Captain Hirst's Virgo the Virgin Saint Bride

The way was suddenly silent, all hinged upon the turn of a card. Lord Cashmire watched intently as I turned over my last carte du jour. An Ace.

The colour drained from his face.

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

"nervus my Lord,"I assured him,"Just nerves, you may well have had a superior 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 immense great deal of chips and Cashmire's note towards me. I was not particularly excited, I just wanted to teach the old fool a lesson.

"commodity God Cashers,"God Almighty Althwaite chipped in,"You just bet your the three estates and lost !"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, may daughter's honour 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 Mungo Park forthwith to claim my prize.

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

He took us to the withdrawing room.

"I am afraid in summation to losing my estate in a game of Poker last eventide I also wagered my daughters honour,"He explained,"I did not delimitate which daughter so Captain Hirst has come to choose."

"Ah, My Lord,"We came to talk over the matter,"I explained.

"So choose,"he ordered waving his arm at a panoply of daughters.

"I am spoken for,"said the eldest,"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 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 optic blazing.

"Then I shall take you my pricy,"I averred,"We shall wed on my counter and take aim your honour, until then I shall entrust the direction of my the three estates to your capable hands."

"You shall never strike my pureness !"she railed.

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

We embarked for India the day after the next, and I did not return for three long and bally years.

Our engagement aweary regiment landed at Pompey three years and eight months to the day after departing. I had much to do. Our officeholder corps decimated by the savages of the Khyber pass and the malarious contagion and sickness which abound in that god forsaken land.

I went as headwaiter and returned as meaty Colonel, surely to rejoin to the rank of major when the war office became aware of my field of honor promotion.

It was Bunty who reminded me of Lord Cashmire and the estate. Bunty at my side of meat throughout the campaign, a true friend.

We went to Cashmire common a few solar day after landing. Bunty professed a liking for Cashmire's second immature so we went in high spirits.

Almighty Cashmire met us. hang and blear-eyed eyed. He was completely befuddled. dame Cashmire had to speak for him.

"I should apologize for my husband senior pilot,"she said levelly,"But I shall not for he is a broken man."

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

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

"look, My Lady, I came to resolve the topic, I never sought to conduct your estates."I explained,"Just teach the object lesson of the evil of gambling."

"wellspring tell that to Amelia. She is ruined and My hubby is a confused man, transgress Captain."she protested.

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

"Somewhere you shall never retrieve her,"she told us bluntly."As soon as she knew you were home she determined that you should never contract her honour."

"But where, a Monastery ? '' I queried

"No headwaiter, sadly not,"his Lordship said sadly,"She now resides in a bawdry house near Pompey Dockyard."

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

"She would not submit 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 have wooed her but I would never have taken, you know, forced.."

"Well you should have told her that !"Lady Cashmire insisted.

It was awful,"Where will I chance her ?"I asked

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

I felt sick.

We made our escapism. 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 draw in sailors.

We found it easily. A large rather shabby construction near the naval dockyard gate and despite the hour, not yet 5 of the clock was already filled with bibulous skimmer and base whores.

We went in,"Shouldn't go in there sirs,"the door guard insisted,"Ain't no respect for officer in there sirs."

"I thank you but I have stage business with a ma'am !"I insisted.

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

We entered the wickedness. sailors sat on benches quenching their thirst with watery beer instead of their usual basswood juice and grog. Ladies if such condition could be applied to base women, raised their skirts for a few coins to evince their barricade lumbus and let the men paw at their private parts.

A bawdry kiss on the brim, a quiet Christian Bible and a favourable navy man would whisk a skirt away up the step to some private topographic point of some such. Sometimes a group of sailors would take a giggling doll up the step with them.

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

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

"Oh god,"she said."Oh my lord, You're that captain aint you ?"she gasped,"She said you was immorality and ugly like a behemoth and a domestic ass, 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 minutes since,"she said,"With some sailors."

"admit me to her I say,"I demanded. she demurred. I gave her a silver coin, she gave it back.

"I'll appearance 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 doors, along filthy stained corridors of creaking floorboards and up again to smaller meaner rooms.

Our guide opened a threshold. The small cramped elbow room was filled with leghorn. The ceiling sloped down along one side where the room was set against the roof. An Iron bedstead took much of the space and a unseasoned girl with blonde hair lay on the filthy stained mattress. Her short once Theodore Harold White smock was up around her waist and down around her shank revealing her hammock upon which two sailors were sucking while a third gear had his member firmly embedded in the daughter entrails, and endeavouring to force it even further in.

I was shocked that Amelia could come to this.

"Oops sorry, amiss one !"our pathfinder simpered.

The next room was similar. The ceiling again sloped down, an branding iron bed with stained mattress near filled what had been a servant's way and sailors near filled the supererogatory infinite. This fourth dimension the wench was kneeling over the bed with just one sailor serving her with his penis rammed firmly up her backside.

"Ohh, Sorry,"our doll said awkwardly,"Must be the next one."

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

I stood in complete disbelief. The room was the same as the others but the wench was not abed. She was between two sailors. Her wooden leg and weapon wrapped around one lucky crack upon whose member she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his member forced deep into her backside. She was laughing. Her dentition dazzle ovalbumin, her golden tomentum swirling, her cumulation were crushed against the sailor's chest as apart from her stockings she was completely naked.

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

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

"Then wait outside if you please, I have gentleman to pleasure, and they have me to please !"She grasped the crewman more firmly and throw against him even more forcefully, forcing him ever mysterious,"give way it to me,"she husked,"You know you want to."

Her eyes widened as the sailor reached the full stop of release and as he did so she contrived to kiss him full on the backtalk yet somehow she still managed to stare at me.

I stood in the threshold transfixed."I expect they will switch final stage adjacent,"my wench said,"Shall I suckle your fellow member to hold you nice and crocked ready for when she's disembarrass ?"

"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 tube if you don't get stand-in soon !"

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

"See there's women and there's charwoman,"she explained,"Some ilk a good seeing to and some don't, some pretend to like a commodity 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 valet de chambre was gentleman,"she added philosophically.

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

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

I followed her, the bird came as well,"I considerably spirit after you,"she said helpfully,"You might need some easement !"

Amelia disappeared through a doorway,"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 darken corridor with minor spy yap discreetly cut into the walls."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 wearing apparel. she looked every inch a ma'am except the cleavage was so low her tit were completely spare and the front was cut away to designate her slot and mound.

"Who's first ?"she asked.

She chose. She slipped off his belt, lowered his breeches and started to suckle his member, another loosened his rear of tube and she grasped it with her left hand then a tertiary loosened his and she grasped him with her right hand.

Then the other men dropped their knickerbockers also, not only dropped but dropped to the floor and kicked off. Amelia changed gentleman. suckling and caressing different men till all their members were rock hard and then with them all clustered around she tipped them over the sharpness, their semen splashing her case, 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 dress and left the room.

"Did you like that St. John the Apostle ?"Amelia asked as she stared at my spy mess."Did Josie palliate 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 leisurely when you have six column inch of solid cock up inside me,"she said knowingly,"You men are all alike."

My wench Josie helped me to skid out of the peg down corridor and hit 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 choke off your breeches ?"

"I want to talk,"I said feebly.

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

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

The bird responded,"Its a nice cock,"she said as she stroked me.

"I didn't mean for this to happen,"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 honey with you did you ?"Amelia challenged.

"I hoped,"I replied.

"fountainhead I decided you should not have my honor,"she laughed,"So I sneaked away and arranged for Madame to deal my award to the in high spirits bidder."

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

"I like it,"Amelia admitted,"I love the spirit of a solid extremity pressing and pulsating and the pleasure it affords the gentleman."She lay back and spread her legs wide-cut before opening the lips to her womb to afford me a aspect right into her innards,"And I know just how desperate you are to stick your member thick inside me, but, bathroom,"she said."You may not, I forbid it !"and she laughed.

My bird gently stroked my phallus. He was already weeping some lubricant. Amelia raised herself up and cupped her breasts forming a channel.

"How would you like to put your thingy up between my booby and take cream all over me ? '' she taunted.

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

"Hey !"Amelia protested unconvincingly, but the deed was done.

I felt deflated.

"I wanted to woo you,"I repeated,"I never thought."

"Liar you wanted to enthral me,"Amelia said,"You wanted a shy retiring virgin so she would never bonk how unequal your member is."

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

The doll held me near,"Its all right-hand sir,"she said,"Amelia is a woman of the street sir, you could never have made her felicitous with your modest manhood."

"But had she remained chaste she would never own known,"I blustered.

"And had you not behaved so abysmally I would never have known,"Amelia said,"Never eve have known the frisson of making a gentleman's gentleman spill his cum before he even mounts me, or have two members inside me at one time, or have one man after another queue to mount me."

I sobbed.

"Are you a 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 rate, tie you to the bed and leave you to hunger while the git eat your toes and."

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

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

"I will give your intact fellowship in the trough,"I snapped.

"Oh good, send my vernal sisters to me,"Amelia suggested, whether in jape or serious-mindedness I knew not,"But not the sure-enough ones for they are far too ugly to draw in a man, send out them to the workhouse with mother and father."

"I thank you for your auditory sensation advice,"I replied.

"And don't give the staff references,"Amelia added,"If I am a whore there is no reason in the world they should induce a superior station."

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

"She will come rung,"the wench 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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