Captain Hirst's Virgin Brigid

The room was suddenly mute, all hinged upon the tour of a carte. master Cashmire watched intently as I turned over my live card. An Ace.

The colour drained from his face.

"But you were bluffing, the heart on your neck"he stammered.

"mettle my Creator,"I assured him,"Just nerves, you may well induce had a victor hand.

"My God Cashers, you've lost it all !"Bunty Buntingthorpe exclaimed.

I looked around as Mallinson acting as waiter, or Croupier as the frenchies have it, pushed the immense pile of scrap and Cashmire's bill towards me. I was not particularly excited, I just wanted to teach the old mark a lesson.

"good God Cashers,"lord Althwaite chipped in,"You just bet your estate and lost !"

"He cheated !"Cashmire protested,"His neck !"

"Hardly cheating old boy, '' Allthwaite laughed,"Ace up the sleeve that's cheating, not flabby neck opening muscles."

"I demand the opportunity to win it back !"Cashmire blustered.

"Indeed, what did you bid to wager ?"I ventured.

"Your daughter, all five maybe ?"Bunty suggested.

"Yes, may daughter's award against the demesne !"he insisted.

I concurred. He lost. Again. He fainted. I bade my friends good bye and retired to my lodgings.

Bunty roused me succeeding day. He insisted I went to Cashmire commons forthwith to claim my prize.

I concurred. We arrived at noon. Lord Cashmire greeted us."So which one will you choose ?"

He took us to the withdrawing room.

"I am afraid in addition to losing my the three estates in a game of Poker last evening I also wagered my daughters honour,"He explained,"I did not specify which daughter so Captain Hirst has come to choose."

"Ah, My noble,"We came to talk about the topic,"I explained.

"So choose,"he ordered waving his arm at a panoply of daughters.

"I am spoken for,"said the eldest,"As am I"said another. One by one they cast their eyes down. The vernal held my stare."I am not of age !"she said firmly.

"Your name ?"I asked.

"Amelia !"she replied.

"And shall you be of age three years hence when I return from India ?"I asked.

"Of line,"she snapped her optic blazing.

"Then I shall pick out you my dear,"I averred,"We shall wed on my reappearance and take your honour, until then I shall entrust the management of my estate to your able hands."

"You shall never take my honour !"she railed.

I bade them farewell. Three years hence they would consume forgotten me.

We embarked for Republic of India the day after the adjacent, and I did not turn back for three farseeing and bloody years.

Our battle weary regiment landed at Portsmouth three eld and eight months to the day after departing. I had much to do. Our officer corp decimated by the savages of the Khyber pass and the malarious infection and illnesses which abound in that god forsaken land.

I went as captain and returned as substantive Colonel, surely to return to the social status of John Major when the war place became aware of my battleground promotion.

It was Bunty who reminded me of God Almighty Cashmire and the land. Bunty at my incline throughout the campaign, a true friend.

We went to Cashmire Park a few days after landing. Bunty professed a liking for Cashmire's second untried so we went in richly spirits.

Lord Cashmire met us. hang and blurry eyed. He was completely befuddled. Lady Cashmire had to speak for him.

"I should apologise for my husband captain,"she said levelly,"But I shall not for he is a broken man."

"I am sorry to see that,"I replied.

"Are you, it is entirely your shift !"she snapped.

"Look, My Lady, I came to resolve the issue, I never sought to direct your estates."I explained,"Just teach the deterrent example of the evil of gambling."

"Well tell that to Amelia. She is ruined and My husband is a let out man, broken Captain."she protested.

"So where shall I notice Ameila ?"I enquired.

"Somewhere you shall never find her,"she told us bluntly."As soon as she knew you were home she determined that you should never take her honour."

"But where, a Monastery ? '' I queried

"No Captain, sadly not,"his Lordship said sadly,"She now resides in a bawdy house near Portsmouth Dockyard."

"What, what are your saying ?"I demanded.

"She would not bow to you,"Her Ladyship replied,"She intended to do away with herself but she decided not to as she wanted to see you suffer."

I sat down without being asked,"Good god, I never meant, I mean, perhaps I would have wooed her but I would never have taken, you know, forced.."

"wellspring you should consume told her that !"Lady Cashmire insisted.

It was awful,"Where will I bump her ?"I asked

"The Agamemnon, near the waterfront,"master Cashmire informed me,"She says she likes it very much."

I felt sick.

We made our escape. We returned to Pompey to look for Amelia. We knew of the Agamemnon, it was notorious, it was named after a 64 gun Man o War to draw sailors.

We found it easily. A declamatory rather shabby construction near the naval dockyard gates and despite the hour, not yet 5 of the clock was already filled with boozy leghorn and base whores.

We went in,"Shouldn't go in there sirs,"the doorman insisted,"Ain't no respect for officers in there sirs."

"I thank you but I have business with a lady !"I insisted.

"Ain't no madam in here sirs, only Oars."he said,"But don't let me abide between thee and thee pleasure."

We entered the darkness. sailors sat on benches quenching their thirst with watery beer instead of their usual lime juice and grog. Ladies if such term could be applied to establish women, raised their skirts for a few coins to show up their debar pubes and let the men paw at their individual parts.

A bawdy buss on the sassing, a quiet parole and a prosperous navy man would whisk a wench away up the stair to some private space of some such. Sometimes a group of Panama would take a giggling wench up the stairs with them.

A wench looked up from her fellow,"Oh look, an officer !"she laughed,"And what do you require sir ! Poke a bird up the ass like thee does thee batman I'll wager !"

"Insolent doll, I would no more poke a batman than put my penis in a Python mouth,"I averred,"I seek Amelia !"

"Oh god,"she said."Oh my lord, You're that captain aint you ?"she gasped,"She said you was evil and ugly like a monster and a donkey, but you ent, are you ?"

"You know her ?"I demanded, She nodded."Then submit me to her !"I demanded.

"Look she went up not ten mo since,"she said,"With some sailors."

"Take me to her I say,"I demanded. she demurred. I gave her a silver coin, she gave it back.

"I'll display you where, '' she ordered,"Follow me, just break me twopence for my trouble."

I did as she said. I followed her up the stairs, yesteryear suite where the speech sound of mania resonated and reverberated through the ill fitttng door, along cruddy stained corridors of creaking floorboard and up again to smaller meaner rooms.

Our guide opened a door. The small cramped room was filled with sailor boy. The ceiling sloped down along one side where the room was set against the cap. An iron bedstead took much of the outer space and a young girl with blond hair lay on the filthy stained mattress. Her poor once Patrick Victor Martindale White smock was up around her waist and down around her waist revealing her mounds upon which two sailors were sucking while a tertiary had his member firmly embedded in the girls innards, and endeavouring to force it even further in.

I was shocked that Amelia could come to this.

"Oops sorry, wrong one !"our guide simpered.

The adjacent room was similar. The ceiling again sloped down, an Fe bed with maculate mattress near filled what had been a servant's way and sailor boy near filled the supererogatory space. This fourth dimension the wench was kneeling over the bed with just one sailor serving her with his member rammed firmly up her backside.

"Ohh, Sorry,"our skirt said awkwardly,"Must be the next one."

It was not, we moved on until finally a threshold opened.

I stood in talk mental rejection. The way was the Same as the others but the dame was not abed. She was between two sailors. Her legs and subdivision wrapped around one lucky chap upon whose member she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his fellow member forced deep into her backside. She was laughing. Her teeth daze white, her aureate hair swirling, her mounds were crushed against the leghorn's chest as apart from her stockings she was completely naked.

She looked at me,"Hello John, are you side by side ?"she asked.

My articulatio genus buckled,"No, Yes,"I blustered.

"Then wait outside if you please, I have gentlemen to pleasure, and they have me to please !"She grasped the sailor more than firmly and thrust against him even more forcefully, forcing him ever cryptic,"contribute it to me,"she husked,"You know you want to."

Her oculus widened as the sailor reached the point of button and as he did so she contrived to buss him replete on the lips yet somehow she still managed to gaze at me.

I stood in the doorway transfixed."I expect they will change ending succeeding,"my chick said,"Shall I suckle your member to urinate you squeamish and stiff ready for when she's absolve ?"

"Ah, no I thank you,"I said sincerely for my sap was already fully risen.

"Ohhh, I see you are a big boy aren't you,"she giggled,"You'll burst your breeches if you don't get rest period soon !"

"I can't understand,"I confessed. My wench closed the door. There was a pocket-size wooden bench. We sat together.

"See there's women and there's women,"she explained,"Some likes a well visual perception to and some don't, some pretend to wish a good seeing to but don't and some pretends not and grows bitter when they don't get enough."

"What are you blabbering about ?"I demanded.

"fountainhead Amelia's like me, I can't get sufficiency and nor can she,"the wench said,"I just wish all me gentleman's gentleman was gentlemen,"she added philosophically.

We waited patiently. One of the bar men appeared, he opened Amelia's door."Time's up you're wanted down stairs in number four for a particular,"he announced.

Amelia had pulled a night-robe around herself when she emerged,"You'll have to wait, why not come and learn, you might wish it,"she explained.

I followed her, the dame came as well,"I effective face after you,"she said helpfully,"You might postulate some relief !"

Amelia disappeared through a door,"Can't go in there, come with me to the spy hole,"my bird suggested.

I did as she said, A door led to a narrow-minded darken corridor with humble spy muddle discreetly cut into the paries."It usually costs twopence,"she added.

The room was bare. The base oil cloth which was freshly cleaned. Seven or eight men waited there. Amelia entered. She wore one of her old dresses. she looked every column inch a noblewoman except the cleavage was so low her breasts were completely bare and the front was cut away to show her slot and mound.

"Who's first ?"she asked.

She chose. She slipped off his bash, lowered his breeches and started to wet-nurse his fellow member, another loosened his breech and she grasped it with her left hired man then a third loosened his and she grasped him with her compensate hand.

Then the other men dropped their breech also, not only dropped but dropped to the floor and kicked off. Amelia changed gentleman. suckling and caressing different men till all their members were rock hard and then with them all clustered around she tipped them over the border, their seed splashing her side, her eyes, her frock everywhere. Even her belly from where she scooped it up and forced it up her slot. I felt her stare boring into me.

The men dressed, wiped themselves upon her dress and left the room.

"Did you like that St. John the Apostle ?"Amelia asked as she stared at my spy golf hole."Did Josie relieve you while you watched ?"

"No,"I replied, my phonation breaking.

"Then come in and let me relieve you,"she offered.

"I just want to talk."I explained.

"I know, and you find it so much light when you have six inches of hearty hammer up inside me,"she said knowingly,"You men are all alike."

My skirt Josie helped me to slue out of the peg down corridor and induce my way to where Amelia waited.

She smiled, she slipped off her gown and stood before me posing provocatively,"Get your phallus out then,"she ordered,"Or do you want to foul your breeches ?"

"I want to talk,"I said feebly.

I stood there uselessly. My doll unbuttoned my knickerbockers. My member already stiffened strained at her touch.

Amelia laughed at me."Oh my Creator, is that all you have."

The wench responded,"Its a nice shaft,"she said as she stroked me.

"I didn't mean for this to happen,"I said earnestly,"I meant to woo you and if you did not respond I would."

"You didn't think beyond my falling madly in love with you did you ?"Amelia challenged.

"I hoped,"I replied.

"Well I decided you should not have my honor,"she laughed,"So I sneaked away and arranged for Madame to sell my honour to the high bidder."

"She liked it, she liked it a lot, '' My wench added.

"I like it,"Amelia admitted,"I love the feel of a solid appendage pressing and pulsating and the delight it affords the gentleman."She lay back and spread her leg wide before opening the mouth to her womb to afford me a view right into her innards,"And I know just how desperate you are to stick your member deep inside me, but, John,"she said."You may not, I forbid it !"and she laughed.

My wench gently stroked my member. He was already weeping some lubricating substance. Amelia raised herself up and cupped her breasts forming a channel.

"How would you like to put your thingy up between my boob and inject emollient all over me ? '' she taunted.

My skirt squeezed my balls. My member erupted. My love cream splattered over Amelia's leg. My chick wiped it onto her finger and in turn she wiped her fingers inside Amelia's parts.

"Hey !"Amelia protested unconvincingly, but the deed was done.

I felt deflated.

"I wanted to woo you,"I repeated,"I never thought."

"Liar you wanted to transport me,"Amelia said,"You wanted a shy retiring Virgin so she would never have sex how inadequate your appendage is."

"Oh think as you damned well like,"I muttered,"You are a base cyprian, and it's all my fault."Something damp fell onto my bare leg. I realised I was crying.

The wench held me near,"Its all justly sir,"she said,"Amelia is a lady of pleasure sir, you could never have made her happy with your modest manhood."

"But had she remained chaste she would never accept known,"I blustered.

"And had you not behaved so abysmally I would never give known,"Amelia said,"Never eve have known the bang of making a gentleman spill his seed before he even mounts me, or have two extremity inside me at one time, or have one man after another waiting line to mount me."

I sobbed.

"Are you a Gentleman who wishes to be humiliated ?"Amelia asked,"Who likes the cat o nine tails across his bare ass ? Some do. They pay very well. Do you know I could do you a special rate, tie you to the bed and leave you to starve while the rats eat your toes and."

"enough !"I protested. I gathered my things together and dressed, my mind shut to the continued ramblings.

"You should receive come as soon as you docked,"Amelia insisted."Before I saw my vocation."

"I will make your stallion phratry in the gutter,"I snapped.

"Oh honest, send my younger babe to me,"Amelia suggested, whether in jest or sincerity I knew not,"But not the older single for they are far too ugly to appeal a man, air them to the workhouse with mother and father."

"I thank you for your speech sound advice,"I replied.

"And don't give the stave references,"Amelia added,"If I am a whore there is no reason in the Earth they should make a superior station."

"Then I bid you salutary day,"I insisted, and checking my dress was correctly adjusted I took my leave.

"She will come round,"the chick said hopefully.

"She is ruined,"I answered, I proffered a gold coin,"I thank you for your forgivingness,"I said.

"I am always here if you need me,"she said sadly."Goodbye."

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