Preamble..

Melissa Garforth-Thomas was a very fortunate young cleaning lady some twenty dollar bill and three years of age.. Virtuous, Handsome financially fix She had received a very generous gift of property in her Great aunty Melissa's will due to her parent's foresight in naming her after the old lady and her parent's subsequent divorce which the old lady abhorred. Hence Melissa was very well set up with a fine-looking fiancé and a wedding to plan as soon as he returned from the new world.

Scorned.

One dayspring Melissa was sitting in her parlour recital quietly when her amah Rosie rushed in.

"Miss, young woman the"Majestic's"in she shouted.

The"Majestic,"with Tom Moore, her intended husband aboard had arrived on the tide and was now moored at the town quay.

"Oh my Lord, quickly I must get dressed,"Melissa cried and she rushed around aimlessly as Rosie looked out her sound walking out dress.

An hour later and transformed into a vision of loveliness Melissa was able to loosen up and wait her beau's arrival.

She waited, and waited. Evening came and went and the morning saw her again dress in her best clothes to await him.

By midday her patience was exhausted, she put on her walking shoe, took her sunshade and clasp bag and set forth for the harbour.

Majestic was lying battered and bruised against the harbour wall, her sails stained and torn, new timbers inserted where old single had been swept away and left unpainted and generally tired and wan.

lumper struggled to unlade her. Melissa watched from a space before approaching the matelot guarding the aft gangplank.

"Could you pass a communication to Mr Tom Moore please,"she asked politely.

"Cap'n's in use mam, but if thee has a note I'll see he has it."he replied.

genus Melissa swiftly wrote,"Tom, why have you not called on me ?"she put and signed it.

She slowly made her way homeward only too mindful of the lubricious stares of the sailors who have been deprived of feminine ship's company for weeks if not months.

She had not been home long when a letter arrived,"My heartfelt Melissa"she read, a few origin of platitudes followed and then"must unfortunately due to my own peccadillo end our reason and espousal,"She stared in verbalize disbelief.

"Aggghhhh !"she wailed.

Rosie came running,"What ever is it lady ?"genus Melissa handed her he musical note."I can't read Miss."

"He has scorned me for another,"Melissa explained angrily.

"What overseas girl ?"Rosie asked,"Maybe he turned queer young woman, all those lovely big manly men."

"Oh really you fool."Melissa snapped.

"Well I expect he needed to get his end away like valet needs to, '' Rosie suggested.

"What are you wittering on about ? '' genus Melissa demanded.

"man miss, they balls fills up wi spunk and they has to let fly or they might burst. ``

"Don't be so ridiculous ! '' genus Melissa cautioned.

"Me ridiculous ?"Rosie gasped,"What do you know, you never fucked no one, well I have, I 'ent wasting the secure years of me life saving me maidenhead is I, I reckon you're the fool Miss if I may say so no disrespect mind.

"Don't be impertinent Rosie,"Melissa warned, but she felt angry, an vacate smell spread within her, Bob Hope of companionship, children, dearest and warmth drifting away leaving an aching vacancy within her."What is it like ?"

"Well first time it hurt like nether region but it were worth it,"Rosie said.

"Worth it ?"Melissa asked.

"Well he paid me a guinea for me honour,"Rosie said,"And after why I could stick me fingers up or a rolling pin and pleasure me self."

'' That 's disgusting ! '' genus Melissa cried.

'' Should have held out for more but I were of age so it were n't wrong, effectual like, and I wanted to see what it were like, like.

"Oh, so no dear or passion,"genus Melissa queried.

"Oh don't get me incorrectly miss, when there's a nice live cock up me and a valet de chambre holding me crushing me whatsits against his chest whispering sweet naught that's like promised land on earth."

"Really, and when you get caught with a child ?"Melissa enquired haughtily.

"I know's a Gypsy miss,"Rosie said enigmatically,"You want's to lose your honour and have some fun misfire !"

"Get out you impertinent wretch !"Melissa snapped."Keep out of my way if you know what's good for you.

It was not Rosie's archness but the trueness she spoke which riled her. Melissa often suffered at the work force of a longing to fill the nihility within her. Her pap would go bestir and secretions intended to help oneself ease a appendage within would leak uselessly from her.

Melissa wandered to her bed chamber and angrily began to undress. She was had nowhere to go so she slipped off her jacket and long skirt and shouted for Roise to facilitate her with her tightly buttoned blouse and her mean corsets.

"You said I should keep back away,"Rosie reminded her.

"Hold your lingua and help me,"genus Melissa ordered.

Rosie busied herself placing the jacket and skirt on a hanger before undoing Melisa's girdle lacings."Oh that's better,"Melissa exclaimed as her bosoms were released from the up thrusting girdle."assistance me with my leggings, they are very fine silk and we must not tear them,"genus Melissa added.

"All this tizzy for a man,"Rosie chuckled,"Then he don't want you,"she added as she gently peeled the silk stockings down Melissa's leg,"Stupid thing is a man would far rather thee hadn't no leging nor nix on anyroad, no Pantaloon just a smock he can wind up to get to thee 's whatsits and give thee a seeing to."

"Just because you roam the streets entirely bare under your smock doesn't mean all men want their women to be such gentle conquests."Melissa observed.

"fountainhead if you'd have spread your stage for Captain Marianne Craig Moore you'd have been wed be now, at least common law wed."Rosie pointed out.

"With minor and still abandoned more probably,"Melissa replied.

"No, I knows a gypsy I tell thee,"Rosie sighed,"You needs a effective sightedness to miss and till you loses that honour of yours'you'll never know what you missed."

"Yes I thank you for that, obviously you have no notion of what honour is to the genteel class,"Melissa said.

"And you has no whim of how overnice tis to be fucked, fact it's high clock time you was busted open young lady hoity toity."Rosie retorted.

Rosie was still pulling down genus Melissa's left legging when she saw red,"Tis time you was busted overt and that clip's now !"she snapped, as she wrenched Melissa's leg to one face and reached up towards Melissa's hidden conch,

"occlusion that,"genus Melissa ordered but Rosie had reached inside Melissa 's pantaloon and taken a firm range of her pussy mound.

"Thee likes it really,"Rosie chuckled as she pressed her ovolo between the as yet unyielding twat lips making Melissa gasp in surprisal as she tried to deny the delight she was deriving.

"Dear god stop or I shall be ruined,"Melissa exhorted but Rosie's ovolo was relentless in its air pressure and slowly fraction by fraction it slipped into Melissa's void.

"That's just a thumb imagine a stopcock ten times the size,"Rosie laughed, but in truth Melissa was now ruined, Rosie's ovolo had unimpeded accession as the membrane torus,"Oh my god you're soaking, you needs it so bad don't thee miss ?"

"No I don't !"Melissa protested, but Rosie had reached for the hearth brush with its slender ebony handle and withdrawing her ovolo Rosie was able to skid the handgrip between Melissa's virtuous pussy lips and deep into the waiting tender wet softness of Melissa's womb.

"full stop !"genus Melissa cried but it was too later, she was ruined, and impaled, and the feeling was exquisite.

Rosie went to dispatch the coppice but Melissa stopped her, and instead pressed the grip even more firmly inside herself.

"Oh god you evil wench what have you done !"Melissa protested but her feelings were running wild, her teat were enlarged and begging to be sucked but Rosie felt she could not be so forward as to oblige so she merely watched as Melissa clumsily approached her first ever climax.

"Just ideate if that was a squeamish warm cock and he filled you up with nice warm cock succus !"Rosie looked on in amazement.

"Why should I refuse myself,"Melissa demanded,"What do I need with a husband when I could just have a man please me when I desire it ?"

"That ‘ ent instinctive miss,"Rosie exclaimed,"Fine womanhood like you needs a husband."

"That's not what you said a minute ago is it ?"genus Melissa insisted.

"You still want's a man to render for thee."Rosie added.

"But I have an income and a menage, if I wed the dimension becomes my husband's,"genus Melissa explained.

"I suppose it does,"Rosie agreed,"I never thought of that !"

"So where shall I find such men ?"Melissa asked.

Rosie thought a import"They queues up outside the bawdy house down the docks, big lusty sailors who hant had a skirt for months."

"You are suggesting I become a whore ?"Melissa challenged.

"well thee has the looks for it,"Rosie admitted,"But thee asked where thee should get a man, three should take in sold thee award really."

"Oh get out of my sight !"Melissa snapped and Rosie scuttled away.

Which left genus Melissa with the hair coppice. She idly rubbed her pussy with the bristles before deciding decorum was required whereupon she bolted the bed bedroom door to open some privacy before once again easing the handle of the clash inside herself. It was too slim, she decided, so she tried her fingers, but they were too short. She needed a man. Or at least a cock, maybe two, or three. life sentence was passing her by. It was sentence to take action.

"Rosie where is my caligraphy set !"Melissa shouted abruptly.

Rosie came running but found the bed chamber door bolted

"In the living room Miss !"she replied.

"Good,"Melissa agreed and went down to start her master plan.

commencement she drew up with her own shaft pen a letter requesting a way for several days commencing at the earlier time at an Hotel adjacent to the town quay, one frequented mainly by Matelots, as leghorn were then known, who generally hired the room by the time of day and by fallen cleaning lady who preyed upon the Matelots.

Then with chirography brushes she she created on small section of thick card a great number of cards with her name upon them offering a great variety of carnal service, leaving the address lacuna. It was late into the night when she capitulated to weariness and the failings of her lamps and completed the task.

She bathed and went to her bed whereupon after a few moments of pleasure afforded by her own thumb she fell into a mystifying sleep.

With the dawn she had Danvers here elderly and completely impotent Ostler/ driver/ handyman /general factorum/ man servant go with Rosie to deliver the alphabetic character to the various hotels at the Ithiel Town quay and book a suitable room.

poor Rosie was mortified, but with the morning only busy stevedores loading and unloading ships and hard working Matelots engaged in ship alimony were to be found abroad while a few sottish spent Matelots sprawled in corners as prey for cutpurse and jennet men and worse.

Rosie secured a way at the Grand Praed, yes that is how they spelled it, Hotel and hurried back to the House.

Melissa swiftly added the name and address and room number to her cards in thick pencil and instructed Rosie to deliver them to the expanse of the Ithiel Town quay and especially to the Majestic and Tom Moore and to induce Danvers accompany her.

Melissa sat back and waited. In her night-robe, brush in hired man, leg apart, experimenting with pressing the brush handle outwards and her thumb inwards against her nub until tingles engulfed her total body.

Rosie returned presently,"You going to drop all day wanking missy ?"Rosie demanded.

"I may well, why ?"she asked

"You ought to draw the curtains then as folk music can see in and see your whatsits and that, you 'll frighten the horses."Rosie replied.

"Don't be so snotty-nosed, witness cook and have her prepare a late break fasting if you please,"Melissa ordered.

A pleasant dayspring ensued, Coffee, toast with jam, a racy novel, a ennoble wank and day pipe dream of what a large rampant well muscled shaft would sense like inside her took her easily until tiffin time of very near when suddenly with a audio like thunder she found her front room access assailed vigorously.

Danvers answered only to be swept aside the here and now the deadbolt was withdrawn, and a very wild, red faced Tom George Edward Moore stormed past Rosie and burst into the draftsmanship room completely un announced."What in graven image figure is the meaning of this ?"Tom demanded brandishing one of genus Melissa's cards.

"My new business venture,"Melissa explained, as she sat in her arm chairperson dressed in only her Nox nightgown."Do you approve."

"Are you quite mad ?"he asked.

"Her is sir, quite mad,"Rosie agreed.

"No sir, I need a man, and it seems sea men have such needs for cleaning lady that they pay for the prerogative,"she explained as if to an imbecile,"Therefore I intend to indulge my needs for a man and raise plenteous at the same time."

"What in deity name has got into you ?"he demanded.

"Her hair brush, she been wanking wi'it all morning,"Rosie replied,"Her stuck it up herself and lost her accolade when you scorned her sir."

"I didn't scorn her, I have been with another,"he pleaded.

"If you don't want me there are thousands who do,"Melissa exclaimed."I am afraid I don't receive gentlemen her generally, but as you are obviously in some hurt Rosie will take in your two French Guinea and we can do the deed forthwith.

"Two dago !"Tom exclaimed.

"Cheap at the price considering she never had a cock before,"Rosie piped up,"You can do me for tanner !"

"You astound me !"Tom exclaimed.

Rosie took Tom's bag which was secured to his belt and took two golden French Guinea coins,"There that's ma'am paid for, her en't wearing no pantaloons so drop cloth thee trews and get stuck in."

"Rosie !"Melissa exclaimed.

"Damn you all I shall do just that ! '' Tom cried, and though he was slowed considerably by having to remove his sea boots and blockheaded sea trousers he soon stood before Melissa naked from the waist brandishing a chummy rampant pecker some eight to ten in long.

Melissa's nerve almost failed her but Tom grabbed her like she was a sacking of food grain and positioned her on the edge of the chair, her legs spread wide and thereupon he speared her.

Her untrained muscleman protested the intrusion, but his warm live well muscled cock was all she had imagined and more. He thrust urgently within her, calendar week of abstinence driving his Passion until with a sovereign travail he expelled copiously within her.

"Oh, is that it ?"Melissa exclaimed as he withdrew long before she had a hazard to reach her peak.

"Sorry,"Tom apologised,"I don't know what came over me."

"He's too bore girl,"Rosie opined,"spring him a few moment and he can try again."

"Try again, I want a man who can satisfy me !"genus Melissa complained.

"fountainhead,"Rosie exclaimed."You could always do what as you said and come a whore, have them queueing outside the threshold so when one's done some other can take in a go ?"

"Rosie !"Melissa rebuked her.

"Don't be so stupid, I forbid it entirely !"Tom exclaimed.

"You sir have no say in the matter,"Melissa declared,"Indeed if you have not recovered within on quarter hour I shall avail myself of the world-class available rampant member I encounter as I venture forth to the townspeople quay."

"Don't trouble sir, I'll aid thee,"Rosie declared. She took the H2O jug from the bedside table and taking a fabric she carefully washed Tom's sadly deflated member before kissing its flaccid tip.

It remained unmoved so she cupped his testes and grasped the tool firmly. It began to act very slightly so Rosie knelt before him and ran her glossa up the ridge on the underside of the shaft. The enlargement swiftly became a full return to rampancy.

"There you are sir, you may rise my mistress again,"Rosie chuckled.

"And what if I desire to ride you instead ?"Tom asked.

"Oh sir you are a tease !"Rosie laughed,"fancy woman would sack me."

"Oh no, you may hop on her if you prefer,"Melissa simpered.

"No Melissa, I want you !"Tom explained.

"My circumstances perhaps,"she conceded,"fountainhead you shall not have it, I shall lease pleasure with you when you are in port and with who so ever I shall choose when you are abroad."

"I,"Tom replied but then he let his member do the talking as he stepped forward and guided it unerringly into her waiting cavern.

"Kiss me,"genus Melissa demanded as Tom's fellow member thrust against the far member of her womb.

"One does not kiss working girl,"he retorted,

"Then I shall tear four wop, two per entry,"she replied.

He grasped her boldness in his handwriting and kissed he passionately.

"That's better, much better,"Melissa agreed,"I could easily become customary to this."

"So you'll wed me ?"Tom asked.

"goodness Divine no,"Melissa replied as she wondered if a slightly poor member of outstanding girth might please her better,"We shall recite masses we were wed abroad, but no legalities, no, leave my side and I shall find comfort elsewhere."

"So when I sail away ?"he asked.

"I shall seek another, or some others,"she simpered,"Now show me why I should keep back you as my lover."

Tom's promontory was spinning, genus Melissa's lover ? He wanted her fate, not her torso, though in accuracy she was far from insufferable physically, quite beautiful and trim, and to his utter jounce she was gloriously rapacious.

He shut his judgement and before he knew he was swimming in a sea of use germ as Melissa gasped with pleasure.

"That was rather pleasant,"Melissa admitted,"Shall you stay for tiffin ? I may have need of you later."

"I must manage my ship, I am sailing on Thursday,"he explained.

"You may select, sail on Th or stick around with me,"Melissa suggested,"For I shall not deny myself if you sail."

"Damn you fair sex !"Tom exclaimed and even as his member slid from Melissa he lofted her gown over her forefront to bare her entirely. Next he discarded his shirts and completely bared he lifted Melissa and deposited her advance up the bed where she could slip beneath the bed covers.

"The ship can wait I need a eternal rest,"he declared as he slid in beside her. Maybe she would come round in sentence, he thought.

Melissa lay beside her man sated for the moment. She pondered, perhaps slightly More cinch and Thomas More stamina would be preferred, but she would wait. And when he sailed away. Then perhaps she would retrieve that problematical wider and less easily exhausted penis.

The issue was firmly in his court.

He laid his mind on her titty and then idly turned over and began sucking her left teat.

And genus Melissa ?, well for now she was contented