The upper Floof



I was minding my own business in my social club, on the upper level you understand, the one reserved for gentlemen. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the evening paper. Whiling away the meter until supper, It was the year the Titanic sank, 1912.

Leather chairs and oak panels, the tone of tobacco plant heavy on the air, talk of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the board as our hostesses catered to our every need.

Milly, molly, Moira, Melissa, Mary, their names all started with an M. They looked quite demure despite uniforms cut to ascertain their appealingness were always displayed. Neatly corseted shank with their chest upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight black crown with Ag buttons cut to drop away under their pouting mammaries. The region below their waists entirely bare but for the tapes holding their stockings. Their soft downy os pubis neatly trimmed or shaved.

Au pap and button hoop twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with seam arrow straight set off wan elegant thighs and calves while their painted toe nails peeped from elegant high heeled shoes. Neat small hare tails attached to fiddling nag pressed firmly up their tight buttocks and all set off by jaunty little hats with necklaces rings and earrings dripping with jewels. And all set to perform each and any religious service we may require.

The jetsam and jetsom of the toilet attired like princesses.

Their inspection and repair were provided all inclusive to the rank of the upper floor of the club. mouthpiece, back passage and womb alike available to any appendage's member and all bar mouth available to a members finger or tongue though of line shows of warmness such as kissing upon the mouthpiece were not allowed

They worked in relays, obviously Milly molly et al were not their tangible name, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A crooked digit, a gesture and they would stroll across and if indicated would straddle us and simply sink down upon our phallus. Or suck a limp Snake to inflexibility, or bring an ice frigidness beer or liqueuras our impulse dictated..

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

But decent background detail, back to this most exceptional evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"need another damned fool to play plug-in,"he said drunkenly.

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

The game was poker, nightclub rules, wiz High.

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

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

"Bet his damned business firm and lost !"Carter laughed.

"And ?"I enquired.

"I don't need a damned household,"Clearwater sighed,"Bit of a bugger really."

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

"Absolutely, rotting batch,"he agreed.

"So give it back,"I suggested.

"Not that easy old chum, ball club rules."Simmonds pointed out,"Needs outside musician to win it then Teddy can win it back do you see ?"

"You're a bloody gull shimmy,"I said, as looked at the broken shell of a man that fifty dollar bill old age of loafing drinking and gambling had created."Deal me in."

Teddy, 4th Earl of Latchmere, Lord GlenAvon and versatile other titles was several societal class above my lowly station yet many G of greaseball poorer.

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

I looked at my cards.

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

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

I took the note.

"Thank God !"teddy sighed.

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

Teddy looked aghast,"I have none."

"Three unmarried girl,"Simmonds laughed.

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

"goodness god man, don't be an oaf,"shift snapped.

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

"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 roll in the hay a smile into her !"Simmonds laughed.

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

"round my daughter into a whore. Never !"chemise protested.

"Well I shall allow ten days to resign the house."I offered.

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

"No Teddy needs a lesson,"I insisted,"I'll central my business firm for the daughter whom I shall sell to madame as a whore."

"Done !"grinned shimmy,"Never has a man made such a miserable bargain !"

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

Clearwater sought me out,"Teddy rigged you,"he confided,"That daughter, Hilary, have you met her ? She came out, what, two class ago, not so a great deal as a dance let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the outpouring of Lesbos, and I truly believe far from paying for her charm you would have to pay any self respecting chap to hump her,"

"I just wanted to instruct the old fool a lesson, '' I explained,"If this so send for miss is indeed nineteen summer gone then I'll just let the matter quietly fall, have a few whiskey and leave it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the formidable miss Hilary.

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

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

"What ?"I demanded.

"Hilary something or other."Mary suggested and the aforementioned Hilary flare-up upon us.

"Father of the Church 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 person. I would swear she was reinvigorated from forking the dung from the horse stalls. Her hair was a raft where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a smutty brown pelage and peel tight riding britches. Her face screwed with anger and hatred.

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

"What !"she snapped.

"A tart to be uncommitted to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our understanding. Though desirous gentlemen may be hardly as your countenance would frighten off a unanimous tribe of Zulus let alone a shy cultivated 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 urgent, nay immediate need of a sound pronging."

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

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

"trade good, we are agreed,"she agreed.

"So I shall have to pay some guttersnipe or urchin to do the deed in my stead, more expense,"I said shaking my head in resignation.

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

She stank of horse cavalry, a strangely down-to-earth scent which raised queries in my loins.

"You madam penury taming,"I insisted.

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

I thought a moment before I replied."Disrobe this exigent or assure your father to give up 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 buttons on her bodice, than a second.

Her fingers trembled, with concern or anger I knew or cared not. The push button parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her mounds were much constricted. It caught my care. My member stirred again.

"Quite delicious allow me,"I said softly as I helped to free her mounds and cupped them in my workforce,"It must be such a alleviation for them to escape their bonds."

"No !"she said wide-eyed eyed but I knew in that twinkling that she was ripe for the taking. Her mammilla stiffened and extended.

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

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

"swing as exempt as the shuttlecock. And their cunts, open 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.

Madonna my maid looked on disapprovingly, she was no knockout, well past nestling bearing age but she had a pleasant enough ass to have sex when naught else was offered.

"shear Mary, let us peel the rabbit."The Virgin obediently fetched the prominent pair of scissors or small shears from the draftsman in the face table.

I made an surgical incision into the leggings half way up Hilary's thigh and started to cut away the masking. She near froze in fear. A individual cut up one leg round the genitals and down the other. Then a single curving cut upwards towards the shank and back down revealing her underwear as the flap of fabric fell away.
Three More snips from the razor sharp sword and the underthings came away and revealed a mass of hairy moist curls and beneath a hairy moistened cunt. My member showed a discrete interest and he uncurled uncomfortably within the coarctation of me breeches.

"Do you know I think I will bonk you after all."I declared."Blessed Virgin loosen my belt and scurvy my breeches if you please."

Mary reluctantly lowered my breech and underthings allowing my penis to stiffen and clean up as I pushed Hilary against the table.

"Guide my phallus in Mary if you please."I requested.

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

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

"No !"she said but he trunk said"Yes yes yes,"such was her pauperization for tool and hammer juice.

I felt no immunity from her hymen, but there were streaks of red afterward so I presume she had been Virgin intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly average gallop though at an unexpected clip of day, finishing with a flourish or at to the lowest degree nine upright squirt of honest low born cock succus in her aristocratic vagina.

"Mary for gods 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 have to use the rolling pin,"I suggested,"But this time wash it before rolling out the pastry."

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

"Or perhaps you could have this lady of pleasure learn how to use her fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to world, her body may have swum with excitement but now she faced reality, instead of love she had been fucked as a pass time. I had no more desire for her to drop my offspring than I had to trip the light fantastic toe the Viennese waltz stark naked at the gates to Buckingham Palace while they changed the safety. 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 60 minutes or so later. The tin bath was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater gap across the floor towards the drain. Hilary lay naked on the flag as she suckled Mary's massive mamilla and rhythmically pressed her fist into Madonna voluminous puss. Blessed Virgin only ever wore a simple-minded dust coat and she too was near au naturel as her gabardine was largely around her neck.

"I shall burn these shred,"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 young gentlewoman's sawhorse sir ?"he queried.

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

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

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

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

Images raced through my judgement,"Quite so."I agreed,"Feed and water the horse cavalry would you, no send Word to my club, have a uniform sent and a comforter, take the tart's horse."I laughed at my own relapsing into verse,"whore's horse cavalry"indeed.

There is only a finite time one can watch charwoman pleasuring each other especially unattractive ones, so after no more than seven minutes, twelve at the outside, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the half time of day with Miss Middleton, one of Madame's toilet table, a weasel faced flat chested beldame of around thirty five summertime and thirty thousand men, a street bawd with nimble digit an eye for beauty and a talent for fitting girdle, stockings shoes and tail nag as well as the artist touch which with rouge and powder turns the thudding scullery maid or fattest Cook into an objective of desire.

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

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

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

She set down her bag and took out a tub of butter. Greasing her fingerbreadth and thumb she advanced upon Hilary even as she continued to pleasure Mary and grasped her firmly, one ovolo pressed firmly up Hilary's back transition 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 digit and wiped them on a cloth,"twenty dollar bill three column inch waist, its like making a silk wedding dress out of a pigs ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorum cleaning lady !"I snapped.

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

I gave up and walked off.

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

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

My stableboy was lurking in the shadow as always. Feasting his eyes on Hilary's now ringed clitoris and shaved pubes now framed by stocking tapes and her resound teats now upthrust by a pixilated smuggled corset.

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

He strode up to the girlfriend and raised his smock revealing short fat hairy wooden leg and a long fat hairy prong, I'll stake there was Sir Thomas More hair on his ball than on a Rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his correspondence that she looked desirable butbhe obviously decided to misconceive me and to sample her charms instead.

He grasped her firmly and in a trice was Hilary pushed against the bailiwick table and he sank his prong within her soft moist quim. His hirsute ass bobbled up and down and in and out as he thrust his giant forcibly into her womb.

She barely protested. Her percentage were aroused by the hoop and the potions applied to her innards by Middleton's spry 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 handmaid has a prong unquestionably superior to one's own both in length and girth and Energy Department, and I turned on my heel and strode away after no more than ten minutes at the outside.

The way he kneaded her chest and crushed her rim with his lips was quite raunchy, while the way she raked his back with her nails was quite uncalled for and the grunts and protestations of love was such to make water me nauseous.

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

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

I sat a patch and returned to find Hilary attired in a cloak. which hid her parts. I saw she walked awkwardly.

"Finished already ?"I asked Middleton.

"Yes sir, Got her holes plugged and everything."she replied.

"appearance me."I insisted.

"No !"Hilary snapped,"You don't own me."

"display the gentleman,"Middleton insisted.

Hilary reluctantly raised the cloak showing a stout leather strap secured around her genital organ which clearly held quim and anal retentive hoopla 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 eye content this eve but for now I must deliver her to Madame before my especial gentleman's gentleman arrives."

"Special gentleman ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the Club later, after fending off Cooks'proffer that her ass was as pissed as anyone's cunt, something demonstrably untrue, and by dinner time I was gorging myself on common salt porc and onions 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 renown and every gentleman seemingly had design 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 come rather the worse for boozing gave me an evil opinion which I proceeded to put in train.

"slip won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"motivation a tertiary for a threesome, new sporting lady needs breaking in don't cha know."


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

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into Melissa, a bright red ball gag now flilled her mouth, a clear sign of what we called a screamer. A fancy woman 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 pop on his apple pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any interest but ordered."Capital, just range me dame 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 cock from therein.

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

It reared like an Native American snake beguiler's Snake, a veritable python. Spearing upwards towards her innards. It seemed quite bizarre. Teddy about to fuck his own daughter unknowingly.

He reached down and aimed his shaft between the lips of her quim. She raised herself then sank down with a content sigh and a slight dribble from her testicle gag. Then she began to screw greedily.

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

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

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

I cursed, far from teaching shift a deterrent example I had learned one myself. I rued my discomfiture and made my way homeward.

Captain James Cook hounded me once more seeking a pronging which I was not in any humour to provide 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 spinster completely devoid of female person member or so it seemed she arrived at some ungodly hour when no man or gentlewoman should be abroad and demanded to see me.

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

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

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

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

"No, damn it, I shall come as I am,"I insisted and down I went in my nightshirt to recognize 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 horse,"she replied sarcastically,"But to be fair I wanted to see exactly what sort of a fool my father has been conniving with."

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

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

"Have you merely come to insult me or had you some early role in intellect ?"I asked.

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my father, prostitute my Sister and deflower my probability of making a just marriage."

"You certainly have a bluntness of language 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 believe the police constable will conceive my narration when I scream and say how you tore my clothes and sought to assault me."

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

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

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

"Twenty British shilling for your honour !"I offered.

"I meant marriage,"she said,"honey god are you really this poor fish ?"

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

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

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

"No Sir Thomas More than yours,"she quipped.

I looked down. My member was pressing my nightshirt out like a tent pole.

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

"He fucks me ass mostly,"cook interjected.

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

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

I sighed,"Shut your rattle and lay for me, then you can testify the magistrate your lacerated wearing apparel 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 know it was the most romanticist gesture she had ever known ? The hapless missy's quim was soaking with anticipation and in a moment as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

Her tight virgin cunt gripped my member."Make love to me !"she pleaded.

"This lady is merely a simple nooky,"I explained as I started to bang her,"Though I own a very agreeable one."

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

"Really ?"I queried,"Usually cleaning lady 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 walls of her virgin cunt instinctively began to milk my cock.

It was all too much and suddenly a great waterspout of seed shot from my pubes and flooded her entirely.

I lay until I was spent and my member shrank and them rolled onto my book binding."Do your worst,"I said and drifted into a contented sleep.
"take up it in your mitt like thus,"I heard Cook saying as someone gripped my cock in their hand,"He ent much of a cocksman, one spurt wonder,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a suction will probably drive out him."

"What's up ?"I said.

"Damned constable thinks I'm my sis and that I'm a tart,"Miss Latchmere explained.

"So you are trying seduction ?"I queried.

"In a word, yes."she agreed.

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

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

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a present moment."My babe is a whore and she can eliminate on all way of whorish thaumaturgy to keep you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"good point,"I agreed,"On your binding I wish to get it on you again."


To be continued.

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