The Upper Floof



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

Leather chairs and oak dialog box, the olfactory modality of tobacco heavy on the air, talk of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the board as our hostesses catered to our every need.

Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, Mary, their figure 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 contraband crown with silver push cut to dislocate under their pouting mammaries. The area below their waistline entirely bare but for the tapes holding their stockings. Their easygoing downy Pubes neatly trimmed or shaved.

Gold teat and Clitoris rings twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with furrow arrow straight set off pale elegant thigh and sura while their painted toe nails peeped from refined high heeled shoes. Neat lilliputian rabbits fundament attached to little plugs pressed firmly up their plastered bottoms and all set off by jaunty niggling hat with necklaces mob and earrings dripping with jewels. And all make to perform each and any Robert William 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 story of the club. Mouth, back passage and womb alike usable to any phallus's member and all bar lip available to a extremity finger or tongue though of course shows of warmness such as kissing upon the mouth were not allowed

They worked in relay race, 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 crook digit, a gesture and they would saunter across and if indicated would straddle us and simply go under down upon our members. Or suck a hobble snake to rigidity, or bring an ice cold beer or liqueuras our whim dictated..

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

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


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

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

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

The game was fire hook, clubhouse rules, Aces High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to deal the add-in. Her left thumb rested within the folding of her quim pleasuring herself as all the female child were instructed to do while idling. Her bareheaded tit with golden 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.

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

"Bet his damned sign of the zodiac and lost !"Howard Carter laughed.

"And ?"I enquired.

"I don't need a damned firm,"Clearwater sighed,"Bit of a sodomist really."

"So lets us get this straightaway, you won shift's star sign and don't want it ?"I queried.

"Absolutely, rotting pile,"he agreed.

"So give it back,"I suggested.

"Not that well-fixed old chum, society rules."Simmonds pointed out,"Needs outside actor to win it then Teddy can win it back do you see ?"

"You're a all-fired patsy shift,"I said, as looked at the broken carapace of a man that fifty years of faineance drink and play had created."Deal me in."

teddy bear, 4th Earl of Latchmere, Lord GlenAvon and diverse other title of respect was several societal classes above my lowly post yet many thousands of dago poorer.

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

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two Ugandan shilling,"Clearwater said throwing shift's note for the house on the table.

"I'll wage hike 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 larn a lesson, what collateral shall you offer ?"

Teddy looked aghast,"I have none."

"tercet unmarried girl,"Simmonds laughed.

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

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

"well sir I am a bastard by giving birth, though hardly an oaf,"I suggested,"Which child shall you put up ?"

"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 grinning into her !"Simmonds laughed.

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

"turning my daughter into a whore. Never !"shimmy protested.

"Well I shall allow ten years to vacate the house."I offered.

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

"No teddy bear needs a moral,"I insisted,"I'll rally my house for the daughter whom I shall sell to madame as a whore."

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

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 great deal as a dance let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the spring of Mytilene, and I truly believe far from paying for her magical spell you would have to pay any self respecting fella to fuck her,"

"I just wanted to learn the old fool a lesson, '' I explained,"If this so called young woman is indeed nineteen summer gone then I'll just let the matter quietly drop, have a few whiskey and forget it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the redoubtable Miss Hilary.

She came to my theater at midday, I was still in my pj's working at my desk.

Mary my maiden came to seek 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 outburst 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 prostitute as one could reasonably get in a female. I would blaspheme she was freshly from forking the muck from the horse stable. Her hair was a mess where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a lousy brownness coat and skin tight riding britches. Her boldness 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 whore to be uncommitted to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our agreement. Though desirous gentlemen may be scarce as your countenance would scare a whole kinship group of Zulus let alone a shy cultivated 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 perverse you are in urgent, nay immediate need of a auditory sensation pronging."

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

"Madam a grand wop would not induce me to prong you,"I said flippantly.

"Good, we are agreed,"she agreed.

"So I shall possess to pay some guttersnipe or urchin to do the deed in my stead, more disbursement,"I said shaking my heading in resignation.

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

She stank of Equus caballus, a strangely earthy olfactory modality which raised enquiry in my loins.

"You madam motive taming,"I insisted.

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

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

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

"Submit or the correspondence is nullify !"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 binding of a chairman for her as she tentatively undid one of the buttons 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 mounds were much constricted. It caught my attention. My extremity stirred again.

"Quite delightful allow me,"I said softly as I helped to dislodge her pitcher and cupped them in my men,"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 teats stiffened and extended.

"whore's pitcher's mound are ever freed, shall you like that ?"I asked.

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

"vacillation as gratis as the birds. And their cunts, open at all times or plugged with thumb or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing rustle."usable to all."

"Do not trifle with me !"she said.

The Virgin my maid looked on disapprovingly, she was no stunner, well past tiddler heading age but she had a pleasant sufficiency ass to know when cipher else was offered.

"shears Madonna, let us pare the rabbit."Mary obediently fetched the enceinte scissor hold or small-scale shears from the drawer in the side of meat table.

I made an incision into the leggings one-half way up Hilary's second joint and started to cut away the coverings. She near froze in fear. A undivided cut up one leg round the crotch and down the early. Then a undivided curving cut upwards towards the shank and back down revealing her underwear as the tizzy of fabric fell away.
Three to a greater extent snips from the razor shrewd sword and the underthings came away and revealed a sight of hairy moist scroll and beneath a hairy moistened twat. My fellow member showed a distinct interest group and he uncurled uncomfortably within the constriction of me breeches.

"Do you know I think I will get it on you after all."I declared."The Virgin loosen my whang and lower my breeches if you please."

Mary reluctantly lowered my breeches and underthings allowing my member to stiffen and roll out as I pushed Hilary against the table.

"Guide my member in Madonna 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 fellow 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 need for cock and hammer juice.

I felt no opposition from her maidenhead, but there were streaks of red afterward so I presume she had been virgo intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly average extend though at an unexpected fourth dimension of day, finishing with a flourish or at least nine good spurts of honest low Max Born prick juice in her aristocratic vagina.

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

"What about my dower ?"she protested.

"I am afraid you will have to use the rolling pin,"I suggested,"But this sentence wash it before rolling out the pastry."

She blushed deep red,"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 physical structure may stimulate swum with excitement but now she faced reality, instead of love she had been fucked as a head meter. I had no more desire for her to set down my offspring than I had to trip the light fantastic toe the Viennese waltz stark naked at the gate to Buckingham Palace while they changed the precaution. I had used her no more. And she had used me.

"Go, get washed,"I said,"I have work to do."

I found Hilary and Virgin Mary an time of day or so later. The tin tub was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater spread across the floor towards the drain. Hilary lay naked on the flag as she suckled Virgin Mary's massive pap and rhythmically pressed her clenched fist into Mary twisting cunt. Mary only ever wore a simple smock and she too was near bare as her smock was largely around her neck.

"I shall sting these tatter,"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 phantom."The offspring lady's horse sir ?"he queried.

"She's no madam, she's a base whore,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring 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,"overlord knows why."

"guile they has sir, spool you in like,"he says,"Me I likes horses."

Images raced through my psyche,"Quite so."I agreed,"provender and pee the horse cavalry would you, no send word to my night club, have a uniform sent and a comforter, take the whore's horse."I laughed at my own lapse into poetry,"whore's Equus caballus"indeed.

There is only a finite time one can watch women pleasuring each other especially unattractive ones, so after no more than than seven minutes, 12 at the outside, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the half hour with young woman Middleton, one of Madame's chest of drawers, a weasel faced categoric chested crone of around XXX five summertime and thirty thousand men, a street whore with nimble digit an eye for knockout and a talent for fitting corset, stockings shoes and bottom hype as well as the artists touch which with rouge and powder turns the boring scullery maid or productive James Cook into an object of desire.

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

"lupus erythematosus of your insolence, bend over I wish to fuck you,"I averred.

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

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

"Have some decorum woman !"I snapped.

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

I gave up and walked off.

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

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

My groom was lurking in the trace as always. Feasting his eyes on Hilary's now ringed button and shaved pubic region now framed by stocking tapes and her echo teat now upthrust by a tight Black person corset.

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

He strode up to the female child and raised his smock revealing forgetful fat hairy legs and a foresighted fat hairy prong, I'll wager there was Thomas More pilus on his egg than on a Rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his agreement that she looked desirable butbhe obviously decided to misunderstand me and to sample her charms instead.

He grasped her firmly and in a trice was Hilary pushed against the study board and he sank his prong within her soft moist quim. His haired ass bobbled up and down and in and out as he thrust his monster forcibly into her womb.

She barely protested. Her portion 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 fair 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 Sir Thomas More than ten minutes at the outside.

The way he kneaded her chest and crushed her lips with his sass was quite lewd, while the way she raked his back with her nails was quite uncalled for and the grunts and protestations of beloved was such to form 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 prepare Madame proud of you yet !"

I sat a spell and returned to find 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.

"display 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 crotch which clearly held quim and anal hack in place.

"Open her up I wish to sample 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 philia content this eve but for now I must give up her to Madame before my special gentleman arrives."

"Special gentleman's gentleman ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the clubhouse later, after fending off Cooks'suggestions that her ass was as close as anyone's cunt, something demonstrably untrue, and by dinner clock time I was gorging myself on Strategic Arms Limitation Talks pork barrel and onions washed down by some of the all right 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 man seemingly had plan on poking her quim.

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

However seeing Divine Glenavon, Hilary's father arrive rather the worse for beverage gave me an malign impression which I proceeded to put in train.

"chemise won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"demand a tertiary for a three, new whore pauperization breaking in don't cha know."


"What ho, yes rather, three way eh, top hole."he stammered out his usual twine of cliche and sat down at my table. Milly Molly or some such brought slip a platter of pork and he began to guzzle on it greedily.

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into genus Melissa, a bright red ball gag now flilled her backtalk, 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.

slip was about to start on his Malus pumila pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

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

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

It reared like an Amerindian language Snake charmer's snake, a bona fide python. Spearing upwards towards her entrails. It seemed quite flakey. Teddy about to fuck 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 suspiration and a slender 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 have fucked her yr ago."

I shook my head, I had been bamboozled again."Going to climb on ?"teddy 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 humor to provide so I retired to my bed somewhat frustrated and slept only fitfully.

The first light brought further tribulations.

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

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

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

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

"Better put thee britches on low,"she laughed.

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

"misfire 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 knight,"she replied sarcastically,"But to be honest I wanted to see exactly what sort of a fool my founder has been conniving with."

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

"Oh yes,"she replied,"You surpass my pip expectations by some considerable margin."

"wealthy person you merely come to insult me or had you some other use in mind ?"I asked.

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

"You certainly have a dullness of speech 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 constable will conceive my tarradiddle 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 shoulder joint of her dress and it ripped right down the figurehead, I ripped aside the bindings of her pile freeing them,"Remind me, did I ravish you or merely endeavour to ?"

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

"XX British shilling for your honour !"I offered.

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

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

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

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

"No Sir Thomas More than yours,"she quipped.

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

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

"He fucks me ass mostly,"Cook interjected.

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

"Hilary said it was flyspeck,"miss Latchmere observed,"But it looks monstrous !"

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

"Very well, where is the sleeping room ?"she asked.

"Here on the floor !"I insisted.

"No, bed me, if you want me bed me properly !"she insisted.

"Oh very well,"I sighed in exasperation and I swept her off her feet and carried her upstairs.

How was I to know it was the most romantic gesture she had ever known ? The poor daughter's quim was soaking with anticipation and in a bit as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

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

"This brothel keeper is merely a simple roll in the hay,"I explained as I started to hump her,"Though I own a very agreeable one."

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

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

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

It was all too much and suddenly a great inundation of seeded player pellet from my lumbus and flooded her entirely.

I lay until I was spent and my fellow member shrank and them rolled onto my back."Do your forged,"I said and drifted into a contented sleep.
"direct it in your deal like thus,"I heard cook saying as someone gripped my hammer in their hired man,"He ent much of a cocksman, one spurt wonder,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a suction will probably force out him."

"What's up ?"I said.

"Damned Constable thinks I'm my sister and that I'm a lady of pleasure,"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 eldest boy youngster 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 prostitute and she can pass on all mode of whorish trick to keep you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"trade good point,"I agreed,"On your back I wish to have sex you again."


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