Em It is 1823. In Lancashire England.

"Look I would rather die than marry Archie Cuthbole,"full cousin Emily said forcibly after dinner one evening.

"Em, you have no fortune, you have little selection,"I explained in my"big blood brother"purpose,"He is a worthy suitor."

"He is decrepit and disgusting, I should rather be a street walking whore than marry him !"she snapped.

"For idol sake public lecture sense girl,"father insisted,"You're my Mrs. Humphrey Ward now John has disappeared with that tart and your mother has returned to Northumbria, and if I say you'll marry Archie then marry him you shall !"

She sulked. Not even a suggestion of a game of chess cheered her.

"I'm eighteen, why should I throw my life-time away ?"she asked as I tried to comfort her.

"Because you are not yet twenty one years of age or married,"I explained,"Therefore you must do as Father-God says, you are too immature to know your own mind."

"I do so, I want to be a concubine dressed in silks and satin for all men to gaze at and labor them wild."she suggested.

"You have no idea,"I snapped,"courtesan and streetwalkers have an fearsome metre, abused from dusk till break of day. Serving dame dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the bloom of young they walk the streets and fornicate down back alleys. They leave their offspring at the church Gates and finally they end up dead or in the workhouse."

"Yet they stay, they don't run away do they ?"she challenged,"fountainhead do they ?"

"They have nowhere else to go,"I explained.

"And how do you get laid so much ?"she demanded.



"I have been to Madame L'Oiseaux's governance in Salford on occasions."I admitted.

"Really !"she gasped delightedly,"Shall you take me ?"

"Rather like taking one's own ale to an ale house,"I laughed.

"No, really, I should like to see, to see, if I liked it."she said, her oculus bright with excitement.

"Oh, very well. I shall accept a word,"I agreed.

Now to be honest I had no aim of so doing but Em kept nagging me and finally threatened to go on her own. I relented.

I went to see Mme L'Oiseaux at her organisation. I had been as a customer some time previously when unbeknown to me my chums had arranged a special delicacy for my eighteenth birthday. An saint had attended me and I had become a man.

It was with considerable trepidation that I approached Madame.

She listened with ill concealed hilarity,"A virgin, she wishes to link my governance !"

"She wishes to see for herself,"I explained.

"She is a Lady ? yes ?"she asked,"Not a handmaid, an educated young noblewoman ?"

"Yes, educated yes, sensible no."I assured her,"One visual sense of your clientele and she will run a mile !"

"Indeed Monsieur, they are not, how do you say, comely,"she sighed,"I have to dream that they look like Greek gods as they paw me and use me,"she looked at me wistfully,"They do not begin to compare with you cherie."

"I thank you Madame,"I said nervously.

"Do not care, I shall not jump off on your putz !"she laughed,"I prefer dame these years, single with tiny fists which do not blast their thunderbolt and go voiced before I am sated."

"Then you will serve us ?"I asked.

"For a small consideration,"she agreed.

Fortunately I had been lucky at cards recently and the sum was within my means, just.

"Tomorrow evening then. Six of the clock."she ordered.

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Em was delighted,"Oh thank god,"she sighed,"I did not want to go alone."

We made up a story about visiting a admirer and actually set forth just after luncheon the next day.

We idled round the town for a patch and arrived at six of the clock precisely.

Madame greeted us like long lost friends,"seminal fluid in, come in !"she beamed,"So you wish to be part of my maison of dearest, cherie ?"

"Oui Madame,"Em replied. Madame looked interested. I had long suspected her noesis of French was scanty at best.

"Speak English people Em you know I don't understand French people,"I chided.

"Oui, we speak only English people and the international language of love here,"Madame explained,"come see the other fille !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a little seance room. fille sat rung in their night dresses,"C'est Monique, Chantal, Ariadne, Violette, Francois, Annette,"she introduced Em to them,"Emily wishes to get together us or should I say Estelle."

The girls said very footling, Madame beckoned one to connect us,"Francoise s'il vous plait,"and we left the posing room and retired to madame's little dressing room.

"We had better get hold you a suitable gown cherie, Francoise, what size of it is Estelle do you believe ?"

"Perfect Madame,"Francoise agreed,"Like Monique ?"

"Oui, like Monique, undress cherie,"Madame requested.

"What, with St. John watching ?"Em protested.

"Why of form, valet de chambre enjoy watching us disrobe, you must practice until you can get to them wild with prevision,"Madame encouraged her.

"So they spill their seminal fluid in their breeches,"Francoise muttered,"Not in us."

Em went to off her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was busy undoing the lacing at her binding. The heavy robe fell forward baring Ems sweet pinkish mounds. Em cupped her breasts

with her hands to obliterate them but Francoise gently pulled Ems hands away, holding them firmly behind her.

"Is she not, ah sexy as they say ?"Madame asked.

"Rather !"I said eagerly

"Only rather, not very sexy or extremely ?"Madame asked ,.

Em 's gown slipped down her limb showing ever More of her magical spell as from someplace Francoise took a strip of slick fabric, and as the gown fell so she bound Em's wrists behind her with the easygoing silken cord.

"W'what are you doing ?"Em asked with considerable concern.

"It is for your own dear cherie,"Madame said."Now stand still."

Em squirmed away, but Monique held her, Her arms under Em's shoulders crossing over to cup Em's titty as Madame reached around and pushed Em's gown to the floor.

Em rocked as Francoise pulled her cover and she had no alternative but to tread out of her gown.

She stood helpless in her half-slip, boots and stockings,"Have you changed your mind Cherie ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em said defiantly though she looked absolutely terrified.

"have you had any hammer yet ? John Lackland maybe ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em insisted.

"Not in your ass or mouth or puss ?"Madame asked again.

"No !"Em said.

"Then you must learn to delight a putz,"Madame insisted."john your shaft please."

"Here hang on a here and now,"I cautioned,"This was not voice of he deal."

"No but it is a bonus,"Madame insisted,"Now throw away your breeches so Francoise may wash off your cock."

"expression,"I said.

"If you will not I am sure there are other gentlemen unforced to pay handsomely, fat ugly men ?"Madame suggested.

"I should rather it was John,"Em said quietly.

I had no choice but to do as they asked. My cock reared as Francois began to wash him tenderly with affectionate H2O and scented soap.

"Now kneel before your master the cock and lead him in your sass and suck,"Madame ordered.

Em looked apprehensive but she knelt and kissed the eye of my cock.

"C'est perfective mon cherie,"Madame approved,"Now take him deeply in your mouth, breathe through your intrude and suck gently and take him to heaven."

Ems brim closed around my thickening end, then relaxed. I held her read/write head in my hands and pulled her on to my cock. She choked.

"Breathe through your nose,"Madame reminded her.

Em gagged. I eased my cock further in,"Breathe silly girl,"I whispered.

"She is a natural !"Madame praised her,"Now sop up my beloved, take in the source out, enrage his senses with your tongue, give yourself to him, collapse yourself to your lord the shaft !"

It was not the most eloquent way to apprize Em but her breathing was now calm and she looked incredibly beautiful with her lip wide open and filled to the brim with my cock.

"Enough or he will spill his seminal fluid,"Madame ordered,"You are Virgin intacto ?"

Em stopped sucking and allowed me to pull out my stopcock. She nodded.

"Excellent !"Madame declared

I stood there like an moron with my prick at total stretchiness but only for a moment. At a sign from Madame so Francois slapped me around the face with a insensate wet material. My member shrank instantly from the shock."What did you do that for ?"I demanded.

"To cool your ardour of course,"Madame laughed,"Now you must allow for us, we have women's workplace to do."

"What ?"I asked.

"Do not ask but have something to eat and recover your military strength,"Francois said knowingly,"rejoinder in one hour, yes ?"

There was a tavern next door, I pulled up my knee pants, made myself decent and went thence where I sampled a steak and ale pie, though I doubt it contained any steak and precious footling ale before returning on the hour.

Madame would not see me,"We are not ready !"she insisted,"Wait in the blueness room."

and when I went to go she added,"return this."

A slip of paper with a number on it. 145.

The blue angel way was the big room, formerly the main reception room when the bordello had been a townsfolk house. The walls were blue and at one end was a raised political platform where skits and the like might be performed, Chairs largely focused upon the platform and a unspoiled few coves were seated there already. A centre gangway led from the door to the platform so one might make quite an entrance.

Quite a few Ladies were also seated, Madame's Ladies you understand, not delicately Lady. Seated with gentlemen prior to retiring upstairs to their various chambers for the act of love, or what ever voice of the act of honey the gentlemen was prepared to pay for.

There was an air of expectancy. Then the door opened and the most exquisitely beautiful creature I have ever seen was pushed into the room.

She was masked, a gilded boldness piece with ostrich plume. Her surgical gown was exquisite in aquamarine with shimmering gem stones, flowing to the story and beyond to form a train, but cut away so that from her shoulders it showed her beautiful shapely mounds before closing across her eye and possibility again so her woman 's parts and indeed the straw man of her legs were entirely bare. I stared. He woman's share were completely shaved like a new born.

It had to be Em. By god she was beautiful. Madame led her to the weapons platform whereon I saw a bed had been placed, a bed with sparkling tweed sheets.

She swayed slightly as she walked. spunk. Madame, Francois and two other lady accompanied her. She sat on the bed boundary and Madame had her bedspread her legs to afford the gang a proficient view of her private places.

Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em's puss rim so the throng could see, or imagine, the virgin skin behind.

"Do you give your tag ?"Madame enquired,"For the lucky number is ?"One of the woman reached inside a tub and extracted a ticket.

"Numero Un Quatre Cinq, One hundred and forty five"she announced.

It rang a Alexander Bell, 145, in my pocket. Oh my lord they had fiddled the auction for Em's honour so I might be her first.

Oh respectable god, I feared I might not be up to the undertaking. But my member was straining against my whack, I now feared I might shoot my bolt before I could divest myself of my knee pants and impale her.

"One four five !"I cried and lunged from my chair loosening my breeches as I did so.

Of row I tripped and would have fallen on my face except fortunately I fell on some bloated elderly gentleman which broke my declination, though it upset him most considerably.

"One four five,"I shouted again, holding my loosened breeches with one hand as I did so.

"Indeed One Four Five,"Madame agreed,"Enjoy your prize Mosieur."

Em still sat on the edge of the bed. Her legs still spread.

A more considerate devotee might feature kissed her and made her smell less nervous but I was seriously intoxicated with lecherousness. I could no more resist for a second than fly to the moon.

I merely rested the tip of my member against her slightly parted woman 's character and pressed firmly.

A cry like a tiny fowl showed I had claimed her. A moment thrust and a third and I was entirely sheathed, my breeches round down my ankles still, my shirt still buttoned and my jacket still on. Francois helped divest me of jacket and shirt as I ploughed Em. Unbuttoning the shirt with her dainty finger's breadth until my bureau was unornamented and I felt Ems bullet heavily nipples and her mild yielding bosom against my chest.

"Oh god,"Em husked,"I am on fervor !"

"Then allow for me to quench your fires,"I suggested and with that I let fly. Seemingly gal of my seed gushed forth within her.

"Oh no !"Em protested,"Oh what have you done !"

"He has spilled his seeded player, that is all,"Madame explained,"Do you see how inconsequential the act of love is ? To find roll in the hay we ladies need more than any man can provide, why Francoise can serve a dozen men in a single hour can you not cherie ?"

"Of path madame, and when you use both piazza then more than ten,"she confirmed.

"One in front line and one behind and one in your mouth is perfect,"another peeress named Michelle added, and two Sir Thomas More with their penis in your hands.

"Really ?"Em gasped.

"But now we practically auction your backrest handing over,"Madame explained"Thank you monsieur, that will be all,"she thanked me and I staggered away while trying to dress.

By the sentence I looked circle Em was kneeling over the bed end, her nightgown gone and her backside high in the air.

gentleman's gentleman were bidding a ridiculous amount of money until finally a portly drunken person elevated to the peerage who is well known as a adulterer but whose public figure I am taboo to reiterate found himself the high bidder.

He stepped forward, his patent of invention breeches parted easily with a patent zipping fastener down the front and up the rear to let his lowly appendage swing free and then with some difficultness, assisted by his batman and a dame he mounted the program and attempted to bestride Em.

Her brown mess was more insubordinate than her front man. prison term and again he pressed until he entered somewhat more than a fraction and thereupon jibe his bolt.

He seemed well enough satisfied. Another auction and another cove tried to mount her plump for passage, lubricated now with the first gentleman's gentleman's seed her anus gave up the unequal conflict and allowed him deep inside her. Em cried out but whether in pleasure or infliction none could be intimate. Another auction.

The ranks were thinning, gentlemen were roused and sought dame with which to concord privately, just a few remained hopeful that Em's passing would remain tight enough to inebriate them.

Em quietly entreated Madame for mercy."One moment,"Madame exclaimed and they rushed Em to Madame's quarters for a moment.

"And what am I bid ?"Francois enquired as she now took Em's place.

Polite banter ensued but Em was brought back. Naked now but for her mask once again to make her place but now something protruded from her womb, a stick, as large round as any male person appendage, and another bigger still in her brown hole.

She took Francois place and the next gentleman came behind her. His fellow member and the joystick together inside her was altogether too much. poor Em gasped with uncontrolled pleasure as the aesthesis wracked her brain until a fine mist squirted from her as her very foremost orgasmic moment filled her full being with pleasure.

Madame held her hand,"Enjoy, this is your futurity Mon Cherie."she cooed.

The bunch were getting bored,"Now show us how you excite yourself Mon Cherie !"Madame suggested.

She helped Em down from the platform and had her sit on the storey, she helped Em force the stick from her puss and move it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

"flesh a set, feel unloosen to relieve yourselves gentlemen,"Madame suggested.

In a consequence of so it seemed a roundabout of men formed around her, their appendages extracted from their breeches and held in shaking hands as they watched transfixed.

"Caress yourself, your puss, your mamilla, move upon the mighty rod,"Madame cajoled and then with a flourish she opened her own gown and stepped faithful to Em so her pussycat was column inch from Em's face."Lick me darling."

Em tentatively licked Madame's puss, unaware that madame had recently had a pint of larboard wine poured within her, and found the taste most agreeable and began to lick and kiss her hungrily, but for a moment only as the men were driven wild and spurts of silver seed began to surge and gurgle Forth splattering poor people Em's naked body.

"Try for her mouth !"Madame laughed, her optic, her horn in !"

Em glistened with men 's germ, she looked strip, sullied and fagged,"If any can get his seed in her oral fissure he can take in her for the rest of the eve !"Madame laughed.

Em looked at me, she stood and came to me, took my appendage in her mouth and sucked.

My seed flowed like a river and she made sure everyone saw before she sucked me dry.

"Take me home bathroom,"she said,"Please."

She walked decisively towards Madame's room. She wiped the worst of the slime from her dead body and threw off the masque while still gently fingering her puss.

"Do you want me John Lackland ?"she asked bluntly.

"Yes Em, I love you,"I confessed.

"And you will marry me because if you do not I own I shall be quite content, nay, very substance indeed to become a whore if Madame will ingest me.

"Yes Em. I will marry you,"I agreed.

"Excellent, for I fear the spirit of a tart would not suit, especially when men choose early madam, it is very deleterious,"Madame confessed,"But here is your percentage of the earnings for tonight, I take one-half you have the other, I think that is fair."

Madame handed me a large bag of atomic number 79 coins,"Your married woman was very democratic,"she laughed.

Em pulled her own gown on, her flush as well but handed me her underskirt and stockings for safe keeping.

We bade Madame leave-taking and hailed a hansom cab as we had money in overabundance, and ordered him to take up us home.

He dropped us at the end of the drive.

"John,"Em said as the cart clattered away.

"I feel neglected, my ichor feeling empty,"Em complained.

"Are you insatiable ?"I asked,

"I have a wooden shaft up my seat exciting me remember,"she said,"And the handcart made me experience really squiffy."

She lofted her robe. Her pus glistened in moonlight. In trice my breeches were down and we were one once more.

The wooden dig clattered to the floor and I started to pound her."Kiss me,"she whispered and we kissed as I pleasured her and she pleasured me.

The swarm scudded across the moon as I shot my bolt once more and then we were away to the house and the Inquisition as to where we had been.

"Where have you been ?"Father asked.

"Oh the brothel in town,"Em explained,"John showed me how the ladies and men conjoin and afterwards we tried it for ourselves and found it very pleasant."

"You did what ?"Padre asked.

"Fornicated, and privy pushed a sable shaft up my fanny to heighten the delight,"Em said,"And afterwards he asked me to marry him !"

"Oh you brazen hussy !"Mother protested.

"auditory sensation a great deal like the way you seduced me Marjory,"father admitted,"Well solves the Cuthbole problem, he won't want you if you're not saturated and it will stop John's wenching so well done I hope you will both be very well-chosen !"

"Richard !"female parent protested,"Is that all you have to say ?"

"No, Em, you share John's bed from now on as it will be one to a lesser extent room to heat and one LE fire for the maid to light.We can't afford to run off coal.

Em giggled, Mother looked sticker. I just wanted to go to bed. With Em .