Madame,"I said nervously.

"Do not worry, I shall not jump off on your cock !"she laughed,"I prefer ladies these days, single with tiny fists which do not charge their deadbolt and go soft before I am sated."

"Then you will help us ?"I asked.

"For a small consideration,"she agreed.

Fortunately I had been golden at carte 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 desire to go alone."

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

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

Madame greeted us like long lost protagonist,"ejaculate in, come in !"she beamed,"So you wish to be part of my maison of making love, cherie ?"

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

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

"Oui, we speak only English and the International language of love here,"Madame explained,"seed see the other lady friend !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a little model room. Girls sat round in their Night dresses,"C'est Monique, Chantal, Ariadne, Violette, Francois, Annette,"she introduced Em to them,"Emily wishes to bring together us or should I say Estelle."

The girls said very little, Madame beckoned one to join us,"Francoise s'il vous plait,"and we left the sitting room and retired to madame's little dressing room.

"We had better find you a suited nightie cherie, Francoise, what size is Estelle do you opine ?"

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

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

"What, with John watching ?"Em protested.

"Why of class, gentlemen enjoy watching us disrobe, you must practice until you can cook them wild with anticipation,"Madame encouraged her.

"So they spill their seed in their rear of barrel,"Francoise muttered,"Not in us."

Em went to remove her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was busy undoing the laces at her book binding. The with child nightdress fell forward baring Ems sweet pink pitcher's mound. Em cupped her breasts

with her hired man to obscure 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 branch showing ever more of her appeal as from someplace Francoise took a strip of satiny 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 right cherie,"Madame said."Now stand still."

Em squirmed away, but Monique held her, Her arms under Em's shoulder joint crossing over to cup Em's knocker as Madame reached around and pushed Em's gown to the floor.

Em rocked as Francoise pulled her spinal column and she had no choice but to step out of her gown.

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

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

"have you had any shaft yet ? Gospel According to 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 please a tool,"Madame insisted."Saint John the Apostle your shaft please."

"Here hang on a present moment,"I cautioned,"This was not region of he deal."

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

"Look,"I said.

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

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

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

"Now kneel before your original the cock and call for him in your oral cavity 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 mouth, breathe through your nozzle and suck gently and get hold of him to heaven."

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

"Breathe through your nose,"Madame reminded her.

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

"She is a lifelike !"Madame praised her,"Now suck my honey, guide the seed out, enrage his sensory faculty with your tongue, give yourself to him, give yourself to your Maker the cock !"

It was not the most eloquent way to instruct Em but her breathing was now unfluctuating and she looked incredibly beautiful with her mouthpiece wide open and filled to the brim with my cock.

"enough or he will spill his seed,"Madame ordered,"You are virgo intacto ?"

Em stopped sucking and allowed me to distil my prick. She nodded.

"Excellent !"Madame declared

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

"To cool your ardour of course,"Madame laughed,"Now you must will us, we have char's study to do."

"What ?"I asked.

"Do not ask but have something to eat and recover your persuasiveness,"Francois said knowingly,"Return in one hour, yes ?"

There was a tavern next room access, 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 ready !"she insisted,"hold in the blue room."

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

A gaffe of paper with a telephone number on it. 145.

The Blue room was the big room, formerly the main reception room when the bordello had been a town family. The walls were gloomy and at one end was a raised platform where skits and the like might be performed, Chairs largely focused upon the political program and a good few coves were seated there already. A centre aisle led from the door to the political platform so one might make quite an entrance.

Quite a few dame were also seated, Madame's ma'am you understand, not fine dame. Seated with gentlemen prior to retiring upstairs to their diverse chambers for the act of sexual love, or what ever character of the act of beloved the gentlemen was prepared to pay for.

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

She was masked, a gilded face patch with ostrich feathers. Her nightgown was exquisite in turquoise with shimmering gem rock, flowing to the trading floor and beyond to form a caravan, but cut away so that from her shoulder joint it showed her beautiful shapely mounds before closing across her middle and opening again so her woman 's parts and indeed the nominal head of her legs were entirely strip. 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 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 Ladies accompanied her. She sat on the bed boundary and Madame had her spread her legs to give the gang a better view of her private places.

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

"Do you let your slate ?"Madame enquired,"For the lucky numeral is ?"One of the charwoman 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 pocket. Oh my lord they had fiddled the auction bridge for Em's honour so I might be her first.

Oh in force god, I feared I might not be up to the labor. But my appendage was straining against my belt, I now feared I might shoot my deadbolt before I could divest myself of my knee breeches and stake her.

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

Of course I tripped and would get fallen on my look except fortunately I fell on some bloated aged man which broke my descent, though it upset him most considerably.

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

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

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

A more considerate buff might have kissed her and made her smell less nervous but I was seriously intoxicated with lust. I could no more resist for a instant than fly to the moon.

I merely rested the tip of my member against her slightly parted cleaning woman 's percentage and pressed firmly.

A cry like a tiny boo showed I had claimed her. A second poke and a third and I was entirely sheathed, my knickerbockers round my ankles still, my shirt still buttoned and my crown still on. Francois helped divest me of cap and shirt as I ploughed Em. Unbuttoning the shirt with her kickshaw fingerbreadth until my dresser was scanty and I felt Ems bullet severely nipples and her delicate yielding breasts against my chest.

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

"Then allow me to quench your fires,"I suggested and with that I let fly. Seemingly gal 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 inconsequential the act of love is ? To feel bonk we madam need to a greater extent than any man can provide, why Francoise can serve a dozen men in a single 60 minutes can you not cherie ?"

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

"One in nominal head and one behind and one in your mouthpiece is perfect,"another ma'am named Michelle added, and two more with their appendage in your hands.

"Really ?"Em gasped.

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

By the clock time I looked round of golf Em was kneeling over the bed end, her gown gone and her tail in high spirits in the air.

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

He stepped forward, his patent breech parted easily with a patent zipping fastener down the front and up the stern to let his modest appendage swing free and then with some trouble, assisted by his batman and a lady he mounted the political platform and attempted to mount up Em.

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

He seemed well enough satisfied. Another auction and another cove tried to bestride her back passage, lubricated now with the outset man's germ her anus gave up the unequal conflict and allowed him mysterious inside her. Em cried out but whether in pleasure or pain sensation none could bonk. Another auction.

The social status were thinning, man were roused and sought Ladies with which to affiliate privately, just a few stay on hopeful that Em's passage would rest tight enough to inebriate them.

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

"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 mask once again to take her place but now something protruded from her womb, a stick, as declamatory daily round as any Male member, and another big still in her brown hole.

She took Francois place and the side by side man came behind her. His member and the stick together inside her was altogether too lots. poor Em gasped with uncontrolled delight as the whiz wracked her brain until a fine mist squirted from her as her very world-class orgasmic moment filled her total 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 base, she helped Em pull the stick from her twat and go it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

"soma a forget me drug, experience liberal to still yourselves gentlemen,"Madame suggested.

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

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

Em tentatively licked Madame's puss, unaware that madame had recently had a pint of port wine poured within her, and found the taste perception most agreeable and began to bat and kiss her hungrily, but for a moment only as the men were driven wild and squirt of ash gray ejaculate began to scend and gurgle Forth River splattering poor Em's naked body.

"Try for her mouth !"Madame laughed, her heart, her nose !"

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

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

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

"Take me home john,"she said,"Please."

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

"Do you want me John ?"she asked bluntly.

"Yes Em, I love you,"I confessed.

"And you will get hitched with me because if you do not I own I shall be quite capacity, nay, very content indeed to become a tart if Madame will give birth me.

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

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

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

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

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

He dropped us at the end of the drive.

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

"I feel neglected, my sanies flavor empty,"Em complained.

"Are you insatiable ?"I asked,

"I have a wooden cock up my bottomland exciting me remember,"she said,"And the handcart made me sense really squiffy."

She lofted her robe. Her snatch glistened in moonlight. In split second my knickers were down and we were one once more.

The wooden shaft clattered to the floor and I started to Cypriot pound her."Kiss me,"she whispered and we kissed as I pleasured her and she pleasured me.

The swarm scudded across the synodic month as I shot my bolt of lightning once more and then we were away to the menage and the Inquisition as to where we had been.

"Where have you been ?"Father-God asked.

"Oh the brothel 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 ?"male parent asked.

"Fornicated, and John pushed a ebony shaft up my bottom to intensify the delight,"Em said,"And afterwards he asked me to marry him !"

"Oh you brazen hussy !"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 thoroughgoing 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 Saint John the Apostle's bed from now on as it will be one LE elbow room to heat and one less ardour for the maid to light.We can't afford to waste coal.

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