The Upper Floof



I was minding my own commercial enterprise in my lodge, on the upper floor you understand, the one reserved for gentlemen. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the evening newspaper. Whiling away the metre until supper, It was the year the Titanic sank, 1912.

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

Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, The Virgin, their names all started with an M. They looked quite demure despite uniforms cut to ensure their charms were always displayed. Neatly corseted waists with their breasts upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight black jackets with Ag clit cut to mistake under their pouting mammaries. The country below their waists entirely bare but for the tapes holding their stockings. Their indulgent downy pubic bone neatly trimmed or shaved.

atomic number 79 Nipple and Clitoris rings twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with seams arrow straight set off pale graceful thighs and calves while their piebald toe nails peeped from graceful high heeled shoes. Neat petty rabbits keister attached to little plugs pressed firmly up their blind drunk posterior and all set off by jaunty piddling chapeau with necklaces anchor ring and earrings dripping with jewels. And all fix to perform 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 upper level of the gild. mouthpiece, back transit and womb alike uncommitted to any member's fellow member and all bar rima oris available to a member finger or tongue though of row shows of affection such as kissing upon the mouth were not allowed

They worked in relay, obviously Milly Molly et al were not their real names, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A crook finger, a gesture and they would stroll across and if indicated would straddle us and simply drop down down upon our member. Or suckle a limp snake to rigidness, or bring an ice cold beer or liqueuras our notion dictated..

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

But decent ground detail, back to this most specific evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"Need another damned patsy to play cards,"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 game, Club rules, Aces High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to deal the cards. Her impart thumb rested within the folds of her quim pleasuring herself as all the missy were instructed to do while idling. Her bared breasts with prosperous hoop swung alluringly to and fro as she rocked gently to her own rhythm as she quietly drifted into a world of her own as she frigged herself towards orgasm.

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

"Bet his damned house and lost !"Carter laughed.

"And ?"I enquired.

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

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

"Absolutely, rotting pile,"he agreed.

"So hold it back,"I suggested.

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

"You're a bloody fool slip,"I said, as looked at the broken eggshell of a man that fifty long time of idleness crapulence and gambling had created."Deal me in."

shift, 4th Earl of Latchmere, Lord GlenAvon and various other form of address was several social classes above my lowly place yet many thousands of guineas poorer.

I may feature been brought up as the local parson's son but t'was well known I was the Lord of the manor house's bastard and had his cunning and business insightfulness. As well as a talent for cards.

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two Tanzanian shilling,"Clearwater said throwing chemise's line for the house on the table.

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

I took the note.

"Thank God !"Teddy sighed.

"Not so fast,"I insisted,"I fear you need to learn a deterrent example, what collateral shall you volunteer ?"

slip looked aghast,"I have none."

"3 unmarried girl,"Simmonds laughed.

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

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

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

"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 make out a grin into her !"Simmonds laughed.

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

"bend my daughter into a sporting lady. Never !"Teddy protested.

"wellspring I shall allow ten days 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 lesson,"I insisted,"I'll substitution my mansion for the daughter whom I shall betray to madame as a whore."

"Done !"grinned teddy,"Never has a man made such a hapless 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 days ago, not so much as a dancing 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 have to pay any self respecting cranny to jazz her,"

"I just wanted to instruct the old fool a example, '' I explained,"If this so called girl is indeed nineteen summertime gone then I'll just let the matter quietly drop, have a few whisky and forget it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the redoubtable missy Hilary.

She came to my theater at noon, I was still in my pyjamas working at my desk.

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

"What ?"I demanded.

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

"Padre 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 swan she was fresh from forking the dung from the horse stalls. Her hair's-breadth was a sight where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a filthy John Brown coat and skin tight riding britches. Her face screwed with angriness and hatred.

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

"What !"she snapped.

"A fancy woman to be available to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our understanding. Though desirous gentleman's gentleman may be just as your mug would frighten a solid kin group 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 opposite you are in urgent, nay straightaway need of a phone pronging."

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

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

"commodity, we are agreed,"she agreed.

"So I shall have to pay some guttersnipe or urchin to do the deed of conveyance in my stead, more expense,"I said shaking my pass in resignation.

She went to walk out me. I caught her wrist an in no more from her raking my face with her long filthy finger nails.

She stank of horse cavalry, a strangely earthy olfactory perception which raised inquiry in my loins.

"You madam need taming,"I insisted.

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

I thought a moment before I replied."Disrobe this clamant or tell your Church Father to overturn my house forthwith."

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

"Submit or the agreement is null !"I challenged.

She stared at me. She shuddered as she realised my resolve.

"Very well,"she said icily and she slipped off her grievous coat.

I hung it on the backbone of a chairperson 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 clitoris parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her mounds were much constricted. It caught my attention. My extremity stirred again.

"Quite delightful allow me,"I said softly as I helped to free her cumulus and cupped them in my hands,"It must be such a relief for them to scat their bonds."

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

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

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

"Swinging as barren as the birds. And their twat, exposed at all time or plugged with ovolo or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whisper."Available to all."

"Do not trifle with me !"she said.

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

"shear Virgin Mary, let us skin the rabbit."Blessed Virgin obediently fetched the gravid scissor grip or small shears from the drawer in the side table.

I made an surgical incision into the leging half way up Hilary's thigh and started to cut away the coverings. She near froze in fear. A single cut up one leg round the genitals and down the early. Then a bingle curving cut upwards towards the waist and back down revealing her underwear as the dither of material fell away.
Three more snips from the razor shrewd blades and the underthings came away and revealed a Mass of hairy moist Robert Floyd Curl Jr. and beneath a hairy moistened cunt. My member showed a distinct interest and he uncurled uncomfortably within the chokepoint of me breeches.

"Do you know I think I will fuck you after all."I declared."Mary loosen my belt ammunition and lower my breeches if you please."

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

"Guide 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,"Mary muttered as she obediently guided my rigidifying member towards Hilary's pouting quim.

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

"No !"she said but he body said"Yes yes yes,"such was her want for dick and turncock juice.

I felt no resistance 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 gallop though at an unexpected clip of day, finishing with a fanfare or at to the lowest degree nine practiced spurts of honest low born peter juice in her aristocratic vagina.

"Blessed Virgin 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 have to use the roll 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 have this whore learn how to use her clenched fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to realism, her body may have swum with upheaval but now she faced realness, instead of love life she had been fucked as a passing 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 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 Mary an minute or so later. The tin bath was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater spreadhead across the floor towards the waste pipe. Hilary lay naked on the flagstone as she suckled The Virgin's massive mammilla and rhythmically pressed her clenched fist into Virgin Mary voluminous snatch. Virgin Mary only ever wore a mere smock and she too was most nude as her gaberdine 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 early to notice.

Brabbinger my stableboy coughed. He had been watching from the phantom."The Brigham Young lady's horse sir ?"he queried.

"She's no Lady, she's a base whore,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring Blessed Virgin,"Shall you take a poke ?"

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

mental image raced through my mind,"Quite so."I agreed,"feed and water the horse cavalry would you, no send word to my club, have a uniform sent and a puff, 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 women pleasuring each former especially unattractive ones, so after no more than seven bit, twelve at the out of doors, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the half hour with fille Middleton, one of Madame's dressers, a weasel faced flavourless chested beldame of around thirty five summers and XXX thousand men, a street bawd with spry finger an eye for beauty and a talent for fitting corsets, stockings shoes and ass plugs as well as the artists touch which with rouge and powder turns the dullest scullery maiden or productive Captain Cook into an object of desire.

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

"lupus erythematosus of your insolence, bend over I wish to be intimate 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 finger she advanced upon Hilary even as she continued to pleasure Mary and grasped her firmly, one pollex pressed firmly up Hilary's back passage and the finger 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 fingerbreadth and wiped them on a fabric,"twenty three inch waist, its like making a silk wedding dress out of a pigs ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorum cleaning lady !"I snapped.

"Well you ain't no valet are you ?"she challenged.

I gave up and walked off.

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

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

My Ostler was lurking in the shadows as always. Feasting his centre on Hilary's now ringed clitoris and shaved pubes now framed by stocking tapes and her band tit now upthrust by a tight contraband corset.

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

He strode up to the little girl and raised his duster revealing shortstop fat hairy legs and a foresighted fat hairy prong, I'll wager there was more hair's-breadth on his balls than on a Rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his agreement that she looked suitable butbhe obviously decided to be amiss me and to sample her spell instead.

He grasped her firmly and in a split second was Hilary pushed against the field of study 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 rings and the potions applied to her viscera by Thomas Middleton's quick fingers.

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

Now to be quite honest there is little as dis spiriting as finding one's servant has a prong unquestionably superior 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 minutes at the outside.

The way he kneaded her boob and crushed her lips with his lip was quite obscene, while the way she raked his binding with her nails was quite uncalled for and the grunts and protestations of love was such to make me nauseous.

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

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

I sat a while 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 mess plugged and everything."she replied.

"show me."I insisted.

"No !"Hilary snapped,"You don't own me."

"show the gentleman's gentleman,"Middleton insisted.

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

"outdoors her up I wish to sample her,"I ordered.

"Not now after I perfumed and plugged her and everything,"Thomas Middleton argued."You had every opportunity sir and if you desire you can fuck her to your center capacity this eve but for now I must deliver her to Madame before my exceptional man arrives."

"Special gentleman ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the Club later, after fending off Cooks'suggestion that her ass was as tight as anyone's cunt, something demonstrably untrue, and by dinner time I was gorging myself on salt pork barrel and onions washed down by some of the hunky-dory wines from the Antipodes.

Hilary was nowhere to be seen when I arrived. It seemed she had become something of a fame and every gentleman's gentleman 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 evilness 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 threesome, new tart needs breaking in don't cha know."


"What ho, yes rather, three way eh, top hole."he stammered out his common drawing string of bromide and sat down at my table. Milly molly or some such brought shimmy a platter of pork and he began to guzzle on it greedily.

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into Melissa, a bright red chunk gag now flilled her mouth, a crystalise sign of the zodiac of what we called a screamer. 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 initiate on his apple pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any stake but ordered."Capital, just straddle me bird and let me ease your quim while I eat my pud there's a dear."He unbuttoned his breeches and extracted his rather woebegone tired and uninterested putz 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 Amerindic serpent charmer's Hydra, a authentic Python. Spearing upwards towards her entrails. It seemed quite bizarre. Teddy about to sleep together his own daughter unknowingly.

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

Teddy laughed,"Bally game warden, spitting image of the sod, cuckolded d'ya see ?"He explained,"Never was me girl, should stimulate fucked her years ago."

I shook my read/write head, I had been bamboozled again."Going to climb on ?"shift asked,"Take 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 humour to ply so I retired to my bed somewhat thwarted and slept only fitfully.

The break of the day brought further tribulations.

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

cook relayed the information that she was downstairs. I looked at my watch."Ye gods its simply 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 make out without,"I answered,"I shall come in down straightway."

"better put thee britches on maiden,"she laughed.

"No, damn it, I shall follow as I am,"I insisted and down I went in my nightshirt to greet the woman.

"Miss 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 honest I wanted to see exactly what sort of a fool my don 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 mind ?"I asked.

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my forefather, prostitute my sister and deflower my fortune of making a unspoiled marriage."

"You certainly have a bluntness of lecture 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 conceive the Constable will think my fib when I scream and say how you tore my clothes and sought to ravish me."

"Really ?"I queried as she tried in vain to shoot her frock."Allow me."

I grasped the shoulders of her attire and it ripped right down the nominal head, I ripped aside the bindings of her heap freeing them,"Remind me, did I transport you or merely attempt to ?"

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

"twenty dollar bill shillings for your honour !"I offered.

"I meant union,"she said,"dearest god are you really this pillock ?"

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

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

"Your section 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 cockcrow, ah."I said awkwardly.

"He fucks me ass mostly,"Cook interjected.

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

"Hilary said it was tiny,"missy Latchmere observed,"But it looks grotesque !"

I sighed,"Shut your rattle and lay for me, then you can prove the magistrate your bust 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 ft and carried her upstairs.

How was I to know it was the most romantic gesture she had ever known ? The poor young woman'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 member."Make love to me !"she pleaded.

"This madam is merely a mere fuck,"I explained as I started to hump her,"Though I own a very consonant one."

"Oh that makes me sense so decent,"she said and she smiled.

"Really ?"I queried,"Usually women ask if I have finished yet, or make some sarcastic remark."

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

It was all too practically and suddenly a bang-up torrent of seed scene from my pubes and flooded her entirely.

I lay until I was spent and my member shrank and them rolled onto my back."Do your risky,"I said and drifted into a content sleep.
"Take it in your hand like thus,"I heard James Cook saying as mortal gripped my tool in their deal,"He ent much of a cocksman, one spirt wonder,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a suck will probably turn on him."

"What's up ?"I said.

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

"So you are trying seduction ?"I queried.

"In a word, yes."she agreed.

"You are an ageing weasel faced flat chested old maid, why should I take note of you ?"I asked.

She thought a moment"Because my firstborn boy tike shall inherit founding father's deed of conveyance, should you not like your son to be the Earl Latchmere, the 5th king Latchmere ?"

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a bit."My sister is a whore and she can pass on all style of whorish conjuration to keep you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"trade good point,"I agreed,"On your spinal column I wish to fuck you again."


To be continued.

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