The Upper Floof



I was minding my own business in my club, on the upper floor you understand, the one reserved for gentleman's gentleman. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the eventide newspaper. Whiling away the time until supper, It was the year the Titanic sank, 1912.

Leather death chair and oak panels, the feel of tobacco plant heavy on the air, talk of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the table as our hostesses catered to our every need.

Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, Virgin Mary, their epithet all started with an M. They looked quite demure despite uniforms cut to ensure their spell were always displayed. Neatly corseted shank with their breasts upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight total darkness crown with atomic number 47 buttons cut to slip under their pouting mammaries. The area below their waists entirely bare but for the tapes holding their stockings. Their soft downy os pubis neatly trimmed or shaved.

Gold tit and button rings twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with seams arrow straight set off pale elegant thighs and calves while their painted toe nails peeped from elegant richly heeled shoes. Neat trivial coney tails attached to little quid pressed firmly up their miserly bottoms and all set off by jaunty piffling lid with necklaces ring and earrings dripping with jewel. And all ready to do each and any service we may require.

The flotsam and jetsom of the gutter attired like princesses.

Their services were provided all inclusive to the membership of the upper floor of the club. Mouth, back passage and uterus alike useable to any member's member and all bar sassing available to a phallus finger or natural language though of course of study show of affection such as kissing upon the mouth were not allowed

They worked in relay, obviously Milly mollie et al were not their veridical names, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A crooked finger, a motion and they would stroll across and if indicated would straddle us and simply sink down upon our member. Or breastfeed a limp Hydra to rigidity, or bring an ice cold beer or liqueuras our notion dictated..

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

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


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"want another damned tomfool to toy poster,"he said drunkenly.

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

The secret plan was poker, Club rules, Aces High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to deal the cards. Her forget ovolo rested within the flock of her quim pleasuring herself as all the young woman were instructed to do while idling. Her exclude boob with golden rings swung alluringly to and fro as she rocked gently to her own rhythm as she quietly drifted into a domain of her own as she frigged herself towards orgasm.

"chemise's in a slur of bother,"Simmonds gloated.

"Bet his damned 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 straightaway, you won shimmy's theatre and don't want it ?"I queried.

"Absolutely, rotting mound,"he agreed.

"So chip in it back,"I suggested.

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

"You're a blinking sucker Teddy,"I said, as looked at the broken shell of a man that fifty year of idleness imbibition and gambling had created."Deal me in."

Teddy, 4th Earl of Latchmere, nobleman GlenAvon and assorted other titles was several social class above my lowly station yet many thousands of Numida meleagris poorer.

I may induce been brought up as the local minister of religion's son but t'was well known I was the Divine of the manor's whoreson and had his cunning and occupation insightfulness. As well as a talent for cards.

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two shilling,"Clearwater said throwing shimmy's notation for the house on the table.

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

I took the note.

"Thank God !"teddy bear sighed.

"Not so fast,"I insisted,"I fear you need to learn a moral, what collateral shall you propose ?"

Teddy looked aghast,"I have none."

"Three unmarried daughters,"Simmonds laughed.

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

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

"wellspring sir I am a bastard by birth, though hardly an oaf,"I suggested,"Which child shall you provide ?"

"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 smile into her !"Simmonds laughed.

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

"Turn my daughter into a whore. Never !"teddy bear protested.

"Well I shall allow for ten twenty-four hours 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 exchange my business firm 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 chairwoman 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 a lot as a saltation let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the spring of Lesbos, and I truly believe far from paying for her charms you would possess to pay any ego respecting bloke to eff her,"

"I just wanted to teach the old fool a lesson, '' I explained,"If this so called girl is indeed 19 summertime gone then I'll just let the matter quietly driblet, have a few whiskey and bury it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the redoubtable misfire Hilary.

She came to my business firm at noon, I was still in my pajama working at my desk.

Madonna my maid came to seek me,"There's some charwoman downstairs who reckons she's your whore."

"What ?"I demanded.

"Hilary something or other."The Virgin suggested and the aforesaid Hilary volley upon us.

"Church 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 tart as one could reasonably get in a female. I would swear she was wise from forking the muck from the horse stalls. Her tomentum was a flock where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a smutty brown coat and skin tight riding britches. Her face screwed with anger and hatred.

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

"What !"she snapped.

"A lady of pleasure to be uncommitted to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our understanding. Though wishful valet may be scarce as your kisser would scare a whole tribe of Zulus let alone a shy cultured gentleman."

"Ha, so no more than of this bunk,"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 pauperism of a sound pronging."

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

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

"good, we are agreed,"she agreed.

"So I shall have to pay some street urchin or urchin to do the deed in my stead, more than expense,"I said shaking my head in resignation.

She went to impress me. I caught her wrist an column inch no more from her raking my facial expression with her farseeing smutty finger nails.

She stank of horses, a strangely earthy 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 wink or narrate your father to overturn my house forthwith."

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

"Submit or the concord is avoid !"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 back of a chairman for her as she tentatively undid one of the push on her bodice, than a second.

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

"Quite delightful allow me,"I said softly as I helped to free her knoll and cupped them in my paw,"It must be such a respite for them to lam their bonds."

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

"Whore's agglomerate are ever freed, shall you like that ?"I asked.

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

"Swinging as innocent as the razzing. And their cunts, open at all metre or plugged with quarter round or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whispering."Available to all."

"Do not frivol with me !"she said.

Blessed Virgin my amah looked on disapprovingly, she was no beauty, well past baby bearing age but she had a pleasant adequate ass to make out when nothing else was offered.

"Shears Mary, let us skin the rabbit."Mary obediently fetched the large scissors or small shear from the drawer in the slope table.

I made an prick into the leggings half way up Hilary's thigh and started to cut away the coverings. She near froze in care. A single cut up one leg round the crotch and down the other. Then a single curving cut upwards towards the waistline and back down revealing her underwear as the flap of fabric fell away.
triad more snips from the razor acuate sword and the underthings came away and revealed a wad of hairy moist whorl and beneath a hairy moistened cunt. My member showed a distinct interest and he uncurled uncomfortably within the coarctation of me breeches.

"Do you know I think I will know you after all."I declared."Blessed Virgin loosen my smash and downcast my breeches if you please."

Mary reluctantly lowered my breeches and underthings allowing my appendage 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,"Madonna muttered as she obediently guided my stiffening member towards Hilary's pouting quim.

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

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

I felt no resistance from her maidenhead, but there were streak of red afterward so I presume she had been virgo intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly average gallop though at an unexpected fourth dimension of day, finishing with a wave or at least nine good spirt of honest low Max Born tool juice in her aristocratic vagina.

"Mary for gods 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 rolling 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 have this bawd learn how to use her fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to reality, her body may accept swum with agitation but now she faced reality, instead of love she had been fucked as a pass fourth dimension. I had no more desire for her to leave out my offspring than I had to dance the Viennese waltz stark naked at the gate to Buckingham Palace while they changed the safety. 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 60 minutes or so later. The tin bath was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater spread across the trading floor towards the drain. Hilary lay naked on the flagstones as she suckled Mary's massive nipple and rhythmically pressed her clenched fist into Mary voluminous cunt. Virgin Mary only ever wore a simple gaberdine and she too was near au naturel as her duster was largely around her neck.

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

Brabbinger my Ostler coughed. He had been watching from the shadows."The unseasoned lady's horse sir ?"he queried.

"She's no Lady, she's a floor woman of the street,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring Madonna,"Shall you take a pigeon berry ?"

"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, spool you in like,"he says,"Me I likes horses."

Images raced through my mind,"Quite so."I agreed,"Feed and water the horse cavalry would you, no send Good Book to my club, have a uniform sent and a allayer, take the whore's horse."I laughed at my own lapse into poetry,"whore's horse"indeed.

There is only a finite time one can watch charwoman pleasuring each other especially unattractive one, so after no Sir Thomas More than seven minutes, dozen at the outside, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the half hour with Miss Middleton, one of Madame's chest, a weasel faced flat tire chested crone of around 30 five summertime and XXX thousand men, a street sporting lady with quick fingers an eye for dish and a gift for fitting corset, stockings shoes and tail male plug as well as the artist touch which with rouge and powder turns the dullest scullery maiden or fatty cook into an object of desire.

"Oh my lord, you want a miracle prole and thats a fact,"Middleton said as she saw Hilary embraced in Madonna's well muscled arms.

"Less of your impertinence, 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 digit and riffle 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,"Thomas Middleton opined as she withdrew her fingers and wiped them on a cloth,"20 three in waistline, its like making a silk wedding dress out of a pig bed ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorousness cleaning woman !"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 in effect,"she said.

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

My Ostler was lurking in the shadows as always. Feasting his eyes on Hilary's now ringed clit and shaved pubis now framed by stocking tapes and her annular teats now upthrust by a mean melanize corset.

"Don't psyche 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 yearn fat hairy prong, I'll wager there was more hair on his egg than on a Rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his correspondence that she looked desirable butbhe obviously decided to misunderstand me and to taste her appeal instead.

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

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

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

Now to be quite true there is little as dis spiriting as finding one's servant has a prong unquestionably superordinate to one's own both in length and girth and energy, and I turned on my heel and strode away after no more than ten instant at the outside.

The way he kneaded her breast and crushed her lips with his lips was quite salacious, while the way she raked his back with her nails was quite uncalled for and the oink and protestations of love was such to make me nauseous.

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

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

I sat a piece and returned to see 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."

"display the gentleman,"Thomas Middleton insisted.

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

"Open 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 hearts content this eve but for now I must hand over her to Madame before my special gentleman arrives."

"Special valet de chambre ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the Club later, after fending off James Cook'hint that her ass was as tight as anyone's snatch, something demonstrably untrue, and by dinner party clip I was gorging myself on common salt pork and onions washed down by some of the fine wine-coloured from the Antipodes.

Hilary was nowhere to be seen when I arrived. It seemed she had become something of a celebrity and every valet de chambre 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 go far rather the worse for drink gave me an malevolent notion which I proceeded to put in train.

"Teddy won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"Need a third for a ternion, new lady of pleasure needs breaking in don't cha know."


"What ho, yes rather, three way eh, top hole."he stammered out his common drawing string of commonplace and sat down at my tabular array. Milly Molly or some such brought slip a phonograph recording of pork and he began to guzzle on it greedily.

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into genus Melissa, a bright red clump gag now flilled her mouth, a crystallise sign of what we called a screamer. A working girl 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 pop on his orchard apple tree pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any interest but ordered."Capital, just straddle me wench and let me ease your quim while I eat my pud there's a dear."He unbuttoned his rear of barrel and extracted his rather woebegone tired and uninterested turncock from therein.

It sprawled almost exanimate along his belly but it reared soon enough as Hilary straddled him and sank down until her piano pink quim rested gently upon his length.

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

He reached down and aimed his cock between the rim of her quim. She raised herself then sank down with a contented sigh and a slight dribble from her ball gag. Then she began to hump greedily.

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

I shook my caput, I had been bamboozled again."Going to go up on ?"shimmy asked,"proceeds the shopkeeper's, three way and all that ?"

"Ah no, I just remembered I have to see old Graithwaite about some stage business,"I said as Hilary bounced up and down far too energetically on her supposed Father of the Church's cock and I left them to their joyous union.

I cursed, far from teaching Teddy a deterrent example 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 ply so I retired to my bed somewhat frustrated and slept only fitfully.

The morning brought further tribulations.

Hilary's previous sister. A weasel faced, wasp waisted thread maker completely devoid of female appendages or so it seemed she arrived at some ungodly hour 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 sentry."Ye gods its solely ten of the clock !"I protested.

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

"No, I think I can make out without,"I answered,"I shall amount 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 recognize the woman.

"Miss Latchmere ?"I queried.

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

"And what brings you here ?"I asked.

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

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

"Oh yes,"she replied,"You surpass my worst first moment by some considerable margin."

"Have you merely come to insult me or had you some other purpose in judgment ?"I asked.

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my father, prostitute my Sister and bankrupt my chance of making a good marriage."

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

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

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

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

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

I grasped the shoulder joint of her dress and it ripped right down the front man, I ripped aside the book binding of her mounds freeing them,"Remind me, did I ravish you or merely attempt to ?"

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

"Twenty Kenyan shilling for your honour !"I offered.

"I meant man and wife,"she said,"Dear god are you really this dolt ?"

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

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

"Your parts 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 time, ah."I said awkwardly.

"He fucks me ass mostly,"James Cook interjected.

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

"Hilary said it was tiny,"young woman Latchmere observed,"But it looks monstrous !"

I sighed,"Shut your rale and lay for me, then you can indicate the magistrate your torn clothes and a good creaming within your parts."

"Very well, where is the bedroom ?"she asked.

"Here on the trading 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 lie with it was the most romantic gesture she had ever known ? The poor girl'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 appendage."Make beloved to me !"she pleaded.

"This madam is merely a simple nooky,"I explained as I started to sleep with her,"Though I own a very accordant one."

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

"Really ?"I queried,"Usually womanhood ask if I have finished yet, or pee-pee some sarcastic remark."

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

It was all too much and suddenly a great torrent of seed shot from my lumbus and flooded her entirely.

I lay until I was spent and my member shrank and them rolled onto my back."Do your pip,"I said and drifted into a contented sleep.
"Take it in your manus like thus,"I heard Cook saying as someone gripped my cock in their helping hand,"He ent much of a cocksman, one squirt marvel,"cook opined,"Still a bit of a suck will probably rouse him."

"What's up ?"I said.

"Damned constable thinks I'm my sis and that I'm a whore,"misfire Latchmere explained.

"So you are trying conquest ?"I queried.

"In a word, yes."she agreed.

"You are an ageing weasel faced flat chested thread maker, why should I take in musical note of you ?"I asked.

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

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a mo."My sister is a harlot and she can extend on all manner of whorish tricks to restrain you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"Good pointedness,"I agreed,"On your rachis I wish to fuck you again."


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