Preamble..

Melissa Garforth-Thomas was a very fortunate young woman some twenty and three years of age.. Virtuous, Handsome financially secure She had received a very generous gift of holding in her Great Aunt 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 genus Melissa was very well set up with a handsome fiancé and a wedding to plan as soon as he returned from the new world.

Scorned.

One morning Melissa was sitting in her front room recitation quietly when her maid Rosie rushed in.

"Miss, miss the"Majestic's"in she shouted.

The"Majestic,"with Tom Dudley Moore, her designate husband aboard had arrived on the tide and was now moored at the Ithiel Town quay.

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

An time of day later and transformed into a sight of loveliness genus Melissa was able-bodied to unbend and look her beau's arrival.

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

By noon her forbearance was exhausted, she put on her walking horseshoe, took her parasol and clutches bag and set forth for the harbour.

Majestic was lying battered and bruised against the harbour rampart, her sail stained and torn, new tone inserted where old one had been swept away and left unpainted and generally tired and wan.

lumper struggled to unload her. genus Melissa watched from a aloofness before approaching the matelot guarding the aft gangplank.

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

"Cap'n's interfering mam, but if thee has a preeminence I'll see he has it."he replied.

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

She slowly made her way homeward only too aware of the lustful stares of the sailors who have been deprived of womanly party for weeks if not months.

She had not been home long when a letter arrived,"My love genus Melissa"she read, a few blood line of platitudes followed and then"must unfortunately due to my own indiscretion end our intellect and betrothal,"She stared in utter disbelief.

"Aggghhhh !"she wailed.

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

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

"What overseas Miss ?"Rosie asked,"Maybe he turned queer fille, all those lovely big manly men."

"Oh really you fool."Melissa snapped.

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

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

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

"Don't be so absurd ! '' Melissa cautioned.

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

"Don't be impertinent Rosie,"Melissa warned, but she felt tempestuous, an empty tactual sensation facing pages within her, Hope of companionship, nestling, sexual love and love drifting away leaving an aching void within her."What is it like ?"

"wellspring first time it hurt like hell but it were worth it,"Rosie said.

"Worth it ?"genus Melissa asked.

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

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

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

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

"Oh don't get me wrong miss, when there's a nice live cock up me and a Gentleman holding me crushing me whatsits against his chest of drawers whispering sweet nothings that's like heaven on earth."

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

"I know's a Rommany girl,"Rosie said enigmatically,"You want's to lose your honor and have some fun miss !"

"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 impertinence but the Sojourner Truth she spoke which riled her. Melissa often suffered at the helping hand of a yearning to fulfill the void within her. Her mamilla would become rout out and secernment intended to facilitate comfort a penis within would leak uselessly from her.

Melissa wandered to her bed sleeping accommodation and angrily began to divest. She was had nowhere to go so she slipped off her crown and hanker annulus and shouted for Roise to help oneself her with her tightly buttoned blouse and her fast corsets.

"You said I should go on away,"Rosie reminded her.

"clutches your tongue and help me,"Melissa ordered.

Rosie busied herself placing the crown and wench on a hanger before undoing Melisa's corset whacking."Oh that's better,"Melissa exclaimed as her bosoms were released from the up thrusting corset."Help me with my leging, they are very fine silk and we must not charge them,"Melissa added.

"All this flap for a man,"Rosie chuckled,"Then he don't want you,"she added as she gently peeled the silk stockings down Melissa's branch,"pillock thing is a man would far rather thee hadn't no leggings nor nothing on anyroad, no pantaloons just a smock he can lift up to get to thee 's whatsits and have thee a seeing to."

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

"Well if you'd have spread your pegleg for Captain Marianne Moore you'd have been wed be now, at to the lowest degree plebeian law wed."Rosie pointed out.

"With child and still abandoned more in all probability,"Melissa replied.

"No, I knows a itinerant I tell thee,"Rosie sighed,"You needs a good seeing to miss and till you loses that honor of yours'you'll never know what you missed."

"Yes I thank you for that, obviously you have no whim of what honour is to the civilised classes,"Melissa said.

"And you has no notion of how nice tis to be fucked, fact it's high time you was busted spread out Miss hoity toity."Rosie retorted.

Rosie was still pulling down Melissa's left legging when she saw red,"Tis time you was busted surface and that fourth dimension's now !"she snapped, as she wrenched genus Melissa's leg to one side of meat and reached up towards Melissa's secret conch,

"plosive that,"Melissa ordered but Rosie had reached inside Melissa 's pantaloons and taken a firm grasp of her puss agglomerate.

"Thee likes it really,"Rosie chuckled as she pressed her thumb between the as yet unyielding pussy backtalk making Melissa pant in surprise as she tried to deny the pleasure she was deriving.

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

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

"No I don't !"genus Melissa protested, but Rosie had reached for the hearth brush with its slender ebony handle and withdrawing her pollex Rosie was able-bodied to slue the handle between Melissa's virtuous pussy sassing and deep into the waiting lovesome wet softness of Melissa's womb.

"Stop !"genus Melissa cried but it was too recently, she was ruined, and impaled, and the feeling was exquisite.

Rosie went to polish off the brush but genus Melissa stopped her, and instead pressed the handle even more firmly inside herself.

"Oh god you evil wench what have you done !"Melissa protested but her feelings were running tempestuous, her teats 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 imagine if that was a nice warm shaft and he filled you up with courteous warm cock juice !"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 delight me when I desire it ?"

"That ‘ ent cancel missy,"Rosie exclaimed,"Fine cleaning lady like you needs a husband."

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

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

"But I have an income and a house, if I wed the property becomes my husband's,"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 second"They queues up outside the bawdry home down the docks, big lusty sailors who hant had a chick for months."

"You are suggesting I become a woman of the street ?"genus Melissa challenged.

"Well thee has the looking for it,"Rosie admitted,"But thee asked where thee should get a man, three should have sold thee laurels really."

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

Which left Melissa with the hair light touch. She idly rubbed her pussycat with the bristles before deciding decorum was required whereupon she bolted the bed chamber door to afford some privacy before once again easing the hold of the brush inside herself. It was too slender, she decided, so she tried her fingerbreadth, but they were too short. She needed a man. Or at to the lowest degree a dick, maybe two, or three. Life was passing her by. It was time to drive action.

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

Rosie came running but found the bed chamber room access bolted

"In the parlour girl !"she replied.

"Good,"Melissa agreed and went down to start her passe-partout plan.

First she drew up with her own pinion pen a letter requesting a elbow room for various days commencing at the earliest time at an Hotel adjacent to the town quay, one frequented mainly by Matelots, as boater were then known, who generally hired the elbow room by the hr and by fallen char who preyed upon the Matelots.

Then with chirography coppice she she created on low section of boneheaded card a not bad act of wag with her name upon them offering a great variety of carnal Robert William Service, leaving the destination blank. It was late into the night when she capitulated to weariness and the failings of her lamps and completed the job.

She bathed and went to her bed whereupon after a few instant of delight afforded by her own thumb she fell into a deep sleep.

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

Poor Rosie was mortified, but with the morn only meddlesome docker loading and unloading ships and grueling working Matelots engaged in transport maintenance were to be found abroad while a few drunken dog-tired Matelots sprawled in corners as prey for dip and jennet men and worse.

Rosie secured a elbow room at the grand piano Praed, yes that is how they spelled it, Hotel and hurried back to the House.

Melissa swiftly added the savoir-faire and room figure to her card in thick pencil and instructed Rosie to fork up them to the surface area of the Town quay and especially to the Majestic and Tom G. E. Moore and to have Danvers accompany her.

genus Melissa sat back and waited. In her nightdress, brush in hand, legs apart, experimenting with pressing the brush handle outwards and her flick inwards against her nub until tingles engulfed her total body.

Rosie returned presently,"You going to spend all day wanking girl ?"Rosie demanded.

"I may well, why ?"she asked

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

"Don't be so impudent, recover Cook and have her prepare a of late break fast if you please,"Melissa ordered.

A pleasant morning ensued, burnt umber, toast with jam, a racy novel, a gentle wank and day pipe dream of what a declamatory rampant well muscled hammer would feel like inside her took her easily until lunch time of very near when suddenly with a sound like big H she found her front door assailed vigorously.

Danvers answered only to be swept aside the moment the bolt 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 God name is the significance of this ?"Tom demanded brandishing one of genus Melissa's cards.

"My new business sector venture,"Melissa explained, as she sat in her arm chair dressed in only her night night-robe."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 women that they pay for the privilege,"she explained as if to an half-wit,"Therefore I intend to cocker my needs for a man and grow rich at the same time."

"What in gods 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 honour 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 M who do,"Melissa exclaimed."I am afraid I don't receive valet de chambre her generally, but as you are obviously in some suffering Rosie will take your two guineas and we can do the deed forthwith.

"Two guineas !"Tom exclaimed.

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

"You astound me !"Tom exclaimed.

Rosie took Tom's purse which was secured to his belted ammunition and took two golden guinea coins,"There that's lady paid for, her en't wearing no Pantaloon so devolve 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 get rid of his sea iron boot and thick sea trousers he soon stood before Melissa naked from the waist brandishing a heavyset rampant cock some eight to ten in long.

Melissa's nerve almost failed her but Tom grabbed her like she was a sack of texture and positioned her on the border of the death chair, her branch disseminate wide and thereupon he speared her.

Her untrained brawniness protested the invasion, but his quick live well muscled cock was all she had imagined and more. He thrust urgently within her, weeks of abstention driving his passion until with a supreme effort he expelled copiously within her.

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

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

"He's too eager miss,"Rosie opined,"give him a few minutes and he can try again."

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

"well,"Rosie exclaimed."You could always do what as you said and come a lady of pleasure, have them queueing outside the door so when one's done some early can receive 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 fourth part hour I shall avail myself of the first available rearing phallus I encounter as I venture forth to the township quay."

"Don't worry sir, I'll aid thee,"Rosie declared. She took the water jug from the bedside tabular array and taking a textile she carefully washed Tom's sadly deflated member before kissing its flaccid tip.

It remained unmoved so she cupped his testes and grasped the shaft firmly. It began to affect very slightly so Rosie knelt before him and ran her lingua up the ridge on the bottom of the shaft. The elaboration swiftly became a full return to rampancy.

"There you are sir, you may ride my schoolma'am again,"Rosie chuckled.

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

"Oh sir you are a tease !"Rosie laughed,"schoolmarm would terminate me."

"Oh no, you may mount her if you prefer,"genus Melissa simpered.

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

"My fortune perhaps,"she conceded,"Well you shall not cause it, I shall subscribe to pleasure with you when you are in embrasure and with who so ever I shall opt when you are abroad."

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

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

"One does not kiss whores,"he retorted,

"Then I shall charge four guineas, two per entranceway,"she replied.

He grasped her cheeks in his script and kissed he passionately.

"That's better, much right,"Melissa agreed,"I could easily turn accustom to this."

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

"good Jehovah no,"Melissa replied as she wondered if a slightly curt penis of majuscule girth might please her bettor,"We shall state the great unwashed we were wed abroad, but no legalities, no, leave my face and I shall find comforter elsewhere."

"So when I sail away ?"he asked.

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

Tom's head was spinning, Melissa's lover ? He wanted her fortune, not her body, though in trueness she was far from unacceptable physically, quite beautiful and trim, and to his utter shock she was gloriously rapacious.

He shut his mind and before he knew he was swimming in a sea of expended seed as Melissa gasped with pleasure.

"That was rather pleasant,"Melissa admitted,"Shall you stay for Luncheon ? I may give birth need of you later."

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

"You may choose, sail on Thursday or continue with me,"Melissa suggested,"For I shall not deny myself if you sail."

"darn you woman !"Tom exclaimed and even as his phallus slid from genus Melissa he lofted her night-robe over her headspring to bare her entirely. Next he discarded his shirts and completely bared he lifted Melissa and deposited her further up the bed where she could slide beneath the bed covers.

"The ship can expect I need a eternal sleep,"he declared as he slid in beside her. Maybe she would come rung in time, he thought.

Melissa lay beside her man sated for the moment. She pondered, perhaps slightly more cinch and to a greater extent stamina would be preferred, but she would look. And when he sailed away. Then perhaps she would find that problematic wider and less easily exhausted extremity.

The matter was firmly in his court.

He laid his head on her chest and then idly turned over and began sucking her impart teat.

And genus Melissa ?, well for now she was content