chieftain Hirst's virgin Bride

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

The colour drained from his face.

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

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

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

I looked around as Mallinson acting as server, or Croupier as the frenchies have it, pushed the huge pile of chips and Cashmire's short letter towards me. I was not particularly excited, I just wanted to teach the old fool a lesson.

"Good God Cashers,"nobleman Althwaite chipped in,"You just bet your estate and lost !"

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

"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 wager ?"I ventured.

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

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

I concurred. He lost. Again. He fainted. I bade my friends well 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 estate in a game of salamander last evening I also wagered my daughter honour,"He explained,"I did not specify which daughter so Captain Hirst has come to choose."

"Ah, My Lord,"We came to discuss 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 unseasoned held my stare."I am not of age !"she said firmly.

"Your gens ?"I asked.

"Amelia !"she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

We embarked for India the day after the future, and I did not take back for three long and bloody years.

Our conflict tire out regiment landed at Portsmouth three years and eight months to the day after departing. I had much to do. Our officer corps decimated by the wolf of the Khyber head and the malarious infections 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 John R. Major when the war office became mindful of my discipline promotion.

It was Bunty who reminded me of noble Cashmire and the land. Bunty at my side throughout the campaign, a lawful friend.

We went to Cashmire commons a few daylight after landing. Bunty professed a liking for Cashmire's second youngest so we went in high spirits.

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

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

"I am sorry to take heed that,"I replied.

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

"flavor, My Lady, I came to resolve the matter, I never sought to subscribe your estates."I explained,"Just learn the lesson of the evil of gambling."

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

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

"Somewhere you shall never encounter 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 present 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,"trade good god, I never meant, I mean, perhaps I would have wooed her but I would never have taken, you know, forced.."

"fountainhead you should have told her that !"Lady Cashmire insisted.

It was awful,"Where will I recover 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 ill-famed, it was named after a 64 gun Man o War to attract sailors.

We found it easily. A large rather shabby building near the naval dockyard gates and despite the hour, not yet 5 of the clock was already filled with drunken straw hat and base whores.

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

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

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

We entered the wickedness. sailors sat on workbench quenching their thirst with watery beer instead of their usual fluxing lime juice and grog. gentlewoman if such term could be applied to base woman, raised their skirts for a few coins to exhibit their bared loin and let the men paw at their buck private parts.

A bawdy kiss on the lips, a tranquillity word and a lucky leghorn would whisk off a wench away up the stairs to some buck private place of some such. Sometimes a group of skimmer would engage a giggling wench up the stairs with them.

A chick looked up from her associate,"Oh smell, an Officer !"she laughed,"And what do you want sir ! Poke a doll up the ass like thee does thee batman I'll wager !"

"Insolent dame, I would no more poke a batman than put my extremity 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 consider me to her !"I demanded.

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

"use up 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 twopence for my trouble."

I did as she said. I followed her up the steps, past room where the sound of Passion of Christ resonated and reverberated through the ill fitttng doors, along filthy stained corridors of creaking floor board 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 elbow room was set against the cap. An smoothing iron bedframe took much of the quad and a vernal girl with blonde hair's-breadth lay on the filthy stained mattress. Her short once egg white smock was up around her waist and down around her shank revealing her cumulus upon which two leghorn were sucking while a tierce had his appendage firmly embedded in the girl innards, and endeavouring to force it even further in.

I was shocked that Amelia could come up to this.

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

The next room was alike. The ceiling again sloped down, an atomic number 26 bed with stained mattress near filled what had been a servant's room and boater near filled the surplus space. This meter 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 future one."

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

I stood in utter disbelief. The room was the Lapp as the others but the doll was not abed. She was between two sailors. Her legs and arms wrapped around one lucky chap upon whose extremity she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his member constrained deep into her backside. She was laughing. Her teeth bedazzle white, her halcyon whisker swirling, her mounds were crushed against the sailor's chest as apart from her stockings she was completely naked.

She looked at me,"hullo Gospel According to John, are you side by side ?"she asked.

My knees buckled,"No, Yes,"I blustered.

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

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

I stood in the door transfixed."I expect they will shift destruction following,"my doll said,"Shall I suckle your member to make you nice and soused ready for when she's free ?"

"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 small wooden bench. We sat together.

"See there's women and there's char,"she explained,"Some likes a salutary seeing to and some don't, some pretends to care a good sightedness 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 chick said,"I just wish all me gentlemen was valet de chambre,"she added philosophically.

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

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

I followed her, the wench came as well,"I proficient look after you,"she said helpfully,"You might need some ministration !"

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

I did as she said, A door led to a constringe darkened corridor with minuscule spy holes discreetly cut into the wall."It usually costs twopence,"she added.

The way was bare. The floor oil fabric which was freshly cleaned. Seven or eight men waited there. Amelia entered. She wore one of her old dresses. she looked every inch a lady except the cleavage was so low her breasts were completely publicise and the front man was cut away to establish her time slot and mound.

"Who's first ?"she asked.

She chose. She slipped off his belt, lowered his breeches and started to suck his phallus, another loosened his rear of tube and she grasped it with her left manus then a tertiary loosened his and she grasped him with her right hand.

Then the other men dropped their rear of barrel also, not only dropped but dropped to the floor and kicked off. Amelia changed valet. Sir John Suckling and caressing different men till all their phallus were shake toilsome and then with them all clustered around she tipped them over the edge, their cum splashing her face, her eyes, her dress everywhere. Even her belly from where she scooped it up and forced it up her expansion slot. I felt her stare boring into me.

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

"Did you like that John ?"Amelia asked as she stared at my spy maw."Did Josie relieve you while you watched ?"

"No,"I replied, my voice 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 easygoing when you have six inches of self-coloured cock up inside me,"she said knowingly,"You men are all alike."

My wench Josie helped me to slew out of the narrow corridor and shit my way to where Amelia waited.

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

"I want to babble,"I said feebly.

I stood there uselessly. My wench unbuttoned my rear of tube. My member already stiffened strained at her touch.

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

The wench responded,"Its a squeamish cock,"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 answer 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 pureness,"she laughed,"So I sneaked away and arranged for Madame to sell my honour to the highest bidder."

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

"I like it,"Amelia admitted,"I love the feel of a solid fellow member pressing and pulsating and the pleasure it affords the gentleman."She lay back and spread her legs wide before opening the brim to her uterus to afford me a view right into her viscera,"And I know just how dire you are to lodge your member deep inside me, but, John,"she said."You may not, I forbid it !"and she laughed.

My wench gently stroked my appendage. He was already weeping some lubricant. Amelia raised herself up and cupped her knocker forming a channel.

"How would you like to put your thingy up between my dumbbell and shoot cream all over me ? '' she taunted.

My wench squeezed my balls. My member erupted. My love life emollient splattered over Amelia's leg. My bird wiped it onto her fingerbreadth and in bend she wiped her finger inside Amelia's parts.

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

I felt deflated.

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

"Liar you wanted to ravish me,"Amelia said,"You wanted a shy retiring virgin so she would never bed how unequal your member is."

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

The dame held me near,"Its all right sir,"she said,"Amelia is a woman of the street sir, you could never receive made her glad with your modest manhood."

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

"And had you not behaved so abysmally I would never have known,"Amelia said,"Never eve have known the charge of making a gentleman spill his seeded player before he even mounts me, or have two fellow member inside me at one prison term, or have one man after another waiting line to rise 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 behind you to crave while the blabber eat your toes and."

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

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

"I will throw your integral family in the gutter,"I snapped.

"Oh honorable, send my immature sisters to me,"Amelia suggested, whether in jest or sincerity I knew not,"But not the older one 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 faculty source,"Amelia added,"If I am a cocotte there is no reason in the globe they should cause a superior station."

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

"She will get along rhythm,"the wench said hopefully.

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

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

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