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" I ventured.
"No pretence of love or affection then?" she asked.
"No, Bloody bollocks is that, bloody affection, I just wants a bloody shag, you won't do better than that I shan’t bloody offer again." I said.
"Good," she said, "Then I won’t need to say no again, the answer captain is no, never." She stormed away in a bloody strop.
"Feisty piece ent her?" I queried, "I got the cash," I said, "If thee thought I were bloody messing."
Lord Mc’s eyes bulged as I showed a pocket full of gold.
"Take a glass of wine Captain," he said, "Perhaps."
"Oh no, no way," the other daughters insisted and they too rushed away.
"Let her calm down a moment," Lord Mc suggested, "I have a nice Madera wine."
"Go on then, I’ll have a bloody pint." I said. He gave me about enough to drown a bloody mouse, tight fisted sod.
He had his missus go and sort Francis out.
I heard a rumpus, "Get off me!" I heard the girl protest, "Stop it, stop it mother I woukd rather die than marry that awful man."
"Whats bloody on?" I asked, "I offered a fair bloody price, what’s wrong wi her."
I stood up and went where the girl went, following the sound up the stairs me hobnail boots clattering on fresh polished oak floors, till I got to her bed room.
The mother were there with two chamber maids and the housekeeper. Poor Francis had her dress off and looked like she been whacked across face with a dead Haddock. Stunned she were.
All she had on were her corsets and knee length stockings, no knickers or nothing but showing her privates and nice creamy thighs.
The mothern and housekeeper grabbed Francis and spread her legs wide, "Take a look Captain," Lady Mc invited with a smirk.
"Get off her you bloody bullies, bugger off," I snapped, "I don’t her maulered about by the likes of you. Go on. Get out."
"But Captain," Lady Mc replied but the glint of light off me dagger blade soon changed her bloody tune, "Leave them, get out, get out."
"Are you about to murder me Captain?" Francis asked.
I kicked the door shut and bolted it.
"No, I’d kill your bloody mother if I was you," I said as I approached the bed, "Don’t fret lass, I never had to force a bloody wench to fuck me in me bloody life."
She sat on the edge of the bed and covered her privates as I approached.
I knelt down bfore her and gently pulled her hand away. She shuddered. I gave her a minute.
"Don’t fret, I’ll not hurt thee." I promised and then first I ran me fingers gently up her thighs and then I started to part her cunt lips with me fingers. It weren’t the first time. Her cunt was well used.
"Looks like you been bloody shagging already?" I announced
"Oh no, of course not," she insisted, "How can you say such a thing?"
"Well your bloody maidenhead‘s long gone," I observed, "If thee ent had a bloody bloke I suppose thee’s been fucking thee’s sen wi a bloody Candle then has tha? Like I caught me bloody sister doing a time or two?"
"How did you know?" she demanded.
"I weren’t born bloody yesterday," I explained as I undid me big pirates belt and let me trews fall, "Lets call it our little bloody secret shall us?
"Look Captain," she protested but me fingers were no bloody strangers to a wench’s cunt and wi me thumb on her little nub her tits were getting nice and pointy.
She started breathing heavy
"Bloody fortnight wi out a shag," I explained, "Can’t expect me to stop now lass." I kicked me trews off me boots.
"But Captain," she protested.
I weren’t born yesterday, no good ramming me cock at her, I had to be suttle.
I leaned forward and kissed her neck, her weren’t expecting it, so I kissed me way down across her tits and on down to her mound. She sort of wriggled. and gasped. I slid back a bit and kissed me way up her thigh till I got me tongue in the groove between her lips down there.
"Nooo," she said but I was not to be denied. Her cunt was getting really moist now so I decided it were now or bloody never and I stood up before aiming me self at her cunt.
"What’s it to be lass, will thee bloody take me?" I asked me knob straining like a bloody Mizzen mast in me hand.
Her eyes were like saucers, she said nowt but grasped me knob and helped me aim it in her. I pressed a bit and me bloody knob end just shot up her soppin' wet bloody cunt like an Anchor up a hawse pipe.It were bloody heaven. Right in till me balls were banging on her crotch, "What the bloody hell size bloody candle youm been using?" I asked.
"Oooh Captain," she simpered, "That’s so, ah,"
"Big?" I asked. "See being bloody fucked ent so bloody bad is it?"
"Like a big warm supple candle, Surprisingly pleasant," she agreed,
"So what’s it to be lass." I asked, "Wed me or tek brass for the bloody fuck. Once I shot me bloody load in thee its for bloody life like, if thee can’t stomach it say now and I’ll shoot me bloody load over thee belly and say no more about it."
"And the money?" she asked.
"Fifty guineas," I said, "Not bad for shooting me bloody load over thi bloody belly?"
"Thank you kindly Captain, but shoot away sir," she insisted, "For I fear you cannot restrain yourself and I believe you have a kind heart under that blunt Yorkshire exterior."
"Thee want’s me to shoot a dose of hot spunk up thee then, does thee?" I asked.
She nodded, "Indeed I do," she muttered, "So do your worst Captain."
Me balls was bloody crinkling and me cock was bloody throbbing and suddenly it were too late for bloody pullin’ out and she was well fucked with me juice pumping in her like a pint of Newton and Ridley pumping from beer tap.
"How was that then lass?" I asked when I recovered a bit.
"Surprisingly pleasant Captain," she chuckled, "Next time perhaps you will bathe first so it is less like being ravished by a wild boar."
"Bathe be buggered, I fell in bloody Mersey yesterday," I explained as I pulled out of her, "Suck me bloody cock hard I want’s t’ fuck thee again."
"Only when you have asked me to wed you," she laughed
"I already did," I reminded her.
"I think not," she replied, "But you may suck my teats if it help rouse youl." And with that she pylled her tits right out of her corset and ordered, "Off with your shirt I wish to feel your manly chest against mine."
"You ent got a manly chest," I laughed, "Quite the bloody opposite," and I pulled my shirt and vest off and held her close. Our mouths met, our tongues entwined. It don't matter much what they bloody look like wi your tongue in their gob, so me cock reared and before I knew it we was bloody fucking again. Bloody bint was insatiable.
We gave it an hour or so before we went back downstairs. Lord and Lady Mc was waiting.
"We’re getting wed," I explained, "If you’re agreeable like?"
"Absolutely old chap, congratulations," Lord Mc chorted, "Let us have the engagement announced in Lancashire evening post.
"Bugger that I’m a bloody sea captain," I exlained, "We can nip down bloody harbour and I can do bloody marriage, no bloody need to waste bloody brass on bloody vicars. In fact we can bloody do it now."
Anyway her wanted her day in church so we’re getting wed official like, and do you know after we fucked a time or two her started bloody smiling at me and her looks quite bloody comely if you squints a bit when the lights behind her. But at end of bloody day its what they fucks like what matters and she’s bloody champion and no bloody mistake even if she is from bloody Lancashire.
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