Captain Hirst's Virgin Brigid

The room was suddenly silent, all hinged upon the turn of a card. Lord Cashmire watched intently as I turned over my final stage posting. An Ace.

The colour drained from his face.

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

"Nerves my Lord,"I assured him,"Just nerves, you may well have had a superior hand.

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

I looked around as Mallinson acting as host, or Croupier as the frenchies have it, pushed the immense pile of chips and Cashmire's note towards me. I was not particularly excited, I just wanted to teach the old soft touch a lesson.

"commodity God Cashers,"overlord 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 muscles."

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

"Indeed, what did you wish to bet ?"I ventured.

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

"Yes, may daughter's honour against the landed estate !"he insisted.

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

Bunty roused me future day. He insisted I went to Cashmire Park forthwith to lay claim my prize.

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

He took us to the withdrawing room.

"I am afraid in improver to losing my acres in a game of poker close evening I also wagered my girl honour,"He explained,"I did not stipulate which daughter so Captain Hirst has come to choose."

"Ah, My Lord,"We came to discuss the matter,"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 immature 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 Bharat ?"I asked.

"Of course of action,"she snapped her eyes blazing.

"Then I shall pick out you my dear,"I averred,"We shall wed on my getting even and train your laurels, until then I shall entrust the management of my the three estates to your capable hands."

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

I bade them leave. Three days hence they would have forgotten me.

We embarked for India the day after the next, and I did not pass for three tenacious and bloody years.

Our battle weary regiment landed at Portsmouth three yr and eight months to the day after departing. I had much to do. Our officer army corps decimated by the savages of the Khyber flip 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 rank of major when the war office became aware of my subject field promotion.

It was Bunty who reminded me of Godhead Cashmire and the estate. Bunty at my side throughout the campaign, a honest friend.

We went to Cashmire Park a few mean solar day after landing. Bunty professed a liking for Cashmire's indorsement youngest so we went in high up spirits.

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

"I should rationalize for my married man captain,"she said levelly,"But I shall not for he is a dampen man."

"I am lamentable to hear that,"I replied.

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

"flavor, My Lady, I came to settle the matter, I never sought to contract your estates."I explained,"Just teach the lesson of the evil of gambling."

"Well separate that to Amelia. She is ruined and My hubby is a humbled man, broken Captain."she protested.

"So where shall I find oneself Ameila ?"I enquired.

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

"But where, a Monastery ? '' I queried

"No police chief, 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 submit 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,"goodness god, I never meant, I mean, perhaps I would have wooed her but I would never get taken, you know, forced.."

"Well you should ingest told her that !"gentlewoman Cashmire insisted.

It was frightfully,"Where will I receive her ?"I asked

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

I felt sick.

We made our escape. We returned to Portsmouth to seek Amelia. We knew of the Agamemnon, it was notorious, it was named after a 64 gun Man o War to pull in sailors.

We found it easily. A gravid rather shabby construction near the naval dockyard Gates and despite the hour, not yet 5 of the clock was already filled with drunken sailors and al-Qaida whores.

We went in,"Shouldn't go in there sir,"the porter insisted,"Ain't no esteem for officers in there sirs."

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

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

We entered the darkness. sailor boy sat on benches quenching their hungriness with watery beer instead of their usual lime juice and grog. Ladies if such term could be applied to ground women, raised their skirts for a few coins to show their bar lumbus and let the men paw at their private parts.

A bawdy candy kiss on the lip, a still Word and a favourable sailor would whisk a wench away up the stairs to some secret place of some such. Sometimes a group of sailors would take a giggling chick up the stairs with them.

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

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

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

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

"look she went up not ten transactions since,"she said,"With some sailors."

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

"I'll show you where, '' she ordered,"Follow me, just give me tuppence for my trouble."

I did as she said. I followed her up the step, past rooms where the sound of passion resonated and reverberated through the ill fitttng doorway, along filthy stained corridors of creaking floor board and up again to littler meaner rooms.

Our guide opened a doorway. The small cramped room was filled with straw hat. The cap sloped down along one side where the room was set against the roof. An Iron bedstead took much of the space and a Thomas Young girl with blonde hair lay on the filthy stained mattress. Her short once clean smock was up around her waist and down around her waist revealing her mounds upon which two boater were sucking while a third had his member firmly embedded in the girls entrails, and endeavouring to force it even further in.

I was shocked that Amelia could hail to this.

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

The next room was similar. The roof again sloped down, an iron bed with stained mattress near filled what had been a servant's room and skimmer near filled the nimiety outer space. This sentence the wench was kneeling over the bed with just one sailor serving her with his member rammed firmly up her backside.

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

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

I stood in utter disbelief. The room was the same as the others but the wench was not abed. She was between two sailors. Her pegleg and weapon wrapped around one lucky bloke upon whose member she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his member impel deep into her hind end. She was laughing. Her teeth dazzling Caucasian, her golden tomentum swirling, her pitcher's mound were crushed against the crewman's chest as apart from her stockings she was completely naked.

She looked at me,"Hello bathroom, are you next ?"she asked.

My knees 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 firmly and thrust against him even more forcefully, forcing him ever mysterious,"have it to me,"she husked,"You know you want to."

Her eyes widened as the sailor reached the power point of release and as he did so she contrived to kiss him to the full on the lips yet somehow she still managed to stare at me.

I stood in the room access transfixed."I expect they will change ends next,"my wench said,"Shall I suckle your member to make you Nice and stiff ready for when she's unblock ?"

"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 relief soon !"

"I can't understand,"I confessed. My wench closed the door. There was a minor wooden terrace. We sat together.

"See there's women and there's womanhood,"she explained,"Some like a respectable seeing to and some don't, some pretend to care a good visual perception to but don't and some make-believe not and grows bitter when they don't get enough."

"What are you blabbering about ?"I demanded.

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

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

Amelia had pulled a surgical gown around herself when she emerged,"You'll have to look, why not come and watch, you might like it,"she explained.

I followed her, the wench came as well,"I better looking at after you,"she said helpfully,"You might need some relief !"

Amelia disappeared through a threshold,"Can't go in there, come with me to the spy trap,"my wench suggested.

I did as she said, A door led to a narrow darkened corridor with small spy holes discreetly cut into the walls."It usually costs tuppence,"she added.

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

"Who's first ?"she asked.

She chose. She slipped off his belt ammunition, lowered his breeches and started to nurse his member, another loosened his breeches and she grasped it with her left hand then a third loosened his and she grasped him with her right hand.

Then the other men dropped their breeches also, not only dropped but dropped to the floor and kicked off. Amelia changed man. suckling and caressing unlike men till all their members were rock and roll concentrated and then with them all clustered around she tipped them over the boundary, their germ splashing her face, her heart, her apparel everywhere. Even her abdomen 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 frock and left the room.

"Did you like that bathroom ?"Amelia asked as she stared at my spy hole."Did Josie exempt you while you watched ?"

"No,"I replied, my vox breaking.

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

"I just want to talk."I explained.

"I know, and you find it so much easier when you have six in of self-colored peter up inside me,"she said knowingly,"You men are all alike."

My wench Josie helped me to slide out of the constrict corridor and establish my way to where Amelia waited.

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

"I want to blab,"I said feebly.

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

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

The dame responded,"Its a overnice dick,"she said as she stroked me.

"I didn't mean for this to occur,"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 feature my purity,"she laughed,"So I sneaked away and arranged for Madame to sell my purity to the gamy bidder."

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

"I like it,"Amelia admitted,"I love the look of a solid member pressure and pulsating and the pleasure it affords the gentleman."She lay back and spread her legs wide of the mark before opening the lips to her womb to afford me a panorama right into her entrails,"And I know just how desperate you are to flummox your phallus deeply inside me, but, St. John,"she said."You may not, I forbid it !"and she laughed.

My chick gently stroked my phallus. He was already weeping some lube. Amelia raised herself up and cupped her breast forming a channel.

"How would you care to put your thingy up between my dope and shoot pick all over me ? '' she taunted.

My skirt squeezed my balls. My extremity erupted. My love emollient splattered over Amelia's leg. My doll wiped it onto her fingerbreadth and in good 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."

"prevaricator you wanted to ravish me,"Amelia said,"You wanted a shy retiring virgin so she would never know how inadequate your appendage is."

"Oh think as you damned well like,"I muttered,"You are a stem whore, 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 rightfield sir,"she said,"Amelia is a whore sir, you could never have made her happy with your pocket-size manhood."

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

"And had you not behaved so abysmally I would never cause known,"Amelia said,"Never eve have known the thrill of making a gentleman spill his seed before he even mounts me, or have two members inside me at one metre, or have one man after another queue to mount up me."

I sobbed.

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

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

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

"I will throw your total folk in the gutter,"I snapped.

"Oh sound, send my immature Sister to me,"Amelia suggested, whether in jest or seriousness I knew not,"But not the senior I for they are far too ugly to attract a man, send them to the workhouse with mother and father."

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

"And don't give the staff references,"Amelia added,"If I am a bawd there is no ground in the man they should have a superior station."

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

"She will come stave,"the wench said hopefully.

"She is ruined,"I answered, I proffered a amber 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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