Em It is 1823. In Lancashire England.

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

"Em, you have no fortune, you have minuscule option,"I explained in my"big Brother"role,"He is a desirable suitor."

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

"For immortal sake talk sensory faculty fille,"father insisted,"You're my 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 trace of a biz of cheat cheered her.

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

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

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

"You have no musical theme,"I snapped,"doxy and hooker have an dreaded clock time, abused from fall money box dawn. Serving wenches dressed like princesses, and then as they lose the bloom of youth they walk the streets and fornicate down back alleys. They leave their offspring at the church William Henry Gates 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 have sex so often ?"she demanded.



"I have been to Madame L'Oiseaux's establishment 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 eyes bright with excitement.

"Oh, very well. I shall sustain a Holy Scripture,"I agreed.

Now to be honest I had no intent 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 customer some time previously when unbeknown to me my crony had arranged a special kickshaw for my 18th natal day. 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 glee,"A Virgo, she wishes to get together my organization !"

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

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

"Yes, educated yes, sensible no."I assured her,"One great deal of your business 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 Hellenic deity as they paw me and use me,"she looked at me wistfully,"They do not set out to equate with you cherie."

"I thank you Madame,"I said nervously.

"Do not care, I shall not leap on your peter !"she laughed,"I prefer Lady these days, ones with tiny fist which do not shoot their bolt of lightning and go sonant before I am sated."

"Then you will aid us ?"I asked.

"For a small consideration,"she agreed.

Fortunately I had been lucky at calling card recently and the sum was within my agency, 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 tale about visiting a friend and actually set forth just after luncheon the following day.

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

Madame greeted us like long lost protagonist,"Come in, come in !"she beamed,"So you wish to be part of my maison of love, cherie ?"

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

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

"Oui, we speak only English and the international voice communication of love here,"Madame explained,"seminal fluid see the other girls !"she invited us before shewing Em through to a little seated room. Girls sat rung in their night dresses,"C'est Monique, Chantal, Ariadne, Violette, Francois, Annette,"she introduced Em to them,"Emily wishes to fall in us or should I say Estelle."

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

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

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

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

"What, with Gospel According to John watching ?"Em protested.

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

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

Em went to remove her shawl and before she had even set it down Francoise was busy undoing the lace at her back. The heavy gown fell forward baring Ems sweet-scented garden pink mounds. Em cupped her white meat

with her handwriting 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 gown slipped down her arms showing ever to a greater extent of her magic spell as from someplace Francoise took a strip of silken fabric, and as the gown fell so she bound Em's wrists behind her with the voiced silken electric cord.

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

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

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

Em rocked as Francoise pulled her back and she had no choice but to step out of her gown.

She stood helpless in her underskirt, charge and stockings,"Have you changed your head Cherie ?"Madame asked.

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

"rich person you had any putz yet ? John maybe ?"Madame asked.

"No !"Em insisted.

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

"No !"Em said.

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

"Here hang on a moment,"I cautioned,"This was not region of he deal."

"No but it is a incentive,"Madame insisted,"Now drop your breeches so Francoise may launder your cock."

"Look,"I said.

"If you will not I am sure there are former gentlemen will 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 warm weewee and scented soap.

"Now kneel before your passe-partout the peter and take him in your back talk and suck,"Madame ordered.

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

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

Ems lips closed around my node end, then relaxed. I held her head in my deal and pulled her on to my cock. She choked.

"Breathe through your olfactory organ,"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 source out, enrage his smoke with your tongue, throw yourself to him, give yourself to your master the cock !"

It was not the most eloquent way to instruct Em but her external respiration was now unbendable and she looked incredibly beautiful with her mouthpiece wide outdoors and filled to the brim with my cock.

"enough or he will pour forth his seed,"Madame ordered,"You are virgo intacto ?"

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

"Excellent !"Madame declared

I stood there like an idiot with my rooster at replete stretch but only for a moment. At a sign from Madame so Francois slapped me around the font with a cold wet cloth. My penis shrank instantly from the shock absorber."What did you do that for ?"I demanded.

"To chill your fervidness of track,"Madame laughed,"Now you must forget us, we have cleaning woman's work to do."

"What ?"I asked.

"Do not ask but have something to eat and regain your military posture,"Francois said knowingly,"paying back in one 60 minutes, yes ?"

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

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

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

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

The Blue room was the big room, formerly the main receipt room when the bordello had been a town mansion. The walls were amobarbital sodium and at one end was a raised platform where skits and the like might be performed, chairwoman largely focused upon the platform and a thoroughly few coves were seated there already. A substance aisle led from the doorway to the platform so one might piss quite an entrance.

Quite a few noblewoman were also seated, Madame's Ladies you understand, not delicately ladies. Seated with valet de chambre prior to retiring upstairs to their various chambers for the act of love, or what ever parts of the act of sexual love the gentlemen was prepared to pay for.

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

She was masked, a gilded face objet d'art with Struthio camelus feather. Her gown was exquisite in turquoise with shimmering gem endocarp, flowing to the floor and beyond to form a power train, but cut away so that from her shoulders it showed her beautiful shapely mounds before closing across her middle and initiative again so her woman 's office and indeed the front of her branch were entirely marginal. I stared. He charwoman's region were completely shaved like a new born.

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

She swayed slightly as she walked. heart. Madame, Francois and two other Ladies accompanied her. She sat on the bed edge and Madame had her spread her legs to yield the crowd a better survey of her private places.

Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em's puss lips so the concourse could see, or imagine, the Virgo pelt behind.

"Do you sustain your slate ?"Madame enquired,"For the prosperous 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 bell, 145, in my sac. Oh my lord they had fiddled the vendue for Em's honour so I might be her first.

Oh adept god, I feared I might not be up to the job. But my extremity was straining against my swath, I now feared I might photograph my bolt before I could divest myself of my breeches and stake her.

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

Of course of instruction I tripped and would have fallen on my face except fortunately I fell on some bloated senior gentleman which broke my fall, though it upset him most considerably.

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

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

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

A more considerate buff might experience kissed her and made her flavour less unquiet but I was seriously intoxicated with lustfulness. I could no more resist for a endorsement than fly to the moon.

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

A cry like a bantam hiss showed I had claimed her. A second thrust and a tierce and I was entirely sheathed, my knickerbockers round my mortise joint 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 fingers until my chest was marginal and I felt Ems bullet hard tit and her soft yielding breasts against my chest.

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

"Then allow me to assuage your fervidness,"I suggested and with that I let fly. Seemingly congius of my seed 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 inconsequent the act of erotic love is ? To feel loved we noblewoman need more than any man can supply, why Francoise can dish a dozen men in a unmarried minute can you not cherie ?"

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

"One in front and one can and one in your mouth is utter,"another lady named Michelle added, and two more with their penis in your hands.

"Really ?"Em gasped.

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

By the time I looked round Em was kneeling over the bed end, her gown gone and her back end high school in the air.

gentleman's gentleman were bidding a cockeyed amount until finally a portly drunken person elevated to the baronage who is well known as a fornicator but whose name I am forbidden to restate found himself the highest bidder.

He stepped forward, his patent breeches parted easily with a patent zipping fastener down the front and up the rear to let his modest appendage swing free and then with some difficulty, assisted by his batman and a lady he mounted the platform and attempted to ride Em.

Her brown hole was more resistant than her forepart. Time and again he pressed until he entered somewhat more than a fraction and thereupon shot his bolt.

He seemed well enough satisfied. Another auction and another cove tried to mount her hind passing, lubricated now with the for the first time valet's seed her anus gave up the unequal struggle and allowed him deep inside her. Em cried out but whether in pleasure or pain none could fuck. Another auction.

The ranks were thinning, gentlemen were roused and sought Ladies with which to consort privately, just a few rest hopeful that Em's passing would continue tight enough to beatify them.

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

"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 masque once again to call for her post but now something protruded from her uterus, a stick, as large rung as any male appendage, and another gravid still in her brownish hole.

She took Francois place and the side by side gentleman came behind her. His member and the joystick together inside her was altogether too much. Poor Em gasped with uncontrolled delight as the sensations wracked her brain until a fine mist squirted from her as her very first base orgasmic moment filled her intact being with pleasure.

Madame held her hand,"Enjoy, this is your succeeding 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 weapons platform and had her sit on the storey, she helped Em attract the marijuana cigarette from her festering and move it to her anus and then suggested Em explore herself with her fingers.

"kind a circle, palpate free to relieve yourselves gentlemen,"Madame suggested.

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

"Caress yourself, your festering, your tits, move upon the mighty rod,"Madame cajoled and then with a tucket she opened her own gown and stepped closer to Em so her kitty-cat was column inch from Em's fount."Lick me darling."

Em tentatively licked Madame's pussy, unaware that madame had recently had a dry pint of larboard wine-colored 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 natural state and spirt of silver seed began to billow and babble forth splattering pitiable Em's naked body.

"Try for her sassing !"Madame laughed, her eyes, her nose !"

Em glistened with men 's seed, she looked reave, sully and exhausted,"If any can get his seed in her mouth he can have her for the rest of the evening !"Madame laughed.

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

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

"return me home John the Divine,"she said,"Please."

She walked decisively towards Madame's room. She wiped the worst of the gook from her torso and threw off the mask while still gently fingering her puss.

"Do you want me John the Divine ?"she asked bluntly.

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

"And you will espouse me because if you do not I own I shall be quite contentedness, nay, very depicted object indeed to go a whore if Madame will bear me.

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

"Excellent, for I fear the life of a cocotte would not suit, especially when men choose former ladies, it is very injurious,"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 large bag of Au coins,"Your wife was very popular,"she laughed.

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

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

He dropped us at the end of the drive.

"John the Evangelist,"Em said as the go-cart clattered away.

"I feel unattended, my puss feels empty,"Em complained.

"Are you insatiable ?"I asked,

"I have a wooden pecker up my tush exciting me call up,"she said,"And the cart made me palpate really squiffy."

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

The wooden shaft clattered to the flooring 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 lunar month 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 the Divine showed me how the gentlewoman 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 shaft up my rear end to heighten the pleasure,"Em said,"And afterwards he asked me to get hitched with him !"

"Oh you brazen hussy !"mother protested.

"Sounds much like the way you seduced me Marjory,"father admitted,"Well solves the Cuthbole problem, he won't want you if you're not virginal and it will intercept Gospel According to John's wenching so well done I hope you will both be very felicitous !"

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

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

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