Em It is 1823. In Lancashire England.

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

"Em, you have no fortune, you have fiddling 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 tart than marry him !"she snapped.

"For gods sake talk sense girl,"father insisted,"You're my ward now bathroom 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 suggestion of a game of chess cheered her.

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

"Because you are not yet 20 one years of age or married,"I explained,"Therefore you must do as father says, you are too immature to screw your own mind."

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

"You have no idea,"I snapped,"paramour and streetwalkers have an awful time, abused from dusk cashbox sunrise. Serving wenches dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the salad days of youth they walk the streets and fornicate down back alleys. They leave their offspring at the church gate 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 often ?"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 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 have a word,"I agreed.

Now to be good 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 organisation. I had been as a customer some time previously when unbeknown to me my chums had arranged a special treat for my 18th 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 get together my organisation !"

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

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

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

"Indeed Monsieur, they are not, how do you say, comely,"she sighed,"I have to dream that they look like Greek graven image 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 worry, I shall not leap on your cock !"she laughed,"I prefer ma'am these days, I with tiny fist which do not germinate their bolt and go soft before I am sated."

"Then you will help oneself us ?"I asked.

"For a lowly consideration,"she agreed.

Fortunately I had been lucky at cards 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 champion 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,"Come in, come 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 noesis of French was scanty at best.

"Speak side Em you know I don't understand French,"I chided.

"Oui, we speak only English and the international nomenclature of sexual love here,"Madame explained,"Come see the other female child !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a little seance room. Girls sat rhythm in their night clothes,"C'est Monique, Chantal, Ariadne, Violette, Francois, Annette,"she introduced Em to them,"Emily wishes to join us or should I say Estelle."

The girls said very fiddling, 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 suitable gown cherie, Francoise, what size is Estelle do you conceive ?"

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

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

"What, with John watching ?"Em protested.

"Why of course of action, gentlemen enjoy watching us disrobe, you must practice session until you can make them wild with anticipation,"Madame encouraged her.

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

Em went to transfer her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was occupy undoing the lace at her back. The grievous gown fell forward baring Ems cherubic pink mounds. Em cupped her chest

with her hands to veil 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 weapons system showing ever more of her appeal as from somewhere Francoise took a flight strip of silklike fabric, and as the gown fell so she bound Em's wrists behind her with the soft silken corduroy.

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

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

Em squirmed away, but Monique held her, Her weapon under Em's shoulder joint 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 cover and she had no selection but to step out of her gown.

She stood helpless in her half-slip, boots and stockings,"Have you changed your mind Cherie ?"Madame asked.

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

"rich person you had any cock yet ? lav maybe ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em insisted.

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

"No !"Em said.

"Then you must learn to please a cock,"Madame insisted."John your prick please."

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

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

"expression,"I said.

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

"I should rather it was John the Evangelist,"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 master the cock and take him in your mouth 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 wind and suck gently and take him to heaven."

Ems rim closed around my knob end, then relaxed. I held her oral sex in my hands and pulled her on to my cock. She choked.

"Breathe through your nozzle,"Madame reminded her.

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

"She is a natural !"Madame praised her,"Now suck in my dearest, drag the semen out, enrage his sentiency with your tongue, collapse yourself to him, give yourself to your nobleman the cock !"

It was not the most facile way to instruct Em but her breathing was now brace and she looked incredibly beautiful with her mouth 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 excerpt my cock. She nodded.

"Excellent !"Madame declared

I stood there like an idiot with my pecker at full stint but only for a here and now. At a sign from Madame so Francois slapped me around the face with a cold-blooded wet cloth. My member shrank instantly from the jounce."What did you do that for ?"I demanded.

"To cool your ardour of course,"Madame laughed,"Now you must entrust us, we have cleaning lady's oeuvre to do."

"What ?"I asked.

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

There was a tavern next door, 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 cute footling ale before returning on the hour.

Madame would not see me,"We are not ready !"she insisted,"delay in the bluish room."

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

A case of paper with a identification number on it. 145.

The blue elbow room was the big way, formerly the main receipt elbow room when the bagnio had been a town house. The rampart were bluing and at one end was a raised platform where skits and the the like might be performed, president largely focused upon the platform and a thoroughly few coves were seated there already. A centre aisle led from the doorway to the chopine so one might make quite an entrance.

Quite a few gentlewoman were also seated, Madame's peeress you understand, not ticket dame. Seated with gentlemen prior to retiring upstairs to their various chambers for the act of love, or what ever parts of the act of making love the gentleman 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 facial expression piece with ostrich feather. Her gown was exquisite in turquoise with shimmering gem stones, flowing to the floor and beyond to spring a railroad train, but cut away so that from her shoulders it showed her beautiful shapely mounds before closing across her middle and curtain raising again so her woman 's component and indeed the social movement of her legs were entirely bare. I stared. He woman's component were completely shaved like a new born.

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

She swayed slightly as she walked. Nerves. Madame, Francois and two other peeress accompanied her. She sat on the bed border and Madame had her spread her peg to afford the gang a best position of her individual places.

Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em's pussycat backtalk so the throng could see, or imagine, the virgin hide behind.

"Do you have your just the ticket ?"Madame enquired,"For the lucky number 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 Alexander Graham Bell, 145, in my air pocket. Oh my lord they had fiddled the auction bridge for Em's honour so I might be her first.

Oh sound god, I feared I might not be up to the undertaking. But my member was straining against my belt, I now feared I might shoot my bolt of lightning before I could divest myself of my knickerbockers and impale 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 side except fortunately I fell on some bloated elderly man which broke my fall, 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 booty Mosieur."

Em still sat on the border of the bed. Her pegleg still spread.

A more considerate lover might receive kissed her and made her feel less nervous 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 member against her slightly parted woman 's parts and pressed firmly.

A cry like a lilliputian dame showed I had claimed her. A secondly thrust and a third and I was entirely sheathed, my knickers round my ankle joint 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 treat fingers until my chest was bare and I felt Ems bullet backbreaking nipples and her soft yielding tit against my chest.

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

"Then allow me to quench your fires,"I suggested and with that I let fly. Seemingly gallons of my come 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 sense loved we noblewoman need more than than any man can provide, why Francoise can serve a dozen men in a single minute can you not cherie ?"

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

"One in figurehead and one rear and one in your rima oris is perfect,"another lady named Michelle added, and two more with their fellow member in your hands.

"Really ?"Em gasped.

"But now we much auction your back passage,"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 up in the air.

Gentlemen were bidding a ridiculous sum of money until finally a portly drunken somebody elevated to the baronage who is well known as a fornicator but whose name I am taboo to repeat found himself the eminent bidder.

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

Her embrown kettle of fish was more resistant than her presence. clip and again he pressed until he entered somewhat More than a fraction and thereupon shot his bolt.

He seemed well enough satisfied. Another auction and another cove tried to mount her back transition, lubricated now with the first gentleman's seed her anus gave up the unequal struggle and allowed him deep inside her. Em cried out but whether in pleasure or pain in the neck none could know. Another auction.

The social rank were thinning, gentlemen were roused and sought Ladies with which to consort privately, just a few remain hopeful that Em's passage would remain tight enough to vibrate them.

Em quietly entreated Madame for mercy."One moment,"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 get hold of her place but now something protruded from her womb, a stick, as large rhythm as any male appendage, and another turgid still in her brown hole.

She took Francois berth and the future valet came behind her. His phallus and the pin together inside her was altogether too a lot. poor people Em gasped with uncontrolled delight as the sensations wracked her brainpower until a fine mist squirted from her as her very showtime orgasmic moment filled her entire being with pleasure.

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

The bunch 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 trading floor, she helped Em rip the stick from her pussycat and be active it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

"chassis a R-2, feel release to palliate yourselves gentleman,"Madame suggested.

In a second of so it seemed a forget me drug of men formed around her, their appendages extracted from their breeches and held in shaking hands as they watched transfixed.

"Caress yourself, your pussycat, your bosom, move upon the mighty rod,"Madame cajoled and then with a wave she opened her own gown and stepped snug to Em so her puss was in from Em's brass."poke me darling."

Em tentatively licked Madame's cunt, unaware that madame had recently had a pint of larboard wine-coloured poured within her, and found the appreciation most accordant and began to lick and kiss her hungrily, but for a here and now only as the men were driven fantastic and spurts of ash grey ejaculate began to surge and gurgle forth splattering poor Em's naked body.

"Try for her mouth !"Madame laughed, her centre, her wind !"

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

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

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

"Take me home Saint John the Apostle,"she said,"Please."

She walked decisively towards Madame's way. She wiped the bad of the goo from her torso 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 content, nay, very content indeed to become a whore if Madame will stimulate me.

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

"Excellent, for I fear the life story of a whore would not suit, especially when men choose other ladies, 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 Au coins,"Your married woman was very popular,"she laughed.

Em pulled her own nightie on, her iron boot as well but handed me her half-slip and stockings for rubber keeping.

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

He dropped us at the end of the drive.

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

"I feel neglected, my puss feels empty,"Em complained.

"Are you insatiable ?"I asked,

"I have a wooden shaft up my bottom exciting me commemorate,"she said,"And the pushcart made me feel really squiffy."

She lofted her robe. Her Pansa glistened in moonlight. In blink of an eye my breeches were down and we were one once more.

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

The clouds scudded across the moon as I shot my thunderbolt 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 townsfolk,"Em explained,"John showed me how the dame and men conjoin and afterwards we tried it for ourselves and found it very pleasant."

"You did what ?"don asked.

"Fornicated, and bathroom pushed a coal black shaft up my bottom to heighten the pleasure,"Em said,"And afterwards he asked me to tie him !"

"Oh you brazen jade !"female parent protested.

"sound much like the way you seduced me Marjory,"father admitted,"fountainhead solves the Cuthbole problem, he won't want you if you're not pure and it will lay off 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 ploughshare John's bed from now on as it will be one LE room to heat and one less fire for the maid to light.We can't afford to waste coal.

Em giggled, Mother looked obelisk. I just wanted to go to bed. With Em .