Captain Hirst's Virgin Bride

The way was suddenly understood, all hinged upon the number of a card. Lord Cashmire watched intently as I turned over my last card. An Ace.

The semblance drained from his face.

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

"Nerves my Godhead,"I assured him,"Just brass, you may well have had a Lake Superior hand.

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

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

"Good God Cashers,"Lord Althwaite chipped in,"You just bet your estate of the realm and lost !"

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

"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 like to wager ?"I ventured.

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

"Yes, may daughter's purity against the acres !"he insisted.

I concurred. He lost. Again. He fainted. I bade my friends effective 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 noon. Creator 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 plot of Poker last evening I also wagered my daughter honour,"He explained,"I did not specify which daughter so skipper 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 firstborn,"As am I"said another. One by one they cast their middle down. The youngest held my stare."I am not of age !"she said firmly.

"Your figure ?"I asked.

"Amelia !"she replied.

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

"Of class,"she snapped her optic blazing.

"Then I shall choose you my dear,"I averred,"We shall wed on my return and learn your award, until then I shall entrust the direction of my estate to your adequate to hands."

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

I bade them farewell. Three geezerhood hence they would suffer forgotten me.

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

Our conflict wear out regiment landed at Pompey three geezerhood and eight month to the day after departing. I had much to do. Our officer army corps decimated by the wildcat of the Khyber pass and the malarious infection and illnesses which abound in that god forsaken land.

I went as Captain and returned as substantial Colonel, surely to return to the rank of Major when the war office became cognizant of my field promotion.

It was Bunty who reminded me of Lord Cashmire and the estate. Bunty at my English throughout the campaign, a true friend.

We went to Cashmire commons a few daytime after landing. Bunty professed a liking for Cashmire's 2nd young so we went in high spirits.

Lord Cashmire met us. Bent and fuzzy eyed. He was completely befuddled. peeress Cashmire had to verbalize for him.

"I should excuse for my husband Captain,"she said levelly,"But I shall not for he is a broken man."

"I am grim to discover that,"I replied.

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

"look, My Lady, I came to resolve the matter, I never sought to bring your estates."I explained,"Just teach the lesson of the wickedness of gambling."

"wellspring tell that to Amelia. She is ruined and My hubby is a broken in man, broken in Captain."she protested.

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

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

"But where, a Monastery ? '' I queried

"No sea captain, sadly not,"his Lordship said sadly,"She now resides in a bawdy home 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,"Good 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 oneself 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 infamous, it was named after a 64 gun Man o War to appeal 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 sailors and base whores.

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

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

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

We entered the darkness. navy man sat on work bench quenching their hunger with watery beer instead of their usual basswood succus and grog. Lady if such condition could be applied to free-base adult female, raised their skirts for a few coins to show their bare pubic region and let the men paw at their private parts.

A bawdry kiss on the sass, a calm Word and a lucky sailor would whisk a wench away up the steps to some private place of some such. Sometimes a group of sailors would take a giggling chick up the step with them.

A doll looked up from her companions,"Oh look, an Officer !"she laughed,"And what do you want sir ! Poke a dame up the ass like thee does thee batman I'll stake !"

"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 Jehovah, You're that maitre d'hotel aint you ?"she gasped,"She said you was evil and ugly like a behemoth and a donkey, but you ent, are you ?"

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

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

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

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

I did as she said. I followed her up the stairs, past times rooms where the audio of passionateness resonated and reverberated through the ill fitttng threshold, along cruddy stained corridors of creaking floorboard and up again to smaller meaner rooms.

Our guide opened a threshold. The pocket-sized cramped room was filled with sailors. The cap sloped down along one side where the way was set against the roof. An Fe bedstead took much of the space and a young miss with blond hair lay on the filthy stained mattress. Her short once White River smock was up around her shank and down around her waist revealing her mounds upon which two sailors were sucking while a third base had his extremity firmly embedded in the girls entrails, and endeavouring to thrust it even further in.

I was shocked that Amelia could come to this.

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

The next way was similar. The roof again sloped down, an iron bed with defile mattress near filled what had been a servant's way and Panama near filled the supernumerary outer space. This metre the wench was kneeling over the bed with just one sailor boy serving her with his member rammed firmly up her backside.

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

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

I stood in arrant disbelief. The room was the Same as the others but the wench was not abed. She was between two Panama. Her leg and arms wrapped around one prosperous crevice upon whose phallus she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his member wedge deep into her backside. She was laughing. Her teeth bedazzle flannel, her golden pilus swirling, her hillock were crushed against the sailor's chest as apart from her stockings she was completely naked.

She looked at me,"Hello John the Divine, are you next ?"she asked.

My knee joint 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 Panama more firmly and thrust against him even more forcefully, forcing him ever rich,"Give it to me,"she husked,"You know you want to."

Her eyes widened as the boater reached the detail of dismissal and as he did so she contrived to kiss him full-of-the-moon on the sass yet somehow she still managed to stare at me.

I stood in the doorway transfixed."I expect they will deepen last side by side,"my doll said,"Shall I suckle your fellow member to make you overnice and stiff ready for when she's disengage ?"

"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 charwoman and there's char,"she explained,"Some the like a ripe seeing to and some don't, some pretend to care a near 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.

"fountainhead Amelia's like me, I can't get decent 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 room access."meter's up you're wanted down steps in number four for a special,"he announced.

Amelia had pulled a nightdress around herself when she emerged,"You'll have to hold back, why not come and observe, you might like it,"she explained.

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

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

I did as she said, A door led to a narrow darkened corridor with modest spy cakehole discreetly cut into the paries."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 attire. she looked every inch a lady except the cleavage was so low her white meat were completely bare and the front was cut away to show her slot and mound.

"Who's first ?"she asked.

She chose. She slipped off his bash, lowered his breeches and started to suckle his member, another loosened his breeches and she grasped it with her left hand then a tierce 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 different men till all their members were rock intemperate and then with them all clustered around she tipped them over the boundary, their seed splashing her fount, her center, her dress everywhere. Even her belly from where she scooped it up and forced it up her one-armed bandit. I felt her stare boring into me.

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

"Did you like that John Lackland ?"Amelia asked as she stared at my spy hole."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 light when you have six inches of solid cock up inside me,"she said knowingly,"You men are all alike."

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

She smiled, she slipped off her gown and stood before me posing provocatively,"Get your extremity out then,"she ordered,"Or do you need to foul your rear of barrel ?"

"I want to sing,"I said feebly.

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

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

The wench responded,"Its a nice cock,"she said as she stroked me.

"I didn't mean for this to find,"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 got my honour,"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 solidness member pressing and pulsating and the pleasure it affords the gentleman."She lay back and spread her leg wide before opening the lip to her womb to afford me a view right into her viscera,"And I know just how desperate you are to stick your member oceanic abyss inside me, but, Saint John the Apostle,"she said."You may not, I forbid it !"and she laughed.

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

"How would you like to put your thingy up between my boobies and fool emollient all over me ? '' she taunted.

My doll squeezed my balls. My appendage erupted. My love cream splattered over Amelia's leg. My skirt wiped it onto her finger and in spell 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."

"Liar you wanted to rape me,"Amelia said,"You wanted a shy retiring Virgo so she would never know how unequal your phallus is."

"Oh think as you damned well like,"I muttered,"You are a root word 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 cocotte sir, you could never bear made her happy with your low manhood."

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

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

I sobbed.

"Are you a gentleman who wishes to be humiliated ?"Amelia asked,"Who likes the cat o nine tail end 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 impart you to hunger while the rats eat your toes and."

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

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

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

"Oh goodness, send my younger sister to me,"Amelia suggested, whether in gag or serious-mindedness I knew not,"But not the older ace 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 extension,"Amelia added,"If I am a whore there is no cause in the humankind they should have a superior station."

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

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

"She is ruined,"I answered, I proffered a atomic number 79 coin,"I thank you for your benignity,"I said.

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

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