The upper Floof



I was minding my own business in my club, on the pep pill floor you understand, the one reserved for gentlemen. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the evening newsprint. Whiling away the fourth dimension until supper, It was the twelvemonth the Titanic sank, 1912.

Leather chairs and oak panels, the smell of tobacco heavy on the air, talking of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the tables as our stewardess catered to our every need.

Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, Blessed Virgin, their figure all started with an M. They looked quite demure despite uniforms cut to see their spell were always displayed. Neatly corseted waist with their tit upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight black jackets with ash grey push cut to sneak under their pouting mammaries. The sphere below their waists entirely bare but for the tapeline holding their stockings. Their indulgent downy Pubes neatly trimmed or shaved.

atomic number 79 teat and clit gang twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with seams arrow straight set off picket elegant second joint and calf while their painted toe nails peeped from elegant high heeled shoes. Neat petty rabbits tails attached to little fire hydrant pressed firmly up their pixilated can and all set off by jaunty trivial hats with necklaces mob and earrings dripping with jewel. And all cook to perform each and any service we may require.

The flotsam and jetsom of the gutters attired like princesses.

Their divine service were provided all inclusive to the membership of the amphetamine level of the night club. Mouth, back passage and womb alike available to any member's appendage and all bar lip available to a members finger or clapper though of course appearance of tenderness such as kissing upon the mouth were not allowed

They worked in relays, obviously Milly Molly et al were not their actual name, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A corrupt finger's breadth, a gesture and they would saunter across and if indicated would straddle us and simply sink down upon our members. Or suckle a limp snake to rigidness, or bring an ice cold beer or liqueuras our caprice dictated..

Sometimes they got it faulty, one senior gentleman admitting,"Ye divinity 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 chums asked.

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"Need another damned fool to work cards,"he said drunkenly.

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

The plot was poker, Club pattern, one High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to deal the cards. Her get out thumb rested within the folds of her quim pleasuring herself as all the female child were instructed to do while idling. Her bared boob with golden rings swung alluringly to and fro as she rocked gently to her own calendar method as she quietly drifted into a populace of her own as she frigged herself towards orgasm.

"shift's in a spot of bother,"Simmonds gloated.

"Bet his damned firm and lost !"carter laughed.

"And ?"I enquired.

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

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

"Absolutely, rotting mountain,"he agreed.

"So grant it back,"I suggested.

"Not that easy old chum, social club rules."Simmonds pointed out,"motive exterior player to win it then teddy bear can win it back do you see ?"

"You're a bloody fool teddy bear,"I said, as looked at the broken shell of a man that l old age of idleness drinking and gambling had created."Deal me in."

Teddy, 4th Earl of Latchmere, Divine GlenAvon and respective early titles was several social classes above my lowly post yet many yard of guineas poorer.

I may stimulate been brought up as the local anaesthetic curate's son but t'was well known I was the Lord of the manor's illegitimate and had his cunning and stage business acumen. As well as a talent for cards.

I looked at my cards.

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

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

I took the note.

"Thank God !"shift sighed.

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

Teddy looked aghast,"I have none."

"Three unmarried daughter,"Simmonds laughed.

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

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

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

"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 sleep with a smile into her !"Simmonds laughed.

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

"bit my daughter into a whore. Never !"shift protested.

"wellspring I shall tolerate ten days to resign the house."I offered.

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

"No slip needs a lesson,"I insisted,"I'll telephone exchange my theater for the daughter whom I shall sell to madame as a whore."

"Done !"grinned Teddy,"Never has a man made such a poor steal !"

I went back to my president 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 geezerhood ago, not so often as a dance let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the give of Lesbos, and I truly believe far from paying for her good luck charm you would have to pay any ego respecting chap to fuck her,"

"I just wanted to teach the old fool a moral, '' I explained,"If this so anticipate girl is indeed nineteen summertime gone then I'll just let the topic quietly drop, have a few Whiskeys and forget it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the unnerving Miss Hilary.

She came to my home at noontide, I was still in my pajama working at my desk.

Mary my maid came to seek me,"There's some fair sex downstairs who reckons she's your whore."

"What ?"I demanded.

"Hilary something or other."Mary suggested and the aforementioned Hilary burst upon us.

"beginner 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 fresh from forking the dung from the sawhorse stable. Her hair was a plenty where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a filthy brownness coating and shin tight riding britches. Her face screwed with anger and hatred.

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

"What !"she snapped.

"A whore to be useable to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our arrangement. Though desirous gentleman's gentleman may be just as your countenance would frighten off a whole folk 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 suggest that on the contrary you are in urgent, nay immediate pauperization of a speech sound pronging."

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

"Madam a M 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 title in my stead, More disbursal,"I said shaking my head in resignation.

She went to strike me. I caught her radiocarpal joint an inch no more from her raking my facial expression with her long filthy finger nails.

She stank of horses, a strangely earthy smell which raised inquiry in my loins.

"You madam need taming,"I insisted.

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

I thought a bit before I replied."Disrobe this instant or tell your don to vacate my house forthwith."

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

"Submit or the correspondence 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 sullen coat.

I hung it on the back of a chair for her as she tentatively undid one of the buttons on her bodice, than a second.

Her finger's breadth trembled, with fear or angriness I knew or cared not. The clit parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her pitcher's mound were much constricted. It caught my attention. My member stirred again.

"Quite delightful allow me,"I said softly as I helped to release her mounds and cupped them in my custody,"It must be such a embossment for them to escape their bonds."

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

"woman of the street's pitcher's mound are ever freed, shall you like that ?"I asked.

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

"swing as free as the hiss. And their cunts, out-of-doors at all time or plugged with thumb or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whisper."Available to all."

"Do not trifle with me !"she said.

Mary my maid looked on disapprovingly, she was no dish, well past child bearing age but she had a pleasant adequate ass to fuck when naught else was offered.

"shears Mary, let us skin the rabbit."Madonna obediently fetched the large scissor grip or minuscule shears from the drawer in the side table.

I made an scratch into the leggings half way up Hilary's thigh and started to cut away the coverings. She near froze in fright. A single cut up one leg round the genital organ and down the other. Then a single curving cut upwards towards the waist and back down revealing her underwear as the flaps of material fell away.
Three more clipping from the razor sharp blades and the underthings came away and revealed a good deal of hirsute moist roll and beneath a hairy moistened cunt. 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."The Virgin loosen my bang and lower my rear of barrel if you please."

Mary reluctantly lowered my rear of tube and underthings allowing my appendage to tighten up and straighten as I pushed Hilary against the table.

"pathfinder 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 constrain extremity towards Hilary's pouting quim.

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

"No !"she said but he consistency said"Yes yes yes,"such was her pauperization for rooster and cock juice.

I felt no underground from her maidenhead, but there were bar of red afterward so I presume she had been Virgo the Virgin intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly average out gallop though at an unexpected sentence of day, finishing with a tucket or at to the lowest degree nine dependable spurts of true low born cock juice in her blue-blooded vagina.

"Madonna 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 get to use the roll pin,"I suggested,"But this fourth dimension wash it before rolling out the pastry."

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

"Or perhaps you could cause this prostitute learn how to use her clenched fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to reality, her body may have got swum with excitation but now she faced world, instead of dear she had been fucked as a pass time. I had no more desire for her to drop my offspring than I had to dance 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 Mary an hr or so later. The tin tub was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater spread across the floor towards the drainpipe. Hilary lay naked on the flag as she suckled Blessed Virgin's massive teats and rhythmically pressed her fist into Marys voluminous cunt. Madonna only ever wore a simple smock and she too was near bare as her duster was largely around her neck.

"I shall burn these tag,"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 tincture."The Brigham Young lady's knight sir ?"he queried.

"She's no Lady, she's a base cyprian,"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."

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

figure of speech raced through my mind,"Quite so."I agreed,"Feed and water the sawbuck would you, no send intelligence to my golf-club, have a uniform sent and a comfort, take the woman of the street's horse."I laughed at my own lapse into verse,"whore's horse"indeed.

There is only a finite time one can determine cleaning lady pleasuring each other especially unattractive unity, so after no to a greater extent 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 dressers, a weasel faced flat chested beldam of around thirty five summertime and XXX thousand men, a street whore with spry fingers an eye for beauty and a talent for fitting stays, stockings shoe and tail jade as well as the artists touch which with rouge and powder turns the thudding scullery housemaid or fatty Cook into an target of desire.

"Oh my lord, 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 cheekiness, bend over I wish to fuck you,"I averred.

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

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

"Ooh,"Hilary gasped.

"I reckon a two column inch up her ass and a three up her quim,"Middleton opined as she withdrew her digit and wiped them on a material,"twenty three in waist, its like making a silk wedding dress out of a slob ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorum char !"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 near,"she said.

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

My stableman was lurking in the shadows as always. Feasting his eyes on Hilary's now ringed clitoris and shaved pubes now framed by stocking tape measure and her ringed teats now upthrust by a tight Black corset.

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

He strode up to the girl and raised his smock revealing abruptly fat hairy leg and a long fat hairy prong, I'll bet there was more than whisker on his balls than on a Rabbi's chin.

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

He grasped her firmly and in a jiffy was Hilary pushed against the field of study table and he sank his prong within her diffused moist quim. His hairy ass bobbled up and down and in and out as he thrust his goliath forcibly into her womb.

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

"Oh my lord !"she wailed,"I am in paradise !"

Now to be quite true there is minuscule as dis spiriting as finding one's servant has a prong unquestionably superior to one's own both in length and girth and vitality, and I turned on my dog and strode away after no to a greater extent than ten proceedings at the outside.

The way he kneaded her titty and crushed her lips with his lips was quite obscene, while the way she raked his back with her nails was quite uncalled for and the grunts and protestations of love was such to pee-pee me nauseous.

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

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

I sat a while and returned to feel Hilary attired in a cloak. which hid her constituent. 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 gentleman,"Middleton insisted.

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

"Open her up I wish to try out 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 have sex her to your hearts message this eve but for now I must return her to Madame before my special man arrives."

"Special gentleman ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the Club later, after fending off Captain Cook'suggestions that her ass was as pixilated as anyone's cunt, something demonstrably out of true, and by dinner time I was gorging myself on salt pork barrel and onion plant washed down by some of the okay wine-colored from the Antipodes.

Hilary was nowhere to be seen when I arrived. It seemed she had become something of a famous person and every valet 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 get rather the worse for beverage gave me an wickedness notion which I proceeded to put in train.

"slip won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"Need a tierce for a threesome, new whore needs breaking in don't cha know."


"What ho, yes rather, three way eh, top hole."he stammered out his usual string of cliches and sat down at my tabular array. Milly Molly or some such brought chemise a record 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 clean sign of what we called a yeller. A whore who could not prevent 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 start on his orchard apple tree pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any interest group but ordered."Capital, just straddle me skirt and let me alleviate your quim while I eat my pud there's a dear."He unbuttoned his knickerbockers 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 mild pink quim rested gently upon his length.

It reared like an American-Indian language snake charmer's Snake, a veritable python. Spearing upwards towards her entrails. It seemed quite bizarre. Teddy about to fuck his own daughter unknowingly.

He reached down and aimed his peter between the lips of her quim. She raised herself then sank down with a contented sigh and a slender dribble from her ball gag. Then she began to fuck greedily.

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

I shook my capitulum, I had been bamboozled again."Going to go up on ?"slip asked,"yield the market keeper'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 turncock and I left them to their joyous union.

I cursed, far from teaching Teddy a lesson I had learned one myself. I rued my discomposure and made my way homeward.

Cook hounded me once more seeking a pronging which I was not in any mode to ply so I retired to my bed somewhat bedevil and slept only fitfully.

The sunup brought further tribulations.

Hilary's oldest sister. A weasel faced, wasp waisted old maid completely devoid of female appendages or so it seemed she arrived at some ungodly 60 minutes 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 picket."Ye gods its only 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 manage without,"I answered,"I shall number 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 greet the woman.

"Miss Latchmere ?"I queried.

"Rip van periwinkle I presume ?"she replied as she saw I wore only my nightshirt and Nox hat.

"And what brings you here ?"I asked.

"My horse,"she replied sarcastically,"But to be honest I wanted to see exactly what variety 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 other purpose in mind ?"I asked.

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my father, prostitute my sister and ruin my chances of making a unspoiled marriage."

"You certainly have a dullness of speech 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 think the police constable will think my tale when I scream and say how you tore my wearing apparel and sought to ravish me."

"Really ?"I queried as she tried in vain to tear her garb."Allow me."

I grasped the shoulders of her apparel and it ripped right down the figurehead, I ripped aside the bindings of her mounds freeing them,"Remind me, did I outrage you or merely attempt to ?"

"I care not, lay down me an fling or I go to the magistrate !"she snapped

"Twenty shillings for your honour !"I offered.

"I meant wedding,"she said,"dear god are you really this stupid ?"

"pudding head yes desperate no,"I confirmed,"Though your tit are most allure and are roused if I am not mistaken."

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

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

"No 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 morning, ah."I said awkwardly.

"He fucks me ass mostly,"Cook interjected.

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

"Hilary said it was tiny,"Miss Latchmere observed,"But it looks grievous !"

I sighed,"Shut your rattle and lay for me, then you can show the magistrate your displume dress and a effective creaming within your parts."

"Very well, where is the sleeping room ?"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 romantic gesture she had ever known ? The poor people fille's quim was soaking with expectancy and in a moment as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

Her tight virgin cunt gripped my phallus."brand love to me !"she pleaded.

"This ma'am is merely a simple fuck,"I explained as I started to hunch her,"Though I own a very conformable 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 spend a penny some sarcastic remark."

"No, its really overnice, oh my god, its really nice."she said as the walls of her virgin puss instinctively began to milk my cock.

It was all too much and suddenly a expectant torrent of seed snap from my loins and flooded her entirely.

I lay until I was spent and my member shrank and them rolled onto my back."Do your worst,"I said and drifted into a content sleep.
"Take it in your mitt like thus,"I heard Captain James Cook saying as someone gripped my pecker in their hand,"He ent much of a cocksman, one spurt wonderment,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a suck will probably rouse 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 word, yes."she agreed.

"You are an ageing weasel faced flat chested spinster, why should I get hold of billet of you ?"I asked.

She thought a consequence"Because my eldest boy child shall inherit founder's title, should you not like your son to be the Earl Latchmere, the 5th king Latchmere ?"

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a moment."My sis is a whore and she can draw on all personal manner of whorish antic to hold on you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"Good point,"I agreed,"On your backrest I wish to bonk you again."


To be continued.

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