police chief Hirst's Virgin Brigid

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

The colour drained from his face.

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

"Nerves my Lord,"I assured him,"Just nerves, you may well possess had a ranking hand.

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

I looked around as Mallinson acting as server, or Croupier as the frenchies have it, pushed the vast pile of chips and Cashmire's bill towards me. I was not particularly excited, I just wanted to teach the old fool a lesson.

"goodness God Cashers,"Lord Althwaite chipped in,"You just bet your estate and lost !"

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

"Hardly cheating old boy, '' Allthwaite laughed,"Ace up the sleeve that's cheating, not flabby neck muscles."

"I demand the opportunity to win it back !"Cashmire blustered.

"Indeed, what did you wish to wager ?"I ventured.

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

"Yes, may daughter's accolade against the estate !"he insisted.

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

Bunty roused me next day. He insisted I went to Cashmire car park forthwith to take my prize.

I concurred. We arrived at noon. overlord 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 game of Poker last evening I also wagered my daughter honour,"He explained,"I did not specify which daughter so Captain Hirst has come to choose."

"Ah, My Lord,"We came to discourse the affair,"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 eyes down. The youngest held my stare."I am not of age !"she said firmly.

"Your epithet ?"I asked.

"Amelia !"she replied.

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

"Of course of study,"she snapped her eyes blazing.

"Then I shall choose you my honey,"I averred,"We shall wed on my paying back and take your honour, until then I shall leave the direction of my estate to your capable hands."

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

I bade them farewell. Three years hence they would have forgotten me.

We embarked for Republic of India the day after the future, and I did not repay for three farseeing and crashing years.

Our battle fatigue regiment landed at Portsmouth three years and eight month to the day after departing. I had much to do. Our officeholder army corps decimated by the barbarian of the Khyber pass and the malarious infections and illnesses which abound in that god forsaken land.

I went as maitre d' and returned as substantive Colonel, surely to render to the social station of John Major when the war power became aware of my field promotion.

It was Bunty who reminded me of Godhead Cashmire and the land. Bunty at my position throughout the movement, a true up friend.

We went to Cashmire Park a few Day after landing. Bunty professed a liking for Cashmire's endorsement youngest so we went in heights spirits.

Maker Cashmire met us. Bent and bleary-eyed eyed. He was completely befuddled. Lady Cashmire had to speak for him.

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

"I am gloomy to hear that,"I replied.

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

"smell, My Lady, I came to resolve the subject, I never sought to read your estates."I explained,"Just teach the lesson of the evil of gambling."

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

"So where shall I obtain 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 take her honour."

"But where, a Monastery ? '' I queried

"No 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 accede 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,"goodness god, I never meant, I mean, perhaps I would have wooed her but I would never have taken, you know, forced.."

"well you should own told her that !"Lady Cashmire insisted.

It was frightening,"Where will I find her ?"I asked

"The Agamemnon, near the waterfront,"God Almighty Cashmire informed me,"She says she likes it very much."

I felt sick.

We made our escape. We returned to Portsmouth to look for 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 gate and despite the hr, not yet 5 of the clock was already filled with bibulous boater and base whores.

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

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

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

We entered the darkness. sailors sat on bench quenching their hunger with watery beer instead of their usual lime juice and grog. Ladies if such condition could be applied to base women, raised their dame for a few coins to usher their bared loins and let the men paw at their secret parts.

A bawdy candy kiss on the lips, a quiet Bible and a lucky leghorn would whisk a wench away up the stair to some private berth of some such. Sometimes a group of sailors would take up a giggling chick up the stairs with them.

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

"Insolent wench, I would no more poke a batman than put my appendage in a python mouthpiece,"I averred,"I seek Amelia !"

"Oh god,"she said."Oh my nobleman, You're that maitre d' aint you ?"she gasped,"She said you was malevolent and ugly like a teras and a domestic ass, but you ent, are you ?"

"You know her ?"I demanded, She nodded."Then admit 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 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 speech sound of passion resonated and reverberated through the ill fitttng door, along nasty stained corridors of creaking floor board and up again to pocket-size meaner rooms.

Our guidebook opened a door. The belittled cramped way was filled with Panama hat. The roof sloped down along one side where the room was set against the roof. An Iron bedframe took much of the space and a Edward Young young woman with blonde hair lay on the filthy stained mattress. Her short once egg white smock was up around her waist and down around her waistline revealing her mounds upon which two sailors were sucking while a third had his member firmly embedded in the daughter innards, and endeavouring to ram it even further in.

I was shocked that Amelia could come to this.

"Oops sorry, wrong one !"our usher simpered.

The next room was similar. The ceiling again sloped down, an iron bed with tarnish mattress near filled what had been a servant's room and sailor near filled the excess blank. This time the wench was kneeling over the bed with just one crewman serving her with his member rammed firmly up her backside.

"Ohh, Sorry,"our wench said awkwardly,"Must be the side by side one."

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

I stood in utter disbelief. The room was the same as the others but the dame was not abed. She was between two boater. Her pegleg and coat of arms wrapped around one favorable chap upon whose penis she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his member forced deep into her tail end. She was laughing. Her tooth dazzling white, her favourable pilus swirling, her mounds were crushed against the Panama hat's chest as apart from her stockings she was completely naked.

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

My genu buckled,"No, Yes,"I blustered.

"Then wait outside if you please, I have man to pleasure, and they have me to please !"She grasped the sailor Sir Thomas More firmly and shove against him even more forcefully, forcing him ever bass,"grant it to me,"she husked,"You know you want to."

Her eyes widened as the sailor reached the degree of acquittance and as he did so she contrived to buss him full on the lips yet somehow she still managed to stare at me.

I stood in the doorway transfixed."I expect they will change last next,"my wench said,"Shall I suckle your member to make 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 breeches if you don't get assuagement soon !"

"I can't understand,"I confessed. My doll closed the room access. There was a small wooden bench. We sat together.

"See there's fair sex and there's women,"she explained,"Some likes a thoroughly eyesight to and some don't, some pretend to like a upright eyesight to but don't and some pretend 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 decent and nor can she,"the wench said,"I just wish all me gentleman's gentleman was gentlemen,"she added philosophically.

We waited patiently. One of the bar men appeared, he opened Amelia's door."clip's up you're wanted down stairs in number four for a special,"he announced.

Amelia had pulled a gown around herself when she emerged,"You'll have to await, why not come and watch, you might care it,"she explained.

I followed her, the wench came as well,"I sound tone after you,"she said helpfully,"You might need some rest !"

Amelia disappeared through a room access,"Can't go in there, do with me to the spy hole,"my wench suggested.

I did as she said, A door led to a narrow darkened corridor with little spy holes discreetly cut into the paries."It usually costs tuppence,"she added.

The room was bare. The floor oil material which was freshly cleaned. Seven or eight men waited there. Amelia entered. She wore one of her old attire. she looked every in a lady except the segmentation was so low her breasts were completely bare and the movement was cut away to show her slot and mound.

"Who's first ?"she asked.

She chose. She slipped off his belt, lowered his knickers and started to suckle his phallus, another loosened his rear of barrel and she grasped it with her left hand then a third loosened his and she grasped him with her correct hand.

Then the early men dropped their breeches also, not only dropped but dropped to the base and kicked off. Amelia changed valet de chambre. Sir John Suckling and caressing different men till all their fellow member were rock hard and then with them all clustered around she tipped them over the border, their seed splashing her human face, her eyes, her dress everywhere. Even her belly 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 garb and left the room.

"Did you like that can ?"Amelia asked as she stared at my spy golf 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 easier 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 minute corridor and make my way to where Amelia waited.

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

"I want to lecture,"I said feebly.

I stood there uselessly. My wench unbuttoned my knickerbockers. My member already stiffened strained at her touch.

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

The dame responded,"Its a nice putz,"she said as she stroked me.

"I didn't mean for this to take place,"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 betray my laurels to the in high spirits bidder."

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

"I like it,"Amelia admitted,"I love the feel of a square member pressing and pulsating and the pleasure it affords the gentleman."She lay back and spread her legs wide before opening the lips to her uterus to afford me a eyeshot right into her innards,"And I know just how desperate you are to stick by your member mysterious inside me, but, John,"she said."You may not, I forbid it !"and she laughed.

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

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

My skirt squeezed my balls. My extremity erupted. My love ointment splattered over Amelia's leg. My wench wiped it onto her finger and in turn she wiped her finger's breadth inside Amelia's parts.

"Hey !"Amelia protested unconvincingly, but the human action 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 be intimate how unequal your member is."

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

The skirt held me near,"Its all right sir,"she said,"Amelia is a harlot sir, you could never let made her happy with your modest 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 valet de chambre spill his germ before he even mounts me, or have two member inside me at one fourth dimension, or have one man after another queue to hop on me."

I sobbed.

"Are you a gentleman's gentleman who wishes to be humiliated ?"Amelia asked,"Who likes the cat o nine tails across his bare ass ? Some do. They pay very well. Do you know I could do you a special pace, tie you to the bed and get out you to starve while the rats eat your toes and."

"sufficiency !"I protested. I gathered my thing together and dressed, my mind shut to the continued ramblings.

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

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

"Oh good, send my vernal sister to me,"Amelia suggested, whether in jest or seriousness I knew not,"But not the older ones for they are far too ugly to pull in a man, send out them to the workhouse with mother and father."

"I thank you for your strait advice,"I replied.

"And don't give the faculty references,"Amelia added,"If I am a whore there is no understanding in the world they should hold a superscript station."

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

"She will do daily round,"the wench said hopefully.

"She is ruined,"I answered, I proffered a gold coin,"I thank you for your kindness,"I said.

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

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