My journey to becoming master of a house of ill repute, The Exceelsior
Like everyone in the regiment I was acquainted with Colonel C and his family, his unceasing efforts to sire a son had resulted in at least eight daughters and now many of them had reached marriageable age his attempts to marry them off were the thing of regimental legend.
My own service had come to an end and I desired to return home to take up the reins of the family estate as father’s health was ailing.
Thus it was shortly after I was discharged from the army Col C contacted me by courier asking for my help.
It was a serious matter, two of his daughters had eloped with persons of unsuitable character, without any parental permission what so ever.
“Can you assist?” he asked after explaining the situation. “I know I have no authority in this.”
He wasn’t a bad chap, “Yes, but short of marrying them, I will do what I can short of that.” I promised.
Thing is I had no clear notion of what the girls looked like, This was 1855, Late April or early May. so we had no photographs like we have today. So on visiting the Colonels family it was decided his eldest daughter Charlotte should accompany me to Chichester where we believed the girls to be.
Before we departed we were told they had been seen in Brigton and parading along the promenade like peacocks in their finery, having taken no such finery with them.
Charlotte and I went down to Brighton on the morning train, we booked into the Grosvenor Hotel and my senses were alerted when I ordered two rooms and Charlotte joked we might make do with one.
Usually a lady of quality would never joke about such things.
We settled in and went to the promenade, poor Charlotte looked very out of place in her Sunday best, a veritable Pheasant among Peacocks.
We stood out like a sore thumb so reluctantly I took Charlotte shopping for something more ostentatious, admittedly while being somewhat parsimonious with my spending.
I also found her some nice jewelry while insisting they were not gifts and I should have them back, she did however greatly like a pair of emerald ear rings which matched her eyes and I am sure I would have gifted them to her in due course.
Obviously it took a few days to have Charlotte’s new attire made up and I perforce had to venture out alone my uniform, which technically I was no longer entitled to wear, being entirely acceptable in poite society, Fortunately Charlotte found she had a friend living in the town with whom she went to stay for a few days saving me the cost of her hotel room.
However I did notice a couple of young ladies who had a passing resemblance to Charlotte, I saw a chap in Hussars uniform with one and subsequently managed to speak to him, “Excuse my impertinence but did I perchance see you with Miss C earlier?”
“I am afraid you have the advantage of me Sir,” he said, “I am not with any young lady, but I was engaged in conversation by a working girl, a Belle de Nuit, earlier, I declined, I am sorry if you believed me to be making improper advancs but I assure you she made advances to me not myself to her.”
“My dear chap I make no assertions, I do believe I am mistaken.” I apologised.
“I don’t wish to speak out of turn,” the officer explained, "But the young lady wh approached me informed me that she resides at the Hotel Mont Marche and welcomes Gentleman callers.”
“Oh, I do hope I am mistaken,” I apologised, “May I buy you a beer as an apology?”
“Indeed you may sir, I’ll have a Rowbothams Pale Ale,” he agreed.
Three hours later we were best friends as we staggered drunkenly back to our respective lodgings.
I went to the Mont Marche next afternoon. Not one but two younger versions of Charlotte appeared at intervals, alone initially and returning with gentlemen. I drank a few glasses of Ginger Beer at the bar there and then observed the ladies’ modus operandi on the promenade.
It was soon clear that they sought out a particular very well dressed upright gentleman who then directed them to other gentlemen or to whom they brought other gentlemen whom they had ensnared. It was clear this gentleman collected the various fees due for services performed.
I did no more but next day I had Charlotte observe at a distance and had her confirm the two “Ladies" were indeed her sisters. It was as much as I could do to stop her confronting the pair instantly but I had a much better idea or so I thought.
I forsook my room at the Grosvenor to move to the Excelsior, a less prestigious establishment, much used by gentlemen and their mistresses and took a suite of two adjoining rooms communicating door for Charlotte and I, not that I had any improper ideas but so I could spring a surprise.
I installed Charlotte in the second room and went to seek my quarry. I followed a gentleman who had escorted one of the girls and asked him about her, He was most complimentary and took me to see her protector the tall well dressed gentleman.
I explained my particular requirements to the gentleman over a glass of porter at a seaside booth.
It would be expensive, but we agreed a fee and arranged for both girls to attend the Excelsior at four of the clock.
I greeted them in the foyer band took them upstairs, they were like peas in a pod, both younger versions of Charlotte.
There was little time to spare, the arrangement was for one hour only, I disrobed and this encouraged the two to disrobe themselves.
Both wore the most seductive underwear beneath their finery so I bade them retain their corsets and bustiers and discard their pantaloons. “Did the gentleman explain my needs?” I explained.
“He’s no gentleman he’s our pimp!” Ellie announced
“Yes, he’s our pimp,” Sylvie chuckled, “You want us to kiss and cuddle each other first?” she asked.
“And pleasure your selves before I take you each in turn,” I said, “It’s my birthday and I promised myself a treat,” I explained.
“Yes a lot of gentlemen like to have us both serve them,” said Ellie as she eased a few fingers up her vagina readying herself for my dalliance.
My carefully laid plan had Charlotte returning at half past four and catching her sisters undressed and unable to make a swift exit, so I had to enact my part of the scenario, and when the half hour came with both girls roused and leaking I was perforce obliged to perform as we agreed,
They bent over the bed edge side by side rums proudly displayed and I entered frst Ellie then Sylvie from behind, one stroke for Ellie, one for Sylvie, then two each, then three with an extra five guineas for whom ever took my seed. It became a struggle to count the number of strokes let alone hold off ejecting as I waited for Charlotte but then quite suddenly she was upon us flinging the connecting door wide.
“Good god you were supposed to save them not sample them,” Charlotte snapped.
“It was the best way I could devise,” I said and lost control shooting my wad deep inside Sylvie.
“Father will go berserk,” Charlotte shouted.
“Keep your voice down,” I pleaded.
“Nobody will marry me now, not with prostitutes for sisters,” Charlotte insisted, “You will have to!”
“No why should I,” I insisted, “I have behaved towards you with the utmost propriety.”
“Do you call cavorting naked with my sisters in my presence propriety,” she demanded, “It is a ploy to turn my mind and make me want you to take me in their stead.”
“It most certainly is not,” I replied.
“Do you want him to cock you Charlotte,” Ellie asked, “We can hold him down if you like?”
“Yes hold him down and rouse him,” Charlotte agreed, “Then he will have to make me an offer of marriage when he has ruined me.”
“Hey hold hard!” I demanded but Sylvie and Elle had me pinned down and Charlotte discarded her skirts and straddled me before sinking down. I willed my member to shrink but he rose to the occasion bursting her maidenhead like a soap bubble in an instant.
The girls released me and I wriggled out from under Charlotte, I made her turn over opened her bodice, extracted her mounds, “You two suck her tits this will be fuck like no other.”
Somehow they took a nipple each and sucked as I spread Charlottes legs and pounded into her with no consideration what so ever, she shouted and wailed, whether in pleasure or pain I cared not and I kissed her lips as I fingered her sisters to orgasmic delight.
They barely had time to dress before the hour was up, but agreed to meet next day on he promenade.
Then it was time for reckoning, “You have treated me very ill," I challenged, “ I had not the least intention to ravish you and yet you took advantage of me,"
“But you prostituted my sisters!” she accused me.
“That is what they have become, Belles de Nuit, or Belles de Jour this afternoon,” I pointed out.
“So what of your master plan?” Charlotte asked.
“We found them, they seem very well, happy even, so now it is for you to persuade them to come home,” I suggested, “Or them to persuade you to join them in a life of debauchery.”
“I suppose I might as well, no one will want to marry me now,” she admitted.
She picked up her skirts and went to put them on.
“Don’t, I like to see you au naturel, take of your corset and stockings as well, let me see all of you,” I suggested.
I sat on a chair and watched as she obeyed, “Now straddle me and take my member lovingly,” I ordered, “You need to practice if you want to be a success as a whore.”
“I think you are testing whether I can be a loving wife,” she teased.
“Au contraire, I am saving a fortune fornicating freely with you instead of paying your sisters.” I declared.
She gently lowered herself down onto my member, our mouths entwined,” You can’t be caught for a child first time.” I said.
“This is my second,” she said.
“Yes, I suppose I’ll have to wed you if you have one,” I agreed.
We gave up the second room and shared my bed, the next morning we met Ellie and Sylvie.
“We want you to come home,” Charlotte explained, “Give up this life of debauchery.”
“But we like it and it pays very very well, Mr Graham our Pimp says we have a thousand pounds in the bank,” Sylvie asserted.
“Look, he says that, but it will be in his bank and you won’t see a penny,”
“You’re wrong!” they cried and stormed off.
We waited for them to see sense, it took two days, “Mr Graham has left his lodgings and disappeared with our money.” Ellie explained, “We are ruined we cannot pay our bills.”
“I’ll pay,” I agreed.
“We’ll pay you back as soon as we find a new pimp,” they said.
“Look they are all the same, untrustworthy, abandon your life of debauchery,” I insisted.
“John,” they said, I do believe they addressed all their customers as John though it actually was my name, “Why don’t you look after us, be our, er manager, you can have half what we earn as a fee.”
“What. me a Pimp!” I blustered.
“Well you do like fucking us and Charlotte could join in and our other sisters,” Sylvie explained.
“I don’t know,” I said
“I’m not wearing any underwear would you like to feel,” Ellie asked.
“We need to think this through,” I said, “Rationally.”
“Nor am I,” said Sylvie, “And I haven’t had cock since last night.
“I’m sore, he’s insatiable,” Charlotte admitted, “His stuff is still leaking from me.”
I had little choice, I went to the Excelsior and arranged to take the rooms for the rest of the summer season , I paid the girls bill, recovered their belongings and wrote to my parents explaining a new business opportunity had arisen.
To begin with it was hard watching over the girls as all and sundry used them for their base desires, but they seemed to enjoy it, I looked after the money. Each night I had Ellie first, then Sylvie and finally Charlotte.
After a while Charlotte felt she was not contributing and she also started entertaining gentlemen, then another sister Flora joined us, and before long other young women sought my assistance with their finances. It was too much. I almost collapsed but finally Charlotte found me a sweet innocent parlor maid called Mary and banned me from fucking anyone else, apart from her that is.
Looking back I suppose I was a fool, but a fool with a quite a substantial fortune and some wonderful memories.
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