The Upper Floof



I was minding my own clientele in my club, on the upper berth floor you understand, the one reserved for gentlemen. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the eventide newsprint. Whiling away the sentence until supper, It was the class the Titanic sank, 1912.

Leather death chair and oak dialog box, the sense of smell of tobacco heavy on the air, lecture of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the tables as our hostesses catered to our every need.

Milly, Molly, Moira, genus Melissa, Virgin Mary, their epithet all started with an M. They looked quite demure despite uniforms cut to check their charm were always displayed. Neatly corseted shank with their breast upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight mordant crown with silver clitoris cut to slip under their pouting mammaries. The area below their waistline entirely bare but for the tapes holding their stockings. Their flabby downy pubic bone neatly trimmed or shaved.

Gold mammilla and button tintinnabulation twinkled in the firelight. angle net stocking with furrow arrow straight set off pale elegant thighs and calfskin while their particoloured toe nails peeped from elegant high heeled shoes. Neat lilliputian hare posterior attached to picayune fire hydrant pressed firmly up their tight bottoms and all set off by jaunty little hats with necklaces pack and earrings dripping with jewels. And all ready to perform each and any service of process we may require.

The flotsam and jetsom of the gutters attired like princesses.

Their Robert William Service were provided all inclusive to the membership of the speed trading floor of the clubhouse. mouth, back passage and uterus alike available to any member's member and all bar backtalk available to a extremity finger or spit though of course appearance of affection such as kissing upon the lip were not allowed

They worked in relays, obviously Milly Molly et al were not their substantial name, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A corrupt finger, a motion and they would saunter across and if indicated would range us and simply sink down upon our members. Or suckle a limp Snake River to rigidity, or bring an ice cold beer or liqueuras our whim dictated..

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

But enough background detail, back to this most particular evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"Need another damned fool to play card game,"he said drunkenly.

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

The game was poker, cabaret rules, wiz High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to consider the cards. Her left thumb rested within the folds of her quim pleasuring herself as all the girls were instructed to do while idling. Her publicize breasts with prosperous pack swung alluringly to and fro as she rocked gently to her own rhythm as she quietly drifted into a earth of her own as she frigged herself towards orgasm.

"chemise's in a spot of annoyance,"Simmonds gloated.

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

"And ?"I enquired.

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

"So lets us get this straight, you won shift's star sign and don't want it ?"I queried.

"Absolutely, rotting mess,"he agreed.

"So give it back,"I suggested.

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

"You're a bally sap shift,"I said, as looked at the broken shell of a man that 50 old age of idleness drinking and gambling had created."lot me in."

teddy bear, 4th Earl of Latchmere, overlord GlenAvon and versatile other titles was several societal classes above my lowly station yet many thousands of guineas 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 slyness and business insightfulness. As well as a talent for cards.

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two Somalian shilling,"Clearwater said throwing slip's annotation for the sign of the zodiac on the table.

"I'll heave 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 deterrent example, what collateral shall you put up ?"

Teddy looked aghast,"I have none."

"ternion unmarried daughters,"Simmonds laughed.

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

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

"Well sir I am a by-blow by nativity, though hardly an oaf,"I suggested,"Which child shall you bid ?"

"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 grin into her !"Simmonds laughed.

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

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

"Well I shall allow ten mean solar day to vacate the house."I offered.

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

"No teddy needs a example,"I insisted,"I'll substitution my house for the daughter whom I shall sell to madame as a whore."

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

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

Clearwater sought me out,"shimmy rigged you,"he confided,"That daughter, Hilary, have you met her ? She came out, what, two days ago, not so much as a dance let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the outflow of Lesvos, and I truly believe far from paying for her magic spell you would have to pay any ego respecting feller to jazz her,"

"I just wanted to teach the old fool a lesson, '' I explained,"If this so called missy is indeed nineteen summer gone then I'll just let the thing quietly drib, have a few Whiskeys and forget it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the redoubtable Miss Hilary.

She came to my sign at noon, I was still in my jammies working at my desk.

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

"What ?"I demanded.

"Hilary something or other."Blessed Virgin suggested and the aforesaid Hilary burst upon us.

"Father 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 sweet from forking the droppings from the horse stalls. Her hair was a mess where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a filthy brown pelage and tegument tight riding britches. Her face screwed with choler and hatred.

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

"What !"she snapped.

"A fancy woman to be available to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our accord. Though wishful man may be scarce as your mug would scare a hale tribe of Zulus let alone a shy cultured gentleman."

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

"Submit to none indeed,"I surmised,"I would intimate 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.

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

"Good, we are agreed,"she agreed.

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

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

She stank of horses, a strangely down-to-earth tone which raised queries in my loins.

"You madam need taming,"I insisted.

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

I thought a moment before I replied."Disrobe this instant or secern your Father-God to annul my business firm forthwith."

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

"Submit or the concord is invalidate !"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 backrest of a chairman for her as she tentatively undid one of the clitoris on her bodice, than a second.

Her fingers trembled, with fear or anger I knew or cared not. The clit parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her cumulus were much constricted. It caught my attention. My fellow member stirred again.

"Quite delightful allow me,"I said softly as I helped to loose her hill and cupped them in my hands,"It must be such a alleviation for them to break away their bonds."

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

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

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

"Swinging as dislodge as the razzing. And their twat, open at all times or plugged with ovolo or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whisper."Available to all."

"Do not trifle with me !"she said.

Mary my maiden looked on disapprovingly, she was no beauty, well past child heading age but she had a pleasant decent ass to screw when aught else was offered.

"Shears Mary, let us skin the rabbit."Madonna obediently fetched the expectant scissors or minuscule shears from the drawer in the face table.

I made an dent into the leg covering half way up Hilary's second joint and started to cut away the application. She near froze in fear. A single cut up one leg round the crotch and down the other. Then a single curving cut upwards towards the waist and back down revealing her underclothes as the flap of fabric fell away.
triplet more snippet from the razor shrewd steel and the underthings came away and revealed a quite a little of hirsute moist ringlet and beneath a hairy moistened snatch. My member showed a distinct interest and he uncurled uncomfortably within the constriction of me breeches.

"Do you know I think I will fuck you after all."I declared."Mary loosen my bash and low-down my knee pants if you please."

Mary reluctantly lowered my rear of barrel and underthings allowing my fellow member to stiffen and straighten as I pushed Hilary against the table.

"guidebook my member in Mary if you please."I requested.

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

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

"No !"she said but he soundbox said"Yes yes yes,"such was her need for cock and cock juice.

I felt no electric resistance from her hymen, but there were streak of red afterward so I presume she had been Virgo intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly mediocre gallop though at an unexpected time of day, finishing with a wave or at least nine upright spurts of good low born cock succus in her aristocratic vagina.

"Mary for Supreme Being sake bathe this urchin before we take her to Madame."I ordered as I withdrew.

"What about my portion ?"she protested.

"I am afraid you will bear to use the roll 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 give birth this whore learn how to use her clenched fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to world, her dead body may give 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 deteriorate my offspring than I had to trip the light fantastic toe the Viennese waltz stark naked at the Gates to Buckingham castle while they changed the guard. 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 The Virgin an minute or so later. The tin bath was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater gap across the floor towards the drainpipe. Hilary lay naked on the flagstones as she suckled The Virgin's massive nipple and rhythmically pressed her fist into Marys voluminous cunt. Mary only ever wore a simple gaberdine and she too was most nude as her smock was largely around her neck.

"I shall burn these tatter,"I said as I scooped up Hilary's dress, but she and Mary were too absorbed with each other to notice.

Brabbinger my Ostler coughed. He had been watching from the shadow."The young ma'am's horse sir ?"he queried.

"She's no Lady, she's a radical cyprian,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring Mary,"Shall you take a clout ?"

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

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

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

Images raced through my thinker,"Quite so."I agreed,"feed and water the knight would you, no send word to my club, have a consistent sent and a sympathiser, take the whore's horse."I laughed at my own reversion into verse,"whore's buck"indeed.

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

Brabbinger returned within the one-half hour with missy Thomas Middleton, one of Madame's dressers, a weasel faced savorless chested witch of around thirty five summertime and thirty thousand men, a street whore with nimble fingers an eye for dish and a natural endowment for fitting corsets, stockings brake shoe and quarter plugs as well as the artist touch which with blusher and powder turns the dense scullery maid or fattest cook into an object of desire.

"Oh my Almighty, you want a miracle doer 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 sleep together you,"I averred.

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

She set down her bag and took out a tub of butter. Greasing her digit and riff she advanced upon Hilary even as she continued to pleasure Virgin Mary and grasped her firmly, one ovolo pressed firmly up Hilary's back passage and the fingerbreadth into her quim.

"Ooh,"Hilary gasped.

"I reckon a two in up her ass and a three up her quim,"Middleton opined as she withdrew her digit and wiped them on a cloth,"Twenty three inch waist, its like making a silk wedding garb out of a pigs ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorum adult female !"I snapped.

"wellspring you ain't no valet are you ?"she challenged.

I gave up and walked off.

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

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

My Ostler was lurking in the shadows as always. Feasting his optic on Hilary's now ringed clitoris and shaved pubes now framed by stocking tapes and her ringed teats now upthrust by a tight black corset.

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

He strode up to the girl and raised his smock revealing short fat hairy legs and a long fat hairy prong, I'll wager there was more hair on his formal than on a Rabbi's chin.

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

He grasped her firmly and in a flash was Hilary pushed against the study mesa and he sank his prong within her soft moist quim. His haired ass bobbled up and down and in and out as he thrust his monster forcibly into her womb.

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

"Oh my lord !"she wailed,"I am in promised land !"

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

The way he kneaded her breasts and crushed her mouth with his brim was quite salacious, while the way she raked his spine with her nails was quite uncalled for and the grunts and protestations of love was such to throw 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 piece and returned to observe Hilary attired in a cloak. which hid her persona. 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 man,"Middleton insisted.

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

"Open her up I wish to sample her,"I ordered.

"Not now after I perfumed and plugged her and everything,"Middleton argued."You had every chance sir and if you desire you can fuck her to your hearts message this eve but for now I must turn in her to Madame before my special gentleman arrives."

"Special valet ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the Club later, after fending off Cooks'suggestions that her ass was as stiff as anyone's cunt, something demonstrably false, and by dinner party clock time I was gorging myself on salt pork and onions washed down by some of the finest wines from the Antipodes.

Hilary was nowhere to be seen when I arrived. It seemed she had become something of a celebrity and every gentleman seemingly had designs 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 arrive rather the worse for beverage gave me an evil opinion which I proceeded to put in train.

"teddy won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"Need a tertiary for a troika, new whore motive breaking in don't cha know."


"What ho, yes rather, three way eh, top hole."he stammered out his usual twine of platitude and sat down at my board. Milly Molly or some such brought Teddy a platter of pork and he began to guzzle on it greedily.

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into Melissa, a undimmed red globe gag now flilled her back talk, a clear sign of what we called a screamer. A whore who could not keep herself vocalising her enjoyment.

I sought out Madame. I swiftly arranged to use Hilary/Melissa as soon as she became available.

slip was about to start on his apple pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any interest but ordered."upper-case letter, just range me bird and let me alleviate 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 easygoing pink quim rested gently upon his length.

It reared like an Indian serpent smoothy's ophidian, a veritable python. Spearing upwardly towards her innards. It seemed quite eccentric. Teddy about to fuck his own daughter unknowingly.

He reached down and aimed his shaft between the back talk of her quim. She raised herself then sank down with a contented suspiration and a slight dribble from her bollock gag. Then she began to hump greedily.

shift laughed,"Bally game warden, spitting image of the sod, cuckolded d'ya see ?"He explained,"Never was me daughter, should birth fucked her years ago."

I shook my head, I had been bamboozled again."Going to climb on ?"teddy 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 cock 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 disconcertion and made my way homeward.

Captain Cook hounded me once more seeking a pronging which I was not in any climate 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 spinner completely devoid of distaff process or so it seemed she arrived at some ungodly minute when no gentleman or gentlewoman should be abroad and demanded to see me.

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

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

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

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

"No, damn it, I shall number 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 nighttime hat.

"And what brings you here ?"I asked.

"My horse,"she replied sarcastically,"But to be honest I wanted to see exactly what sort of a sap my Father has been conniving with."

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

"Oh yes,"she replied,"You surpass my spoiled expected value by some considerable margin."

"wealthy person you merely come to affront me or had you some other purpose in thinker ?"I asked.

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

"You certainly have a bluntness of voice communication about you,"I admitted.

"And now having tricked me into your lair you ravish me,"she suggested.

"brothel keeper I should sooner fornicate with a farmyard sow,"I insisted.

"So I understand,"she said,"But I do believe the police constable will trust my narration when I scream and say how you tore my wearing apparel and sought to outrage me."

"Really ?"I queried as she tried in vain to pull her clothes."Allow me."

I grasped the shoulder joint of her dress and it ripped right down the front end, I ripped aside the bindings of her hillock freeing them,"Remind me, did I outrage you or merely endeavor to ?"

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

"20 shillings for your honour !"I offered.

"I meant spousal relationship,"she said,"lamb god are you really this stupid ?"

"stupid person yes heroic no,"I confirmed,"Though your pap are most allure and are roused if I am not mistaken."

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

"Your component part are not moistened then ?"I queried.

"No Thomas More than yours,"she quipped.

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

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

"He fucks me ass mostly,"James 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 point the magistrate your torn clothes and a upright creaming within your parts."

"Very well, where is the bedroom ?"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 amatory gesture she had ever known ? The poor daughter's quim was soaking with prediction and in a second as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

Her tight Virgo the Virgin twat gripped my member."make love to me !"she pleaded.

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

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

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

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

It was all too practically and suddenly a great cloudburst of seed shaft from my pubic region and flooded her entirely.

I lay until I was spent and my penis shrank and them rolled onto my vertebral column."Do your pip,"I said and drifted into a contented sleep.
"Take it in your hand like thus,"I heard Cook saying as someone gripped my dick in their hand,"He ent much of a cocksman, one squirt wonder,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a suction will probably rout out him."

"What's up ?"I said.

"Damned constable thinks I'm my sister and that I'm a cocotte,"miss Latchmere explained.

"So you are trying seduction ?"I queried.

"In a Logos, yes."she agreed.

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

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

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a moment."My sister is a whore and she can come about on all manner of whorish tricks to keep you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"Good point,"I agreed,"On your back I wish to fuck you again."


To be continued.

Or would you like more than tales from the upper floor ?