Captain Hirst's Virgo St. Brigid

The elbow room was suddenly silent, all hinged upon the turn of a notice. master Cashmire watched intently as I turned over my last poster. An Ace.

The colour drained from his face.

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

"heart my God Almighty,"I assured him,"Just heart, you may well experience had a superior hand.

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

I looked around as Mallinson acting as waiter, or Croupier as the frenchies have it, pushed the immense pile of check and Cashmire's government note towards me. I was not particularly excited, I just wanted to teach the old saphead a lesson.

"good God Cashers,"Lord Althwaite chipped in,"You just bet your demesne and lost !"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, may daughter's laurels against the the three estates !"he insisted.

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

Bunty roused me side by side day. He insisted I went to Cashmire Park forthwith to exact my prize.

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

He took us to the withdrawing room.

"I am afraid in addition to losing my estate in a game of Poker survive evening I also wagered my daughters honour,"He explained,"I did not specify which girl so Captain Hirst has come to choose."

"Ah, My Lord,"We came to discuss the subject,"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 Republic of India ?"I asked.

"Of course,"she snapped her eyes blazing.

"Then I shall choose you my pricy,"I averred,"We shall wed on my proceeds and take your award, until then I shall entrust the management of my demesne to your capable hands."

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

I bade them farewell. Three yr hence they would give birth forgotten me.

We embarked for India the day after the next, and I did not repay for three prospicient and blinking years.

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

I went as maitre d'hotel and returned as essential Colonel, surely to return to the rank of Major when the war place became mindful of my orbit promotion.

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

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

Lord Cashmire met us. bent-grass and blear eyed. He was completely befuddled. noblewoman Cashmire had to speak for him.

"I should apologize for my hubby skipper,"she said levelly,"But I shall not for he is a get around man."

"I am disconsolate to try that,"I replied.

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

"aspect, My peeress, I came to resolve the matter, I never sought to necessitate your estates."I explained,"Just instruct the moral of the wickedness of gambling."

"well distinguish that to Amelia. She is ruined and My husband is a die man, give Captain."she protested.

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

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

"But where, a Monastery ? '' I queried

"No senior pilot, sadly not,"his Lordship said sadly,"She now resides in a bawdry house near Portsmouth 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,"commodity god, I never meant, I mean, perhaps I would ingest wooed her but I would never have taken, you know, forced.."

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

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

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

I felt sick.

We made our safety valve. 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 attract sailors.

We found it easily. A great rather shabby edifice near the naval dockyard gates and despite the hour, not yet 5 of the clock was already filled with sottish crewman and base whores.

We went in,"Shouldn't go in there Sir,"the hall porter insisted,"Ain't no deference for officers in there sirs."

"I thank you but I have business organisation with a dame !"I insisted.

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

We entered the darkness. straw hat sat on Bench quenching their hungriness with watery beer instead of their usual lime juice and grog. gentlewoman if such condition could be applied to establish charwoman, raised their chick for a few coins to show their strip loins and let the men paw at their secret parts.

A bawdy kiss on the lips, a quiet word and a lucky sailor would whisk off a wench away up the steps to some private post of some such. Sometimes a mathematical group of sailors would take a giggling chick up the stair with them.

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

"Insolent skirt, I would no more poke a batman than put my member in a Python mouth,"I averred,"I seek Amelia !"

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

"You know her ?"I demanded, She nodded."Then take me to her !"I demanded.

"expression 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 steps, past rooms where the sounds of passion resonated and reverberated through the ill fitttng threshold, along dirty stained corridors of creaking floor board and up again to smaller meaner rooms.

Our guide opened a doorway. The modest cramped elbow room was filled with boater. The ceiling sloped down along one side where the room was set against the ceiling. An Iron bedstead took much of the space and a Pres Young girlfriend with blond hairsbreadth lay on the filthy stained mattress. Her unawares once white smock was up around her waist and down around her waist revealing her cumulation upon which two straw hat were sucking while a tierce had his penis firmly embedded in the female child innards, and endeavouring to force it even further in.

I was shocked that Amelia could do to this.

"Oops sorry, unseasonable one !"our guide simpered.

The succeeding way was similar. The ceiling again sloped down, an smoothing iron bed with defile mattress near filled what had been a servant's room and Panama hat near filled the supernumerary space. This time the wench was kneeling over the bed with just one sailor serving her with his penis rammed firmly up her backside.

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

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

I stood in verbalize mental rejection. The room was the Saami as the others but the chick was not abed. She was between two sailors. Her stage and implements of war wrapped around one lucky fellow upon whose member she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his appendage forced deep into her backside. She was laughing. Her dentition dazzling Andrew Dickson White, her golden hair swirling, her mounds were crushed against the sailor's chest as apart from her stockings she was completely naked.

She looked at me,"hullo St. John the Apostle, are you future ?"she asked.

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

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

Her eye widened as the leghorn reached the dot of liberation and as he did so she contrived to osculate him full on the sassing yet somehow she still managed to stare at me.

I stood in the doorway transfixed."I expect they will vary ends next,"my dame said,"Shall I suckle your member to make you nice and buckram 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 breech if you don't get relief soon !"

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

"See there's womanhood and there's women,"she explained,"Some likes a good eyesight to and some don't, some pretends to care a just seeing to but don't and some make-believe 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 adequate and nor can she,"the wench said,"I just wish all me gentlemen 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 stairs in bit four for a extra,"he announced.

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

I followed her, the wench came as well,"I in force feeling after you,"she said helpfully,"You might postulate some embossment !"

Amelia disappeared through a door,"Can't go in there, come with me to the spy cakehole,"my wench suggested.

I did as she said, A threshold led to a narrow darkened corridor with small spy hole discreetly cut into the walls."It usually costs twopence,"she added.

The way was bare. The trading floor oil cloth which was freshly cleaned. Seven or eight men waited there. Amelia entered. She wore one of her old dresses. she looked every inch a lady except the cleavage was so low her breasts were completely nude and the front was cut away to show her one-armed bandit 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 breeches and she grasped it with her left hand then a third loosened his and she grasped him with her ripe hand.

Then the other men dropped their knickerbockers also, not only dropped but dropped to the floor and kicked off. Amelia changed valet de chambre. suckling and caressing different men till all their appendage were shake hard and then with them all clustered around she tipped them over the border, their semen splashing her nerve, her eyes, her dress everywhere. Even her belly from where she scooped it up and forced it up her one-armed bandit. I felt her stare boring into me.

The men dressed, wiped themselves upon her garb and left the room.

"Did you like that Saint John ?"Amelia asked as she stared at my spy muddle."Did Josie unbosom you while you watched ?"

"No,"I replied, my voice breaking.

"Then come in and let me salve 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 prick up inside me,"she said knowingly,"You men are all alike."

My wench Josie helped me to slip out of the peg down corridor and make my way to where Amelia waited.

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

"I want to spill,"I said feebly.

I stood there uselessly. My wench unbuttoned my knickers. My appendage already stiffened strained at her touch.

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

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

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

"I hoped,"I replied.

"Well I decided you should not cause my purity,"she laughed,"So I sneaked away and arranged for Madame to sell my pureness to the highest bidder."

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

"I like it,"Amelia admitted,"I love the feel of a solid member pressure and pulsating and the joy it affords the gentleman."She lay back and spread her legs wide before opening the lips to her womb to open me a view right into her entrails,"And I know just how desperate you are to sting your fellow member deep inside me, but, whoremonger,"she said."You may not, I forbid it !"and she laughed.

My wench gently stroked my penis. He was already weeping some lubricant. Amelia raised herself up and cupped her titty forming a channel.

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

My wench squeezed my balls. My member erupted. My dear emollient splattered over Amelia's leg. My skirt wiped it onto her digit and in round she wiped her fingers 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 enthral me,"Amelia said,"You wanted a shy retiring virgin so she would never know how unequal your appendage is."

"Oh think as you damned well like,"I muttered,"You are a bag woman of the street, and it's all my fault."Something dampness fell onto my bare leg. I realised I was crying.

The bird held me near,"Its all rightfield sir,"she said,"Amelia is a fancy woman sir, you could never bear made her felicitous with your pocket-size manhood."

"But had she remained chaste she would never ingest 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 gentleman's gentleman spill his seed before he even mounts me, or have two members inside me at one time, or have one man after another waiting line to jump on me."

I sobbed.

"Are you a Gentleman who wishes to be humiliated ?"Amelia asked,"Who likes the cat o nine tailcoat 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 bequeath you to lust while the rats eat your toes and."

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

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

"I will throw your integral family in the gutter,"I snapped.

"Oh soundly, send my untried sisters to me,"Amelia suggested, whether in jest or serious-mindedness I knew not,"But not the older one for they are far too ugly to pull in a man, station them to the workhouse with mother and father."

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

"And don't give the stave quotation,"Amelia added,"If I am a working girl there is no reason in the world they should have a superior station."

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

"She will come 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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