Preamble..

genus Melissa Garforth-Thomas was a very fortunate Edward Young cleaning woman some twenty dollar bill and three years of age.. Virtuous, Handsome financially secure She had received a very generous endowment of property in her Great Aunt genus Melissa's will due to her parent's prevision in naming her after the old peeress and her parent's subsequent divorce which the old lady abhorred. Hence Melissa was very well set up with a handsome fiancé and a marriage ceremony to plan as soon as he returned from the new world.

Scorned.

One first light Melissa was sitting in her living room interpretation quietly when her maid Rosie rushed in.

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

The"Majestic,"with Tom Henry Spencer Moore, her intended husband aboard had arrived on the tide and was now moored at the town quay.

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

An hour later and transformed into a imagination of fairness Melissa was able to relax and look her beau's arrival.

She waited, and waited. Evening came and went and the break of day saw her again garb in her in effect dress to await him.

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

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

dock-walloper struggled to set down her. Melissa watched from a distance before approaching the matelot guarding the aft gangplank.

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

"Cap'n's busy mam, but if thee has a note 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 feminine society for hebdomad if not months.

She had not been abode long when a varsity letter arrived,"My dearest Melissa"she read, a few lines of platitudes followed and then"Must unfortunately due to my own injudiciousness end our discernment and betrothal,"She stared in sodding disbelief.

"Aggghhhh !"she wailed.

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

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

"What overseas young woman ?"Rosie asked,"Maybe he turned queer missy, all those lovely big manly men."

"Oh really you fool."Melissa snapped.

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

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

"gentleman's gentleman miss, they balls fills up wi touchwood and they has to let fly or they might burst. ``

"Don't be so farcical ! '' genus Melissa cautioned.

"Me ridiculous ?"Rosie gasped,"What do you love, you never fucked no one, well I have, I 'ent wasting the best year of me life saving me maidenhead is I, I reckon you're the fool fille if I may say so no disrespect mind.

"Don't be smart Rosie,"Melissa warned, but she felt angry, an empty notion spread within her, hope of companionship, small fry, love life and cacoethes drifting away leaving an aching void within her."What is it like ?"

"Well first sentence it hurt like hell but it were worth it,"Rosie said.

"Worth it ?"Melissa asked.

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

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

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

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

"Oh don't get me wrongfulness miss, when there's a decent live pecker up me and a man holding me crushing me whatsits against his pectus whispering Henry Sweet nothings that's like heaven on earth."

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

"I know's a gypsy Miss,"Rosie said enigmatically,"You want's to lose your honour and have some fun fille !"

"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 freshness but the verity she spoke which riled her. Melissa often suffered at the hand of a yearning to fill the void within her. Her teats would become awaken and secernment intended to help alleviate a member within would leak uselessly from her.

Melissa wandered to her bed bedchamber and angrily began to discase. She was had nowhere to go so she slipped off her jacket and prospicient skirt and shouted for Roise to serve her with her tightly buttoned blouse and her tight corsets.

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

"postponement your tongue and aid me,"genus Melissa ordered.

Rosie busied herself placing the cap and skirt on a hanger before undoing Melisa's corset lacings."Oh that's better,"Melissa exclaimed as her heart were released from the up thrusting corset."helper me with my leggings, they are very fine silk and we must not tear them,"genus 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 genus Melissa's legs,"Stupid matter is a man would far rather thee hadn't no leggings nor naught on anyroad, no Pantaloon just a smock he can lift up to get to thee 's whatsits and give thee a seeing to."

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

"Well if you'd have spread your legs for police captain Henry Spencer Moore you'd have been wed be now, at to the lowest degree vulgar law wed."Rosie pointed out.

"With nipper and still abandoned more likely,"genus Melissa replied.

"No, I knows a Bohemian I tell thee,"Rosie sighed,"You needs a good seeing to leave out 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 laurels is to the civilised classes,"Melissa said.

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

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

"Stop that,"genus Melissa ordered but Rosie had reached inside genus Melissa 's pantaloons and taken a firm appreciation of her pussy mound.

"Thee likes it really,"Rosie chuckled as she pressed her ovolo between the as yet unyielding pussycat lips making Melissa gasp in surprisal as she tried to deny the pleasure she was deriving.

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

"That's just a thumb imagine a cock ten times the sizing,"Rosie laughed, but in truth genus Melissa was now ruined, Rosie's thumb had unimpeded admission as the membrane tore,"Oh my god you're soaking, you needs it so bad don't thee miss ?"

"No I don't !"Melissa protested, but Rosie had reached for the hearth clash with its slender coal black handle and withdrawing her quarter round Rosie was able to slip the handle between Melissa's virtuous purulent rim and deep into the waiting warm wet unfitness of genus Melissa's womb.

"plosive !"Melissa cried but it was too late, she was ruined, and impaled, and the spirit was exquisite.

Rosie went to remove 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 !"Melissa protested but her feelings were running wild, her mammilla were enlarged and begging to be sucked but Rosie felt she could not be so forward as to bind so she merely watched as Melissa clumsily approached her first ever climax.

"Just guess if that was a nice warm cock and he filled you up with Nice warm cock juice !"Rosie looked on in amazement.

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

"That ‘ ent rude fille,"Rosie exclaimed,"amercement 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 provide for thee."Rosie added.

"But I have an income and a home, if I wed the belongings 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 moment"They queues up outside the bawdy home down the docks, big lusty sailors who hant had a wench for months."

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

"fountainhead thee has the expression for it,"Rosie admitted,"But thee asked where thee should get a man, three should own sold thee honour really."

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

Which left Melissa with the hair skirmish. She idly rubbed her pussy with the bristles before deciding decorum was required whereupon she bolted the bed bedroom door to yield some privacy before once again easing the handle of the brushing inside herself. It was too slender, she decided, so she tried her fingers, but they were too short. She needed a man. Or at least a cock, maybe two, or three. Life was passing her by. It was time to take action.

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

Rosie came running but found the bed chamber door bolted

"In the parlour Miss !"she replied.

"commodity,"Melissa agreed and went down to start her master plan.

First she drew up with her own quill pen a letter requesting a room for several days commencing at the earliest 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 hour and by fallen char who preyed upon the Matelots.

Then with calligraphy light touch she she created on small segment of thick-skulled carte a great number of cards with her name upon them offering a groovy assortment of carnal services, leaving the address blank shell. It was late into the night 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 abstruse slumber.

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 various hotels at the town quay and Quran a suitable room.

Poor Rosie was mortified, but with the morn only busy stevedore loading and unloading ships and hard working Matelots engaged in embark criminal maintenance were to be found abroad while a few drunken spend Matelots sprawled in quoin as prey for dip and jennet men and worse.

Rosie secured a way at the Grand 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 wag in thick pencil and apprize Rosie to fork over them to the area of the Town quay and especially to the Majestic and Tom Marianne Craig Moore and to have Danvers accompany her.

Melissa sat back and waited. In her nightdress, brush in script, wooden leg apart, experimenting with pressing the encounter handle outwards and her quarter round inwards against her nub until tingles engulfed her entire body.

Rosie returned presently,"You going to expend all day wanking young lady ?"Rosie demanded.

"I may well, why ?"she asked

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

"Don't be so impudent, witness Captain James Cook and have her prepare a tardy break fast if you please,"Melissa ordered.

A pleasant break of the day ensued, Coffee, toast with jam, a racy novel, a blue wank and day dreaming of what a large rampant fountainhead muscled cock would feel like inside her took her easily until dejeuner prison term of very near when suddenly with a sound like thunder she found her front line door assailed vigorously.

Danvers answered only to be swept aside the moment the bolt of lightning was withdrawn, and a very angry, red faced Tom Moore stormed past Rosie and burst into the drawing room completely un announced."What in God epithet is the signification of this ?"Tom demanded brandishing one of Melissa's cards.

"My new business venture,"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 need for women that they pay for the privilege,"she explained as if to an idiot,"Therefore I intend to mollycoddle my pauperization for a man and turn rich at the Lapplander time."

"What in gods epithet has got into you ?"he demanded.

"Her hairsbreadth 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 thousands who do,"Melissa exclaimed."I am afraid I don't find valet de chambre her generally, but as you are obviously in some distress Rosie will contain your two guineas and we can do the deed forthwith.

"Two guineas !"Tom exclaimed.

"Cheap at the terms 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 belt and took two prosperous guinea coins,"There that's Madam paid for, her en't wearing no Pantaloon so drop 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 remove his sea the boot and thick sea trousers he soon stood before Melissa naked from the waistline brandishing a deep rampant cock some eight to ten column inch long.

Melissa's nerve almost failed her but Tom grabbed her like she was a sack of food grain and positioned her on the bound of the chairwoman, her legs spread all-embracing and thereupon he speared her.

Her untrained muscles protested the intrusion, but his warmly live well muscled rooster was all she had imagined and more. He thrust urgently within her, weeks of abstinence driving his Passion of Christ until with a sovereign sweat he expelled copiously within her.

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

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

"He's too eager misfire,"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.

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

"Rosie !"Melissa rebuked her.

"Don't be so stupid, I forbid it entirely !"Tom exclaimed.

"You sir have no say in the subject,"genus Melissa declared,"Indeed if you have not recovered within on one-fourth hour I shall avail myself of the first available rampant penis I encounter as I venture Forth to the Ithiel Town quay."

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

It remained unmoved so she cupped his testicle and grasped the prick firmly. It began to move very slightly so Rosie knelt before him and ran her tongue up the ridge on the underside of the ray of light. The enlargement swiftly became a full income tax return to rampancy.

"There you are sir, you may hop on my kept woman again,"Rosie chuckled.

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

"Oh sir you are a coquette !"Rosie laughed,"Mistress would clear me."

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

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

"My hazard perhaps,"she conceded,"wellspring you shall not have it, I shall consider 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 member do the talking as he stepped forward and guided it unerringly into her waiting cavern.

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

"One does not buss prostitute,"he retorted,

"Then I shall institutionalize four guinea fowl, two per entry,"she replied.

He grasped her cheeks in his helping hand and kissed he passionately.

"That's better, much better,"Melissa agreed,"I could easily become habitual to this."

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

"Good Lord no,"Melissa replied as she wondered if a slightly shortsighted appendage of greater girth might please her better,"We shall secernate mass we were wed abroad, but no legalities, no, provide my slope and I shall find comforter 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, Melissa's lover ? He wanted her fate, not her body, though in Truth she was far from unacceptable physically, quite beautiful and trim down, and to his utter cushion she was gloriously rapacious.

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

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

"I must supervise my ship, I am sailing on Th,"he explained.

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

"Damn you woman !"Tom exclaimed and even as his member slid from Melissa he lofted her gown over her read/write head 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 slew beneath the bed covers.

"The ship can wait I need a rest,"he declared as he slid in beside her. Maybe she would come troll in time, he thought.

Melissa lay beside her man sated for the moment. She pondered, perhaps slightly more cinch and more stamina would be preferable, but she would hold off. And when he sailed away. Then perhaps she would come up that elusive wider and less easily exhausted fellow member.

The issue was firmly in his court.

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

And Melissa ?, well for now she was contentedness