Captain Hirst's Virgin Bride

The elbow room was suddenly silent, all hinged upon the turn of a card. Godhead Cashmire watched intently as I turned over my last-place bill of fare. An Ace.

The coloration drained from his face.

"But you were bluffing, the mettle on your cervix"he stammered.

"nervousness my Lord,"I assured him,"Just cheek, you may well get had a master 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 immense pile of flake and Cashmire's note towards me. I was not particularly excited, I just wanted to teach the old fool a lesson.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I concurred. He lost. Again. He fainted. I bade my ally upright bye and retired to my lodgings.

Bunty roused me next day. He insisted I went to Cashmire ballpark forthwith to claim my prize.

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

He took us to the withdrawing room.

"I am afraid in addition to losing my estate in a game of Poker last even I also wagered my girl honour,"He explained,"I did not determine which daughter so Captain Hirst has come to choose."

"Ah, My overlord,"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 eye down. The youngest held my stare."I am not of age !"she said firmly.

"Your epithet ?"I asked.

"Amelia !"she replied.

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

"Of course of instruction,"she snapped her oculus blazing.

"Then I shall prefer you my costly,"I averred,"We shall wed on my return and take your honour, until then I shall entrust the management of my estate to your capable hands."

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

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

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

Our battle wear upon 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 savage of the Khyber pass and the malarious contagion and illnesses which abound in that god forsaken land.

I went as maitre d'hotel and returned as meaty Colonel, surely to return to the rank of Major when the war federal agency became aware of my field of study promotion.

It was Bunty who reminded me of Lord Cashmire and the acres. Bunty at my side of meat throughout the movement, a true friend.

We went to Cashmire Park a few 24-hour interval after landing. Bunty professed a liking for Cashmire's second immature so we went in richly spirits.

lord Cashmire met us. Bent and bleary 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 upset man."

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

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

"looking, My Lady, I came to resolve the issue, I never sought to take your estates."I explained,"Just teach the example of the immorality of gambling."

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

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

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

"But where, a Monastery ? '' I queried

"No Captain, sadly not,"his Lordship said sadly,"She now resides in a bawdy house near Pompey 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,"commodity god, I never meant, I mean, perhaps I would have wooed her but I would never have taken, you know, forced.."

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

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

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

I felt sick.

We made our outflow. We returned to Portsmouth to assay Amelia. We knew of the Agamemnon, it was infamous, it was named after a 64 gun Man o War to draw sailors.

We found it easily. A declamatory rather shabby building near the naval dockyard gates and despite the hr, not yet 5 of the clock was already filled with drunken sailor boy and base whores.

We went in,"Shouldn't go in there Sir,"the porter insisted,"Ain't no regard for officer in there sirs."

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

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

We entered the duskiness. navy man sat on benches quenching their thirst with watery beer instead of their usual fluxing lime succus and grog. gentlewoman if such full term could be applied to base fair sex, raised their doll for a few coins to show their bar pubic region and let the men paw at their private parts.

A bawdy candy kiss on the lips, a quiet Holy Writ and a prosperous sailor would whisk off a wench away up the steps to some private place of some such. Sometimes a chemical group of Panama would take a giggling bird up the steps with them.

A wench looked up from her comrade,"Oh flavor, an police officer !"she laughed,"And what do you require sir ! Poke a wench up the ass like thee does thee batman I'll stakes !"

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

"Oh god,"she said."Oh my Jehovah, You're that chieftain aint you ?"she gasped,"She said you was evil and ugly like a behemoth and a Equus asinus, but you ent, are you ?"

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

"looking she went up not ten hour since,"she said,"With some sailors."

"Take me to her I say,"I demanded. she demurred. I gave her a atomic number 47 coin, she gave it back.

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

I did as she said. I followed her up the stairs, yesteryear rooms where the auditory sensation of passion resonated and reverberated through the ill fitttng doors, along dirty stained corridors of creaking floorboard and up again to small-scale meaner rooms.

Our guide opened a door. The belittled cramped room was filled with sailors. The ceiling sloped down along one side where the room was set against the roof. An iron bedframe took much of the infinite and a Pres Young girl with light-haired pilus lay on the filthy stained mattress. Her short once white duster was up around her waist and down around her waist revealing her mounds upon which two bluejacket were sucking while a third had his member firmly embedded in the girl innards, and endeavouring to force it even further in.

I was shocked that Amelia could total to this.

"Oops sorry, incorrect one !"our template simpered.

The succeeding elbow room was alike. The roof again sloped down, an branding iron bed with stained mattress near filled what had been a servant's room and sailors near filled the nimiety quad. This time the wench was kneeling over the bed with just one sailor serving her with his member rammed firmly up her backside.

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

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

I stood in unadulterated disbelief. The room was the like as the others but the wench was not abed. She was between two sailors. Her peg and blazon wrapped around one lucky cranny upon whose appendage she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his fellow member pull deep into her rear end. She was laughing. Her teeth daze whiteness, her gold hair swirling, her mound were crushed against the boater's chest as apart from her stockings she was completely naked.

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

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

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

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

I stood in the room access transfixed."I expect they will shift final stage side by side,"my dame said,"Shall I suckle your member to make you nice and stiff ready for when she's devoid ?"

"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 breech if you don't get relief soon !"

"I can't understand,"I confessed. My wench closed the threshold. There was a small wooden workbench. We sat together.

"See there's adult female and there's women,"she explained,"Some likes a good seeing to and some don't, some pretends to like a full 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.

"Well Amelia's like me, I can't get plenty and nor can she,"the skirt said,"I just wish all me 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 gown around herself when she emerged,"You'll have to wait, why not come and keep an eye on, you might care it,"she explained.

I followed her, the wench came as well,"I beneficial look after you,"she said helpfully,"You might postulate some backup !"

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

I did as she said, A door led to a specialize darkened corridor with little spy golf hole discreetly cut into the bulwark."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 dresses. she looked every inch a Lady except the cleavage was so low her breasts were completely barren and the front end was cut away to register her slot and mound.

"Who's first ?"she asked.

She chose. She slipped off his belt, lowered his knickers and started to suckle his penis, another loosened his breeches and she grasped it with her left hand then a third loosened his and she grasped him with her justly hand.

Then the other men dropped their knee breeches also, not only dropped but dropped to the story and kicked off. Amelia changed gentleman. suckling and caressing different men till all their member were sway firmly and then with them all clustered around she tipped them over the edge, their seminal fluid splashing her face, her eyes, her dress 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 John ?"Amelia asked as she stared at my spy cakehole."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 easy when you have six inch of unanimous cock up inside me,"she said knowingly,"You men are all alike."

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

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

"I want to mouth,"I said feebly.

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

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

The skirt responded,"Its a gracious cock,"she said as she stroked me.

"I didn't mean value for this to take place,"I said earnestly,"I meant to woo you and if you did not react 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 honour,"she laughed,"So I sneaked away and arranged for Madame to betray my honour to the highest bidder."

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

"I like it,"Amelia admitted,"I love the flavor of a solid member pressing and pulsating and the joy it affords the gentleman."She lay back and spread her pegleg wide before opening the lips to her womb to give me a perspective right into her entrails,"And I know just how desperate you are to stupefy your member mysterious inside me, but, whoremonger,"she said."You may not, I forbid it !"and she laughed.

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

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

My wench squeezed my lump. My member erupted. My love cream splattered over Amelia's leg. My wench wiped it onto her finger and in bit she wiped her digit 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 know how inadequate your member is."

"Oh think as you damned well like,"I muttered,"You are a fundament 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 right sir,"she said,"Amelia is a bawd sir, you could never take in made her happy with your lowly manhood."

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

"And had you not behaved so abysmally I would never get known,"Amelia said,"Never eve have known the chill of making a gentleman spill his seed before he even mounts me, or have two appendage inside me at one time, or have one man after another queue to jump on me."

I sobbed.

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

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

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

"I will throw your entire class in the gutter,"I snapped.

"Oh good, institutionalise my younger sis to me,"Amelia suggested, whether in gag or earnestness I knew not,"But not the honest-to-goodness ones 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 reference work,"Amelia added,"If I am a working girl there is no reason in the world they should take in a superior station."

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

"She will come round,"the wench 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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