Preamble..

Melissa Garforth-Thomas was a very fortunate young woman some twenty and three years of age.. Virtuous, Handsome financially plug She had received a very generous natural endowment of holding in her Great aunty Melissa's will due to her parent's farsightedness in naming her after the old lady and her parent's subsequent divorce which the old lady 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 morning Melissa was sitting in her parlour reading quietly when her maiden Rosie rushed in.

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

The"Majestic,"with Tom Moore, her destine husband aboard had arrived on the tide and was now moored at the townspeople quay.

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

An hour later and transformed into a vision of loveliness genus Melissa was capable to relax and expect her beau's arrival.

She waited, and waited. Evening came and went and the sunup saw her again dress in her in force clothes to expect him.

By high noon her patience was exhausted, she put on her walking shoes, took her parasol and clutch bag and set Forth River for the harbour.

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

dock worker struggled to drop off her. genus Melissa watched from a aloofness before approaching the matelot guarding the aft gangplank.

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

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

genus 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 lewd stares of the straw hat who have been deprived of feminine company for weeks if not months.

She had not been habitation long when a letter arrived,"My devout genus Melissa"she read, a few lines of platitudes followed and then"Must unfortunately due to my own indiscretion end our sympathy and betrothal,"She stared in utter disbelief.

"Aggghhhh !"she wailed.

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

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

"What overseas girl ?"Rosie asked,"Maybe he turned queer Miss, 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 mettle and they has to let fly or they might erupt. ``

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

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

"Don't be pert Rosie,"genus Melissa warned, but she felt tempestuous, an empty touch spread within her, hope of society, children, love and passion drifting away leaving an aching void within her."What is it like ?"

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

"Worth it ?"Melissa asked.

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

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

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

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

"Oh don't get me wrong miss, when there's a nice live stopcock up me and a gentleman holding me crushing me whatsits against his chest whispering sweet nil that's like Shangri-la on earth."

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

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

"Get out you impertinent wretch !"Melissa snapped."Keep out of my way if you know what's goodness for you.

It was not Rosie's cheekiness but the truth she spoke which riled her. Melissa often suffered at the handwriting of a yearning to replete the void within her. Her tit would become roused and secretions intended to help facilitate a member within would leak uselessly from her.

genus Melissa wandered to her bed chamber and angrily began to strip. She was had nowhere to go so she slipped off her cap and long skirt and shouted for Roise to help her with her tightly buttoned blouse and her fast corsets.

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

"wait your tongue and facilitate me,"Melissa ordered.

Rosie busied herself placing the jacket and skirt on a hanger before undoing Melisa's girdle lacings."Oh that's better,"Melissa exclaimed as her tit were released from the up thrusting corset."Help me with my leging, they are very ticket 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,"poor fish thing is a man would far rather thee hadn't no leging nor naught on anyroad, no Pantaloon just a smock he can abstract up to get to thee 's whatsits and yield thee a seeing to."

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

"Well if you'd have spread your legs for chieftain Moore you'd have been wed be now, at least common 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 whimsy of what honour is to the civilised course,"Melissa said.

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

Rosie was still pulling down Melissa's left leg covering when she saw red,"Tis time you was busted exposed and that fourth dimension's now !"she snapped, as she wrenched genus Melissa's leg to one slope and reached up towards Melissa's hidden conch,

"occlusive that,"genus Melissa ordered but Rosie had reached inside genus Melissa 's Pantaloon and taken a firmly appreciation of her purulent mound.

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

"dearest god stop or I shall be ruined,"Melissa exhorted but Rosie's quarter round 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 size,"Rosie laughed, but in truth Melissa was now ruined, Rosie's ovolo had unimpeded accession as the membrane tore,"Oh my god you're soak, you needs it so bad don't thee young woman ?"

"No I don't !"genus Melissa protested, but Rosie had reached for the fireside encounter with its slender ebony tree handle and withdrawing her quarter round Rosie was able-bodied to slide the handle between genus Melissa's virgin slit back talk and deep into the waiting fond wet sissiness of Melissa's womb.

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

Rosie went to bump off the light touch but Melissa stopped her, and instead pressed the handgrip even more firmly inside herself.

"Oh god you evil wench what have you done !"Melissa protested but her feelings were running wild, her nipple were enlarged and begging to be sucked but Rosie felt she could not be so forward as to hold so she merely watched as Melissa clumsily approached her first ever climax.

"Just imagine 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 refuse 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 born 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 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 oneself such men ?"genus Melissa asked.

Rosie thought a moment"They queues up outside the bawdy star sign down the docks, big lusty sailors who hant had a doll for months."

"You are suggesting I become a sporting lady ?"Melissa challenged.

"Well thee has the facial expression for it,"Rosie admitted,"But thee asked where thee should get a man, three should feature sold thee reward really."

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

Which left genus Melissa with the haircloth brush. She idly rubbed her pussy with the bristles before deciding decorousness was required whereupon she bolted the bed sleeping room doorway to yield some secrecy before once again easing the handle of the coppice inside herself. It was too slender, she decided, so she tried her fingers, but they were too shortly. She needed a man. Or at least a cock, maybe two, or three. lifetime was passing her by. It was clock time to take action.

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

Rosie came running but found the bed chamber room access bolted

"In the parlor Miss !"she replied.

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

First she drew up with her own flight feather pen a letter requesting a room for several twenty-four hour period commencing at the former time at an Hotel adjacent to the town quay, one frequented mainly by Matelots, as sailor were then known, who generally hired the elbow room by the time of day and by fallen women who preyed upon the Matelots.

Then with calligraphy brushes she she created on small section of blockheaded plug-in a great number of cards with her name upon them offering a bang-up variety of carnal service of process, leaving the address lacuna. It was late into the nighttime when she capitulated to weariness and the failing 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 deep slumber.

With the dawn she had Danvers here elderly and completely impotent Ostler/ driver/ handyman /general factorum/ man servant accompany Rosie to deliver the varsity letter to the respective hotels at the town quay and book a worthy room.

Poor Rosie was mortified, but with the morn only busybodied dockworker loading and unloading ships and hard working Matelots engaged in embark criminal maintenance were to be found abroad while a few drunken spent Matelots sprawled in corners as prey for pickpockets and Jenny men and worse.

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

Melissa swiftly added the address and way number to her cards in loggerheaded pencil and instructed Rosie to deliver them to the field of the Town quay and especially to the Majestic and Tom Moore and to have Danvers accompany her.

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

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

"I may well, why ?"she asked

"You ought to pull out the curtains then as sept can see in and see your whatsits and that, you 'll frighten the horses."Rosie replied.

"Don't be so impudent, retrieve cook and have her prepare a belatedly breakage fast if you please,"genus Melissa ordered.

A pleasant morning ensued, deep brown, toast with jam, a racy novel, a gentle jerking off and day aspiration of what a vauntingly rampant well muscled cock would find like inside her took her easily until luncheon meter of very near when suddenly with a sound like thunder she found her battlefront room access assailed vigorously.

Danvers answered only to be swept aside the moment the bolt was withdrawn, and a very angry, red faced Tom Moore stormed yesteryear Rosie and burst into the drawing off room completely un announced."What in gods name is the meaning 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 dark scrubs."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 imbecile,"Therefore I intend to indulge my motivation for a man and grow rich at the Lapplander time."

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

"Her hair light touch, 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 have gentleman's gentleman her generally, but as you are obviously in some distress Rosie will take your two guineas and we can do the deed forthwith.

"Two greaseball !"Tom exclaimed.

"Cheap at the price considering she never had a prick 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 golden guinea coins,"There that's Madam paid for, her en't wearing no pantaloons so throw away thee trews and get stuck in."

"Rosie !"genus Melissa exclaimed.

"darn you all I shall do just that ! '' Tom cried, and though he was slowed considerably by having to remove his sea boots and buddy-buddy sea trousers he soon stood before genus Melissa naked from the waist brandishing a thick rampant cock some eight to ten inches long.

genus Melissa's nerve almost failed her but Tom grabbed her like she was a sac of grain and positioned her on the bound of the professorship, her legs spread broad and thereupon he speared her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Rosie !"Melissa rebuked her.

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

"You sir have no say in the subject,"Melissa declared,"Indeed if you have not recovered within on one-quarter hr I shall avail myself of the 1st available rampant fellow member I encounter as I venture Forth to the townsfolk quay."

"Don't trouble sir, I'll aid thee,"Rosie declared. She took the H2O jug from the bedside table and taking a cloth she carefully washed Tom's sadly deflated member before kissing its flaccid tip.

It remained unmoved so she cupped his bollock and grasped the shaft firmly. It began to move very slightly so Rosie knelt before him and ran her glossa up the ridgepole on the bottom of the shaft. The enlargement swiftly became a fully return to rampancy.

"There you are sir, you may mount my mistress again,"Rosie chuckled.

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

"Oh sir you are a prickteaser !"Rosie laughed,"Mistress would sack me."

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

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

"My fortune perhaps,"she conceded,"wellspring you shall not have it, I shall require pleasure with you when you are in port and with who so ever I shall select 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 thrust against the far appendage 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 hands and kissed he passionately.

"That's better, practically better,"genus Melissa agreed,"I could easily turn accustomed to this."

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

"commodity God Almighty no,"genus Melissa replied as she wondered if a slightly shorter extremity of greater girth might please her good,"We shall tell people we were wed abroad, but no legalities, no, depart my English and I shall find out quilt 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 capitulum was spinning, Melissa's lover ? He wanted her fortune, not her consistence, though in truth she was far from insufferable physically, quite beautiful and trim, and to his utter shock absorber she was gloriously rapacious.

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

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

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

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

"Damn you woman !"Tom exclaimed and even as his member slid from Melissa he lofted her gown over her head to denudate her entirely. Next he discarded his shirts and completely bared he lifted Melissa and deposited her farther up the bed where she could slide beneath the bed covers.

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

Melissa lay beside her man sated for the import. She pondered, perhaps slightly more girth and more stamina would be preferable, but she would waitress. And when he sailed away. Then perhaps she would determine that elusive wider and less easily exhausted phallus.

The thing was firmly in his court.

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

And genus Melissa ?, well for now she was content