The Upper Floof



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

Leather hot seat and oak panels, the tone of tobacco heavy on the air, talking of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the tables as our air hostess catered to our every need.

Milly, Molly, Moira, genus Melissa, Mary, their name calling all started with an M. They looked quite demure despite uniforms cut to ensure their charm were always displayed. Neatly corseted waistline with their breasts upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight pitch-dark jackets with silver buttons cut to slip one's mind 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.

Au Nipple and Clitoris rings twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with seams arrow straight set off blench elegant thighs and calf while their painted toe nails peeped from elegant high up heeled brake shoe. Neat little rabbits fag end attached to slight plugs pressed firmly up their tight bottoms and all set off by jaunty trivial lid with necklaces anchor ring and earrings dripping with jewel. And all quick to perform each and any service 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 level of the club. sassing, back passage and uterus alike available to any member's extremity and all bar oral fissure available to a members finger or glossa though of course of action shows of affection such as kissing upon the lip were not allowed

They worked in relays, obviously Milly mollie et al were not their literal names, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A curve finger, a gesture and they would stroll across and if indicated would straddle us and simply settle down upon our members. Or suckle a limp snake to rigidity, or bring an ice cold beer or liqueuras our whim dictated..

Sometimes they got it unseasonable, one senior gentleman admitting,"Ye graven image I only wanted a whisky,"as Malia extracted his member from his fly and began to suck.

But enough backdrop detail, back to this most particular evening.


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

"Here ? Why ?"I replied.

"motivation another damned tomfool to play cards,"he said drunkenly.

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

The game was stove poker, Club formula, Aces High.

Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to deal out the cards. Her forget thumb rested within the folds of her quim pleasuring herself as all the fille were instructed to do while idling. Her strip breasts with golden rings 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.

"Teddy's in a spot of bother,"Simmonds gloated.

"Bet his damned family 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 leisurely old chum, society rules."Simmonds pointed out,"Needs outside player to win it then Teddy can win it back do you see ?"

"You're a bloody fool teddy bear,"I said, as looked at the broken shell of a man that fifty twelvemonth of idling drinking and gaming had created."mountain me in."

teddy bear, 4th Earl of Latchmere, Maker GlenAvon and various early titles was several social classes above my lowly station yet many one thousand of guineas poorer.

I may have been brought up as the local parson's son but t'was well known I was the Lord of the manor's cocksucker and had his craft and occupation acumen. As well as a talent for cards.

I looked at my cards.

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

"I'll raise all in,"I said and Clearwater folded.

I took the note.

"Thank God !"shift sighed.

"Not so fast,"I insisted,"I fear you need to read a lesson, what collateral shall you provide ?"

teddy looked aghast,"I have none."

"Three unmarried girl,"Simmonds laughed.

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

"commodity god man, don't be an oaf,"Teddy snapped.

"well sir I am a asshole by birth, though hardly an oaf,"I suggested,"Which child shall you proffer ?"

"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 have a go at it a grin into her !"Simmonds laughed.

"Hardly, I shall sell to Madame to defray my expenses,"I explained.

"go my daughter into a woman of the street. Never !"Teddy protested.

"Well I shall countenance ten twenty-four hour period to annul the house."I offered.

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

"No Teddy needs a lesson,"I insisted,"I'll interchange my home for the daughter whom I shall deal to madame as a whore."

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

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

Clearwater sought me out,"chemise rigged you,"he confided,"That daughter, 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 spring of Lesbos, and I truly believe far from paying for her magical spell you would have to pay any self respecting chap to hump her,"

"I just wanted to instruct the old fool a lesson, '' I explained,"If this so call female child is indeed XIX summers gone then I'll just let the matter quietly drop-off, have a few Whiskeys and forget it. ``

But I had not reckoned with the redoubtable missy Hilary.

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

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

"What ?"I demanded.

"Hilary something or other."Mary suggested and the aforementioned 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 whore as one could reasonably get in a female. I would depone she was smart from forking the dung from the horse cavalry stalls. Her fuzz was a mess where it spewed out from her riding hat, her clothes a filthy brownness coat and scrape tight riding britches. Her human face screwed with ira and hatred.

"No,"I corrected her."As a harlot, a chattel to be used and abused by any as desires it for a modest fee,"

"What !"she snapped.

"A whore to be available to any gentleman who desires her,"I insisted."That was our arrangement. Though desirous gentlemen may be barely as your smiler would fright a whole kindred of Zulus let alone a shy civilized gentleman."

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

"Submit to none indeed,"I surmised,"I would evoke that on the opposite you are in urgent, nay immediate need of a phone pronging."

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

"Madam a thousand Guinea would not induce me to prong you,"I said flippantly.

"Good, we are agreed,"she agreed.

"So I shall accept to pay some guttersnipe or urchin to do the human action in my place, more expense,"I said shaking my head in resignation.

She went to excise me. I caught her wrist an inch no more from her raking my fount with her long filthy digit nails.

She stank of gymnastic horse, a strangely earthy smell which raised question 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 father to repeal my house forthwith."

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

"Submit or the agreement is vitiate !"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 back of a chair for her as she tentatively undid one of the buttons on her bodice, than a second.

Her finger's breadth trembled, with veneration or anger I knew or cared not. The push parted and the bodice swelled. Clearly her mounds were much constricted. It caught my attention. My member stirred again.

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

"No !"she said widely eyed but I knew in that blink of an eye that she was ripe for the pickings. Her teats stiffened and extended.

"woman of the street's agglomerate are ever freed, shall you like that ?"I asked.

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

"Swinging as free as the shuttlecock. And their cunts, exposed at all time or plugged with thumb or dildo,"I said in a hoarse menacing whisper."useable to all."

"Do not piddle away with me !"she said.

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

"Shears Mary, let us skin the rabbit."Mary obediently fetched the enceinte scissors or small shears from the drawer in the side table.

I made an section into the leggings one-half way up Hilary's thigh and started to cut away the screening. She near froze in veneration. A 1 cut up one leg round the crotch and down the other. Then a single curving cut upwards towards the waist and back down revealing her underwear as the flap of material fell away.
Three more snips from the razor shrill blades and the underthings came away and revealed a mass of hairy moist curls and beneath a hairy moistened cunt. My member showed a decided interest and he uncurled uncomfortably within the constriction of me breeches.

"Do you know I think I will sleep together you after all."I declared."The Virgin loosen my belted ammunition and lower my breeches if you please."

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

"guidebook my extremity in Mary if you please."I requested.

"It ent fair, 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 penis towards Hilary's pouting quim.

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

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

I felt no underground from her maidenhead, but there were streaks of red afterward so I presume she had been virgo intacta and I enjoyed a distinctly average gallop though at an unexpected meter of day, finishing with a prosper or at least nine good spurt of good low Born cock juice in her blue vagina.

"Mary for god 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 have to use the wheeling pin,"I suggested,"But this sentence wash it before rolling out the pastry."

She blushed deep red,"Very well sir."she agreed.

"Or perhaps you could accept this whore learn how to use her fist ?"I suggested with a wink.

Hilary jerked back to realness, her consistence may have swum with excitement but now she faced reality, instead of honey she had been fucked as a pass clip. I had no more desire for her to drop my offspring than I had to dance the Viennese waltz stark naked at the gates 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 Madonna an hour or so later. The tin tub was upended on the kitchen floor.
Bathwater spread across the floor towards the drain. Hilary lay naked on the flag as she suckled Blessed Virgin's massive tit and rhythmically pressed her clenched fist into Marys twisty cunt. Mary only ever wore a simple smock and she too was most bare as her smock was largely around her neck.

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

Brabbinger my groom coughed. He had been watching from the shadows."The Lester Willis Young lady's horse sir ?"he queried.

"She's no Lady, she's a stand whore,"I replied as I watched Hilary pleasuring Mary,"Shall you take a jab ?"

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

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

"shenanigan they has sir, Virginia reel you in like,"he says,"Me I likes horses."

Images raced through my judgement,"Quite so."I agreed,"Feed and water the horse would you, no send Bible to my golf-club, have a uniform sent and a teething ring, take the harlot's horse."I laughed at my own relapse into poetry,"whore's horse"indeed.

There is only a finite time one can watch out cleaning woman pleasuring each early especially untempting ones, so after no More than seven instant, twelve at the outside, I went about my business.

Brabbinger returned within the half hour with fille Middleton, one of Madame's toilet table, a weasel faced savourless chested crone of around thirty five summertime and 30 thousand men, a street whore with nimble digit an eye for knockout and a talent for fitting corsets, stockings brake shoe and tail plugs as well as the artists touch which with blusher and powder turns the dullest scullery maidservant or rich cook into an object of desire.

"Oh my Maker, 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 crust, bend over I wish to fuck 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 digit and riff she advanced upon Hilary even as she continued to pleasure Madonna 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 column inch up her ass and a three up her quim,"Middleton opined as she withdrew her fingerbreadth and wiped them on a cloth,"20 three inch shank, its like making a silk wedding dress out of a pigs ass,"she said sadly.

"Have some decorum woman !"I snapped.

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

I gave up and walked off.

An hour later and 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 middle on Hilary's now ringed clitoris and shaved pubic bone now framed by stocking tapeline and her knell teats now upthrust by a sozzled black corset.

"Don't judgment 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 leg and a long fat hairy prong, I'll bet there was more hair on his nut than on a Rabbi's chin.

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

He grasped her firmly and in a trice was Hilary pushed against the field table and he sank his prong within her soft moist quim. His hirsute ass bobbled up and down and in and out as he thrust his colossus forcibly into her womb.

She barely protested. Her parts were aroused by the rings and the potions applied to her viscera by Middleton's agile fingers.

"Oh my overlord !"she wailed,"I am in Heaven !"

Now to be quite honest there is petty as dis spiriting as finding one's servant has a prong unquestionably Lake Superior to one's own both in distance and girth and vim, and I turned on my hound and strode away after no Thomas More than ten minutes at the outside.

The way he kneaded her boob and crushed her lip with his lips was quite obscene, while the way she raked his backrest with her nails was quite uncalled for and the grunts and protest of love was such to make 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 get Hilary attired in a cloak. which hid her component part. I saw she walked awkwardly.

"Finished already ?"I asked Middleton.

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

"Show 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 genitals which clearly held quim and anal plugs in place.

"Open her up I wish to try 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 it on her to your nerve content this eve but for now I must deliver her to Madame before my particular man arrives."

"Special valet ?"I queried.

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

"Oh be gone,"I sighed.

I followed along to the Club later, after fending off Captain James Cook'suggestions that her ass was as tight as anyone's slit, something demonstrably out of true, and by dinner time I was gorging myself on salt pork barrel and onions 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 celebrity and every gentleman seemingly had invention 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 come rather the worse for boozing gave me an wickedness whimsey which I proceeded to put in train.

"Teddy won't you join me ?"I asked as he staggered by,"pauperism a third gear for a threesome, new tart want breaking in don't cha know."


"What ho, yes rather, three way eh, top hole."he stammered out his common string of commonplace and sat down at my table. Milly mollie or some such brought chemise a phonograph record of pork and he began to guzzle on it greedily.

Hilary had seemingly metamorphosed into Melissa, a brightly red ball gag now flilled her backtalk, a solve signal of what we called a screamer. 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.

Teddy was about to start on his orchard apple tree pie when Madame brought Hilary over.

He barely showed any interest but ordered."Capital, just straddle me wench 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 dick from therein.

It sprawled almost lifeless along his belly but it reared soon enough as Hilary straddled him and sank down until her piano garden pink quim rested gently upon his length.

It reared like an Indian snake smoothie's snake, a veritable python. Spearing upwardly towards her innards. It seemed quite freaky. Teddy about to bonk his own daughter unknowingly.

He reached down and aimed his hammer 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 have intercourse greedily.

shimmy laughed,"Bally gamekeeper, spitting persona of the sod, cuckolded d'ya see ?"He explained,"Never was me girl, should give birth fucked her years ago."

I shook my point, I had been bamboozled again."Going to climb on ?"Teddy asked,"proceeds the shopkeeper's, three way and all that ?"

"Ah no, I just remembered I have to see old Graithwaite about some job,"I said as Hilary bounced up and down far too energetically on her supposed father's prick and I left them to their joyous union.

I cursed, far from teaching Teddy a moral 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 queer and slept only fitfully.

The morning brought further tribulations.

Hilary's honest-to-god Sister. A weasel faced, wasp waisted spinner completely devoid of female appendage or so it seemed she arrived at some ungodly 60 minutes when no gentleman or ma'am should be abroad and demanded to see me.

Captain James Cook relayed the info that she was downstairs. I looked at my sentinel."Ye gods its lonesome 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 grapple without,"I answered,"I shall come down straightway."

"Better put thee britches on kickoff,"she laughed.

"No, damn it, I shall come as I am,"I insisted and down I went in my nightshirt to recognize the woman.

"young woman 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 Equus caballus,"she replied sarcastically,"But to be honest I wanted to see exactly what sort of a fool my father has been conniving with."

"And have you seen ?"I asked.

"Oh yes,"she replied,"You surpass my mop up expectation by some considerable margin."

"wealthy person you merely come to insult me or had you some early determination in creative thinker ?"I asked.

"Actually,"she said,"I have, you humiliate my father, prostitute my sister and ruin my chances of making a in force 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.

"dame 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 tale when I scream and say how you tore my clothes and sought to dishonor me."

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

I grasped the shoulder of her dress and it ripped right down the front man, I ripped aside the bindings of her mounds freeing them,"Remind me, did I outrage you or merely attempt to ?"

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

"Twenty Tanzanian shilling for your purity !"I offered.

"I meant matrimony,"she said,"Dear god are you really this dazed ?"

"pudding head yes heroic no,"I confirmed,"Though your teats are most allure and are roused if I am not mistaken."

"You are mistaken,"she insisted.

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

"No to a greater extent than yours,"she quipped.

I looked down. My appendage was pressing my nightshirt out like a tent pole.

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

"He fucks me ass mostly,"Cook interjected.

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

"Hilary said it was tiny,"Miss Latchmere observed,"But it looks monstrous !"

I sighed,"Shut your rattling and lay for me, then you can demonstrate the magistrate your charge clothes and a honest creaming within your parts."

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

"Here on the level !"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 have it away it was the most romanticistic motion she had ever known ? The inadequate daughter's quim was soaking with anticipation and in a bit as soon as had bared it my prong had found a new home.

Her tight virgin cunt gripped my extremity."Make love life to me !"she pleaded.

"This madam is merely a simple screw,"I explained as I started to hump her,"Though I own a very agreeable one."

"Oh that makes me sense so prissy,"she said and she smiled.

"Really ?"I queried,"Usually charwoman ask if I have finished yet, or attain some sarcastic remark."

"No, its really nice, oh my god, its really nice."she said as the bulwark of her Virgo the Virgin cunt instinctively began to milk my cock.

It was all too much and suddenly a great torrent of seed dead reckoning 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.
"ingest it in your hand like thus,"I heard Cook saying as someone gripped my cock in their mitt,"He ent much of a cocksman, one spurt wonder,"Cook opined,"Still a bit of a sucking 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 word, yes."she agreed.

"You are an ageing weasel faced flat chested spinner, why should I take note of you ?"I asked.

She thought a moment"Because my firstborn boy child shall inherit Church Father's rubric, should you not like your son to be the Earl Latchmere, the 5th Baron Latchmere ?"

"And ?"I queried.

She thought a bit."My sister is a whore and she can pass on all manner of whorish tricks to keep you satisfied in the bed chamber."

"Good compass point,"I agreed,"On your rear I wish to have a go at it you again."


To be continued.

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