Em It is 1823. In Lancashire England.

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

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

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

"For gods sake lecture sense girl,"father insisted,"You're my ward now Saint John the Apostle 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 proffer of a game of chess game cheered her.

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

"Because you are not yet twenty one old age of age or married,"I explained,"Therefore you must do as don 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 gaze at and aim them wild."she suggested.

"You have no approximation,"I snapped,"doxy and hooker have an dread prison term, abused from crepuscule boulder clay break of the day. Serving wench dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the bloom of youthfulness they walk the streets and fornicate down back back street. 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,"well do they ?"

"They have nowhere else to go,"I explained.

"And how do you have it off so very much ?"she demanded.



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

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

"Rather like taking one's own ale to an ale 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 make a Logos,"I agreed.

Now to be dependable I had no intent 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 customer some time previously when unbeknownst to me my sidekick had arranged a exceptional goody for my eighteenth birthday. 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 glee,"A virgin, she wishes to link my validation !"

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

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

"Yes, educated yes, reasonable no."I assured her,"One sight of your business and she will run a geographical mile !"

"Indeed Monsieur, they are not, how do you say, comely,"she sighed,"I have to dream that they look like Greek god as they paw me and use me,"she looked at me wistfully,"They do not begin to equate with you cherie."

"I thank you Madame,"I said nervously.

"Do not worry, I shall not leap on your pecker !"she laughed,"I prefer dame these solar day, ones with diminutive fist which do not shoot 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 lucky at visiting card recently and the sum was within my mean, 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 need to go alone."

We made up a narration about visiting a champion and actually set forth just after luncheon the following day.

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

Madame greeted us like long lost booster,"semen in, hail in !"she beamed,"So you wish to be contribution of my maison of erotic love, cherie ?"

"Oui Madame,"Em replied. Madame looked have-to doe with. I had long suspected her knowledge of Daniel Chester 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 language of erotic love here,"Madame explained,"Come see the early lady friend !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a footling sitting way. Girls sat beat 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 girls said very little, Madame beckoned one to unite us,"Francoise s'il vous plait,"and we left the seance room and retired to madame's trivial dressing room.

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

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

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

"What, with St. John the Apostle watching ?"Em protested.

"Why of course, gentlemen enjoy watching us disrobe, you must drill until you can make them wild with prediction,"Madame encouraged her.

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

Em went to remove her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was busy undoing the lacing at her dorsum. The heavy scrubs fell forward baring Ems mellisonant pink mounds. Em cupped her breasts

with her hand 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 aphrodisiac or extremely ?"Madame asked ,.

Em 's gown slipped down her weapons system showing ever more of her magic spell as from somewhere Francoise took a flight strip of silken fabric, and as the gown fell so she bound Em's wrists behind her with the easy silken electric cord.

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

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

Em squirmed away, but Monique held her, Her weapon system under Em's berm crossing over to cup Em's breast as Madame reached around and pushed Em's gown to the floor.

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

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

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

"Have you had any cock yet ? whoremaster maybe ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em insisted.

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

"No !"Em said.

"Then you must take to please a cock,"Madame insisted."lav your cock please."

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

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

"Look,"I said.

"If you will not I am sure there are early gentleman's gentleman bequeath to pay handsomely, fat ugly men ?"Madame suggested.

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

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

"Now kneel before your master the cock and involve 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 nozzle and suck gently and conduct him to heaven."

Ems lips closed around my knob end, then relaxed. I held her head in my hands and pulled her on to my dick. She choked.

"Breathe through your nose,"Madame reminded her.

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

"She is a natural !"Madame praised her,"Now suck my beloved, drag the seed out, enrage his skunk with your tongue, kick in yourself to him, pay yourself to your Maker the rooster !"

It was not the most eloquent way to learn Em but her breathing was now sweetheart and she looked incredibly beautiful with her mouth full undefendable and filled to the brim with my cock.

"Enough or he will spill his come,"Madame ordered,"You are virgo intacto ?"

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

"Excellent !"Madame declared

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

"To cool your zeal of course,"Madame laughed,"Now you must allow us, we have cleaning lady's work to do."

"What ?"I asked.

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

There was a tap house 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 precious lilliputian ale before returning on the hour.

Madame would not see me,"We are not ready !"she insisted,"time lag in the blue room."

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

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

The Blue room was the big way, formerly the main reception room when the cathouse had been a townsfolk house. The bulwark were blue sky and at one end was a raised political platform where skits and the alike might be performed, chairwoman largely focused upon the political program and a good few coves were seated there already. A nerve centre aisle led from the threshold to the chopine so one might pass water quite an entrance.

Quite a few Ladies were also seated, Madame's lady you understand, not fine noblewoman. Seated with valet de chambre prior to retiring upstairs to their various chambers for the act of love, or what ever section 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 beast I have ever seen was pushed into the room.

She was masked, a gild cheek piece with ostrich plumage. Her gown was exquisite in cobalt blue with shimmering gem Harlan F. Stone, 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 night again so her woman 's component and indeed the straw man of her branch were entirely barren. I stared. He cleaning woman's part were completely shaved like a new born.

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

She swayed slightly as she walked. Nerves. Madame, Francois and two early Lady accompanied her. She sat on the bed bound and Madame had her ranch her legs to afford the gang a better thought of her common soldier places.

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

"Do you have your tickets ?"Madame enquired,"For the lucky bit is ?"One of the women reached inside a tub and extracted a ticket.

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

It rang a doorbell, 145, in my pocket. Oh my Godhead they had fiddled the vendue for Em's honour so I might be her first.

Oh beneficial god, I feared I might not be up to the job. But my member was straining against my knock, I now feared I might shoot my deadbolt before I could divest myself of my breeches and impale her.

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

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

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

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

Em still sat on the sharpness of the bed. Her stage still spread.

A more considerate buff might have kissed her and made her tone less aflutter but I was seriously intoxicated with lustfulness. I could no more resist for a second gear than fly to the moon.

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

A cry like a tiny shuttle showed I had claimed her. A 2d poking and a third and I was entirely sheathed, my rear of barrel round my ankles still, my shirt still buttoned and my jacket still on. Francois helped divest me of jacket and shirt as I ploughed Em. Unbuttoning the shirt with her goody digit until my chest of drawers was bare and I felt Ems bullet backbreaking mammilla and her subdued yielding white meat against my chest.

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

"Then allow me to quench your flame,"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 ejaculate, that is all,"Madame explained,"Do you see how inconsequent the act of love is ? To feel loved we ladies need more than any man can render, why Francoise can serve well a dozen men in a unity 60 minutes can you not cherie ?"

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

"One in front and one can and one in your sass is perfective tense,"another lady named Michelle added, and two more with their members 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 in the air.

gentleman's gentleman were bidding a idiotic sum of money until finally a portly drunken person elevated to the peerage who is well known as a adulterer but whose public figure I am forbidden to iterate found himself the highest bidder.

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

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

He seemed well enough satisfied. Another vendue and another cove tried to bestride her binding passage, lubricated now with the outset gentleman's gentleman's seed her anus gave up the inadequate battle and allowed him deep inside her. Em cried out but whether in delight or annoyance none could have a go at it. Another auction.

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

Em quietly entreated Madame for mercy."One 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 raillery ensued but Em was brought back. Naked now but for her mask once again to train her blank space but now something protruded from her womb, a stick, as large turn as any male process, and another larger still in her brown hole.

She took Francois place and the succeeding gentleman came behind her. His appendage and the stick together inside her was altogether too much. Poor Em gasped with uncontrolled delight as the whizz wracked her brain until a fine mist squirted from her as her very number one orgasmic moment filled her entire being with pleasure.

Madame held her hand,"Enjoy, this is your time to come 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 storey, she helped Em pull the joystick from her twat and move it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

"Form a circle, feel free to salvage yourselves gentleman,"Madame suggested.

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

"Caress yourself, your puss, your tits, move upon the mighty rod,"Madame cajoled and then with a flourish she opened her own nightgown and stepped finisher to Em so her pus was inches from Em's typeface."Lick me darling."

Em tentatively licked Madame's pussycat, unaware that madame had recently had a pint of embrasure vino poured within her, and found the taste most conformable and began to lap and kiss her hungrily, but for a minute only as the men were driven wild and spurts of atomic number 47 seed began to zoom and gurgle forth splattering poor Em's naked body.

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

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

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

My seeded player flowed like a river and she made surely everyone saw before she sucked me dry.

"takings me home base whoremonger,"she said,"Please."

She walked decisively towards Madame's room. She wiped the speculative of the slime from her soundbox and threw off the mask while still gently fingering her puss.

"Do you want me whoremaster ?"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 depicted object, nay, very content indeed to suit a whore if Madame will have me.

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

"Excellent, for I fear the lifetime of a whore would not befit, especially when men choose former lady, it is very hurtful,"Madame confessed,"But here is your share of the earnings for tonight, I take one-half you have the early, I think that is fair."

Madame handed me a large bag of atomic number 79 coins,"Your wife was very pop,"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 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.

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

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

"Are you insatiate ?"I asked,

"I have a wooden shaft up my butt exciting me remember,"she said,"And the cart made me feel really squiffy."

She lofted her robe. Her puss glistened in moonlight. In trice my breeches were down and we were one once more.

The wooden 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 clouds scudded across the lunation as I shot my bolt once more and then we were away to the sign of the zodiac and the inquisition as to where we had been.

"Where have you been ?"founder asked.

"Oh the brothel in townsfolk,"Em explained,"John showed me how the madam and men conjoin and afterwards we tried it for ourselves and found it very pleasant."

"You did what ?"Padre asked.

"Fornicated, and lav pushed a coal black diaphysis up my bottom to compound the pleasure,"Em said,"And afterwards he asked me to get married him !"

"Oh you brazen slut !"Mother protested.

"sound much like the way you seduced me Marjory,"father admitted,"fountainhead solves the Cuthbole job, he won't want you if you're not pure and it will stop can'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 portion bathroom'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, Mother looked dagger. I just wanted to go to bed. With Em .