The Upper Floof



I was minding my own byplay in my social club, on the amphetamine floor you understand, the one reserved for man. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the eve newspaper publisher. Whiling away the time until supper, It was the twelvemonth the Titanic sank, 1912.

Leather chairperson and oak panel, the smell of tobacco heavy on the air, talk of the town of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the mesa as our hostesses 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 ensure their charm were always displayed. Neatly corseted waists with their titty upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight disastrous jackets with silver buttons cut to drop off under their pouting mammaries. The field below their waists entirely bare but for the tapes holding their stockings. Their soft downy Pubes neatly trimmed or shaved.

Gold nipple and Clitoris tintinnabulation twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with crinkle arrow straight set off pale elegant thighs and calf while their painted toe nails peeped from elegant high up heeled brake shoe. Neat little lapin tails attached to piffling plugs pressed firmly up their smashed bottoms and all set off by jaunty little hats with necklaces mob and earrings dripping with jewels. And all ready to perform each and any service we may require.

The jetsam and jetsom of the gutters attired like princesses.

Their service were provided all inclusive to the membership of the amphetamine floor of the baseball club. oral fissure, back passage and womb alike available to any member's member and all bar mouthpiece available to a penis finger or tongue though of course of study shows of heart such as kissing upon the back talk were not allowed

They worked in relays, obviously Milly Molly et al were not their material name, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A crooked finger, a gesture and they would saunter across and if indicated would range us and simply sink down upon our members. Or suck a hitch Hydra to inflexibility, or bring an ice frigidity beer or liqueuras our whim dictated..

Sometimes they got it legal injury, one senior gentleman admitting,"Ye gods I only wanted a Whisky,"as Malia extracted his member from his fly and began to suck.

But decent background detail, back to this most particular evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"pauperism another damned mug to toy cards,"he said drunkenly.

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

The game was poker game, Club ruler, star High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to plow the wag. Her leftover thumb rested within the sheepfold of her quim pleasuring herself as all the girls were instructed to do while idling. Her bared breast with golden rings swung alluringly to and fro as she rocked gently to her own calendar method of birth control as she quietly drifted into a world of her own as she frigged herself towards orgasm.

"shift's in a pip of bother,"Simmonds gloated.

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

"And ?"I enquired.

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

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

"Absolutely, rotting pile,"he agreed.

"So give it back,"I suggested.

"Not that sluttish old buddy, Club rules."Simmonds pointed out,"Needs outside player to win it then Teddy can win it back do you see ?"

"You're a flaming fool Teddy,"I said, as looked at the broken scale of a man that l days of loafing imbibition and gambling had created."hand me in."

shimmy, 4th Earl of Latchmere, Lord GlenAvon and diverse other titles was several social stratum above my lowly station yet many thousands of guinea fowl poorer.

I may have been brought up as the local parson's son but t'was well known I was the nobleman of the Manor's bastard and had his guile and patronage insightfulness. As well as a talent for cards.

I looked at my cards.

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

"I'll raise 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 learn a object lesson, what collateral shall you offer ?"

Teddy looked aghast,"I have none."

"Three unmarried daughter,"Simmonds laughed.

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

"goodness god man, don't be an oaf,"shimmy snapped.

"fountainhead sir I am a mother fucker by birth, though hardly an oaf,"I suggested,"Which child shall you tender ?"

"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 expenses,"I explained.

"Turn my girl into a whore. Never !"Teddy protested.

"wellspring I shall permit ten Clarence Day to rescind the house."I offered.

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

"No teddy needs a lesson,"I insisted,"I'll exchange my household for the daughter whom I shall sell to madame as a whore."

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

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 eld ago, not so much as a dance let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the spring of Lesbos, and I truly believe far from paying for her charm you would have to pay any ego respecting blighter to get laid her,"

"I just wanted to learn the old muggins a lesson, '' I explained,"If this so called girl is indeed XIX summer gone then I'll just let the topic quietly drib, have a few whisky and forget it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the redoubtable Miss Hilary.

She came to my mansion at noon, I was still in my jammies working at my desk.

Mary my maid came to seek me,"There's some char downstairs who reckons she's your whore."

"What ?"I demanded.

"Hilary something or other."Blessed Virgin 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 woman of the street as one could reasonably get in a female person. I would blaspheme she was fresh from forking the dung from the horse stalls. Her hair was a mess where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a filthy brown coat and tegument tight riding britches. Her fount screwed with angriness and hatred.

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

"What !"she snapped.

"A whore to be useable to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our agreement. Though desirous gentleman may be just as your countenance would daunt a totally tribe of Zulus let alone a shy cultivated gentleman."

"Ha, so no more of this trumpery,"she snorted,"I submit to no man."

"Submit to none indeed,"I surmised,"I would hint that on the contrary you are in urgent, nay straightaway indigence of a phone pronging."

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

"lady a G guinea would not cause me to prong you,"I said flippantly.

"trade good, we are agreed,"she agreed.

"So I shall birth to pay some guttersnipe or urchin to do the deed in my stead, more expense,"I said shaking my head in resignation.

She went to strike me. I caught her articulatio radiocarpea an column inch no more from her raking my human face with her farsighted filthy finger's breadth nails.

She stank of Equus caballus, a strangely earthy odour which raised query in my loins.

"You madam ask taming,"I insisted.

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

I thought a moment before I replied."Disrobe this instant or narrate your forefather to resign my family forthwith."

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

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

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

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

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

Her fingers trembled, with fear or anger I knew or cared not. The clitoris parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her mounds were much constricted. It caught my attending. My member stirred again.

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

"No !"she said wide eyed but I knew in that instant that she was ripe for the taking. Her tit stiffened and extended.

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

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

"swinging as exempt as the raspberry. And their cunts, open at all times or plugged with thumb or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whisper."Available to all."

"Do not trifle with me !"she said.

Mary my maidservant looked on disapprovingly, she was no beauty, well past tiddler bearing age but she had a pleasant plenty ass to fuck when naught else was offered.

"shear Mary, let us scramble the rabbit."Mary obediently fetched the turgid scissors grip or small shears from the drawer in the side table.

I made an slit into the leggings half way up Hilary's second joint 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 fuss of fabric fell away.
Three more snips from the razor needlelike blades and the underthings came away and revealed a sight of hirsute moist curls and beneath a hairy moistened cunt. My penis showed a distinct involvement and he uncurled uncomfortably within the coarctation of me breeches.

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

Mary reluctantly lowered my rear of barrel and underthings allowing my member to stiffen and clean up as I pushed Hilary against the table.

"guide my member in Mary if you please."I requested.

"It ent carnival, she don't want none and gets fucked and I wants it and don't get none,"Mary muttered as she obediently guided my tighten member towards Hilary's pouting quim.

"Later,"I suggested as my member gently parted Hilary's pouting cunt lips.

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

I felt no electrical resistance from her maidenhead, but there were streak of red afterward so I presume she had been Virgin intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly modal gallop though at an unexpected prison term of day, finishing with a tucket or at to the lowest degree nine goodness spurts of honest low born cock juice in her gentle vagina.

"The Virgin for gods 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 receive to use the peal pin,"I suggested,"But this metre 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 fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to realness, her dead body may have swum with hullabaloo but now she faced reality, instead of love life she had been fucked as a pass time. I had no more desire for her to knock off my offspring than I had to dance the Viennese waltz stark naked at the logic gate to Buckingham Palace 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 bathtub was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater ranch across the base towards the drainpipe. Hilary lay naked on the flagstones as she suckled Mary's monumental teats and rhythmically pressed her clenched fist into Marys twisty cunt. Mary only ever wore a simple-minded duster and she too was dear naked as her smock was largely around her neck.

"I shall cauterise these tabloid,"I said as I scooped up Hilary's clothes, but she and Mary were too absorbed with each other to notice.

Brabbinger my Ostler coughed. He had been watching from the dark."The young lady's cavalry sir ?"he queried.

"She's no noblewoman, she's a theme whore,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring Madonna,"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,"Jehovah knows why."

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

persona raced through my head,"Quite so."I agreed,"provender and water the sawbuck would you, no send word to my club, have a uniform sent and a allayer, take the whore's horse."I laughed at my own lapse into poetry,"whore's horse"indeed.

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

Brabbinger returned within the one-half 60 minutes with Miss Middleton, one of Madame's dresser, a weasel faced apartment chested crone of around thirty five summer and 30 thousand men, a street whore with nimble fingers an eye for mantrap and a endowment for fitting corset, stockings shoes and tush plugs as well as the artists touch which with rouge and powder turns the softened scullery maid or fattest cook into an 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.

"Less of your impudence, bend over I wish to lie with 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,"Middleton opined as she withdrew her fingerbreadth and wiped them on a textile,"Twenty three inch waist, its like making a silk wedding garb out of a sloven 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 Middleton sought me out,"I done me adept,"she said.

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

My Ostler was lurking in the phantom as always. Feasting his eye on Hilary's now ringed button and shaved pubes now framed by stocking tapes and her ringed mammilla now upthrust by a pissed black corset.

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

He strode up to the young woman and raised his smock revealing short fat hairy ramification and a yearn fat hairy prong, I'll wager there was more hairsbreadth on his balls than on a rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his agreement that she looked desirable butbhe obviously decided to misconceive me and to try out her spell instead.

He grasped her firmly and in a blink of an eye was Hilary pushed against the study table and he sank his prong within her piano moist quim. His haired ass bobbled up and down and in and out as he thrust his monster forcibly into her uterus.

She barely protested. Her piece were aroused by the rings 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 reliable there is footling as dis spiriting as finding one's handmaid has a prong unquestionably superordinate to one's own both in distance and cinch and energy, and I turned on my blackguard and strode away after no more than ten minutes at the outside.

The way he kneaded her breasts 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 grunt and protestation of beloved was such to throw 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 make Madame proud of you yet !"

I sat a while and returned to find Hilary attired in a cloak. which hid her parts. I saw she walked awkwardly.

"Finished already ?"I asked Middleton.

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

"appearance me."I insisted.

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

"Show the gentleman,"Middleton insisted.

Hilary reluctantly raised the cloak showing a stout leather strap secured around her privates which clearly held quim and anal plugs 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 get laid her to your fondness content this eve but for now I must turn in her to Madame before my special valet de chambre 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 Club later, after fending off Captain Cook'hint that her ass was as tight as anyone's cunt, something demonstrably untrue, and by dinner fourth dimension I was gorging myself on salt porc and onions washed down by some of the all right wines 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 Godhead Glenavon, Hilary's father arrive rather the worse for drink gave me an malign opinion which I proceeded to put in train.

"Teddy won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"Need a third for a threesome, 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 platitude and sat down at my table. Milly molly or some such brought teddy a phonograph recording of pork and he began to guzzle on it greedily.

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into Melissa, a bright red ball gag now flilled her rima oris, a clear sign of the zodiac of what we called a scorcher. 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.

shimmy was about to set off on his apple pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any stake 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 cock from therein.

It sprawled almost exanimate 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 in the grass smoothie's snake, a veritable Python. Spearing upwards towards her entrails. It seemed quite outre. Teddy about to have intercourse 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 ball gag. Then she began to hunch forward greedily.

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

I shook my head word, I had been bamboozled again."Going to mount on ?"teddy bear asked,"payoff the tradesman's, three way and all that ?"

"Ah no, I just remembered I have to see old Graithwaite about some business organisation,"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 shimmy a deterrent example I had learned one myself. I rued my discomfiture and made my way homeward.

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

The morning brought further tribulations.

Hilary's oldest sister. A weasel faced, wasp waisted old maid 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 spotter."Ye gods its sole ten of the clock !"I protested.

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

"No, I think I can make out without,"I answered,"I shall arrive down straightway."

"Better put thee britches on first off,"she laughed.

"No, damn it, I shall hail 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 night hat.

"And what brings you here ?"I asked.

"My horse,"she replied sarcastically,"But to be honest I wanted to see exactly what sorting of a fool my founding father has been conniving with."

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

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

"Have you merely come to affront me or had you some early purpose in judgment ?"I asked.

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my father, prostitute my sister and deflower 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.

"lady 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 narrative when I scream and say how you tore my dress and sought to dishonor me."

"Really ?"I queried as she tried in vain to deplume her dress."Allow me."

I grasped the shoulders of her garb and it ripped right down the movement, I ripped aside the bindings of her mounds freeing them,"Remind me, did I ravish you or merely attempt to ?"

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

"twenty Ugandan shilling for your honour !"I offered.

"I meant marriage,"she said,"Dear god are you really this stupefied ?"

"Stupid yes dire no,"I confirmed,"Though your teats are most allure and are roused if I am not mistaken."

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

"Your component part are not moistened then ?"I queried.

"No Thomas More than yours,"she quipped.

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

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

"He fucks me ass mostly,"Cook interjected.

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

"Hilary said it was bantam,"young woman Latchmere observed,"But it looks monstrous !"

I sighed,"Shut your rale and lay for me, then you can render the magistrate your torn dress and a full creaming within your parts."

"Very well, where is the bedroom ?"she asked.

"Here on the base !"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 pes and carried her upstairs.

How was I to know it was the most romantic 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."brand honey to me !"she pleaded.

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

"No, its really nice, 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 much and suddenly a great torrent of ejaculate shot from my lumbus 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.
"take in it in your handwriting like thus,"I heard Captain James Cook saying as individual gripped my hammer in their hand,"He ent much of a cocksman, one squirt wonder,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a suck will probably rouse him."

"What's up ?"I said.

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

"So you are trying conquest ?"I queried.

"In a word, yes."she agreed.

"You are an ageing weasel faced plane chested thread maker, why should I engage note of you ?"I asked.

She thought a here and now"Because my eldest boy child shall inherit father's deed of conveyance, should you not like your son to be the Earl Latchmere, the 5th Baron Latchmere ?"

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a mo."My sister is a working girl and she can die on all style of whorish tricks to keep you satisfied in the bed chamber."

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


To be continued.

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