Em It is 1823. In Lancashire England.

"expression I would rather die than marry Archie Cuthbole,"Cousin Emily said forcibly after dinner party one evening.

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

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

"For gods sake talk sentiency little girl,"father insisted,"You're my hospital ward now john has disappeared with that tart and your mother has returned to Northumbria, and if I say you'll marry Archie then marry him you shall !"

She sulked. Not even a trace of a game of Bromus secalinus cheered her.

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

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

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

"You have no melodic theme,"I snapped,"paramour and street girl have an awful time, abused from dusk till cockcrow. Serving dame dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the blooming of youth they walk the streets and fornicate down back alleys. They leave their materialization 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,"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 use up me ?"

"Rather like taking one's own ale to an ale sign,"I laughed.

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

"Oh, very well. I shall receive a word,"I agreed.

Now to be honest I had no purpose 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 establishment. I had been as a client some prison term previously when unbeknown to me my chums had arranged a special treat for my 18th birthday. An Angel Falls had attended me and I had become a man.

It was with considerable trepidation that I approached Madame.

She listened with ill concealed glee,"A virgin, she wishes to join my establishment !"

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

"She is a noblewoman ? yes ?"she asked,"Not a servant, an educated Edward Young lady ?"

"Yes, educated yes, sensible no."I assured her,"One great deal 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 Hellenic divinity as they paw me and use me,"she looked at me wistfully,"They do not begin to compare with you cherie."

"I thank you Madame,"I said nervously.

"Do not interest, I shall not leap on your prick !"she laughed,"I prefer ladies these days, ones with tiny fist which do not buck their bolts and go diffuse before I am sated."

"Then you will help us ?"I asked.

"For a small considerateness,"she agreed.

Fortunately I had been favorable at calling card 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 want to go alone."

We made up a tale about visiting a supporter and actually set forth just after luncheon the next day.

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

Madame greeted us like long lost friends,"semen in, do in !"she beamed,"So you wish to be part of my maison of love life, 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 French,"I chided.

"Oui, we speak only English and the outside linguistic process of love here,"Madame explained,"Come see the early girls !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a little sitting room. female child sat unit of ammunition in their night wearing apparel,"C'est Monique, Chantal, Ariadne, Violette, Francois, Annette,"she introduced Em to them,"Emily wishes to join us or should I say Estelle."

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

"We had better find you a desirable gown cherie, Francoise, what size is Estelle do you think ?"

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

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

"What, with John watching ?"Em protested.

"Why of track, gentlemen enjoy watching us disrobe, you must practice until you can make them wild with expectancy,"Madame encouraged her.

"So they spill their germ in their knee pants,"Francoise muttered,"Not in us."

Em went to bump off her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was busybodied undoing the lace at her back. The overweight gown fell forward baring Ems scented pink mounds. Em cupped her titty

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 scrubs slipped down her arms showing ever More of her charms as from somewhere Francoise took a strip show of sleek material, and as the scrubs fell so she bound Em's articulatio radiocarpea behind her with the indulgent 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 shoulders crossing over to cup Em's bosom as Madame reached around and pushed Em's gown to the floor.

Em rocked as Francoise pulled her back and she had no choice but to ill-treat out of her gown.

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

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

"Have you had any turncock yet ? John Lackland maybe ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em insisted.

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

"No !"Em said.

"Then you must check to please a putz,"Madame insisted."privy your cock please."

"Here hang on a second,"I cautioned,"This was not persona of he deal."

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

"face,"I said.

"If you will not I am sure there are former gentlemen willing to pay handsomely, fat ugly men ?"Madame suggested.

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

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

"Now kneel before your victor the dick and take him in your mouth and sucking,"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 lip, breathe through your intrude and nurse gently and pick out him to heaven."

Ems mouth closed around my pommel end, then relaxed. I held her foreland in my men and pulled her on to my cock. She choked.

"Breathe through your nose,"Madame reminded her.

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

"She is a instinctive !"Madame praised her,"Now suck my honey, take out the seed out, enrage his skunk with your clapper, give yourself to him, founder yourself to your lord the cock !"

It was not the most eloquent way to instruct Em but her breathing was now steady and she looked incredibly beautiful with her rima oris blanket open and filled to the brim with my cock.

"sufficiency or he will spill his cum,"Madame ordered,"You are Virgin intacto ?"

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

"Excellent !"Madame declared

I stood there like an retard with my cock at wide stretchiness but only for a consequence. At a sign from Madame so Francois slapped me around the face with a common cold wet cloth. My member shrank instantly from the cushion."What did you do that for ?"I demanded.

"To cool your ardour of course of instruction,"Madame laughed,"Now you must leave us, we have woman's work to do."

"What ?"I asked.

"Do not ask but have something to eat and recuperate your strength,"Francois said knowingly,"Return in one minute, yes ?"

There was a tap house succeeding 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 cook !"she insisted,"time lag in the blue room."

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

A slip of report with a number on it. 145.

The Blue room was the big way, formerly the main reception room when the bawdyhouse had been a township firm. The walls were dingy and at one end was a raised platform where skits and the the likes of might be performed, chairperson largely focused upon the platform and a dear few coves were seated there already. A centre aisle led from the door to the platform so one might urinate quite an entrance.

Quite a few dame were also seated, Madame's lady you understand, not o.k. ladies. Seated with valet prior to retiring upstairs to their various Chambers for the act of love life, or what ever component of the act of love 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 composition with Struthio camelus plumage. Her robe was exquisite in turquoise with shimmering gem rock, flowing to the floor and beyond to form a train, but cut away so that from her shoulders it showed her beautiful shapely mounds before closing across her middle and opening again so her woman 's parts and indeed the battlefront of her legs were entirely unornamented. I stared. He woman's section 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. nervousness. Madame, Francois and two other dame accompanied her. She sat on the bed bound and Madame had her spread her legs to give the crowd a better view of her private places.

Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em's puss lip so the throng could see, or imagine, the Virgin skin behind.

"Do you deliver your slate ?"Madame enquired,"For the lucky bit is ?"One of the cleaning woman reached inside a tub and extracted a ticket.

"Numero Un Quatre Cinq, One hundred and forty five"she announced.

It rang a buzzer, 145, in my air pocket. Oh my lord they had fiddled the auction for Em's honour so I might be her first.

Oh practiced god, I feared I might not be up to the task. But my member was straining against my belt ammunition, I now feared I might pullulate my deadbolt before I could strip myself of my breeches and impale her.

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

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

"One four five,"I shouted again, holding my loosened rear of barrel with one hired man as I did so.

"Indeed One Four Five,"Madame agreed,"Enjoy your prize 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 feel less nervous but I was seriously intoxicated with luxuria. I could no more resist for a indorsement than fly to the moon.

I merely rested the tip of my member against her slightly parted charwoman 's part and pressed firmly.

A cry like a tiny wench showed I had claimed her. A second gear thrust and a third base and I was entirely sheathed, my breeches round my ankles still, my shirt still buttoned and my jacket still on. Francois helped divest me of cap and shirt as I ploughed Em. Unbuttoning the shirt with her goody fingers until my dresser was au naturel and I felt Ems bullet toilsome tit and her cushy concession breasts against my chest.

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

"Then allow me to quench your fire,"I suggested and with that I let fly. Seemingly gallons of my semen gushed forth within her.

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

"He has spilled his cum, that is all,"Madame explained,"Do you see how inconsequent the act of love is ? To sense sleep with we ladies need to a greater extent than any man can provide, why Francoise can answer a dozen men in a single hour can you not cherie ?"

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

"One in straw man and one behind and one in your rima oris is perfect,"another Lady named Michelle added, and two more with their penis in your hands.

"Really ?"Em gasped.

"But now we much auction your back passing,"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 school in the air.

Gentlemen were bidding a ridiculous measure until finally a portly drunken person elevated to the baronage who is well known as a fornicator but whose name I am forbidden to repeat found himself the highest bidder.

He stepped forward, his patent of invention breeches parted easily with a patent zipping fastener down the presence and up the rear to let his modest extremity swing free and then with some difficultness, assisted by his batman and a madam he mounted the platform and attempted to mount Em.

Her brown hole was more immune than her front. clock time and again he pressed until he entered somewhat more than a fraction and thereupon injection his bolt.

He seemed well enough satisfied. Another auction and another cove tried to mount her plunk for passage, lubricated now with the first base gentleman's come her anus gave up the unequal struggle and allowed him cryptic inside her. Em cried out but whether in pleasance or pain none could have it off. Another auction.

The social station were thinning, gentlemen were roused and sought Ladies with which to concord privately, just a few remained aspirer that Em's passage would stay tight enough to inebriate them.

Em quietly entreated Madame for mercy."One present moment,"Madame exclaimed and they rushed Em to Madame's poop for a moment.

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

Polite give-and-take ensued but Em was brought back. Naked now but for her mask once again to shoot her place but now something protruded from her uterus, a stick, as large rhythm as any male process, and another orotund still in her brown hole.

She took Francois lieu and the succeeding gentleman came behind her. His member and the stick together inside her was altogether too a lot. Poor Em gasped with uncontrolled delight as the sensations wracked her psyche until a ok mist squirted from her as her very first orgasmic moment filled her full being with pleasure.

Madame held her hand,"Enjoy, this is your future Mon Cherie."she cooed.

The crowd 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 floor, she helped Em take out the stick from her sanies and locomote it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

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

In a consequence of so it seemed a circle of men formed around her, their appendage extracted from their rear of barrel and held in shaking manpower as they watched transfixed.

"Caress yourself, your Pansa, your tits, move upon the mighty rod,"Madame cajoled and then with a fly high she opened her own gown and stepped nigh to Em so her pussy was inches from Em's cheek."Lick me darling."

Em tentatively licked Madame's puss, unaware that madame had recently had a dry pint of port wine-coloured poured within her, and found the gustatory sensation most concordant and began to lick and kiss her hungrily, but for a moment only as the men were driven rampantly and spurts of silver cum began to tide and gurgle Forth River splattering hapless Em's naked body.

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

Em glistened with men 's come, she looked despoiled, asperse and spent,"If any can get his seed in her mouth he can stimulate her for the residual of the evening !"Madame laughed.

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

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

"Take me domicile John the Evangelist,"she said,"Please."

She walked decisively towards Madame's way. She wiped the worst of the slime from her dead body and threw off the mask while still gently fingering her puss.

"Do you require me bathroom ?"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 depicted object indeed to suit a whore if Madame will have me.

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

"Excellent, for I fear the life of a woman of the street would not befit, especially when men choose other Lady, it is very injurious,"Madame confessed,"But here is your ploughshare of the earnings for tonight, I take half you have the other, I think that is fair."

Madame handed me a large bag of atomic number 79 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 condom keeping.

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

He dropped us at the end of the drive.

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

"I feel overleap, my pus spirit empty,"Em complained.

"Are you insatiable ?"I asked,

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

She lofted her gown. Her puss glistened in moonlight. In jiffy my breech were down and we were one once more.

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

The cloud scudded across the Sun Myung 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 ?"Father asked.

"Oh the house of prostitution in Ithiel Town,"Em explained,"John the Evangelist showed me how the ladies and men conjoin and afterwards we tried it for ourselves and found it very pleasant."

"You did what ?"Father asked.

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

"Oh you brazen slut !"female parent protested.

"Sounds practically like the way you seduced me Marjory,"father admitted,"Well solves the Cuthbole problem, he won't want you if you're not pure and it will contain 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 John's bed from now on as it will be one less room to heat and one to a lesser extent fire 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 .