Miss Hastings debauched

It was one week since I delivered Miss Hastings to the Bordello in Hythe known as the “Green Room.”

Her father had pleaded with me to spare her from the workhouse when I had them thrown out of the property in Brighton Road which he had forfeit on failure to repay my loan with the necessary promptitude.

Hastings had a liking for gambling which quite exceeded his talent. He owed money everywhere, his property was mortgaged, and not once but it seemed to many different persons at once, and to be blunt enough is enough, I had to move before others with equal claim stole the property away from me.

Hastings and Lady Hastings went to the debtors prison, and in accordance with Hastings wishes I spared Miss Hastings the indignity of the Workhouse and delivered her to the Bordello.

She was no beauty, a smile would have caused her face to split like a ripe turnip, but to her credit she accepted her fate with commendable stoicism.

My appointment was two of the clock. I had asked for the cheap room with the hard bed and no floor covering and paid for no extras, no maids uniform or anything, why she could be naked for all I cared, but I promised I would “Keep an eye on her,” and I was a man of my word.

Madame greeted me and Yvette shewed me to the room. I declined a glass of claret and sat down on the bed to await Miss Hastings.

She knocked on the door and entered when I said “Come in.”

“Good afternoon sir.” she said.

“And to you Miss Hastings are you well?” I asked as she entered. I must confess I was taken aback when I saw she wore only a cheese cloth shift. Previously she had always been dressed in crinolines and gowns buttoned to the neck but now I saw a pleasantly flat belly and pleasant bosoms through the thin material.

“I am indeed, I thank you,” she replied.

“Good, good,” I agreed, “I promised your father I would keep an eye on you, keep you safe.”

“And I thank you for it,” she agreed.

This was not the response I had expected.

“And how do you like being used carnally like a common whore?” I enquired.

“I like it very much My Lord,” she replied.

“Good, Good,” I replied for I was completely nonplussed by her reply.

“And your favourite form of fornication?” I enquired.

“I like to suck a Gentleman’s Gentleman’s appendage whilst an other Gentleman forces his own appendage within my bottom.” she replied. “But I own I have a liking for it when a Gentleman withdraws his appendage from my mouth at the point of discharge and precipitates his seed all over my face and has it drip on my bosoms.”

“So anything except your womb is available for use and abuse?” I queried.

“Indeed but I must insist on a small surcharge for using that particular orifice least I fall for a child,” she explained.

“Why?” I queried, “When with child you will not bleed, will not need to take time while the bleeding stops? Your breasts will swell and cheeks become rosy, where is the harm?”

“None I suppose, except the child will need my love.” she suggested.

“Absolute tosh, wrap it in brown paper and leave it on the Convent steps and have done with it,” I counselled.

“Oh My Lord you are so clever,” She cooed sarcastically, “How lucky am I to have such a protector!”

She smiled. She had rather nice little teeth, the sort that afforded no threat to the male appendage when inserted within the mouth. She was in fact quite hansom.

“Are you hot?” she asked, “I am terribly hot.” she declared and pulled her shift over her head, “Ah that’s much nicer.”

She sat before me entirely naked. She cupped her breasts, “Do you like what you see?” she asked.

“Yes, yes I do,” I admitted.

“Oh I am so pleased,” she confessed, “I really do hope that I may do some small thing to repay you for your kindness.”

“The twenty thousand guineas you father owes me would be a good beginning,” I suggested.

“Obviously that is beyond my means,” she admitted, “But perhaps I could show you something of what I have learned under Madame’s tutelage.”

“And what exactly have you learned my dear?” I enquired.

“To think of England,” she admitted, “If I dream of sunlit meadows, lambs gambolling, birds singing, windmill sails slowly turning in the gentle breeze, then no matter how odious the person abusing me I can bear their attentions quite amiably, indeed you may insert your member in any or all my orifice’ and I should not care one jot.”

“And which one would you recommend?” I asked.

“Why my anal passage of course,” she admitted, “Then I shall not have to look at your odious face.”

“Unless we fornicate before the mirror?” I countered.

“As you see there is no mirror,” She observed, “But Madame’s own room has a mirrored ceiling so one may watch each movement of a Gentleman’s buttocks as he thrusts his filth within one.”

“And how much to hire that room?” I asked.

“Oh no, it is for Madame’s favoured courtesans,” she declared, “It is not for base whores such as I.”

“Are you not a favoured courtesan with your fine airs and graces?” I enquired.

“Oh my lord no,” she confessed, “Fine Gentlemen are so very particular, they demand clean clothes, clean hair, fine perfume and all require all sorts or pampering before their members can be persuaded to stir from its slumbers, indeed for the most part they prefer another gentleman for their pleasure.”

“Yes, I do believe they do,” I laughed.

She continued earnestly, “Whereas the common person is so grateful for my attentions that they often expel immediately upon entering my person and often before so doing so I might earn three pence ten times over in the time a Gentleman pays two shillings for and after that I need to bathe and don a clean shift or at the very least wash my orifices out and put on a clean smock. It is much more lucrative to serve the lower orders my Lord.

“So I am causing you a loss of remuneration?” I enquired.

“Indeed,” she admitted.

“So shall I go?” I asked.

“No, I cannot in all conscience charge you if you leave here unstated,” she admitted, “Madame would be most unhappy at such a state of affairs. Indeed I should prefer it if you were to use me forthwith and do so swiftly that I might make a rapid return to my business.”

“I must admit your acceptance of your fate is somewhat unexpected,” I admitted.

“Why?” she demanded, “Are not the serving wenches you bed with such ease eager to be sampled and abused? Many are younger than I, why should my carnal lusts be less?” she asked. “In fact.”

She grasped a candle from the candle holder at the bedside and thrust it between the lips of her womanhood, “You must excuse me, I have not had a man for nigh on a half hour and my parts are feeling neglected.”

“Indeed, I have no objection,” I agreed.

She peered at me intently. “Your breeches are swelling, you must not suffer on my account, please release your member and do as you will.”

“I shall do no such thing!” I countered.

“Oh let me,” she exclaimed and she ripped away at my breeches fly and extracted my member despite my protests.

“Ah very modest,” she observed, as she held him gently in her palm. “A member to please a fine lady or a young virgin, I own it would afford me barely the least pleasure, why I should barely know whether it was in or out.”

“Miss Hastings no one has ever complained!” I insisted.

“Well the would not would they?” She explained, “Whores will be pleased that you cause minimal disturbance and maids will know nought different. I by contrast have experienced a wide variety of members, Cocks and Pricks being the regular vernacular, most wider in girth and longer than your modest sausage. Black ones, veined ones, circumcised ones, straight, bent, twisted, all sorts of appendages and I have yet to find one I cannot accommodate.”

With that she sank her head down and took my member in her mouth and sucked.

It was heaven, she opened her mouth wider and my cock and even my balls sank out of sight in her visage. Her tongue flicked along my length rousing me to ever greater excitement, I let my mind wander in order to prolong the enjoyment and thrust gently against her to increase the pleasure.

I sensed my moment approaching, she clearly sensed it as well for she pulled away releasing me.

“Quickly,” she whispered and she lay back on the bed with her legs spread to the utmost. She grabbed me by the shirt front and pulled me to her and as she did so so guided my appendage within her.

I sank within the soft warm moistness.

“There sink your appendage among the filth of a thousand tradesmen,” she cooed as she pulled me towards her, “The diseased spendings of labourers, farm workers, the unwashed the dishevelled, the corrupt.”

She continued to rant in the same vein, “ Every base loathsome miscreant and felon has mixed his poison within me and now you too shall share my disease.”

“Oh Miss Hastings you say the most wonderful things,” I commended her and I thrust to my utmost in order to pleasure her.

Her brow furrowed in consternation. Her breathing became ragged. I ground against her and kissed her ear.

“Oh no,” she protested and she shuddered with pleasure as her moment overcame her and in that same moment I expelled most copious within her.

We stilled together. Our hearts raced. I held her still as my member shrank.

“I must commend Madame for her instruction,” I averred, “For you are indeed the very epitome of common whore, indeed the basest base whore, such an immense fall in such a short time, shall you fall further and forgo the comfort of the bordello to fornicate in the filth of the side streets?”

“I had not considered that but it may be a pleasant diversion,” she suggested, “Shall you join me there?”

“Oh no, there are many more alluring than you my dear,” I replied, “I only attend upon you to enquire after your health, I have no desire to repeat this experience.”

“Oh pray less haste,” she councelled, “Why you have not rammed your appendage up my back passage, neither have you whipped me or expended your seed over my face.”

“And you should relish such?” I enquired.

“If you should receive a disease as a consequence I should deem it entirely pleasurable,” she insisted.

“You should consider it pleasurable in any case madam,” I retorted, “I felt your pleasure in my release.”

“It was revulsion, not pleasure I assure you my Lord,” she insisted.

“Indeed, so it was revulsion was it, well well,” I concurred, “Well it pleased me well enough, how much am I in your debt?,”

“I generally charge three pence but for you I will do a special tariff of five shillings,”she insisted.

I thought a moment “I shall pay one guinea, and for that I shall demand sole use of all your charms for an entire day.”

“You flatter yourself sir,” she countered, “For I shall drain you dry within a half hour.”

“Undoubtedly but I rather relish having you on hand to do my bidding, a sort of naked bed chamber slave.”

“Sir I am a whore not a serving wench,” she insisted.

“Imagine the humiliation for your mother if she came to dine and you served the meal entirely naked,” I suggested.

“Oh kill me now, drown my spirit and have done with it,” she suggested sarcastically, “Though in actuality I fear I should slit your throat with the utensils.”

“I thought you envisaged a long slow death from disease for me?”

“I could maim you perhaps, let you die a long and painful death.” she suggested.

I held her tenderly, “What are you doing?” she demanded. I lifted her and set her down so her legs slid outside mine. My member reared anew.

“I desire a fresh does of your poison,” I confessed, “Let me spear you anew.”

“With pleasure,” she agreed, “Oh, I mean with no pleasure what so ever,” but she let herself be impaled. Easily and willingly, her woman’s lips parted as easily as the petals of a Rose and her parts were as moist as a ripe blue berry. “I hate you.” she said.

“I know you do, and it heightens my pleasure immensely,” I admitted, “Were you to profess love and entreat me to enter you I should not for one moment consider using you,” I declared as I took the opportunity to caress her teats. They reared alluringly. She tried to scowl but could not as pleasure overwhelmed her.

“You hateful man,” she raged, “You can not even allow me the courtesy of finding your attentions objectionable, you have to rouse me to excess passion, so suffer sir, see how you enjoy being ravished.”

She grasped my head and forced her mouth upon mine, forcing her tongue between my lips and between my teeth. Like a wildcat she forced herself upon me and I responded in kind until my member stretched beyond reason suddenly exploded within her. This time I was

completely sated.

“That was excellent,” I commended her, “Do you know I believe I should take you home forthwith and have you when ever and where ever you desire.”

“Where I desire?” she asked, “Surely you mean where you desire?”

“I care not,” I suggested, “However to business.” She slid from my appendage and sat upon the bed. “I shall advance sufficient fund to release your parents from debtors prison and purchase a small house for their abode. Your mother shall take your place here and your father shall attend as handyman. For this you shall repay me at the rate of six pence per penetration until the debt is paid.”

“You cannot be serious!” she pleaded, “Mother will never countenance it!”

“Why not,” I suggested, “Your father wagered her services often enough, and yours I’ll wager!”

“It was our secret,” she said sadly.

“Then do we have an agreement?” I enquired.

“What choice have I?” she enquired.

“Excellent!” I agreed as I made myself decent.

I made an agreement with Madame and took Miss Hastings home with me, my home being her father’s former abode on which I had foreclosed.

I explained the rules, “You serve me when and where I desire. The rest of your time is your own but you are diseased so you may fornicate with none but myself, should you defy me I shall have Unclean branded across your forehead.”

“Then brand me now sir for I shall fornicate freely with all and sundry,” she challenged.

“I do believe the morning will be soon enough,” I suggested, “But first meet the staff.”

She came reluctantly to the kitchen where I addressed the staff, “This is Jane, formerly Miss Hastings who is my new whore,” I declared. “Anyone consorting with her will be dismissed forthwith and be it a Gentleman he shall be run through before being dismissed on the undertakers slab, do I make myself clear?”

They nodded as one, “How should we address her Master?” The Butler enquired.

“Whore, or perhaps Jane, as one would a lower order.” I ordered.

“I am a Gentlewoman!” Miss Hastings protested.

“You’re a whore, bend over the kitchen table I wish to use you,” I ordered., “Clear a space for her.”

She glared at me.

“Do as I say, bend and raise your smock I wish to fornicate with you,” I repeated.

“Oh very well,” she agreed. She bent over the table and raised her smock to reveal her buttocks.

I undid my breeches and let them fall. Gracie the silly young chambermaid gasped at my manhood but I had eyes for none but Miss Hastings.

I aimed my member for her softness and slid inside with the greatest of ease. To a man the staff applauded.

“Why applaud?” Miss Hastings enquired.

“Cause him made thee his wife in common law a course,” Cook exclaimed, “Fucking ‘afore more than five witnesses and thee be wed.”

“Oh you Philistine,” Miss Hastings declared., “Have you not heard of the Church?”

“We likes this better,” Cook declared, “I reckon I could use a portion, any takers?”

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