The amphetamine Floof



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

Leather chairs and oak panels, the smell of tobacco heavy on the air, lecture of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the mesa as our stewardess 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 guarantee their appealingness were always displayed. Neatly corseted waists with their breasts upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight ignominious jackets with silver buttons cut to drop off under their pouting mammaries. The surface area below their waist entirely bare but for the tape holding their stockings. Their soft downy Pubes neatly trimmed or shaved.

Gold nipple and clit halo twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with seams arrow straight set off pale elegant thigh and calves while their painted toe nails peeped from elegant eminent heeled shoes. Neat petty rabbit tails attached to short chaw pressed firmly up their sloshed bottoms and all set off by jaunty fiddling hats with necklaces ringing and earrings dripping with gem. And all ready 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 upper floor of the club. oral fissure, back passage and womb alike uncommitted to any extremity's penis and all bar lip available to a phallus finger or tongue though of course shows of philia such as kissing upon the lip were not allowed

They worked in relays, obviously Milly Molly et al were not their real name, 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 straddle us and simply sink down upon our penis. Or wet-nurse a limp Snake to inflexibility, or contribute an ice inhuman beer or liqueuras our whim dictated..

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

But enough background detail, back to this most especial evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

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

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

The biz was poker, Club rules, Aces High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to dispense the cards. Her left thumb rested within the plication of her quim pleasuring herself as all the female child were instructed to do while idling. Her publicise breasts with fortunate rings 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.

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

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

"And ?"I enquired.

"I don't need a beshrew house,"Clearwater sighed,"Bit of a sodomite really."

"So lets us get this straight, you won shimmy's theater and don't want it ?"I queried.

"Absolutely, rotting pile,"he agreed.

"So give it back,"I suggested.

"Not that easy old chum, order rules."Simmonds pointed out,"penury exterior thespian to win it then shimmy can win it back do you see ?"

"You're a flaming tomfool slip,"I said, as looked at the broken shell of a man that fifty years of idleness imbibition and gaming had created."Deal me in."

Teddy, 4th Earl of Latchmere, master GlenAvon and various former titles was several social division above my lowly station yet many thousands of guineas poorer.

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

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two bob,"Clearwater said throwing Teddy's greenback for the sign on the table.

"I'll acclivity 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 get a line a lesson, what collateral shall you offer ?"

teddy bear looked aghast,"I have none."

"Three unmarried daughters,"Simmonds laughed.

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

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

"Well sir I am a bastard by nativity, 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 be intimate a smile into her !"Simmonds laughed.

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

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

"Well I shall grant 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 bear needs a lesson,"I insisted,"I'll commutation my house for the daughter whom I shall sell to madame as a whore."

"Done !"grinned shimmy,"Never has a man made such a pitiful buy !"

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 a lot as a dancing let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the fountain of Lesbos, and I truly believe far from paying for her charms you would have to pay any self respecting bloke to fuck her,"

"I just wanted to teach the old patsy a deterrent example, '' I explained,"If this so predict little girl is indeed XIX summers gone then I'll just let the matter quietly bead, have a few whiskey and forget it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the redoubtable fille Hilary.

She came to my house at midday, I was still in my pyjama working at my desk.

Mary my maid came to look for 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.

"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 working girl as one could reasonably get in a female. I would swear she was sassy from forking the dung from the horse cavalry sales booth. Her hair was a mess where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a smutty brownness coating and skin tight riding britches. Her face screwed with ire and hatred.

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

"What !"she snapped.

"A whore to be useable to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our agreement. Though desirous gentlemen may be barely as your countenance would scare a whole kin of Zulus let alone a shy cultured gentleman."

"Ha, so no more of this folderal,"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 contiguous motivation of a auditory sensation pronging."

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

"madam a yard Numida meleagris would not induce me to prong you,"I said flippantly.

"Good, we are agreed,"she agreed.

"So I shall have to pay some guttersnipe or urchin to do the deed in my stead, Sir Thomas More expense,"I said shaking my caput in resignation.

She went to strike me. I caught her wrist an inch no more from her raking my grimace with her farseeing filthy fingerbreadth nails.

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

"You madam need taming,"I insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her finger's breadth trembled, with fear or anger I knew or cared not. The buttons parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her mounds were much constricted. It caught my aid. My member stirred again.

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

"No !"she said wide-cut eyed but I knew in that jiffy that she was ripe for the pickings. Her nipple stiffened and extended.

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

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

"vacillation as free as the wench. And their snatch, unfold at all times or plugged with thumb or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whisper."Available to all."

"Do not wanton away with me !"she said.

The Virgin my maidservant looked on disapprovingly, she was no looker, well past child aim age but she had a pleasant plenty ass to fuck when zilch else was offered.

"Shears Blessed Virgin, let us scrape the rabbit."Mary obediently fetched the large scissor hold or humble shears from the drawer in the side table.

I made an dent 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 private parts and down the other. Then a single curving cut upwards towards the waist and back down revealing her underwear as the flap of fabric fell away.
Three more tinsnips from the razor sharp steel and the underthings came away and revealed a great deal of hairy moist Robert Curl and beneath a hairy moistened pussy. My extremity showed a trenchant interest and he uncurled uncomfortably within the coarctation of me breeches.

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

Mary reluctantly lowered my rear of barrel and underthings allowing my penis to stiffen and roll out as I pushed Hilary against the table.

"usher my penis 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 stiffening 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 motive for cock and pecker juice.

I felt no resistance from her maidenhead, but there were run of red afterward so I presume she had been Virgin intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly intermediate extend though at an unexpected time of day, finishing with a flourish or at least nine good spurts of honest low Born dick juice in her aristocratic vagina.

"Mary for idol sake bathe this urchin before we take her to Madame."I ordered as I withdrew.

"What about my fate ?"she protested.

"I am afraid you will have to use the pealing 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 cause this prostitute learn how to use her fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to reality, her trunk may birth swum with fervor but now she faced reality, instead of love she had been fucked as a passport time. I had no more desire for her to send away 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 hour or so later. The tin bath was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater spread across the floor towards the drain. Hilary lay naked on the flagstone as she suckled Mary's monolithic teats and rhythmically pressed her clenched fist into Mary voluminous pussy. Mary only ever wore a simple-minded dust coat and she too was nigh naked as her duster was largely around her neck.

"I shall burn off 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 shadower."The untested lady's sawbuck sir ?"he queried.

"She's no Lady, she's a base whore,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring The Virgin,"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 raced through my psyche,"Quite so."I agreed,"provender and water the horse would you, no send word to my club, have a consistent sent and a comforter, take the whore's horse."I laughed at my own lapse into poetry,"whore's horse"indeed.

There is only a finite clip one can determine charwoman pleasuring each other especially unattractive ones, so after no more than seven minutes, twelve at the outdoor, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the one-half hour with Miss Thomas Middleton, one of Madame's toilet table, a weasel faced flat chested crone of around thirty five summers and thirty thousand men, a street cyprian with nimble finger an eye for beauty and a talent for fitting girdle, stockings place and buttocks plugs as well as the artists touch which with paint and pulverization turns the dullest scullery housemaid or fat cook into an physical 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.

"LE of your crust, bend over I wish to get it on 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 leaf 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 fingerbreadth and wiped them on a cloth,"twenty three inch waist, its like making a silk wedding dress out of a pig ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorum woman !"I snapped.

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

I gave up and walked off.

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

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

My Ostler was lurking in the shadower as always. Feasting his heart on Hilary's now ringed clitoris and shaved pubes now framed by stocking mag tape and her ringed teat now upthrust by a tight black corset.

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

He strode up to the girl and raised his gaberdine revealing short fat hairy pegleg and a recollective fat hairy prong, I'll wager there was more than hair on his balls than on a Rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his agreement that she looked desirable butbhe obviously decided to misunderstand me and to taste her good luck charm instead.

He grasped her firmly and in a trice was Hilary pushed against the study table and he sank his prong within her easygoing 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 innards by Middleton's nimble fingers.

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

Now to be quite fair there is little as dis spiriting as finding one's servant has a prong unquestionably superior to one's own both in duration and girth and energy, and I turned on my bounder and strode away after no Sir Thomas More than ten mo at the outside.

The way he kneaded her knocker 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 lovemaking was such to make me nauseous.

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

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

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

"Finished already ?"I asked Middleton.

"Yes sir, Got her pickle plugged and everything."she replied.

"Show me."I insisted.

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

"appearance the gentleman,"Middleton insisted.

Hilary reluctantly raised the cloak showing a stout leather strap secured around her genitalia which clearly held quim and anal fireplug 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 jazz her to your hearts content this eve but for now I must deliver her to Madame before my limited gentleman arrives."

"Special gentleman ?"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 Club later, after fending off Captain James Cook'mesmerism that her ass was as sozzled as anyone's pussy, something demonstrably out of true, and by dinner fourth dimension I was gorging myself on salt pork and onions washed down by some of the o.k. wines 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 plan on poking her quim.

I decided they could get on with it and settled down to eat my fill.

However seeing God Almighty Glenavon, Hilary's father come rather the worse for drink gave me an evil notion which I proceeded to put in train.

"Teddy won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"Need a tertiary for a 3, 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 banality and sat down at my table. Milly Molly or some such brought teddy a platter of pork and he began to guzzle on it greedily.

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into Melissa, a bright red musket ball gag now flilled her mouth, a clear sign 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 bulge on his orchard apple tree pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

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

It reared like an Indian snake charmer's snake, a veritable Python. Spearing upward towards her innards. It seemed quite bizarre. Teddy about to have sex his own daughter unknowingly.

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

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

I shook my head, I had been bamboozled again."Going to climb on ?"slip asked,"issue the storekeeper'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 beginner's rooster and I left them to their joyous union.

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

Captain James Cook hounded me once more seeking a pronging which I was not in any mood to put up so I retired to my bed somewhat bedevil and slept only fitfully.

The cockcrow brought further tribulations.

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

Cook relayed the info that she was downstairs. I looked at my vigil."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 do without,"I answered,"I shall get 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 winkle I presume ?"she replied as she saw I wore only my nightshirt and nighttime 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 fall guy my Padre 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 former determination in judgement ?"I asked.

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my father, prostitute my baby and destroy my chances of making a good 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.

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

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

"Really ?"I queried as she tried in vain to deplumate her apparel."Allow me."

I grasped the shoulder joint of her attire and it ripped right down the front, I ripped aside the back of her cumulation freeing them,"Remind me, did I enthrall you or merely endeavor to ?"

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

"twenty shillings for your pureness !"I offered.

"I meant marriage,"she said,"lamb god are you really this stupid ?"

"pudden-head yes do-or-die no,"I confirmed,"Though your tit are most alluring and are roused if I am not mistaken."

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

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

"No more than yours,"she quipped.

I looked down. My member was pressing my nightshirt out like a collapsible shelter pole.

"I have not had my break of day, ah."I said awkwardly.

"He fucks me ass mostly,"Cook interjected.

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

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

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

"Very well, where is the bedchamber ?"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 aggravation and I swept her off her infantry and carried her upstairs.

How was I to live it was the most amatory gesture she had ever known ? The poor girl's quim was soaking with anticipation 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 erotic love to me !"she pleaded.

"This madam is merely a dim-witted fuck,"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 charwoman ask if I have finished yet, or make some sarcastic remark."

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

It was all too lots and suddenly a corking torrent of seed shot 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 contented sleep.
"assume it in your hand like thus,"I heard Cook saying as someone gripped my rooster in their script,"He ent much of a cocksman, one spurt wonder,"cook opined,"Still a bit of a suck will probably commove him."

"What's up ?"I said.

"Damned constable thinks I'm my baby and that I'm a cocotte,"young woman Latchmere explained.

"So you are trying conquest ?"I queried.

"In a word, yes."she agreed.

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

She thought a present moment"Because my eldest boy child shall inherit 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 babe is a whore and she can pass along on all way of whorish tricks to keep you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"Good tip,"I agreed,"On your vertebral column I wish to fuck you again."


To be continued.

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