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I was minding my own business enterprise in my lodge, on the upper berth floor you understand, the one reserved for gentlemen. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the eve paper. Whiling away the time until supper, It was the year the Titanic sank, 1912.

Leather chairs and oak control panel, the smell of tobacco heavy on the air, talk of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the tables as our hostess catered to our every need.

Milly, molly, Moira, Melissa, Mary, their names all started with an M. They looked quite demure despite uniforms cut to control their magic spell were always displayed. Neatly corseted waists with their titty upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight Black jacket with silver gray push cut to dislocate under their pouting mammaries. The area below their shank entirely bare but for the tape holding their stockings. Their delicate downy Pubes neatly trimmed or shaved.

gold Nipple and Clitoris rings twinkled in the firelight. Pisces the Fishes net stocking with seams arrow straight set off pale elegant thighs and calves while their painted toe nails peeped from graceful high heeled shoes. Neat little lapin tails attached to little plugs pressed firmly up their closely bottoms and all set off by jaunty little lid with necklaces rings and earrings dripping with jewels. And all make to execute each and any service we may require.

The flotsam and jetsom of the gutters attired like princesses.

Their services were provided all inclusive to the membership of the pep pill floor of the nightspot. Mouth, back handing over and uterus alike uncommitted to any penis's appendage and all bar mouth available to a members finger or tongue though of track shows of affection such as kissing upon the mouth were not allowed

They worked in electrical relay, obviously Milly Molly et al were not their actual gens, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A crooked finger's breadth, a gesture and they would stroll across and if indicated would range us and simply sink down upon our fellow member. Or suckle a limp snake to rigidity, or institute an ice insensate beer or liqueuras our whim dictated..

Sometimes they got it faulty, one aged man admitting,"Ye gods I only wanted a whiskey,"as Malia extracted his member from his fly and began to suck.

But decent background point, back to this most especial evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"demand another damned fool to play cards,"he said drunkenly.

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

The plot was poker, Club rules, Aces High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to take 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 bared breasts with favourable rings swung alluringly to and fro as she rocked gently to her own cycle as she quietly drifted into a human beings of her own as she frigged herself towards orgasm.

"Teddy's in a pip of pain in the ass,"Simmonds gloated.

"Bet his damned planetary house 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 house and don't want it ?"I queried.

"Absolutely, rotting down,"he agreed.

"So give it back,"I suggested.

"Not that well-situated old buddy, golf club rules."Simmonds pointed out,"indigence outside musician to win it then teddy can win it back do you see ?"

"You're a bloody fool teddy,"I said, as looked at the broken casing of a man that fifty years of loafing drinking and play had created."Deal me in."

Teddy, 4th Earl of Latchmere, God Almighty GlenAvon and several other claim was several social course above my lowly station yet many thousands of guineas poorer.

I may have been brought up as the topical anaesthetic minister's son but t'was well known I was the Lord of the manor's bastard and had his slyness and job insightfulness. As well as a talent for cards.

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two Somalian shilling,"Clearwater said throwing slip's short letter for the house on the table.

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

I took the note.

"Thank God !"shimmy sighed.

"Not so fast,"I insisted,"I fear you need to learn 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.

"commodity god man, don't be an oaf,"Teddy snapped.

"Well sir I am a dickhead by birth, though hardly an oaf,"I suggested,"Which child shall you declare oneself ?"

"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 have it off a smiling into her !"Simmonds laughed.

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

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

"Well I shall reserve ten days to revoke the house."I offered.

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

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

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

I went back to my chair 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 years ago, not so much as a dance let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the natural spring of Mytilene, and I truly believe far from paying for her charms you would have to pay any ego respecting lad to sleep with her,"

"I just wanted to teach the old fall guy a lesson, '' I explained,"If this so address girlfriend is indeed nineteen summers gone then I'll just let the affair quietly drop, have a few whisky and blank out it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the formidable miss Hilary.

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

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

"What ?"I demanded.

"Hilary something or other."Madonna 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. I would swear she was fresh from forking the dung from the horse stalls. Her hair's-breadth was a mess where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a filthy Robert Brown coating and scrape tight riding britches. Her face screwed with angriness and hatred.

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

"What !"she snapped.

"A harlot to be uncommitted to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our correspondence. Though desirous man may be scarce as your kisser would scare a unharmed folk of Zulus let alone a shy cultured gentleman."

"Ha, so no more of this gimcrack,"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 motive of a sound pronging."

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

"Madam a thousand Numida meleagris 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 act in my stead, more expense,"I said shaking my head in resignation.

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

She stank of sawbuck, a strangely earthy smell which raised interrogation in my loins.

"You madam require taming,"I insisted.

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

I thought a moment before I replied."Disrobe this twinkling or tell your father to countermand my household forthwith."

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

"Submit or the agreement 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 heavy coat.

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

Her fingers trembled, with fearfulness or angriness I knew or cared not. The buttons parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her cumulation were much constricted. It caught my attending. My appendage stirred again.

"Quite delicious allow me,"I said softly as I helped to unfreeze her mounds and cupped them in my hands,"It must be such a relief for them to get out their bonds."

"No !"she said all-inclusive eyed but I knew in that twinkling that she was ripe for the taking. Her tit stiffened and extended.

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

"No !"she snapped though her firmness of purpose was uncertain.

"Swinging as barren as the shuttlecock. And their pussy, open at all times or plugged with pollex or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing rustle."Available to all."

"Do not dally with me !"she said.

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

"shears Madonna, let us struggle the rabbit."Mary obediently fetched the expectant scissors or small shears from the draftsman in the position table.

I made an scratch into the legging half way up Hilary's thigh and started to cut away the coverings. She near froze in fear. A unmarried cut up one leg round the genital organ and down the early. Then a single curving cut upwards towards the waist and back down revealing her underwear as the fuss of fabric fell away.
3 Thomas More clip from the razor sharp brand and the underthings came away and revealed a mass of hairy moist curls and beneath a hairy moistened cunt. My appendage 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."Madonna loosen my belt and lower my rear of barrel if you please."

Madonna reluctantly lowered my knickerbockers and underthings allowing my member to stiffen and straighten as I pushed Hilary against the table.

"template my fellow 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,"Mary muttered as she obediently guided my constrain appendage 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 pauperization for cock and shaft juice.

I felt no resistance from her maidenhead, but there were streaks of red afterward so I presume she had been virgo intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly average gallop though at an unexpected time of day, finishing with a flourish or at least nine good spurts of honest low born putz succus in her aristocratical vagina.

"Mary for god 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 take to use the rolling pin,"I suggested,"But this clip wash it before rolling out the pastry."

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

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

Hilary jerked back to reality, her body may possess swum with excitement but now she faced reality, instead of passion she had been fucked as a toss time. I had no more desire for her to leave out my offspring than I had to dance the Viennese waltz stark naked at the Gates to Buckingham Palace 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 Virgin Mary an hour or so later. The tin tub was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater cattle farm across the floor towards the drainpipe. Hilary lay naked on the flagstones as she suckled Mary's massive mamilla and rhythmically pressed her fist into Marys twisty cunt. The Virgin only ever wore a simple duster and she too was near raw as her duster was largely around her neck.

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

Brabbinger my ostler coughed. He had been watching from the fantasm."The young lady's buck sir ?"he queried.

"She's no Lady, she's a al-Qaeda whore,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring Mary,"Shall you take a clout ?"

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

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

"trickery they has sir, bobbin you in like,"he says,"Me I likes horses."

Images raced through my mind,"Quite so."I agreed,"provender and H2O the horse would you, no send Word to my social club, have a uniform sent and a comforter, take the whore's horse."I laughed at my own backsliding into poetry,"whore's gymnastic horse"indeed.

There is only a finite meter one can take in cleaning lady pleasuring each other especially unattractive ones, so after no Thomas More than seven minutes, dozen at the remote, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the half hour with misfire Thomas Middleton, one of Madame's dressers, a weasel faced prostrate chested beldam of around thirty five summers and thirty thousand men, a street whore with quick fingers an eye for sweetheart and a talent for fitting stays, stockings shoes and derriere spark plug as well as the artists touch which with rouge and powder turns the muffled scullery maiden or fertile James Cook into an object of desire.

"Oh my nobleman, you want a miracle worker and thats a fact,"Middleton said as she saw Hilary embraced in Virgin Mary's well muscled arms.

"Less of your insolence, bend over I wish to have sex 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 fingers and thumb she advanced upon Hilary even as she continued to pleasure Mary and grasped her firmly, one thumb pressed firmly up Hilary's back passage and the fingers into her quim.

"Ooh,"Hilary gasped.

"I reckon a two inch 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 attire out of a cop ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorum cleaning woman !"I snapped.

"well you ain't no gentleman are you ?"she challenged.

I gave up and walked off.

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

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

My stableboy was lurking in the shadows as always. Feasting his eyes on Hilary's now ringed button and shaved pubic bone now framed by stocking tapeline and her ringed teats now upthrust by a pixilated black corset.

"Don't brain 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 wooden leg and a long fat hairy prong, I'll wager there was more hair on his nut than on a Rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his agreement that she looked desirable butbhe obviously decided to misconstrue me and to try out her magic spell instead.

He grasped her firmly and in a instant was Hilary pushed against the field of study board and he sank his prong within her piano 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 parts were aroused by the anchor ring and the potions applied to her innards by Middleton's nimble fingers.

"Oh my master !"she wailed,"I am in heaven !"

Now to be quite honest there is piddling as dis spiriting as finding one's servant has a prong unquestionably master to one's own both in length and girth and free energy, and I turned on my bounder and strode away after no more than ten minutes at the outside.

The way he kneaded her breasts and crushed her rim with his sassing was quite obscene, while the way she raked his backrest with her nails was quite uncalled for and the grunts and protest of lovemaking was such to make me nauseous.

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

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

I sat a spell and returned to find Hilary attired in a cloak. which hid her parts. I saw she walked awkwardly.

"Finished already ?"I asked Middleton.

"Yes sir, Got her trap 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 genitals which clearly held quim and anal plugs in place.

"surface her up I wish to taste 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 fuck her to your heart contentedness this eve but for now I must give up her to Madame before my limited gentleman arrives."

"Special man ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the nightspot later, after fending off Cooks'suggestion that her ass was as tight as anyone's cunt, something demonstrably out of true, and by dinner time I was gorging myself on salt pork and onion 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 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 arrive rather the worse for drink gave me an vicious notion which I proceeded to put in train.

"Teddy won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"Need a 3rd for a trio, new harlot demand breaking in don't cha know."


"What ho, yes rather, three way eh, top hole."he stammered out his usual chain of banality and sat down at my table. Milly mollie or some such brought Teddy a platter of porc and he began to guzzle on it greedily.

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into genus Melissa, a smart red lump gag now flilled her mouth, a clear mansion of what we called a screamer. A lady of pleasure 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.

chemise was about to bulge out on his apple pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any interest but ordered."Capital, just straddle me wench and let me still your quim while I eat my pud there's a dear."He unbuttoned his knee 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 soft pink quim rested gently upon his length.

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

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

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

I shook my straits, I had been bamboozled again."Going to climb on ?"Teddy asked,"return 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 Teddy a lesson I had learned one myself. I rued my discomfiture and made my way homeward.

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

The morn brought further tribulations.

Hilary's oldest babe. A weasel faced, wasp waisted spinster completely devoid of female outgrowth or so it seemed she arrived at some ungodly hr when no gentleman or gentlewoman should be abroad and demanded to see me.

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

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

"No, I think I can deal without,"I answered,"I shall come down straightway."

"bettor 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.

"misfire Latchmere ?"I queried.

"Rip van winkle 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 dependable 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 affront me or had you some other intent in mind ?"I asked.

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

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

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

"ma'am I should sooner fornicate with a farmyard sow,"I insisted.

"So I understand,"she said,"But I do believe the police constable will conceive my tale when I scream and say how you tore my dress and sought to outrage me."

"Really ?"I queried as she tried in vain to buck her dress."Allow me."

I grasped the articulatio humeri of her dress and it ripped right down the strawman, I ripped aside the bindings of her mounds freeing them,"Remind me, did I ravish you or merely try to ?"

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

"Twenty shillings for your laurels !"I offered.

"I meant married couple,"she said,"lamb god are you really this stupid person ?"

"Stupid yes desperate no,"I confirmed,"Though your teats are most allure and are roused if I am not mistaken."

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

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

"No 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,"James Cook interjected.

"James Cook, '' I snapped"Go away !"

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

I sighed,"Shut your rattle and lay for me, then you can show the magistrate your shoot down clothes and a good 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 pes and carried her upstairs.

How was I to know it was the most romantic motion she had ever known ? The hapless miss's quim was soaking with anticipation and in a present moment as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

Her tight virgin cunt gripped my member."shuffle love to me !"she pleaded.

"This madam is merely a simple nooky,"I explained as I started to hump her,"Though I own a very consonant 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 make some sarcastic remark."

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

It was all too lots and suddenly a great torrent of ejaculate pellet from my pubic region 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 contented sleep.
"get it in your hand like thus,"I heard Captain Cook saying as someone gripped my hammer in their helping hand,"He ent much of a cocksman, one squirt wonder,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a suck will probably wake him."

"What's up ?"I said.

"Damned constable thinks I'm my babe and that I'm a working girl,"Miss Latchmere explained.

"So you are trying seduction ?"I queried.

"In a discussion, yes."she agreed.

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

She thought a moment"Because my eldest boy baby shall inherit founding father's title, should you not like your son to be the Earl Latchmere, the 5th Baron Latchmere ?"

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a moment."My baby is a whore and she can fade on all way of whorish magic trick to keep you satisfied in the bed chamber."

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


To be continued.

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