Clarissa, Master's Wife, Worker's Whore

"What?" she asked.

"Suck my appendage, suck it hard." I proposed.

"It's slimy and gungy," she protested lemely.

"London whores don't object," I said, "So suck!" I ordered and I grabbed her hair and forced her head into my crotch.

"Please, don't tear my hair out!" she protested and she took my penis and began to lick the tip.

I stiffened immediately, "Lie on your back," I said, "I always ejaculate too soon the first time so make yourself comfortable because this could take some time."

"Yes sir," she said respectfully and she started to unbutton my shirt, "Can I feel your manly chest sir?" she asked as she played the whore now.

"Of course you may my dear," I agreed, as I aimed my appendage at her sopping wet vagina, and pressed myself firmly upon her, "There's an extra threepence for you if your very, very nice to me."

"Oh, thank you sir," she simpered as she opened my shirt and pushed it down off my shoulders and then with her hands upon my back she held me to her.

The unaccustomed ease with which I ploughed her, the feel of her unimpeded by prophylactic, and even the thin London Rubber company sleeves I habitually used spoiled my pleasure to an extent, but glans to womb and slippery with desire I was in heaven.

"What's you name girl?" I asked her.

She looked confused, and then understood "Lola sir," she said, "I call myself Lola."

"I shall ask for you particularly," I said, "When I have need of a whore."

"I thank you sir!" she agreed, and then asked, "Can you finish sir, please, my back is breaking."

I looked her in the eye and took the comb from her hair and threw it in a corner, and the ear rings, gently I extracted them and threw them away.

"I shall divorce you, and you shall be Lola my whore," I said firmly.

"But John!" she protested.

"You want the life of a whore then have one, cooking cleaning and children for your day and on your back of an evening," I snapped.

"For you?" she asked.

"And my friends," I said, "What say you?"

"Yes," she said, "Shall I live in Leeds with you?"

"Indeed for nothing else is left." I said and forgetfully I let my guard slip and the moment of ecstasy was upon me and my seed boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a moment and then I withdrew, took my jacket and offered it to her and after wiping myself on a handkerchief I dressed and looked for her, she had found her ear rings and was looking for the comb, "Leave it!" I ordered, "Come!"

It was raining harder now, "Come here," I ordered and I swept her up into my arms clear of the ground, "I'll carry you," I said and with a hand on her bare backside I carried her to the road and turning to the left carried her back to the hideous gothic Barnestone Manor.

"Oh my lord," Mrs Bridges my cook/ housekeeper exclaimed, "What happened?"

"I found this whore fornicating in the village, have her washed and find her a smock would you." I asked.

"But Madam!" Mrs Bridges protested.

"Enough," I said, "Do as say we cannot have naked whores upstairs." and I left them.

The Brandy bottle in my study was empty, I threw it against the wall in frustration and watched the brown shards glisten in the sunlight.

It was six o'clock, the telephone exchange would be shut by now, there was no supper and Brabbinger was nowhere to be seen with the Rolls, I realised I had left my left my paper case at the brothel house, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bath before the kitchen range as Mrs Bridges bathed her.

"I have business in the village," I explained.

"John please, don't do anything foolish!" Clarissa warned.

"As if you care!" I said, "Whore!"

The Morris car was there still, I went to start it but the battery was dead and I had no stomach for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my paper case which Brabbinger had saved for me.

Faithful yet disloyal Brabbinger, had he enjoyed Clarissa I wondered, his stinking fat pot belly crushing her slight form to the filthy stained mattress as he ploughed her.

I knew he undoubtedly had and then I saw the Rolls approach, "I couldn't find you sir." he apologised.

"Did you poke my wife?" I demanded, "Or were you just my wife's pimp!"

"Chauffeur sir, nothing more sir, nothing less sir, Chauffeur sir." he said firmly, and probably insincerely.

"Take me to the colliery," I ordered.

"It's tea time sir," he said.

"Damn it, I'll drive!" I said though I hadn't driven for years and flung his door wide.

He stepped down, "As you wish sir." he said and I climbed in and I set forth in an approximation of a Kangaroo's gait a series of bone jarring leaps and bounds as I wrestled with the throttle and the clutch pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside number twenty eight, I swung the Rolls to a halt, "Have a good laugh at my expense," I suggested, "But you'll be laughing the other side of your heads come next month," I added, "Colliery's sold, Mill's sold and Estate's sold, you won't have need of a whore, you'll have need of a bed for to sleep in!"

I punched the self starter and lurched away, grinding to the Colliery to spread the news then onto the Mill.

"I'm not surprised," Greerson the colliery manager said, and he extended a hand, "We appreciate your efforts sir," he said, "No one could have done more," and at the Mill they were equally unsurprised.

I returned home, Clarissa was nowhere to be seen, but a simple dinner was simmering and I ate ravenously.

Mrs Bridges brought my dessert, a raspberry tart.

"My wife and I shall divorce," I said, "Have her things moved to the Blue room forthwith," I ordered, "I shall not share a bed with that trollop ever again."

"What, tonight sir?" she asked.

"This night, have that trollop Lola help you," I ordered.

I pushed my plate away and retired to the study, then as night fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the colliery brass band playing but it was an illusion, they had played their last when the coal strike started and we had the instruments back to languish unused in the foreman office.

I walked the unkempt gardens, one gardener now idled where six had formerly toiled, and in the moonlight I returned for my supper.

"Have warm milk sent up, I shall retire," I told Mrs Bridges and I went to my bed bathed in the bathroom adjacent though in cold water, and dressed in my simple night shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the door, timidly so, "Come," I said and the door opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a simple white shift and carrying a jug of warm milk.

"Mrs Bridges sent me sir," she said, "Will there be anything else sir begging your pardon."

"You are Lola are you not?" I asked, "The trollop I sampled earlier?"

"Oh yes sir, indeed sir," she said mimicking a servant, "Did I give satisfaction sir." she asked.

"Indeed, but my bed is cold, Lola, warm it for me," I ordered, she pulled open the covers and slid in, "Nakedly girl, warm the bed with your warmth!" I ordered, "Off with it girl," I said and I grabbed her shift and lofted it over her head.

"OOhhh sir!" she trilled and her hands were upon my nightshirt lifting and my appendage released was swelling and, "Yes, do it!" she said her eyes aflame, "Love me!"

I held her and swung onto the bed, slipping my feet beneath the covers before pulling the blankets over us and covering her even as she guided me inside her.

I kissed her neck, "John no!" she said.

I kissed more firmly, "I wish to mark you as my own," I said as I left love bites on each other shoulders where they became her neck and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her part raked my back and buttocks with her finger nails as I took my pleasure as great white clouds of ether seemingly engulfed me until at length pounding rushing relief came like the freshness of a mountain waterfall and in the moistness and pleasure and relief as I held her so we slept.

The sun was high in the sky when I woke, Clarissa was looking out through a chink in the curtains, "Come back to bed," I said, "We need to talk."

"But I need to think," she said evasively.

"Come to bed Clarissa," I said, "Please."

"Clarissa, not Lola?" she asked.

"You choose," I suggested, " "Then we will talk," she said, "And yes I choose silks and satins and soft yet hard intrusions that make my whole being cry out with delight," she said as she came to the bed, "It is not I John, Clarissa and Lola are one and the same, it is you, from where did your passion come, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of boys hitherto while I remain unrelieved."

I stared at her, "I chase whores, I admit, but ladies, girls, never boys, never sodomy, how can you think that of me?"

"So how can you spurn me," she asked, "A perfunctory union of a Saturday, it cannot be sufficient."

"And relief, you seek it now?" I asked.

"No I am quite sated," she said, "Do you?"

"I do," I said.

"Then rape me sir, I cannot resist," she said.

"And you Clarissa?" I asked.

"I shall do my duty," she replied,

"And for threepence will you pretend to love me Lola?" I asked.

"If you promise to wrap me in silks and satins sir," she said, "Oh god John, just take me, take me to heaven!" she demanded, "To your duty sir, you have need of an heir!"

I took hold of her by the shoulders and eased her down the bed until I could cover her, my parts slid within her parts and our union was complete and we cared not that the servants heard every creak of the bed and every exclamation of love.

And then we lay sated, "Lola," I whispered, "Fetch my wife Camilla."

"Yes sir, she said, certainly sir." she said and when she returned she was dressed in her own long white nightgown.

"Sit down," I said, "We need to talk."

"Yes," she agreed, "I won't change you know, I have cravings," she explained.

"Cock?" I asked, she nodded.

"Cock," she agreed, "It builds up, you know?"

"Yes," I agreed, "But not all the time?"

"It builds up," she said again.

"I need," I explained awkwardly, "You know, a woman, every night," I looked into her eyes, she looked interested.

"A woman?" she said, "I thought?"

"Whores, always whores," I said, "I would never have an affair and." I thought before I said, "Humiliate you."

"While I have had all the men in the village very nearly and cuckolded and humiliated you, is that what you are saying?" she asked.

"If you say so," I agreed.

"It's only occasionally, not every night," she said, "But, well, there were quite a lot of them."

"Days mainly," I surmised.

"Yes, days mainly," she said, "But I was always careful."

"I should thrash you, but to be fair it's a huge relief, " I said. "I didn't know how to tell you we are ruined but it doesn't seem so important now."

"And you'll give up the whores now?" she asked.

"When you are available to me," I said, "And you, the workmen?"

"If you satisfy me, yes," she agreed, "Satisfy me now John, I demand satisfaction."

"You little strumpet," I declared, and I took her by the shoulders and prepared to plough her anew.