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Written by Jon   
Tuesday, 08 July 2008 01:06
Around the green baize table were tall elegant bottles of the finest purified Swiss water known to mankind. Little dolly ladies in real maid's outfits totterred around silently, sweetly obsequiously distributing Earl Grey and cookies. The committee style arrangement of chairs wrought a seriousness to the centerpiece of the arrangement, flowers cascading atop a mountain of fruits and chocolates.

The internationalists sat around. Suddenly came a "hurrump, hurrump, hurrump" the traditional upperclass call to order and attuned silence.

Lady Mountfitchet, delegate of Stafford Serious Businesswomens guild, leaned back surreptitiously placing a hand behind her posterior and began avidly scratching her cunt whilst wearing a face of general congenial disdain to life.

Young Digbert, delegate of the Completely Camp Young Conservatives guild, sucked in the rarified air, and quivered silently rapt in attention to the seriousness of the proceedings. He fawned with his little fairy eyes at every syllable enunciated by the magnificent Iron Duke of Doncaster.

Digbert had never had sex before in his life, neither with woman, man or barnyard animal. As pure as the driven snow he harboured sick fasinations with power and domination. He was the sickest among his well chosen breathen, and a fine spotty Prime Minister in waiting, salacious for the call to office and "history".

Suddenly the Iron Duke, stopped speaking to the twelve occult internationalists of Great British power and closed proceedings with a witty and erudite analogy that made Lady Mountfitchet giggle like a cracked out schoolgirl.

"The general economic trend, therefore, is as upward and thrusting as my little Emporor - To Wit!" He boomed allowing his cock to rise from it's trouser cave...

Young Digbert had carpet burn on his chin as he took in the absurd sight of the Duke, comparing the whiteboard screen's graph to the trajectory of his gnarled old penis.

Across the table from the oblivious Digbert, sat Holly Biscolli, similarly rapt, but beckoning. At once the Duke leapt towards her, firmly supplanting his now bare arse in the face of the delegate from Bromley, and unceremoniously pushing his "Little Emporor" into the throat of the ever willing Holly Biscolli.

"Don't look shocked old boy, perfect way to end a meeting, dontcha know?" said the lovely Iron Duke whilst cockslaping Holly around the face. "Why don't you let your old chap out and go show to that old harlot MoundFidget?" Yound Digbert moved slowly.

Lady Mountfitchet moved fast. She grabbed young Digbert by his young Conservative mega fringe and more or less made him headbutt her grimy old pootch with his nose. Digbert was not amused. Digbert was highly amused. And aroused. Technique didn't come into it... he was soon a mere vessel of rhythmn as Pain shot inside Young Digbert as his trousers were sharply yanked down and the Little Emporors strike force invaded his arsehole.

The abandoned Holly jupmed into the fruit and chocolates and proceeded to put on a show for several delegates with a couple of mangoes.

Lady Mountfichets crinkled face grimaced and her victorian bodice rippled as she came loudely splashing Young Digbery's face with Old Lady splooge. Duke nearly crushed Digberts head with his boot as he withdrew his strike force swiftly and sank into Lady Mountfichet's sloppy hole.

"Got to give something to the older generation Young sir" the Duke commentated before grunting a wodge of baby juice into the infertile crinkley cooze of the Lady. Digbert was soon however again occupied as the delegate from Bromley laughingly prompted by Miss Holly stuck strawberries followed by a piece of gateaux into his Arsehole.

"In for a penny" Digbert heard before he was filled again with another internationalist Dick, pushing his headfirst again, into the pink hell of Lady Mountfichets salty urchin. When the candidate from Bromley was close he jumped up like a monkey and wrestled the Iron Duke to the ground and shot semen up his nose. Young Digbert blearely gaped in awe.

Holly apeared again from a writhing heap of fatty pinkness under the committe table and took pity on Dilbert. After that, for the first and last time, Digbert lost his virginity. And it was marvellous.

What was even more marvellously precious was the look of love in Digberts eyes when near to coming inside Darling Holly's cunt, as The Iron Dukes hairy arse arrived into his horizen, lowered down and shit into his mouth. Digbert cried tears of joy as his flaccid Penis plopped out of Holly and the one, the only Tony Blair introduced his penis into Digberts shit filled cake cavity.

"it is a pleasure to meet you" Young Digbert gurgled

And then suddenly my mate Shifty brought his pet Horse into the And thats how Constance Digbert died. True story - Someone told me in a pub once.

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Yes that was a "Aristocrats" adaptation for your literary amusement. Be a big old copycat and try and post one of your own more disgusting. Oh and fuck you - no moaning - You read all the way to the fucking end!

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