Preamble..

Melissa Garforth-Thomas was a very golden young woman some XX and three class of age.. Virtuous, Handsome financially secure She had received a very generous endowment of property in her Great aunty Melissa's will due to her parent's farsightedness in naming her after the old dame and her parent's subsequent divorce which the old madam abhorred. Hence Melissa was very well set up with a bountiful fiancé and a wedding to plan as soon as he returned from the new world.

Scorned.

One forenoon Melissa was sitting in her sitting room interpretation quietly when her maid Rosie rushed in.

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

The"Majestic,"with Tom Marianne Craig 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 in force walking out dress.

An time of day later and transformed into a imaginativeness of loveliness Melissa was capable to loose and look her beau's arrival.

She waited, and waited. Evening came and went and the forenoon saw her again dress in her best clothes to await him.

By midday 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 harbor wall, her sheet stained and torn, new timbers inserted where old ones had been swept away and left unpainted and generally tired and wan.

Stevedores struggled to unload her. Melissa watched from a distance before approaching the matelot guarding the aft gangplank.

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

"Cap'n's engaged mam, but if thee has a government 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 mindful of the salacious stares of the sailors who have been deprived of feminine company for week if not months.

She had not been dwelling house long when a letter arrived,"My dearest Melissa"she read, a few telephone circuit of cliche followed and then"must unfortunately due to my own indiscretion end our savvy and betrothal,"She stared in utter disbelief.

"Aggghhhh !"she wailed.

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

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

"What overseas Miss ?"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 valet needs to, '' Rosie suggested.

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

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

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

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

"Don't be smart Rosie,"genus Melissa warned, but she felt wild, an empty feeling spread within her, hope of companionship, nestling, dear and cacoethes drifting away leaving an aching void within her."What is it like ?"

"fountainhead first clip it hurt like netherworld 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 rove pin and joy me self."

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

'' Should birth held out for to a greater extent but I were of age so it were n't untimely, legal like, and I wanted to see what it were corresponding, like.

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

"Oh don't get me haywire miss, when there's a dainty live cock up me and a gentleman holding me crushing me whatsits against his thorax whispering sweet nada that's like heaven on earth."

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

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

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

It was not Rosie's impertinence but the truth she spoke which riled her. Melissa often suffered at the hands of a hungriness to fulfill the void within her. Her nipple would become turn on and secernment intended to help ease a member within would leak uselessly from her.

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

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

"Hold your tongue and aid me,"Melissa ordered.

Rosie busied herself placing the jacket crown and skirt on a hanger before undoing Melisa's corset lacings."Oh that's better,"Melissa exclaimed as her bosoms were released from the up thrusting corset."Help me with my leging, they are very fine silk and we must not shoot down 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 stage,"Stupid thing is a man would far rather thee hadn't no leggings nor nothing 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 denude under your duster doesn't mean all men want their woman to be such sluttish conquests."Melissa observed.

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

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

"No, I knows a Romany I tell thee,"Rosie sighed,"You needs a in effect 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 opinion of what laurels is to the civilised form,"Melissa said.

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

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

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

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

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

"That's just a ovolo imagine a cock ten times the size of it,"Rosie laughed, but in Truth Melissa was now ruined, Rosie's ovolo had unimpeded access as the membrane torus,"Oh my god you're drenching, you needs it so bad don't thee Miss ?"

"No I don't !"Melissa protested, but Rosie had reached for the fireplace encounter with its slender soot black hold and withdrawing her quarter round Rosie was able to slide the handle between genus Melissa's virgin pussy lips and cryptic into the waiting warm wet softness of genus Melissa's womb.

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

Rosie went to remove the coppice 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 teats 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 envisage if that was a nice warm cock and he filled you up with nice warm dick juice !"Rosie looked on in amazement.

"Why should I deny myself,"Melissa demanded,"What do I need with a hubby when I could just accept 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 second ago is it ?"Melissa insisted.

"You still want's a man to allow for thee."Rosie added.

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

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

"So where shall I find such men ?"genus Melissa asked.

Rosie thought a moment"They queues up outside the bawdy theater down the pier, big lusty straw hat who hant had a wench for months."

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

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

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

Which left Melissa with the fuzz brush. She idly rubbed her pussy with the bristles before deciding decorum was required whereupon she bolted the bed chamber room access to open some privacy before once again easing the handle of the brush 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 pecker, maybe two, or three. Life was passing her by. It was prison term to take action.

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

Rosie came running but found the bed chamber door bolted

"In the parlour Miss !"she replied.

"Good,"Melissa agreed and went down to start her superior plan.

First she drew up with her own calamus pen a letter requesting a room for several twenty-four hour period 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 way by the hour and by fallen womanhood who preyed upon the Matelots.

Then with calligraphy brushes she she created on small segment of thickheaded calling card a expectant number of cards with her name upon them offering a great variety of carnal services, leaving the speech blank. 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 quarter round she fell into a late slumber.

With the dawn she had Danvers here elderly and completely impotent Ostler/ driver/ handyman /general factorum/ man servant play along Rosie to turn in the missive to the various hotels at the town quay and book a suitable room.

Poor Rosie was mortified, but with the morning time only busy longshoreman loading and unloading ships and hard working Matelots engaged in ship sustainment were to be found abroad while a few drunken washed-out Matelots sprawled in quoin as prey for dip and William Le Baron Jenny men and worse.

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

genus Melissa swiftly added the speech and room number to her cards in thick pencil and apprise Rosie to deliver them to the area 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 nightie, brush in hand, branch apart, experimenting with pressing the brush handgrip outwards and her thumb inwards against her nub until shiver engulfed her total body.

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

"I may well, why ?"she asked

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

"Don't be so impudent, receive James Cook and have her prepare a previous break fasting if you please,"Melissa ordered.

A pleasant morning ensued, Coffee, pledge with jam, a racy novel, a gruntle wank and day dreams of what a turgid rampant wellspring muscled pecker would feel like inside her took her easily until lunch time of very near when suddenly with a phone like scag she found her front door assailed vigorously.

Danvers answered only to be swept aside the mo the thunderbolt was withdrawn, and a very angry, red faced Tom Moore stormed past Rosie and burst into the drawing 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 nightdress."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 perquisite,"she explained as if to an imbecile,"Therefore I intend to indulge my pauperism for a man and grow fertile at the same time."

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

"Her fuzz skirmish, she been wanking wi'it all morning,"Rosie replied,"Her stuck it up herself and lost her purity 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 obtain gentlemen her generally, but as you are obviously in some suffering Rosie will take your two guinea fowl and we can do the title forthwith.

"Two guinea !"Tom exclaimed.

"Cheap at the Leontyne Price 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 handbag which was secured to his belt and took two golden guinea coins,"There that's Madam paid for, her en't wearing no pantaloon so drop 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 slay his sea boots and thick sea trouser he soon stood before genus Melissa naked from the waistline brandishing a blockheaded 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 grain and positioned her on the edge of the chair, her legs outspread wide and thereupon he speared her.

Her untrained muscle 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 effort he expelled copiously within her.

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

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

"He's too tidal bore girl,"Rosie opined,"Give him a few proceedings and he can try again."

"Try again, I want a man who can live up to me !"Melissa complained.

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

"Rosie !"Melissa rebuked her.

"Don't be so stupid, 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 first uncommitted rampant phallus I encounter as I venture Forth River to the town quay."

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

It remained in-situ so she cupped his testes and grasped the light beam firmly. It began to move very slightly so Rosie knelt before him and ran her tongue up the ridge on the undersurface of the shaft. The elaboration swiftly became a full 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 tease !"Rosie laughed,"Mistress would sack up me."

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

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

"My destiny perhaps,"she conceded,"well you shall not have it, I shall take pleasure with you when you are in port and with who so ever I shall pick out when you are abroad."

"I,"Tom replied but then he let his appendage 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 extremity of her womb.

"One does not kiss whores,"he retorted,

"Then I shall charge four dago, two per entry,"she replied.

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

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

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

"commodity Lord no,"Melissa replied as she wondered if a slightly brusque extremity of greater cinch might delight her ripe,"We shall narrate people we were wed abroad, but no legalities, no, pass on my side of meat and I shall see consolation elsewhere."

"So when I sail away ?"he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"You may choose, sail on Thursday or stay with me,"genus 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 nous to bare her entirely. Next he discarded his shirts and completely bared he lifted Melissa and deposited her promote up the bed where she could slip beneath the bed covers.

"The ship can hold back I need a respite,"he declared as he slid in beside her. Maybe she would come stave in sentence, he thought.

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

The matter 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 content