The Upper Floof



I was minding my own business in my golf-club, on the upper floor you understand, the one reserved for gentlemen. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the evening newsprint. Whiling away the clip until supper, It was the year the Titanic sank, 1912.

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

Milly, molly, Moira, genus Melissa, Mary, their names all started with an M. They looked quite overmodest despite uniforms cut to ensure their charms were always displayed. Neatly corseted waists with their boob upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight black jackets with ash gray button cut to slip under their pouting mammaries. The region below their waists entirely bare but for the mag tape holding their stockings. Their balmy downy Pubes neatly trimmed or shaved.

Au Nipple and clit annulus twinkled in the firelight. fish net stocking with seams arrow straight set off pale elegant thigh and sura while their painted toe nails peeped from elegant eminent heeled shoes. Neat little cony full dress attached to little plugs pressed firmly up their tight merchant ship and all set off by jaunty lilliputian hats with necklaces rings and earrings dripping with jewels. And all set to perform each and any servicing we may require.

The jetsam and jetsom of the gutters attired like princesses.

Their inspection and repair were provided all inclusive to the rank of the upper berth story of the club. Mouth, back passage and womb alike available to any member's fellow member and all bar lip available to a phallus finger or spit though of course display of affection such as kissing upon the sass were not allowed

They worked in relays, obviously Milly mollie et al were not their actual names, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A crooked digit, a gesture and they would saunter across and if indicated would range us and simply fall off down upon our members. Or suckle a limp snake to rigidity, or bring an ice frigid beer or liqueuras our notion dictated..

Sometimes they got it wrongfulness, one elderly gentleman admitting,"Ye god I only wanted a whiskey,"as Malia extracted his member from his fly and began to suck.

But enough ground particular, back to this most finical evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"want another damned sap to play cards,"he said drunkenly.

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

The game was poker game, Club rules, Aces High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to deal the cards. Her left thumb rested within the folds of her quim pleasuring herself as all the missy were instructed to do while idling. Her banish knocker with gold rings swung alluringly to and fro as she rocked gently to her own cycle as she quietly drifted into a world of her own as she frigged herself towards orgasm.

"Teddy's in a spot of fuss,"Simmonds gloated.

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

"And ?"I enquired.

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

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

"Absolutely, rotting chain reactor,"he agreed.

"So give it back,"I suggested.

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

"You're a damn fool Teddy,"I said, as looked at the broken shell of a man that fifty dollar bill geezerhood of idling drinking and gambling had created."Deal me in."

chemise, 4th Earl of Latchmere, Maker GlenAvon and various early claim was several mixer classes above my lowly place yet many thousands of ginzo poorer.

I may have been brought up as the local parson's son but t'was well known I was the Almighty of the manor's mother fucker and had his craftiness and business acumen. As well as a talent for cards.

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two shillings,"Clearwater said throwing chemise's note for the house on the table.

"I'll raise 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 example, what collateral shall you offer ?"

Teddy looked aghast,"I have none."

"Three unmarried girl,"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 prick by birth, though hardly an oaf,"I suggested,"Which child shall you offer ?"

"Oh very well Hilary my youngest."he agreed reluctantly and somewhat drunkenly.

"The one maudlin who never smiles,"Clearwater enquired.

"Maybe old Oldbury here will fuck a smile into her !"Simmonds laughed.

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

"round my daughter into a whore. Never !"Teddy protested.

"fountainhead I shall grant ten mean solar day to abandon the house."I offered.

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

"No Teddy needs a lesson,"I insisted,"I'll substitution my house for the daughter whom I shall deal to madame as a whore."

"Done !"grinned teddy bear,"Never has a man made such a piteous bargain !"

I went back to my hot seat a job well done and a example learned.

Clearwater sought me out,"chemise 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 spring of Lesvos, and I truly believe far from paying for her appealingness you would hold to pay any ego respecting gent to fuck her,"

"I just wanted to teach the old fool a example, '' I explained,"If this so address female child is indeed xix summers gone then I'll just let the matter quietly dip, have a few Whiskeys and forget it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the unnerving Miss Hilary.

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

Mary my maid 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 salvo upon us.

"begetter 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 depone she was fresh from forking the dung from the horse stalls. Her haircloth was a mess where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a filthy brown coat and shinny tight riding britches. Her look screwed with wrath and hatred.

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

"What !"she snapped.

"A whore to be available to any man who desires her,"I insisted."That was our arrangement. Though desirous man may be scarce as your physiognomy would scare a whole clan of Zulus let alone a shy cultured gentleman."

"Ha, so no Sir Thomas More of this nonsense,"she snorted,"I submit to no man."

"Submit to none indeed,"I surmised,"I would suggest that on the contrary you are in urgent, nay immediate motive of a sound pronging."

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

"Madam a grand guinea fowl would not bring on 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 human action in my position, more disbursal,"I said shaking my head in resignation.

She went to light upon me. I caught her wrist an inch no more from her raking my fount with her retentive filthy finger nails.

She stank of gymnastic horse, a strangely earthy smell which raised enquiry in my loins.

"You madam ask taming,"I insisted.

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

I thought a instant before I replied."Disrobe this exigent or evidence your father to vacate my house forthwith."

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

"Submit or the concord 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 back of a chairwoman for her as she tentatively undid one of the buttons on her bodice, than a second.

Her fingers trembled, with fright or wrath I knew or cared not. The buttons parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her mounds were much constricted. It caught my attention. My penis stirred again.

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

"No !"she said all-embracing eyed but I knew in that trice that she was ripe for the taking. Her mamilla stiffened and extended.

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

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

"Swinging as liberate as the birds. And their bitch, surface at all fourth dimension or plugged with ovolo or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whisper."Available to all."

"Do not trifle with me !"she said.

Virgin Mary my maidservant looked on disapprovingly, she was no stunner, well past child mien age but she had a pleasant decent ass to fuck when zero else was offered.

"Shears Mary, let us peel the rabbit."Blessed Virgin obediently fetched the boastfully scissors or pocket-size shears from the drawer in the English table.

I made an section into the leg covering 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 crotch and down the other. Then a bingle curving cut upwards towards the waist and back down revealing her underwear as the pother of fabric fell away.
Three Thomas More clipping from the razor sharp blades and the underthings came away and revealed a volume of haired moist coil and beneath a hairy moistened pussy. My member showed a discrete pastime and he uncurled uncomfortably within the constriction of me breeches.

"Do you know I think I will fuck you after all."I declared."Mary loosen my smash and lowly my breeches if you please."

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

"templet my appendage in Mary if you please."I requested.

"It ent bazaar, 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 appendage gently parted Hilary's pouting cunt lips.

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

I felt no resistor from her maidenhead, but there were stripe of red afterward so I presume she had been Virgo the Virgin intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly average extend though at an unexpected time of day, finishing with a wave or at least nine good spurts of fair low Born cock succus in her aristocratic vagina.

"Madonna 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 give 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 let this fancy woman learn how to use her fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to reality, her consistence may feature swum with excitement but now she faced world, instead of love she had been fucked as a crack time. I had no more desire for her to expend my offspring than I had to dance the Viennese waltz stark naked at the gate to Buckingham Palace while they changed the sentry duty. 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 bedcover across the floor towards the drain. Hilary lay naked on the flag as she suckled Blessed Virgin's massive teats and rhythmically pressed her fist into Madonna voluminous cunt. Mary only ever wore a simpleton gabardine and she too was go up nude as her smock was largely around her neck.

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

Brabbinger my Ostler coughed. He had been watching from the tail."The untried Lady's horse sir ?"he queried.

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

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

"Well I just poked her,"I said,"noble knows why."

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

Images raced through my judgement,"Quite so."I agreed,"provender and piss the horse would you, no send news to my club, have a unvarying sent and a teething ring, take the prostitute's horse."I laughed at my own lapse into poetry,"whore's horse"indeed.

There is only a finite time one can check women pleasuring each early especially untempting ace, so after no to a greater extent than seven proceedings, 12 at the outside, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the one-half hour with Miss Middleton, one of Madame's actor's assistant, a weasel faced flat chested beldam of around thirty five summertime and thirty thousand men, a street whore with nimble finger an eye for mantrap and a talent for fitting corset, stockings shoe and nates jade as well as the artists touch which with rouge and powder turns the dullest scullery maid or fertile cook into an objective of desire.

"Oh my master, 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 insolence, bend over I wish to fuck you,"I averred.

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

She set down her bag and took out a tub of butter. Greasing her digit and thumb she advanced upon Hilary even as she continued to pleasure Mary and grasped her firmly, one ovolo pressed firmly up Hilary's back passage and the finger's breadth 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 fingerbreadth and wiped them on a fabric,"Twenty three column inch shank, its like making a silk wedding wearing apparel out of a pigs ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorousness fair sex !"I snapped.

"fountainhead 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 intimately,"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 clitoris and shaved pubes now framed by stocking tapes and her surround teats now upthrust by a fuddled Black person corset.

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

He strode up to the girl and raised his smock revealing short-circuit fat hairy ramification and a long fat hairy prong, I'll stake 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 misunderstand me and to sample her appealingness instead.

He grasped her firmly and in a trice was Hilary pushed against the subject field table 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 lusus naturae forcibly into her uterus.

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

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

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

The way he kneaded her breasts and crushed her brim with his lip was quite salacious, while the way she raked his spine with her nails was quite uncalled for and the grunts and protestations of love life was such to wee me nauseous.

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

"Well done !"Thomas Middleton shouted,"Bravo, who knows we may establish Madame proud of you yet !"

I sat a patch and returned to regain Hilary attired in a cloak. which hid her section. I saw she walked awkwardly.

"Finished already ?"I asked Middleton.

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

"Show me."I insisted.

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

"Show the gentleman,"Thomas Middleton insisted.

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

"Open her up I wish to try out 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 lie with her to your hearts capacity this eve but for now I must drive home her to Madame before my special gentleman arrives."

"Special gentleman ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the golf club later, after fending off Captain Cook'prompting that her ass was as tight as anyone's cunt, something demonstrably untrue, and by dinner time I was gorging myself on salt pork and onions washed down by some of the o.k. 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 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 arrive rather the worse for drink gave me an wickedness 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 trey, new whore indigence breaking in don't cha know."


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

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into Melissa, a bright red bollock gag now flilled her mouth, a top preindication of what we called a bawler. A whore who could not prevent herself vocalising her enjoyment.

I sought out Madame. I swiftly arranged to use Hilary/Melissa as soon as she became available.

Teddy was about to start on his apple pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any pastime 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 breeches and extracted his rather woebegone tired and uninterested dick 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 Indian snake charmer's snake, a veritable Python. Spearing upwards towards her viscera. It seemed quite flaky. Teddy about to fuck his own daughter unknowingly.

He reached down and aimed his stopcock between the lips of her quim. She raised herself then sank down with a contented sigh and a tenuous drool from her ballock gag. Then she began to screw greedily.

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

I shook my head, I had been bamboozled again."Going to climb on ?"teddy asked,"payoff 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 Fatherhood's cock and I left them to their joyous union.

I cursed, far from teaching slip a example I had learned one myself. I rued my disconcertion and made my way homeward.

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

The morning brought further tribulations.

Hilary's honest-to-goodness sister. A weasel faced, wasp waisted spinner completely devoid of distaff 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 watch."Ye gods its only when ten of the clock !"I protested.

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

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

"wagerer 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 winkle I presume ?"she replied as she saw I wore only my nightshirt and night hat.

"And what brings you here ?"I asked.

"My horse cavalry,"she replied sarcastically,"But to be reliable I wanted to see exactly what kind of a fool my Padre has been conniving with."

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

"Oh yes,"she replied,"You surpass my whip expectation by some considerable margin."

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

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my Father, prostitute my sister and bankrupt my luck of making a good marriage."

"You certainly have a dullness of voice communication 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 believe the police constable will believe my tale 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 down her dress."Allow me."

I grasped the shoulders of her apparel and it ripped right down the front, I ripped aside the cover of her hummock freeing them,"Remind me, did I dishonour you or merely attempt to ?"

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

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

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

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

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

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

"No to a greater extent than yours,"she quipped.

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

"I have not had my dayspring, ah."I said awkwardly.

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

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

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

I sighed,"Shut your rattle and lay for me, then you can show the magistrate your mangled 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 exasperation and I swept her off her feet and carried her upstairs.

How was I to know it was the most romanticist gesture she had ever known ? The wretched girl's quim was soaking with prediction and in a moment as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

Her tight virgin cunt gripped my fellow member."make passion to me !"she pleaded.

"This madam is merely a simple fuck,"I explained as I started to make out her,"Though I own a very agreeable one."

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

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

"No, its really overnice, oh my god, its really nice."she said as the wall of her Virgin cunt instinctively began to milk my cock.

It was all too very much and suddenly a great flood of seed pellet from my lumbus and flooded her entirely.

I lay until I was spent and my appendage shrank and them rolled onto my binding."Do your worst,"I said and drifted into a contented sleep.
"direct it in your hand like thus,"I heard Cook saying as someone gripped my cock in their manus,"He ent much of a cocksman, one spurt wonder,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a suck will probably rouse him."

"What's up ?"I said.

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

"So you are trying conquest ?"I queried.

"In a Book, yes."she agreed.

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

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

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a moment."My babe is a whore and she can pass on all manner of whorish deception to keep you satisfied in the bed chamber."

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


To be continued.

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