Clarissa, Masters Married Woman, Proletarian 'S Whore Pt1


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Clarissa, Masters wife, Worker 's woman of the street pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the worldwide tap of 1926.


I stood idly on the weed strewn platform with the blustery wind ruffling my sparse summer causa, as it rattled the put away waiting way door and rustled the lush cow parsley on the now neglected post garden and I watched the little train which brought me chuff busily away up the steep sided vale as I fretted and wondered why Brabbinger my chauffeur was not there to pick me up in the drum roll Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old station family across the route wearing shirt and braces where once he stood resplendent in moody serge and amber braid as he waved away the London train but today time were gruelling, the station was now but a stay and he eked out an universe first step and closing the storey crossing logic gate for the occasional one four-in-hand Railmotor or rare train of ember Wagon from nearby colliery.

'' Bit blustery Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he shouted, `` You could wait in by here sir if you was minded to. ``

'' No, I thank you, Mr Cardle, '' I said, `` My man is informed. ``

'' Very thoroughly sir, '' he said.

mantle twitched upstairs, molly, Cardle 's firstborn looked out, poor mollie, such a sweet daughter when I knew her, newly plucked and working at mill when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working flavourless on her back all the hours of the day and Night to put a crust in her brother and sisters backtalk. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the horses what she earned in trinkets on her back but the general strike killed our vale, our steam mills lay idle and when the mines reopened our business deal was gone and the miner stayed home plate and booze away their hassle while their wife went to lick the streets of Leeds of an evening, coming dwelling on the midnight train the whore 's limited instead of working our looms.

But that was not my problem, not any more, I had reached the end of my tether, had given up the inadequate struggle and sold my shares in the family firm to group of Greater London business community, imbecile to a man I believed, sold out for a one-tenth of what they were once worth and I now waited to face Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed dearie, so refined, elegant, charming but common cold, icily insensate, glacial, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't love me and neither did I hump her, and while I spent Sunday Night through Saturday morning working in Leeds or London, going down on sleeping car railroad train of a Lord's Day and back of a Saturday on the Pullman car so it was just the Saturday nighttime when we lay lovelessly back to back in our loveless bed.

She was always so, she had a substantial dowry, we needed the money, her Church Father believed she was a flimsy soul unsuited to a wide marriage and thus from number of suitors he chose me for her husband as he believed I was a sodomite, God Almighty knows why, there was hardly a manufacturing plant little girl I had n't shafted when I worked in the office as a lad, back before my Father of the Church gave up the conflict and passed on and so propelled me into trying to keep his crumbling business organization empire afloat and give men who as early days had fought in the Great War a chance to feed their families despite the strikes and economic depression,

But it was done now, all was sold and if she did n't like living in a four bed theater in Leeds with only a cook and two handmaid then she could damned well connect the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her dowry of a hundred thousand pounds was gone, just one theater that was all we owned, a two weeks was all we had to vacate the gothic monstrosity of Barnestone Hall.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the military post office to say I would be on the two fifteen from Leeds, and she assured me she would send Word of God for Brabbinger to collect me, yet five minutes I had been waiting and there was no Rolls nor anything to be seen.

'' You sure Mr 'Ardhaker, '' Cardle asked wheezily as molly waved at me from the upstairs window.

'' Yes thank you Mr Cardle and it 's Hardacre, Hard Acre, '' I said.

'' Very good Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly cast off my hat on the floor and stamped upon it I was so frustrated, damnit if Molly 's little sister had been abroad surely I should sampled her without a s thought, but Molly, uddered like a cow and bellied like one two I could no more stiffen my member to sample her than fly to the moon.

'' I think I shall walk, '' I said icily, `` estimable day ! '' and crunching the gravel beneath my letters patent leather horseshoe 's colloidal solution I set to walk through the village and up to the Hall one last time.

The serried rows of home looked unaccustomedly clear, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of grass and their dusting of smoke debris now the James Mill had fallen unsounded and the coal mine worked only one shaft on one fault and that one-half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried rank of workess men queued outside the mineworker 's arm waiting for Ted Harrods the Landlord to open up, each in their clean freshly laundered White River shirts, dark pant and flat caps, a uniform dress if ever there was one, jobless bloke, sonny boy thrown on the scrap heap, spending the kiddies charity money on ale, what a waste.

I walked on, I knew eyes were upon me, I expect they was wondering why I was about, I had a position do you see, respected by all, or so I thought.

Serried rank of theatre, some beside the roadway with nothing but adequate space for a button bike for a way of life but some with steep front end gardens reaching up to the street as it climbed while they sat beside the canal, some like xx six and eight with the bedrooms spirit level with the road it so steep was the rise.

There was a little Morris car, outside telephone number twenty eight I fancied, all in pitch-dark, like our land run about, hard topped, and four seating room not two and a dickie like the old ones, it took my eye, debt aggregator no doubt, I thought, yet there were pall at the window of twenty eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was number twenty eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came apparent that the driver 's seat was occupied though with facing away from me the car hid him except his arm which was upon the window ledge.

All I had to do was think back the number of the estate car and I should accept behaved otherwise but I failed to recognised it and recoil upon the rogue as if he were a debt collector or debt collectors man.

'' state your business organization ! '' I said.

'' Whup, '' the rogue said, a familiar spirit scallywag indeed.

'' Brabbinger, '' I gasped, `` What is the meaning of this ? ``

'' Ah, oh, ee, '' he said using every vowel but making no sense at all, `` Tis the missus. '' he said.

'' What missus, have you married surreptitiously, '' I asked.

'' Ah, no, I, '' he blustered.

'' So, shoot me home ! '' I ordered. and I swung round to the early incline and squeezed through the threshold to join him in the cramped interior, `` thrust man ! '' I ordered my body fluid now moving from melanize to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left word, '' I said, `` Two XV from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the Greater London and North Eastern railroad track can get here in under the round 60 minutes from Leeds ! ``

'' But the missis sir, '' he said, his tunic undone and his collar and hatless he looked a fill in pigswill - about and a disgrace.

'' Just crusade damn you, '' I insisted and he pushed the self starter and it just soil uselessly.

'' Wind it man, '' I said, `` Use the hold. ``

He honked the horn, I though it most odd, and he stared anxiously at number twenty eight.

'' What exactly is the trouble ? '' I asked, `` What is this ? '' I added as a man buttoning his shirt opened the door and another was there behind him.

'' I say, '' I said straightening, `` You there ! '' and he slammed the door.

'' The missus, '' Brabbinger explained.

'' It 's a damned brothel ! '' I said, `` Out with it ! '' I snapped, `` There 's a damned brothel in Barnestone ! ``

'' No ! '' Brabbinger tried desperately to lie, but the horror of the situation was too much, it might be but two workweek more that we owned the row of home but a brothel !

I threw the gate broad and I stormed down the cinder path, between neatly tended grasses, and banged the doorway, `` spread out up ! '' I ordered, `` Open up for your Land Maker 's inspection ! ``

A womanhood squealed, a man chided her, `` What ? '' a fellow asked as he opened the door, `` Well if it ai n't the man ! '' he said sarcastically.

'' I am the dry land Maker, '' I reminded him, `` Mr Weighton, is it not, '' I said recognising the fellow.

'' It 's Bond ! '' he said, `` jimmy adherence ! ``

'' Right, '' I said, `` right hand, oh yes, I know you, '' I agreed.

'' You know my missus, '' he said, `` And me baby, '' he said.

'' What ? '' I asked, `` Yes of course. ``

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` One and tuppence you paid you bastard ! ``

'' look, it was a evenhandedly toll, '' I explained.

'' Fair, yes fair, '' he agreed, `` You know my wife, well I knows yours ! ``

'' Everyone knows Clarissa, '' I said uncomprehendingly.

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` And not just me Mr 'Ardhaker sir, 'alf the bloody gent in settlement Mr bloody 'Ardhaker sir. ``

'' What ! '' I expounded.

'' Poked her Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he said, `` Do you get wind that sir, that 's Wally Bulstrode up there right now poking her Mr 'Ardhaker sir ! ``

'' What are you blethering about man ? '' I demanded.

'' You 're a cuckold sir ! '' the man behind said, `` Begging your amnesty Mr 'Ardacre sir, but like Jimmy says, well, she been, '' he said, `` Ent she jimmy ''

'' Upstairs now, you hear that Mr 'Ardhaker sir, that 's your missis being poked that is sir ! '' he leered.

'' I 'll deal with you presently ! '' I stormed, `` Let me past ! ``

They stood aside and I ascended the mean, constrict, bare boarded stairway, a lubber lounged at the top, `` Two shillings for a amercement gentleman such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the encroachment of my right clenched fist on his jaw raised his skull a full six inch and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the threshold, twisted the knob left and right-hand but it was locked so I put my articulatio humeri to it and my entree was in a shower of matchwood, two bloke stood beside the bed, their rough workmans overalls undone and hanging about their knees and their member rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their friend ploughed a painted whore who lay in her blanched underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an smoothing iron bed frame.

A slenderize dainty elegant whore, her refined legs wrapped around the coarse fellow with a haired ass that would own been the pride of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his member slammed into and squelched out of her.

A prosperous haired lady of pleasure, her locks expensively coiffeured obviously at my expense as evidenced by the ivory comb that was my female parent 's and her Ag ear hoop, a birthday present from myself.

'' Clarissa ! '' I wailed, `` What is the import of this ! ``

She jerked her question forward as Bulstrode, for it was he that was ploughing her, had his head go down and they impacted with a clop, `` Ohhh ! '' she wailed, `` John ? ``

'' You bust Jimmy 's door Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more stunned of the two goon as they stood rampant and bare still.

'' John the Evangelist, oh god whoremaster, but you 're not due until Saturday ! '' Clarissa protested,

'' No beloved, '' I said, `` I 'm sure there is an fantabulous and completely reasonable explanation ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling conduct ! '' She looked appall, `` In your own time, conduct your pleasure first my honey. '' I said patronisingly.

'' We thought, begging your pardon sir, that you would be more than overthrow sir, '' Bulstrode said as he looked at me over his shoulder as he continued to prod her.

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no share and share alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your innards with a rust-brown fishplate I 'll be sure as shooting the hot dog and scab each have comely shares of your ventriculus ! ``

He leapt from her with briskness leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her tit aroused but though perfectly formed sadly lacking in loudness and her slit as the unwashed workman have it, gaping the mouth slightly loose, well used, glistening with her juices and near as damnit hairless like a whore's.

Bulstrode grabbed for his coat missed his foothold and fell sideways taking one of the lump with him and they crashed into a recession of the sparsely furnished room entwined together like a distich of poofters.

'' Are you complimentary Clarissa, have you time to explain your conduct before you fornicate again ? '' I asked, `` You whore ! ``

'' You never come home early, '' she protested.

'' And that 's you excuse ? '' I asked, `` That I never come home, then my apologies, '' I added and I stepped forward and took her helping hand, `` come in ! '' I demanded, and pulled her up to a sitting position.

'' I, ca n't, '' she protested.

'' Yes you can my favorite, '' I said, `` descend with me ! '' and I pulled until she was flex painfully double and she had to slide around to get her feet to the side of the bed or I would take in dragged her head first to the floor.

'' bathroom ! '' she wailed, `` period, I am not comely. '' she protested, `` I need Harry ! '' she insisted.

'' Who the blue hell is Harry ? '' I asked.

'' My prophylactic, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a India rubber contraceptive off his member, a true weighed down duty reclaimable safety like the lads would have used in the great war.

'' Oh, I 'll buy you a box of new ace, '' I agreed.

'' My dress ! '' she said, as apart from her under shift which was open down the front end revealing her tit and sex she was entirely and deliciously naked, `` John No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the elbow room and onto the stairs, I almost sent her reeling with a knee in the small of her book binding but at the stopping point moment I forced her hand up her back instead.

'' John for pities sake ! '' she wailed, `` I am all but naked ! ``

'' Oh yes ! '' I agreed and I just ripped the shift away completely, `` Now you 're naked, as befits a cyprian ! ``

'' No ! '' she wailed and as the men looked on I dragged her bare and shivering from the house.

'' flavour, '' I said, `` Not one person lifts a finger's breadth to help you, is that not truly amazing ? ``

'' Please my shoes ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with nada, you 're to be a whore, whore 's ca n't afford shoes, you 're going to be a barefoot prostitute so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a noggin do you understand ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to enclothe, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her golden hairsbreadth cascading to her pale rap shoulders and her justify arm trying inadequately to report her titty and her sex.

'' No, let everyone see you, '' I snapped as I pushed her up the cinder route towards the asphalt road.

Men watched from upstairs as they dressed and those from downstairs as they waited their crook, knowing now their good turn was denied, their free fornication denied for this good afternoon at the very least.

Brabbinger watched us approach and opened the car door for her, but I pushed her past the little Morris and on up the road, as a gaggle of Danton True Young men filed from the house and were following us at a respectful distance.

'' John No ! '' Clarissa wailed as the harsh road cut her feet but all she achieved was more faces staring from the wayside houses.

Miss Farmington was walking towards us, a spinster of some 60 years, dedicated to her mother and the church building dowdily dressed and untouched by man she admonished me saying `` Mr Hardacre, you should be ashamed of yourself ! ``

'' I, '' I said, `` Have nothing to be ashamed of, she is the whore, fornicating with all comers ! ''

'' He has gone entirely mad Miss Farmington, '' Clarissa insisted.

'' No, I 've seen the light, at last ! '' I countered and I stormed along walking so briskly that Clarissa had to half run to save with me.

The houses soon ended and the view of the vale over the assignation gardens and the epithelial duct beyond opened and deprived of the tax shelter the houses provided the gusting wind seemed ever stronger as the road climbed steadily up the valley slope, a few rain drop-off spattered the road and in the distance a power train was rattling back towards Leeds, I should make chained her to the interbreeding gates for all to see but we had gone the amiss way but by then the mansion were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My feet, '' she protested, `` My poor feet ! ``

'' Do n't concern, '' I said, `` I 'll find you a courteous cheap back alley to lay on your back in, '' I said, `` You little whore ! ``

'' But they hurt Gospel According to John ! '' she said.

Brabbinger was following in the lilliputian Morris. I beckoned to him, and when he accelerated towards us and then slowed I ordered him to `` Fetch the Rolls. ``

I watched the car disappear and continued to push Clarissa with a manus forced up her back, finally we breasted Maggie Allthwaite 's tump and the family began to sink from sight over the novel horizon.

'' I sold the companionship, '' I told her.

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

'' Barnestone colliery, Barnestone estates, Hardacres and The Hall. '' I explained, `` I came home to state you. ``

'' Sold, is there anything left, after debts I mean, '' she asked earnestly.

'' nothing much, a house in Leeds. '' I told her.

'' Thank god, I 've been so disquieted ! '' she said.

'' Yes, it looks like it ! '' I agreed.

'' I thought you might, you know, like Duffy Harrington. '' she said.

'' Top myself ! '' I snorted, `` No ! '' we had stopped now, I let her sit on the grass verge to massage her feet and then the rain started.

'' There 's a barn, '' she said pointing, `` We could shelter. ''

'' Yes, why get wet, '' I said and I swept her up in my subdivision, suddenly aware of her sexuality, for the odour of sex pervaded her and my appendage stirred as I carried her to the old stone barn. I fiddled with the door stop but she knew how the old door opened with a wire and then we were inside.

I set her down on a straw bale.

'' No John do n't, '' she said.

'' What ? '' I asked,

'' Do n't force me, please, I 'll go, I 'll detain with Aunt Matilda, '' she said.

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a tinny whore, a centime a time, '' I said. `` Newcastle maybe, London docks. ``

'' No, it will bankrupt you, '' she said awkwardly, `` If Scripture got around, you can not ! ``.

'' Leeds then, I shall promote your services and convert the basement into a dungeon. '' I explained and my thumb was between her ramification probing.

'' Go on, '' she said, `` I 'm listening. ``

'' You 're excited, '' I said, `` Actually excited !, all those bloody years using jelly and lord knows what so we might hook up with and you 're excited. ''

'' I ca n't facilitate it ! '' she admitted.

'' Of track you can, evidence some decorousness ! '' I ordered.

'' And you, you 're excited too ! '' she said and she reached out and rubbed the jut in my whippersnapper trousers.

'' Clarissa, '' I protested, but she was undoing the clitoris on my fly and then my belt, I should have protested and stopped her but then my pant were down and she bent her head teacher and took the tip of my tool into her mouth.

I pulled away, `` No downstairs ! '' I said.

'' No, I do n't have Harry, '' she said, her damnably prophylactic.

'' You are my wife, '' I reminded her, `` So comport like one ! '' and I forced her knees apart forcefully and pushed her onto her back as she lay on the straw and guided my humanness within her.

'' John ! '' she said and I was siding easily within her and she was as shocked as I that our union was so easy so still, so natural.

'' working girl, '' I chided, `` Milk me, play your brawn and milk me you whore. ``

'' You will withdraw wo n't you ? '' she asked, `` I need my Harry. ``

'' Why ? '' I asked, `` When you can be a barefoot whore with a child in tow.

'' Your child, '' she said, `` And mine, '' and her muscle rippled.

'' stop consonant that, '' I ordered.

'' No, '' she replied, `` I sha n't, '' she insisted, `` Do your obligation ! ``

'' Very well, '' I said, `` Then I shall use you like a whore ! ``

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

'' We do n't give a, '' I said but the companion thrill had started, my balls churned and my cum boiled from me.

'' Ohhhhh, '' she gasped, `` That 's so good, do it, do it now, OOohhhhhhh ! '' she wailed and I started to cum.

She gasped and as I pumped her fully of my juices she held me tightly

'' Oh, '' she said, `` I forgot, you had no Harry, I did n't mean it to happen ! ``

'' It matters not to me, '' I admitted, `` Whether you 're filled or unfilled, I care cypher for you, nothing ! ``

'' But, oh my, surely, surely that meant something to you ? '' she asked

'' Nothing, but I am arise soft, suck me, '' I ordered, `` It meant cipher to me, you 're a whore so earn your twopence and nurse me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' Suck my appendage, suck it hard. '' I proposed.

'' It 's vile and gungy, '' she protested lemely.

'' London whore do n't object, '' I said, `` So suck ! '' I ordered and I grabbed her hair and forced her foreland into my crotch.

'' Please, do n't rupture my hair out ! '' she protested and she took my penis and began to lick the tip.

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your dorsum, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the first time so cause yourself well-situated because this could take some clip. ``

'' Yes sir, '' she said respectfully and she started to unbutton my shirt, `` Can I palpate your manly chest sir ? '' she asked as she played the tart now.

'' Of course you may my lamb, '' I agreed, as I aimed my appendage at her sopping wet vagina, and pressed myself firmly upon her, `` There 's an extra threepence for you if your very, very nice to me. ``

'' Oh, thank you sir, '' she simpered as she opened my shirt and pushed it down off my shoulder and then with her deal upon my back she held me to her.

The unaccustomed ease with which I ploughed her, the look of her unimpeded by prophylactic, and even the slim London synthetic rubber company sleeves I habitually used spoiled my pleasure to an extent, but glans to womb and slippery with desire I was in heaven.

'' What 's you diagnose girl ? '' I asked her.

She looked upset, and then understood `` Lola sir, '' she said, `` I call myself Lola. ``

'' I shall ask for you particularly, '' I said, `` When I have need of a woman of the street. ``

'' I thank you sir ! '' she agreed, and then asked, `` Can you cease sir, please, my backbone is breaking. ``

I looked her in the eye and took the combing from her haircloth and threw it in a corner, and the ear rings, gently I extracted them and cast them away.

'' I shall divorce you, and you shall be Lola my tart, '' I said firmly.

'' But John ! '' she protested.

'' You want the life of a whore then have one, cooking cleansing and kid for your day and on your back of an eventide, '' I snapped.

'' For you ? '' she asked.

'' And my friends, '' I said, `` What say you ? ``

'' Yes, '' she said, `` Shall I live in Leeds with you ? ``

'' Indeed for nothing else is left. '' I said and forgetfully I let my guard slip and the moment of ecstasy was upon me and my cum boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a moment and then I withdrew, took my jacket crown and offered it to her and after wiping myself on a hankie I dressed and looked for her, she had found her ear doughnut and was looking for the comb, `` Leave it ! '' I ordered, `` make out ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` Come here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my weapons system sort out of the ground, `` I 'll post you, '' I said and with a hand on her bare seat I carried her to the route and turning to the left carried her back to the hideous gothic Barnestone Manor.

'' Oh my lord, '' Mrs bridgework my cook/ housekeeper exclaimed, `` What happened ? ``

'' I found this prostitute fornicating in the Village, have her washed and find her a smock would you. '' I asked.

'' But Madam ! '' Mrs Bridges protested.

'' Enough, '' I said, `` Do as say we can not feature naked working girl upstairs. '' and I left them.

The Brandy bottle in my subject field was empty, I threw it against the bulwark in foiling and watched the brownish fragment glisten in the sunlight.

It was six o'clock, the telephone commutation would be shut by now, there was no supper and Brabbinger was nowhere to be seen with the Rolls, I realised I had left my impart my newspaper character at the bagnio household, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bathtub before the kitchen range as Mrs Harry Bridges bathed her.

'' I have business in the small town, '' I explained.

'' John please, do n't do anything foolish ! '' Clarissa warned.

'' As if you care ! '' I said, `` Whore ! ``

The Morris car was there still, I went to get it but the battery was dead and I had no stomach for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my paper case which Brabbinger had saved for me.

Faithful yet unpatriotic Brabbinger, had he enjoyed Clarissa I wondered, his stinking fat pot belly crushing her slim form to the filthy stained mattress as he ploughed her.

I knew he undoubtedly had and then I saw the Rolls coming, `` I could n't find you sir. '' he apologised.

'' Did you poke my wife ? '' I demanded, `` Or were you just my wife 's pimp ! ``

'' Chauffeur sir, nothing more sir, nothing less sir, Chauffeur sir. '' he said firmly, and probably insincerely.

'' subscribe me to the colliery, '' I ordered.

'' It 's tea time sir, '' he said.

'' Damn it, I 'll tug ! '' I said though I had n't driven for years and flung his room access wide.

He stepped down, `` As you wish sir. '' he said and I climbed in and I set forth in an estimate of a Kangaroo 's pace a series of off-white jarring leaps and bounds as I wrestled with the throttle and the batch pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside number twenty dollar bill eight, I swung the rolling wave to a halt, `` Have a in force joke at my expense, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the other position of your heads come next calendar month, '' I added, `` pit 's sold, Mill 's sold and demesne 's sold, you wo n't suffer need of a bawd, you 'll have motivation of a bed for to log Z's in ! ``

I punched the self starter and lurched away, grinding to the pit to circularize the news then onto the Mill.

'' I 'm not surprised, '' Greerson the colliery managing director said, and he extended a hired hand, `` We appreciate your attempt sir, '' he said, `` No one could feature done more, '' and at the Mill they were equally unsurprised.

I returned nursing home, Clarissa was nowhere to be seen, but a simple dinner was simmering and I ate ravenously.

Mrs Bridges brought my dessert, a raspberry tart.

'' My wife and I shall disunite, '' I said, `` Have her things moved to the Blue elbow room forthwith, '' I ordered, `` I shall not plowshare a bed with that trollop ever again. ''

'' What, tonight sir ? '' she asked.

'' This night, have that adulteress Lola assistance you, '' I ordered.

I pushed my plate away and retired to the subject area, then as Night fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the colliery brass lot playing but it was an illusion, they had played their last when the coal strike started and we had the instruments back to languish unused in the foreman office.

I walked the unkempt gardens, one gardener now idled where six had formerly toiled, and in the moonlight I returned for my supper.

'' Have warm milk sent up, I shall turn in, '' I told Mrs span and I went to my bed bathed in the bathroom side by side though in frigidness water, and dressed in my mere night shirt.

There was a deliquium tap upon the door, timidly so, `` Come, '' I said and the room access opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a unproblematic whiten fault and carrying a jug of warm milk.

'' Mrs nosepiece sent me sir, '' she said, `` Will there be anything else sir begging your pardon. ``

'' You are Lola are you not ? '' I asked, `` The trollop I sampled earlier ? ``

'' Oh yes sir, indeed sir, '' she said mimicking a servant, `` Did I give satisfaction sir. '' she asked.

'' Indeed, but my bed is inhuman, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled open the binding and slid in, `` Nakedly girl, warm the bed with your warmth ! '' I ordered, `` Off with it girl, '' I said and I grabbed her faulting and lofted it over her head.

'' OOhhh sir ! '' she trilled and her hands were upon my nightshirt lifting and my appendage released was swelling and, `` Yes, do it ! '' she said her eyes aflame, `` Love me ! ``

I held her and swing out onto the bed, slipping my feet beneath the covers before pulling the blankets over us and covering her even as she guided me inside her.

I kissed her neck, `` John no ! '' she said.

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to mark you as my own, '' I said as I left dear bites on each other shoulder joint where they became her neck opening and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her part raked my rear and butt with her finger nails as I took my pleasance as big white swarm of ether seemingly engulfed me until at length pounding rushing assuagement came like the freshness of a mass waterfall and in the damp and pleasure and relief as I held her so we slept.

The sun was richly in the sky when I woke, Clarissa was looking out through a Chinaman in the curtains, `` ejaculate back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to talk. ``

'' But I need to recollect, '' she said evasively.

'' seed to bed Clarissa, '' I said, `` Please. ``

'' Clarissa, not Lola ? '' she asked.

'' You choose, '' I suggested, ``
'' Then we will talk, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silks and satins and soft yet punishing encroachment that make my totally being cry out with joy, '' she said as she came to the bed, `` It is not I John, Clarissa and Lola are one and the same, it is you, from where did your warmth arrive, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of boys hitherto while I remain unrelieved. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase tart, I admit, but noblewoman, girls, never boys, never anal intercourse, how can you conceive that of me ? ``

'' So how can you turn down me, '' she asked, `` A perfunctory union of a Saturday, it can not be sufficient. ''

'' And relief, you seek it now ? '' I asked.

'' No I am quite sated, '' she said, `` Do you ? ``

'' I do, '' I said.

'' Then rape me sir, I can not dissent, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

'' I shall do my duty, '' she replied,

'' And for threepence will you dissemble to love me Lola ? '' I asked.

'' If you promise to wrap me in silk and satins sir, '' she said, `` Oh god John, just remove me, take me to heaven ! '' she demanded, `` To your tariff sir, you have need of an heir ! ``

I took appreciation of her by the berm and eased her down the bed until I could cover her, my parts slid within her parts and our union was complete and we cared not that the servant heard every creak of the bed and every exclamation of love.

And then we lay sated, `` Lola, '' I whispered, `` Fetch my wife Camilla. ``

'' Yes sir, she said, certainly sir. '' she said and when she returned she was dressed in her own long Edward Douglas White Jr. nightgown.

'' Sit down, '' I said, `` We need to talk. ``

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` I wo n't change you know, I have cravings, '' she explained.

'' hammer ? '' I asked, she nodded.

'' hammer, '' she agreed, `` It builds up, you know ? ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` But not all the time ? ``

'' It builds up, '' she said again.

'' I need, '' I explained awkwardly, `` You know, a charwoman, every night, '' I looked into her optic, she looked interested.

'' A woman ? '' she said, `` I thought ? ``

'' woman of the street, always whores, '' I said, `` I would never have an social occasion and. '' I thought before I said, `` Humiliate you. ``

'' While I have had all the men in the village very nearly and cheat on and humiliated you, is that what you are saying ? '' she asked.

'' If you say so, '' I agreed.

'' It 's only occasionally, not every nighttime, '' she said, `` But, well, there were quite a lot of them. ``

'' Days mainly, '' I surmised.

'' Yes, days mainly, '' she said, `` But I was always careful. ``

'' I should cream you, but to be fair it 's a Brobdingnagian relief, `` I said. `` I did n't have sex how to tell you we are ruined but it does n't look so crucial now. ``

'' And you 'll present up the fancy woman now ? '' she asked.

'' When you are usable to me, '' I said, `` And you, the workingman ? ``

'' If you satisfy me, yes, '' she agreed, `` Satisfy me now John, I demand expiation. ``

'' You little strumpet, '' I declared, and I took her by the shoulders and prepared to plough her anew.

To be continued .
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