Preamble..

Melissa Garforth-Thomas was a very fortunate young cleaning woman some twenty and three long time of age.. Virtuous, Handsome financially secure She had received a very generous natural endowment of belongings in her Great aunty genus 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 madam abhorred. Hence 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 first light Melissa was sitting in her living-room indication quietly when her maid Rosie rushed in.

"young lady, young lady the"Majestic's"in she shouted.

The"Majestic,"with Tom Douglas Moore, her signify husband aboard had arrived on the tide and was now moored at the townsfolk 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 hour later and transformed into a vision of loveliness Melissa was able to relax and wait her beau's arrival.

She waited, and waited. evening came and went and the good morning saw her again garb in her ripe dress to wait him.

By noon her patience was exhausted, she put on her walking shoes, took her parasol and clasp bag and set forth for the harbour.

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

Stevedores struggled to put down her. Melissa watched from a length before approaching the matelot guarding the aft gangplank.

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

"Cap'n's meddlesome mam, but if thee has a note of hand 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 concupiscent stares of the navy man who have been deprived of feminine society for weeks if not months.

She had not been dwelling house long when a alphabetic character arrived,"My dearest Melissa"she read, a few lines of platitudes followed and then"Must unfortunately due to my own indiscretion end our understanding and engagement,"She stared in utter disbelief.

"Aggghhhh !"she wailed.

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

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

"What overseas fille ?"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 gentlemen demand to, '' Rosie suggested.

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

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

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

"Me laughable ?"Rosie gasped,"What do you know, you never fucked no one, well I have, I 'ent wasting the best eld of me life saving me hymen 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 hollow feeling bed covering within her, hope of companionship, youngster, sexual love and cacoethes drifting away leaving an aching vacuum within her."What is it like ?"

"fountainhead first meter it hurt like hell but it were worth it,"Rosie said.

"Worth it ?"Melissa asked.

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

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

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

"Oh, so no honey or passionateness,"Melissa queried.

"Oh don't get me damage miss, when there's a nice live tool up me and a valet holding me crushing me whatsits against his bureau 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 fille,"Rosie said enigmatically,"You want's to turn a loss 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 trueness she spoke which riled her. Melissa often suffered at the hand of a hungriness to fulfill the vacuum within her. Her tit would become roused and secretion intended to help relieve a member within would leak uselessly from her.

Melissa wandered to her bed chamber and angrily began to strip down. She was had nowhere to go so she slipped off her jacket crown and foresighted wench and shouted for Roise to serve her with her tightly buttoned blouse and her compressed corsets.

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

"Hold your clapper and avail me,"Melissa ordered.

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

"All this fuss for a man,"Rosie chuckled,"Then he don't want you,"she added as she gently peeled the silk stockings down Melissa's branch,"stupid person affair is a man would far rather thee hadn't no leggings nor goose egg on anyroad, no pantaloons just a gabardine he can lift up to get to thee 's whatsits and leave thee a seeing to."

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

"fountainhead if you'd have spread your legs for maitre d' Moore you'd have been wed be now, at to the lowest degree commons law wed."Rosie pointed out.

"With child and still abandoned more likely,"Melissa replied.

"No, I knows a gypsy I tell thee,"Rosie sighed,"You needs a good seeing 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 cultured classes,"Melissa said.

"And you has no belief of how nice tis to be fucked, fact it's gamy fourth dimension you was busted open young woman hoity toity."Rosie retorted.

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

"Stop that,"genus Melissa ordered but Rosie had reached inside Melissa 's pantaloon and taken a unwavering appreciation of her pussy cumulus.

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

"love god stop or I shall be ruined,"genus Melissa exhorted but Rosie's quarter round was relentless in its force per unit area and slowly fraction by fraction it slipped into genus Melissa's void.

"That's just a hitchhike imagine a prick ten times the size,"Rosie laughed, but in truth Melissa was now ruined, Rosie's quarter round had unimpeded access as the membrane torus,"Oh my god you're drenching, you needs it so bad don't thee misfire ?"

"No I don't !"Melissa protested, but Rosie had reached for the fireside brush with its slender sable grip and withdrawing her ovolo Rosie was able-bodied to slide the handle between Melissa's virtuous kitty sass and inscrutable into the waiting lovesome wet softness of Melissa's womb.

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

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

"Oh god you evil wench what have you done !"genus Melissa protested but her touch 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 imagine if that was a nice warm tool and he filled you up with nice warm peter juice !"Rosie looked on in amazement.

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

"That ‘ ent natural miss,"Rosie exclaimed,"Fine woman 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 allow for for thee."Rosie added.

"But I have an income and a house, if I wed the property becomes my hubby's,"Melissa explained.

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

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

Rosie thought a minute"They queues up outside the bawdy house down the sorrel, big lusty sailors who hant had a wench for months."

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

"Well thee has the looks for it,"Rosie admitted,"But thee asked where thee should get a man, three should bear sold thee honour really."

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

Which left Melissa with the hair brush. She idly rubbed her pussy with the bristles before deciding decorousness was required whereupon she bolted the bed bedroom door to afford some privacy before once again easing the handgrip of the brush inside herself. It was too slender, she decided, so she tried her finger, but they were too short. She needed a man. Or at to the lowest degree a stopcock, maybe two, or three. Life was passing her by. It was time to study action.

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

Rosie came running but found the bed chamber door bolted

"In the living-room young woman !"she replied.

"Good,"Melissa agreed and went down to begin her original plan.

beginning she drew up with her own pinion pen a letter requesting a room for several years commencing at the former clock time at an Hotel adjacent to the town quay, one frequented mainly by Matelots, as sailors were then known, who generally hired the room by the minute and by fallen char who preyed upon the Matelots.

Then with chirography brushing she she created on small segments of thick card a outstanding number of circuit card with her name upon them offering a bully mixture of carnal services, leaving the name and address blank. It was late into the dark 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 mysterious sleep.

With the dawn she had Danvers here elderly and completely impotent Ostler/ driver/ handyman /general factorum/ man servant keep company Rosie to fork out the letter to the various hotels at the town quay and leger a suitable room.

poor people Rosie was mortified, but with the morn only interfering stevedores loading and unloading ships and heavily working Matelots engaged in ship criminal maintenance were to be found abroad while a few drunken spent Matelots sprawled in corners as target for cutpurse and jenny men and worse.

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

Melissa swiftly added the address and room number to her add-in in thick pencil and instructed Rosie to fork up them to the sphere of the township quay and especially to the Majestic and Tom Moore and to have Danvers accompany her.

Melissa sat back and waited. In her night-robe, light touch in manus, legs apart, experimenting with pressing the brush grip outwards and her thumb inwards against her nub until frisson engulfed her full body.

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

"I may well, why ?"she asked

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

"Don't be so impudent, find James Cook and have her prepare a late prison-breaking fast if you please,"Melissa ordered.

A pleasant dawning ensued, coffee berry, pledge with jam, a racy novel, a gentle wank and day dream of what a large rampant well muscled cock would find like inside her took her easily until lunch fourth dimension of very near when suddenly with a strait like thunder she found her front door assailed vigorously.

Danvers answered only to be swept aside the moment the deadbolt was withdrawn, and a very angry, red faced Tom Marianne Craig Moore stormed preceding Rosie and burst into the draft elbow room completely un announced."What in gods gens is the meaning of this ?"Tom demanded brandishing one of Melissa's cards.

"My new job speculation,"Melissa explained, as she sat in her arm chair dressed in only her night surgical gown."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 char that they pay for the privilege,"she explained as if to an imbecile,"Therefore I intend to indulge my needs for a man and grow fat at the Same time."

"What in divinity gens has got into you ?"he demanded.

"Her hair thicket, she been wanking wi'it all morn,"Rosie replied,"Her stuck it up herself and lost her award 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,"genus Melissa exclaimed."I am afraid I don't experience gentlemen her generally, but as you are obviously in some distraint Rosie will take your two guineas and we can do the title forthwith.

"Two Numida meleagris !"Tom exclaimed.

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

"You astound me !"Tom exclaimed.

Rosie took Tom's bag which was secured to his bang and took two gold guinea coins,"There that's Madam paid for, her en't wearing no Pantaloon so put down 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 slay his sea boot and thick sea trouser he soon stood before Melissa naked from the waistline brandishing a duncical rampant rooster some eight to ten inches long.

Melissa's nerve almost failed her but Tom grabbed her like she was a paper bag of grain and positioned her on the edge of the chairwoman, her stage spread wide and thereupon he speared her.

Her untrained muscleman protested the intrusion, but his warm live well muscled rooster 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 ?"genus Melissa exclaimed as he withdrew long before she had a chance to reach 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 !"Melissa complained.

"wellspring,"Rosie exclaimed."You could always do what as you said and come a harlot, have them queueing outside the door so when one's done some other can ingest a go ?"

"Rosie !"Melissa rebuked her.

"Don't be so dazed, 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 help myself of the get-go available rearing extremity I encounter as I venture Forth to the town quay."

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

It remained unmoved so she cupped his testes and grasped the shaft firmly. It began to motivate 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 climb up my kept woman again,"Rosie chuckled.

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

"Oh sir you are a minx !"Rosie laughed,"Mistress would plunder me."

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

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

"My fortune perhaps,"she conceded,"well you shall not have it, I shall pick out 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 fellow member 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 excite four guineas, two per entry,"she replied.

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

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

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

"trade good overlord no,"Melissa replied as she wondered if a slightly poor appendage of greater girth might please her proficient,"We shall tell people we were wed abroad, but no legalities, no, result my side and I shall discover consolation elsewhere."

"So when I sail away ?"he asked.

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

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

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

"That was rather pleasant,"Melissa admitted,"Shall you stay for Luncheon ? I may let pauperism of you later."

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

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

"Damn you woman !"Tom exclaimed and even as his member slid from Melissa he lofted her gown over her psyche to denude 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 hold back I need a relief,"he declared as he slid in beside her. Maybe she would come up round in sentence, he thought.

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

The thing was firmly in his court.

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

And Melissa ?, well for now she was substance