The upper Floof



I was minding my own clientele in my golf club, on the upper trading floor you understand, the one reserved for gentlemen. I was relaxing after dinner party, reading the evening paper. Whiling away the time until supper, It was the year the Titanic sank, 1912.

Leather chairs and oak venire, the smell of tobacco heavy on the air, talk of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the tables as our hostess catered to our every need.

Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, Madonna, their names all started with an M. They looked quite demure despite uniforms cut to ensure their appeal were always displayed. Neatly corseted waist with their boob upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight black crownwork with silver clit cut to steal under their pouting mammaries. The arena below their shank entirely bare but for the tape measure holding their stockings. Their soft downy os pubis neatly trimmed or shaved.

Gold Nipple and Clitoris rings twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with seams arrow straight set off pale elegant thighs and calves while their painted toe nails peeped from graceful high heeled shoe. Neat little cony tails attached to fiddling jade pressed firmly up their tight rump and all set off by jaunty little hats with necklaces ring and earrings dripping with precious stone. And all set up to perform each and any inspection and repair 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 berth floor of the club. Mouth, back musical passage and uterus alike available to any member's member and all bar backtalk uncommitted to a members finger or tongue though of course display of affection such as kissing upon the mouth were not allowed

They worked in relay, obviously Milly Molly et al were not their rattling names, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A crooked finger, a motion and they would saunter across and if indicated would range us and simply subside down upon our appendage. Or suckle a limp snake to inflexibility, or bring an ice cold beer or liqueuras our impulse dictated..

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

But decent backdrop detail, back to this most detail evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"need another damned saphead to play cards,"he said drunkenly.

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

The secret plan was poker, social club rules, mavin High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to deal the menu. Her left thumb rested within the folds of her quim pleasuring herself as all the little girl were instructed to do while idling. Her bared breasts with golden tintinnabulation 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.

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

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

"And ?"I enquired.

"I don't need a beshrew home,"Clearwater sighed,"Bit of a sodomite really."

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

"Absolutely, rotting stilt,"he agreed.

"So move over it back,"I suggested.

"Not that slowly old crony, Club rules."Simmonds pointed out,"Needs exterior player to win it then shift can win it back do you see ?"

"You're a bloody sap Teddy,"I said, as looked at the broken eggshell of a man that fifty dollar bill long time of idleness drinking and gambling had created."mountain me in."

shift, 4th Earl of Latchmere, nobleman GlenAvon and respective former form of address was several social course of instruction above my lowly station yet many thousands of guineas poorer.

I may have been brought up as the local parson's son but t'was well known I was the overlord of the manor's asshole and had his wiliness and business acumen. As well as a endowment for cards.

I looked at my cards.

"I'll bet two Tanzanian shilling,"Clearwater said throwing Teddy's bill for the menage 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 larn a lesson, what collateral shall you provide ?"

Teddy looked aghast,"I have none."

"Three unmarried daughter,"Simmonds laughed.

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

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

"Well sir I am a bastard by birth, though hardly an oaf,"I suggested,"Which child shall you volunteer ?"

"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 lady of pleasure. Never !"Teddy protested.

"Well I shall appropriate ten days to rescind the house."I offered.

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

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

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

I went back to my chair a job well done and a lesson learned.

Clearwater sought me out,"teddy rigged you,"he confided,"That girl, Hilary, have you met her ? She came out, what, two years ago, not so very much as a dance let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the leaping of Lesvos, and I truly believe far from paying for her charms you would have to pay any ego respecting cranny to bang her,"

"I just wanted to learn the old soft touch a lesson, '' I explained,"If this so call in missy is indeed nineteen summers gone then I'll just let the matter quietly drop, have a few whiskey and forget it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the unnerving misfire Hilary.

She came to my house at noontide, I was still in my pajama working at my desk.

The Virgin my maid 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 said Hilary burst upon us.

"founding father says he sold me to you as your toy,"she insisted as she stormed into the room.

I stared, she was as far from a tart as one could reasonably get in a female person. I would swear she was sweet from forking the dung from the horse stalls. Her hair was a mess where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a dirty brownness coating and skin tight riding britches. Her face screwed with anger and hatred.

"No,"I corrected her."As a woman of the street, a chattel to be used and abused by any as desires it for a lowly fee,"

"What !"she snapped.

"A whore to be usable to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our concord. Though desirous valet may be barely as your countenance would scare a whole folk of Zulus let alone a shy cultivated gentleman."

"Ha, so no 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 sound pronging."

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

"gentlewoman a thou guineas would not induce me to prong you,"I said flippantly.

"Good, we are agreed,"she agreed.

"So I shall have to pay some street urchin or urchin to do the deed of conveyance in my lieu, to a greater extent disbursal,"I said shaking my drumhead in resignation.

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

She stank of cavalry, a strangely down-to-earth flavour which raised queries in my loins.

"You madam need 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 don to rescind my house 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 heavy coat.

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

Her digit 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 member stirred again.

"Quite delightful allow me,"I said softly as I helped to relieve her mounds and cupped them in my hands,"It must be such a relief for them to miss their bonds."

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

"lady of pleasure's mounds are ever freed, shall you like that ?"I asked.

"No !"she snapped though her firmness of purpose was uncertain.

"swinging as free as the razzing. And their puss, open at all times or plugged with thumb or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whispering."Available to all."

"Do not dally with me !"she said.

Mary my maiden looked on disapprovingly, she was no beauty, well past minor aim age but she had a pleasant adequate ass to jazz when naught else was offered.

"Shears The Virgin, let us skin the rabbit."Mary obediently fetched the large scissors or belittled shears from the draftsman in the side of meat table.

I made an section into the leggings one-half way up Hilary's thigh and started to cut away the natural covering. She near froze in fear. A one cut up one leg round the privates and down the other. Then a single curving cut upwards towards the shank and back down revealing her underwear as the tizzy of cloth fell away.
ternion more than clip from the razor acutely blades and the underthings came away and revealed a mass of hirsute moist gyre and beneath a hairy moistened puss. My extremity showed a distinct 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 belt and small my breeches if you please."

Mary reluctantly lowered my breeches and underthings allowing my penis to stiffen and tidy up as I pushed Hilary against the table.

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

"It ent funfair, 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 member gently parted Hilary's pouting cunt lips.

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

I felt no resistance from her maidenhead, but there were stripe of red afterward so I presume she had been virgo intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly mean gallop though at an unexpected time of day, finishing with a flourish or at to the lowest degree nine good spurts of honest low born cock juice in her gentle vagina.

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

"What about my destiny ?"she protested.

"I am afraid you will accept to use the rolling 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 have this cocotte learn how to use her fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to reality, her body may feature swum with excitation but now she faced reality, instead of love she had been fucked as a pass time. I had no more desire for her to drop 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 The Virgin an hour or so later. The tin bath was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater gap across the floor towards the waste pipe. Hilary lay naked on the flagstones as she suckled Mary's monolithic teats and rhythmically pressed her fist into Madonna twisting twat. Mary only ever wore a simple smock and she too was near naked as her duster was largely around her neck.

"I shall bite these rags,"I said as I scooped up Hilary's wearing apparel, but she and Madonna were too absorbed with each other to notice.

Brabbinger my Ostler coughed. He had been watching from the shadows."The young dame's gymnastic horse sir ?"he queried.

"She's no Lady, she's a base cocotte,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring The Virgin,"Shall you take a dawdler ?"

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

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

"wile they has sir, bobbin you in like,"he says,"Me I likes horses."

Images raced through my judgment,"Quite so."I agreed,"provender and water the horse would you, no send word to my club, have a uniform sent and a comforter, take the whore's horse."I laughed at my own reverting into poesy,"whore's horse"indeed.

There is only a finite fourth dimension one can determine women pleasuring each early especially unattractive unity, so after no more than seven mo, twelve at the outdoor, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the half hour with Miss Middleton, one of Madame's dressers, a weasel faced flat chested crone of around thirty five summer and XXX thousand men, a street whore with spry finger's breadth an eye for knockout and a talent for fitting girdle, stockings shoes and tail fireplug as well as the creative person touch which with rouge and powder turns the obtuse scullery amah or fatty cook into an target of desire.

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

"LE of your gall, bend over I wish to fuck you,"I averred.

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

She set down her bag and took out a tub of butter. Greasing her fingerbreadth and hitch she advanced upon Hilary even as she continued to pleasure Blessed Virgin and grasped her firmly, one thumb pressed firmly up Hilary's back transit and the fingers into her quim.

"Ooh,"Hilary gasped.

"I reckon a two inch up her ass and a three up her quim,"Thomas Middleton opined as she withdrew her fingers and wiped them on a cloth,"twenty three inch waist, its like making a silk wedding dress out of a pigs ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorum adult female !"I snapped.

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

I gave up and walked off.

An minute later and Thomas Middleton sought me out,"I done me practiced,"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 tape measure and her band mammilla now upthrust by a tight black corset.

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

He strode up to the girl and raised his duster revealing short fat hairy legs and a yearn fat hairy prong, I'll wager there was more pilus on his ball than on a rabbi's chin.

I only wanted his arrangement that she looked desirable butbhe obviously decided to misconceive me and to sample her magic spell instead.

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

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

"Oh my lord !"she wailed,"I am in promised land !"

Now to be quite honest there is little as dis spiriting as finding one's servant has a prong unquestionably superscript to one's own both in length and girth and Energy Department, and I turned on my heel and strode away after no to a greater extent than ten minutes at the outside.

The way he kneaded her breast and crushed her lips with his brim was quite obscene, while the way she raked his backbone with her nails was quite uncalled for and the oink and protestation of love was such to create 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 realise Madame proud of you yet !"

I sat a while and returned to see Hilary attired in a cloak. which hid her region. 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,"Middleton insisted.

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

"Open her up I wish to try out her,"I ordered.

"Not now after I perfumed and plugged her and everything,"Middleton argued."You had every chance sir and if you desire you can fuck her to your hearts substance this eve but for now I must turn in her to Madame before my particular gentleman arrives."

"Special gentleman ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the Club later, after fending off Captain Cook'mesmerism that her ass was as wet as anyone's puss, something demonstrably untrue, and by dinner clock time I was gorging myself on saltiness pork and onion plant washed down by some of the finest vino from the Antipodes.

Hilary was nowhere to be seen when I arrived. It seemed she had become something of a fame and every gentleman's gentleman seemingly had figure 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 crapulence gave me an evilness notion which I proceeded to put in train.

"Teddy won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"motivation a third for a deuce-ace, new whore needs breaking in don't cha know."


"What ho, yes rather, three way eh, top hole."he stammered out his usual bowed stringed instrument of cliches and sat down at my tabular array. Milly Molly or some such brought teddy bear 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 signboard of what we called a screamer. A woman of the street 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 bear was about to start on his apple pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any interest but ordered."Capital, just range me chick and let me facilitate 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 lifeless along his belly but it reared soon enough as Hilary straddled him and sank down until her gentle pink quim rested gently upon his length.

It reared like an Indian ophidian charmer's snake, a veritable python. Spearing up towards her viscera. It seemed quite outre. Teddy about to fuck his own daughter unknowingly.

He reached down and aimed his hammer between the sassing of her quim. She raised herself then sank down with a content sigh and a slim dribble from her egg gag. Then she began to hunch greedily.

Teddy laughed,"Bally gamekeeper, spitting effigy of the sod, cuckolded d'ya see ?"He explained,"Never was me daughter, should feature fucked her age ago."

I shook my nous, I had been bamboozled again."Going to climb on ?"shift asked,"issue the storekeeper'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 deterrent example I had learned one myself. I rued my discomfiture and made my way homeward.

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

The sunup brought further tribulations.

Hilary's oldest sister. A weasel faced, wasp waisted spinster completely devoid of female appendages or so it seemed she arrived at some ungodly minute when no man or gentlewoman should be abroad and demanded to see me.

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

"Shall I send her up sir ?"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 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 nighttime 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 sire has been conniving with."

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

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

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

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my Father, prostitute my sister and destroy my chances of making a effective marriage."

"You certainly have a bluntness of speech about you,"I admitted.

"And now having tricked me into your lair you ravish me,"she suggested.

"ma'am I should sooner fornicate with a farmyard sow,"I insisted.

"So I understand,"she said,"But I do think the constable will think my tale when I scream and say how you tore my clothes and sought to delight me."

"Really ?"I queried as she tried in vain to tear her clothes."Allow me."

I grasped the shoulders of her clothes and it ripped right down the front end, I ripped aside the binding of her cumulation freeing them,"Remind me, did I rape you or merely attempt to ?"

"I care not, fix me an pass or I go to the magistrate !"she snapped

"Twenty shillings for your accolade !"I offered.

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

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

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

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

"No more than yours,"she quipped.

I looked down. My appendage 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 tiny,"Miss Latchmere observed,"But it looks monstrous !"

I sighed,"Shut your rattle and lay for me, then you can point the magistrate your torn clothes and a right 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 amatory gesture she had ever known ? The poor daughter's quim was soaking with anticipation and in a second as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

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

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

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

"Really ?"I queried,"Usually adult female 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 lots and suddenly a great torrent of seed snapshot from my lumbus and flooded her entirely.

I lay until I was spent and my extremity shrank and them rolled onto my back."Do your tough,"I said and drifted into a contented sleep.
"engage it in your hand like thus,"I heard Cook saying as someone gripped my cock in their paw,"He ent much of a cocksman, one spirt 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,"misfire Latchmere explained.

"So you are trying seduction ?"I queried.

"In a parole, yes."she agreed.

"You are an ageing weasel faced flat chested spinster, why should I pick out note of you ?"I asked.

She thought a moment"Because my eldest boy child shall inherit Father of the Church's title, should you not like your son to be the Earl Latchmere, the 5th business leader Latchmere ?"

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a moment."My sister is a whore and she can croak on all manner of whorish thaumaturgy to celebrate you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"goodness item,"I agreed,"On your spine I wish to fuck you again."


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