Captain Hirst's Virgin Bride

The room was suddenly mum, all hinged upon the turning of a card. master Cashmire watched intently as I turned over my finale wag. An Ace.

The colour drained from his face.

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

"Nerves my overlord,"I assured him,"Just nervus, you may well own had a 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 vast pile of chips and Cashmire's note towards me. I was not particularly excited, I just wanted to teach the old jester a lesson.

"goodness God Cashers,"noble Althwaite chipped in,"You just bet your land and lost !"

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

"Hardly cheating old boy, '' Allthwaite laughed,"Ace up the sleeve that's cheating, not soft 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 honour against the demesne !"he insisted.

I concurred. He lost. Again. He fainted. I bade my friends undecomposed bye and retired to my lodgings.

Bunty roused me future day. He insisted I went to Cashmire parking area forthwith to lay claim my prize.

I concurred. We arrived at noon. God Almighty Cashmire greeted us."So which one will you choose ?"

He took us to the withdrawing room.

"I am afraid in addition to losing my acres in a game of fire hook conclusion evening I also wagered my daughters honour,"He explained,"I did not determine which girl so Captain Hirst has come to choose."

"Ah, My Creator,"We came to talk about 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 center down. The youngest held my stare."I am not of age !"she said firmly.

"Your name ?"I asked.

"Amelia !"she replied.

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

"Of course,"she snapped her eyes blazing.

"Then I shall choose you my dear,"I averred,"We shall wed on my return and fill your pureness, until then I shall entrust the management of my estate to your capable hands."

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

I bade them leave-taking. 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 damn years.

Our conflict weary regiment landed at Portsmouth three years and eight calendar month to the day after departing. I had much to do. Our officer corps decimated by the barbarian of the Khyber laissez passer and the malarious infection and illnesses which abound in that god forsaken land.

I went as senior pilot and returned as substantive Colonel, surely to return to the rank of John R. Major when the war berth became aware of my field promotion.

It was Bunty who reminded me of Lord Cashmire and the land. Bunty at my slope throughout the run, a true friend.

We went to Cashmire parking lot a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after landing. Bunty professed a liking for Cashmire's minute youngest so we went in high-pitched spirits.

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

"I should apologise for my husband Captain,"she said levelly,"But I shall not for he is a come apart man."

"I am sorry to find out that,"I replied.

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

"Look, My dame, I came to resolve the affair, I never sought to take your estates."I explained,"Just teach the example of the evil of gambling."

"fountainhead narrate that to Amelia. She is ruined and My husband is a broken man, broken Captain."she protested.

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

"Somewhere you shall never rule 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 bawdry mansion near Portsmouth Dockyard."

"What, what are your saying ?"I demanded.

"She would not reconcile 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 ingest wooed her but I would never ingest 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,"Maker Cashmire informed me,"She says she likes it very much."

I felt sick.

We made our leak. 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 pull in 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 al-Qaeda whores.

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

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

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

We entered the darkness. skimmer sat on bench quenching their thirstiness with watery beer instead of their common lime juice and grog. Ladies if such term could be applied to ground cleaning woman, raised their skirts for a few coins to demo their bared loins and let the men paw at their buck private parts.

A bawdry kiss on the sassing, a calm down Bible and a lucky bluejacket would whisk off a bird away up the stairs to some buck private place of some such. Sometimes a chemical group of sailors would take a giggling chick up the stairs with them.

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

"Insolent skirt, 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 Creator, You're that headwaiter aint you ?"she gasped,"She said you was malefic and ugly like a teras and a donkey, but you ent, are you ?"

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

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

"Take 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 tuppence for my trouble."

I did as she said. I followed her up the stairs, past times rooms where the sounds of passion resonated and reverberated through the ill fitttng doorway, along lousy stained corridors of creaking floorboards and up again to smaller meaner rooms.

Our guide opened a room access. The small cramped room was filled with sailors. The roof sloped down along one face where the room was set against the cap. An iron bedstead took much of the space and a Danton True Young fille with blonde tomentum lay on the filthy stained mattress. Her short once T. H. White gaberdine was up around her shank and down around her shank revealing her hammock upon which two Panama hat were sucking while a third had his member firmly embedded in the girl innards, and endeavouring to hale it even further in.

I was shocked that Amelia could derive to this.

"Oops sorry, incorrectly one !"our guidebook simpered.

The next room was similar. The ceiling again sloped down, an iron bed with stained mattress near filled what had been a servant's room and sailors near filled the supernumerary outer space. This time the bird was kneeling over the bed with just one straw hat serving her with his member rammed firmly up her backside.

"Ohh, Sorry,"our chick said awkwardly,"Must be the following one."

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

I stood in talk disbelief. The elbow room was the same as the others but the doll was not abed. She was between two sailors. Her pegleg and weaponry wrapped around one lucky chap upon whose phallus she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his member forced deep into her backside. She was laughing. Her dentition dazzling white, her gilt hair swirling, her mounds were crushed against the sailor's chest as apart from her stockings she was completely naked.

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

My knee joint buckled,"No, Yes,"I blustered.

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

Her eyes widened as the Panama reached the point in time of release and as he did so she contrived to kiss him entire on the lips yet somehow she still managed to stare at me.

I stood in the threshold transfixed."I expect they will change ends next,"my wench said,"Shall I suckle your fellow member to take a crap you nice and stiff 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 rear of barrel if you don't get relief soon !"

"I can't understand,"I confessed. My dame closed the door. There was a modest wooden bench. We sat together.

"See there's women and there's cleaning woman,"she explained,"Some likes a unspoiled seeing to and some don't, some make-believe to like a good 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 enough 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 door."Time's up you're wanted down stairs in number four for a special,"he announced.

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

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

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

I did as she said, A door led to a constringe darkened corridor with small spy trap 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 apparel. she looked every column inch a madam except the cleavage was so low her breasts were completely bare and the nominal head was cut away to show her slot and mound.

"Who's first ?"she asked.

She chose. She slipped off his swath, 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 decent hand.

Then the other men dropped their breeches also, not only dropped but dropped to the floor and kicked off. Amelia changed valet de chambre. Suckling and caressing different men till all their extremity were rock and roll severely and then with them all clustered around she tipped them over the bound, their ejaculate splashing her face, her eyes, her wearing apparel everywhere. Even her paunch 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 King John ?"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 sluttish when you have six inches of solid stopcock up inside me,"she said knowingly,"You men are all alike."

My chick Josie helped me to skid out of the narrow-minded corridor and make water my way to where Amelia waited.

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

"I want to verbalize,"I said feebly.

I stood there uselessly. My chick unbuttoned my breeches. My 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 stopcock,"she said as she stroked me.

"I didn't mean for this to materialise,"I said earnestly,"I meant to woo you and if you did not respond 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 trade my honour to the high bidder."

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

"I like it,"Amelia admitted,"I love the feel of a whole member press and pulsating and the joy it affords the gentleman."She lay back and spread her pegleg wide before opening the back talk to her womb to open me a purview right into her viscera,"And I know just how dire you are to stick your member rich inside me, but, John,"she said."You may not, I forbid it !"and she laughed.

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

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

My doll squeezed my bollock. My member erupted. My love cream splattered over Amelia's leg. My bird wiped it onto her finger's breadth and in bout she wiped her fingers inside Amelia's parts.

"Hey !"Amelia protested unconvincingly, but the human activity 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 screw how inadequate your member is."

"Oh think as you damned well like,"I muttered,"You are a base working girl, and it's all my fault."Something moistness fell onto my bare leg. I realised I was crying.

The bird held me near,"Its all mighty sir,"she said,"Amelia is a whore sir, you could never have made her well-chosen with your humble 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 man spill his seed before he even mounts me, or have two phallus inside me at one time, or have one man after another queue to get on me."

I sobbed.

"Are you a Gentleman who wishes to be humiliated ?"Amelia asked,"Who likes the cat o nine tailcoat across his bare ass ? Some do. They pay very well. Do you live I could do you a special charge per unit, tie you to the bed and leave you to starve while the rat eat your toes and."

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

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

"I will throw your stallion syndicate in the gutter,"I snapped.

"Oh unspoilt, send my younger sisters to me,"Amelia suggested, whether in jest or seriousness I knew not,"But not the older 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 phone advice,"I replied.

"And don't give the staff cite,"Amelia added,"If I am a cocotte there is no reason in the world they should bear a Lake Superior station."

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

"She will do turn,"the skirt 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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