Em It is 1823. In Lancashire England.

"Look I would rather die than wed Archie Cuthbole,"Cousin Emily said forcibly after dinner one evening.

"Em, you have no destiny, you have small choice,"I explained in my"big Brother"role,"He is a desirable suitor."

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

"For gods sake talk sense daughter,"father insisted,"You're my Barbara 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 hint of a plot of chess cheered her.

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

"Because you are not yet xx one years of age or married,"I explained,"Therefore you must do as father says, you are too unripe to make out your own mind."

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

"You have no approximation,"I snapped,"Concubines and hooker have an awful sentence, abused from dusk till morning. Serving chick dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the flower of youth they walk the streets and fornicate down back alleys. They leave their offspring at the church gate and finally they end up dead or in the workhouse."

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

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

"And how do you know so a lot ?"she demanded.



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

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

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

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

"Oh, very well. I shall have a discussion,"I agreed.

Now to be honest I had no intention 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 establishment. I had been as a client some meter previously when unbeknown to me my sidekick had arranged a special dainty for my 18th birthday. An angel had attended me and I had become a man.

It was with considerable trepidation that I approached Madame.

She listened with ill concealed gleefulness,"A virgin, she wishes to join my organisation !"

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

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

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

"Indeed Monsieur, they are not, how do you say, comely,"she sighed,"I have to daydream that they look like Hellene deity as they paw me and use me,"she looked at me wistfully,"They do not start out to compare with you cherie."

"I thank you Madame,"I said nervously.

"Do not occupy, I shall not leap on your rooster !"she laughed,"I prefer ladies these days, ones with tiny fists which do not shoot their bolt and go easy before I am sated."

"Then you will help us ?"I asked.

"For a low consideration,"she agreed.

Fortunately I had been favorable at carte du jour recently and the sum was within my way, 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 narration 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,"Come in, add up in !"she beamed,"So you wish to be piece of my maison of love, cherie ?"

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

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

"Oui, we speak only English and the International language of love here,"Madame explained,"seed see the early girl !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a lilliputian model elbow room. Girls sat bout in their night dresses,"C'est Monique, Chantal, Ariadne, Violette, Francois, Annette,"she introduced Em to them,"Emily wishes to join us or should I say Estelle."

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

"We had better find you a suitable gown cherie, Francoise, what size is Estelle do you think ?"

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

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

"What, with John watching ?"Em protested.

"Why of course, gentlemen enjoy watching us disrobe, you must practice until you can make them wild with expectancy,"Madame encouraged her.

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

Em went to dispatch her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was busy undoing the laces at her back. The heavy gown fell forward baring Ems honeyed pink hammock. Em cupped her breasts

with her hands to hide 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 night-robe slipped down her arm showing ever More of her spell as from somewhere Francoise took a strip of silky framework, and as the gown fell so she bound Em's articulatio radiocarpea behind her with the piano silken corduroy.

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

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

Em squirmed away, but Monique held her, Her limb under Em's shoulder 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 choice but to step out of her gown.

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

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

"Have you had any cock yet ? bathroom maybe ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em insisted.

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

"No !"Em said.

"Then you must learn to please a stopcock,"Madame insisted."John your cock please."

"Here hang on a minute,"I cautioned,"This was not persona of he deal."

"No but it is a bonus,"Madame insisted,"Now drop your knee pants so Francoise may wash away your cock."

"Look,"I said.

"If you will not I am sure there are other gentleman's gentleman bequeath to pay handsomely, fat ugly men ?"Madame suggested.

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

I had no option but to do as they asked. My cock reared as Francois began to dampen him tenderly with warm water and scented soap.

"Now kneel before your master the cock and take him in your mouth and suction,"Madame ordered.

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

"C'est perfect mon cherie,"Madame approved,"Now take him deeply in your mouth, breathe through your nose and go down on gently and take him to heaven."

Ems sassing closed around my knob end, then relaxed. I held her headspring in my paw and pulled her on to my peter. 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 suck my honey, draw the come out, enrage his senses with your tongue, give yourself to him, pass on yourself to your Divine the cock !"

It was not the most eloquent way to instruct Em but her breathing was now steady and she looked incredibly beautiful with her mouth spacious open up and filled to the brim with my cock.

"Enough or he will run out his germ,"Madame ordered,"You are Virgin intacto ?"

Em stopped sucking and allowed me to extract my cock. She nodded.

"Excellent !"Madame declared

I stood there like an idiot with my cock at full reaching but only for a minute. At a sign from Madame so Francois slapped me around the face with a cold wet cloth. My member shrank instantly from the shock."What did you do that for ?"I demanded.

"To cool your elan of course,"Madame laughed,"Now you must provide us, we have women's employment to do."

"What ?"I asked.

"Do not ask but have something to eat and recover your strength,"Francois said knowingly,"Return in one 60 minutes, yes ?"

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

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

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

A slip of newspaper publisher with a bit on it. 145.

The blue air room was the big room, formerly the independent reception way when the bordello had been a town house. The walls were blue and at one end was a raised platform where skits and the alike might be performed, Chairs largely focused upon the platform and a good few coves were seated there already. A essence aisle led from the threshold to the platform so one might make quite an entrance.

Quite a few Ladies were also seated, Madame's peeress you understand, not fine ladies. Seated with gentlemen prior to retiring upstairs to their assorted bedroom for the act of dear, or what ever component of the act of love the valet de chambre was prepared to pay for.

There was an air of anticipation. Then the threshold opened and the most exquisitely beautiful puppet I have ever seen was pushed into the room.

She was masked, a sumptuous face piece with Struthio camelus plumage. Her nightgown was exquisite in cobalt blue with shimmering gem stones, flowing to the floor and beyond to work a caravan, but cut away so that from her berm it showed her beautiful shapely mounds before closing across her center and opening move again so her woman 's parts and indeed the front of her legs were entirely bare. I stared. He woman's persona were completely shaved like a new born.

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

She swayed slightly as she walked. Nerves. Madame, Francois and two other Ladies accompanied her. She sat on the bed boundary and Madame had her bed cover her legs to yield the crowd a meliorate view of her common soldier places.

Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em's cunt lip so the throng could see, or imagine, the virgin peel behind.

"Do you deliver your slate ?"Madame enquired,"For the lucky numeral is ?"One of the women reached inside a tub and extracted a ticket.

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

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

Oh near god, I feared I might not be up to the task. But my phallus was straining against my belt, I now feared I might sprout my bolt of lightning before I could deprive myself of my breeches and stake her.

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

Of course I tripped and would accept fallen on my face except fortunately I fell on some bloated aged valet de chambre which broke my fall, though it upset him most considerably.

"One four five,"I shouted again, holding my tease apart knickerbockers 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 lover might give birth kissed her and made her look less queasy but I was seriously intoxicated with lust. I could no more resist for a endorse than fly to the moon.

I merely rested the tip of my phallus against her slightly parted womanhood 's parts and pressed firmly.

A cry like a tiny chick showed I had claimed her. A second thrust and a tierce and I was entirely sheathed, my knee pants round out my ankles still, my shirt still buttoned and my cap still on. Francois helped undress me of jacket and shirt as I ploughed Em. Unbuttoning the shirt with her treat fingers until my chest was unfinished and I felt Ems bullet hard mammilla and her soft yielding titty against my chest.

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

"Then allow me to slake your fires,"I suggested and with that I let fly. Seemingly Imperial gallon of my semen gushed forth within her.

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

"He has spilled his seed, that is all,"Madame explained,"Do you see how inconsequential the act of love is ? To finger have sex we peeress need more than any man can provide, why Francoise can serve a XII men in a single hour can you not cherie ?"

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

"One in front and one behind and one in your mouth is perfective,"another lady named Michelle added, and two more with their members in your hands.

"Really ?"Em gasped.

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

By the metre I looked round Em was kneeling over the bed end, her night-robe gone and her backside high-pitched in the air.

man were bidding a absurd amount until finally a portly drunken person elevated to the peerage who is well known as a fornicator but whose name I am forbidden to reiterate found himself the highest bidder.

He stepped forward, his patent breeches parted easily with a patent zipping fastener down the front and up the buttocks to let his low appendage swing costless and then with some difficulty, assisted by his batman and a peeress he mounted the platform and attempted to jump on Em.

Her John Brown hole was more tolerant than her front. time and again he pressed until he entered somewhat Thomas More than a fraction and thereupon shot his bolt.

He seemed well enough satisfied. Another auction and another cove tried to mount her back transition, lubricated now with the offset gentleman's source her anus gave up the inadequate struggle and allowed him deep inside her. Em cried out but whether in pleasure or pain none could do it. Another auction.

The ranks were thinning, gentlemen were roused and sought madam with which to harmonise privately, just a few remained hopeful that Em's musical passage would remain tight enough to thrill 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 assume her place but now something protruded from her womb, a stick, as declamatory stave as any manlike process, and another larger still in her Brown University hole.

She took Francois space and the next gentleman came behind her. His extremity and the stick together inside her was altogether too much. Poor Em gasped with uncontrolled delight as the superstar wracked her wit until a fine mist squirted from her as her very first orgasmic moment filled her entire being with pleasure.

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

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

She helped Em down from the chopine and had her sit on the floor, she helped Em pull the stick from her puss and proceed it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

"Form a circle, feel free to relieve yourselves gentlemen,"Madame suggested.

In a moment of so it seemed a rope of men formed around her, their process extracted from their breeches and held in shaking script as they watched transfixed.

"Caress yourself, your kitty, your tits, move upon the mighty rod,"Madame cajoled and then with a wave she opened her own gown and stepped closer to Em so her Pus was in from Em's face."Lick me darling."

Em tentatively licked Madame's puss, unaware that madame had recently had a pint of port wine poured within her, and found the taste most agreeable and began to lick and buss her hungrily, but for a moment only as the men were driven wild and squirt of ash gray seed began to soar up and gurgle forth splattering miserable Em's naked body.

"Try for her mouth !"Madame laughed, her center, her nose !"

Em glistened with men 's seed, she looked despoiled, slander and spent,"If any can get his seed in her back talk he can experience her for the rest of the eventide !"Madame laughed.

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

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

"Take me habitation privy,"she said,"Please."

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

"Do you want me John ?"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 cognitive content, nay, very content indeed to get a whore if Madame will have me.

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

"Excellent, for I fear the spirit of a whore would not suit, especially when men choose other madam, it is very hurtful,"Madame confessed,"But here is your share of the wage for tonight, I take half you have the other, I think that is fair."

Madame handed me a turgid bag of gold coins,"Your married woman was very popular,"she laughed.

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

We bade Madame leave and hailed a hansom cab as we had money in excess, and ordered him to choose us home.

He dropped us at the end of the drive.

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

"I feel omit, my festering tone empty,"Em complained.

"Are you insatiable ?"I asked,

"I have a wooden shaft of light up my prat exciting me remember,"she said,"And the handcart made me feel 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 shaft clattered to the floor and I started to Egyptian 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 thunderbolt once more and then we were away to the sign and the inquisition as to where we had been.

"Where have you been ?"founder asked.

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

"You did what ?"Father asked.

"Fornicated, and John pushed a ebony light beam up my bottom to heighten the pleasure,"Em said,"And afterwards he asked me to get hitched with him !"

"Oh you brazen loose woman !"Mother protested.

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

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

"No, Em, you percentage John's bed from now on as it will be one less room to high temperature and one less fire for the maid to light.We can't afford to rot coal.

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