I came home around seven of the clock that foreboding eventide following a brisk canter around my estate. The sun was setting over the far horizon like a glowing orb on that fond spring eve. I handed the reins of my steed to my ostler and made my way indoors seeking my dinner.

cook was waddling around as was her her habit, her cernuous bosoms swaying and ample butt wobbling. My thoughts turned to a lonesome evening. She sensed my mood.

"feeling I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No offence but I be a cook not a blinkin'‘ ore."

I hadn't even thought of asking her."Nor fucking me before you ask."she ranted on,"I ent that old. I might still get caught."

"I'll just have my dinner then if you please,"I ventured.

"And you leave poor Bessie alone and all."Cook continued,"Poor young lady. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the last thing her needs is your brat."

"Yes very well cook I will stick out that in mind."I agreed.

"You needs a wife that's what you needs,"she pointed out rather unnecessarily,"You ‘ ent no batchelor and that's a fact."

"Yes thank you cook, when I need your advice I will ask for it."I advised.

"Don't stop you wanting your nob sucked though do it ?"she came back."You find a nice wench and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent short of a shilling, there's muckle of wenches would jump at chance."

"Really ? Here ? twenty miles from civlisation ?"I queried.

"There's the vicar's daughter."she said.

"honey god she's fatter than you, and uglier,"I pointed out.

"I spose it be a back up hand compel-ment when you says it like that,"she agreed and she waddled off to dish up my dinner. I sat down for a consequence. I knew full well that come bedtime Captain James Cook would relent,"I spose I just have a suck or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a bare forefront in morning."she usually opined, between regular disappearance to suss out on her baking.

Some prison term later she came to detect me,"Why don't you buy an ‘ ore ?"she asked.

"Disease, cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some lady fell on unvoiced meter,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I push in the Harrogate times, ‘ cyprian required, case fallen gentlewoman,"I enquired.

"Don't be a pillock, advertise for a Governess !"she suggested.

"right field some prim pair of virginals impoverished girl,"I sighed.

"What's her going to do if you takes her eh ?"she asked,"Tell her mommy ? I don't think so, her best bet will be to get you produce her an offer see ?"

"Cook you have a foul devious psyche,"I agreed,"I shall write the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for one valet situate in a placid area estate, would suit a well educated gentlewoman of tender old age. Please apply ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following dayspring with the Carter for deliverance to the Flying Horse to catch the post handler to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with reaction, despite two sojourn to the postal service household in Harrogate to crack for replies but then my lot changed. Not one but three respondents. Fortunately each gave her age so with application of a modicum of logic the senior two were put aside and miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my humble abode was arranged.

She arrived on Monday forenoon, a slender individual riding in a two wheel trap with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender damozel as far removed from from Cooks plenteous important person as one might imagine.

"girl Fortesque,"I greeted her, as I heard the clatter of their reaching over the sett stones."You found us then."

"Indeed though I own I thought at one stage we shoud fall over the edge of the world,"she admitted,"I have never been so frightened in my life."

"Ah Aimscott scrape, not for the faint hearted !"I agreed,"But come on in, institutionalise the cart away for now and I shall mail the lad to recall it when we are done."

"But my pocketbook,"she protested.

"I shall get the boy to facilitate you with them,"I said and ordered the Blacksmiths Lad,"Boy, luggage, inside, now, chop shot, chop."

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

I went to moderate the sawhorse head."Yes, concise and to the item I am afraid,"I admittted.

The lad scuttled to and fro with a copious quantity of luggage and then finally the task was done and he swung up into the cart and cracked the reins and wheeled away.

I took Miss Fortesque inside,"How do you like my humble residence ?"I asked.

"The perspective are stunning,"she agreed,"But I have seen little of the house."

I showed her into the study,"Please fill a tail. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the heat from the coal fire blazing in the hearth take us.

"Yes, I suppose,"she said nervously,"I thought, er, I didn't expect to be interviewed by you alone."

"Have no fear,"I said as I gently took the dark grey coat from her berm and hung it on the stand together with her wide of the mark brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the lowly just cane chair.

With her coat removed a clean though louse grey dress was revealed, together with meek cleavage. Medium length nut brown haircloth, a slender neck. My phallus stirred.

I slid the door catch, she looked alarmed,"What are you doing ?"she demanded.

"Oh I just don't want us to be disturbed,"I said and I walked behind her and made my motion. I stood behind her chair and thrust my paw down her cleavage spreading her dress and releasing her modest mounds.

"No, stop !"she protested and she fell sideways as the death chair toppled. I held her and buck the dress wide as she fell.

"beloved god no !"she wailed but my thumbs were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to reveal her about private place. Soft pink, yielding with just a luminousness cover of nut brown down.

"My excuse,"I explained,"But junction is not readily achieved in such lonely places as this, so I had to resort to subterfuge. Just lay back and think of the resplendence of old England."I counselled.

"Unhand me !"she cried and she fought me even as I undid my belt. I managed to plain off my boots and drop my breeches she tried fought to free herself and to pull up her skirt to cover herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly stronger and orotund than her and her efforts were quite ineffective.

"Lie back you dopy skirt,"I ordered and I forced her legs apart with my knee as a herald to entering her.

Suddenly my member exploded in a cataclysm of suffering, somehow she had contrived to pierce her knee right field into my rampant pole and even as I doubled in agony she smashed her other knee into my jaw os.

I must have passed out.

"Sir Saint John ?"a distant vocalisation enquired."Sir John ?"

"My brain,"I complained,"My jaw. My phallus, What happened ?"

Miss Foresque was beside me, my case was soaking wet, flowers were strewn across the flag stones, an empty vase discarded.

"You fell Sir bathroom, I only meant to push you away,"she admitted.

"dear god my foreland, my penis, where are my breeches ?"I demanded.

"You tried to dishonor me,"she explained,"But you hit your head."

Her attire had fallen away from her thorax showing her small but perfectly formed breasts,"Oh ?"

"You tricked me into coming here, you have no small fry do you ?"she challenged.

"No, no I don't, nor a wife nor have I had,"I admitted, as I sat up my head throbbing."It is lonely here, I have pauperism, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased harlot, a gentlewoman to train as my whore."

"So you saw me as a whore did you, to use and vagabond aside like an old stocking ?"she queried.

"No, yes, form of,"I agreed.

"And what do you offer,"she enquired,"Slavery or is it to be a lowly pay until I fall for a child and then the workhouse ?"

"man and wife,"I suggested,"If we suit."

"Then we have an accord,"she agreed,"Shall I lay for you now or hold off until this eve ?"

"exculpation me ?"I exclaimed.

"An impoverished gentlewoman such as myself does not get an offer from a Godhead every day so I accept,"she agreed,"Shall we consort here or in your bed ?"

"I own I am nonplussed,"I explained.

"Oh very well, lie back and I shall please you as our chambermaids were wont to do to mother,"she explained.

I lay back and stared at the celing as she came forward, straddled me and began to sink down towards my fellow member. She had to adjust her office a numeral of times but finally she was poised above my rigid Pole. Slowly she sank down, the gentle moist sass of her womb gently engulfed my member and with but a I stifled cry she slipped the last few inches until entirely sheathed and then started rocking back and forth.

"Do I please you ?"she asked.

"Please me ?"I agreed,"I am in heaven."

"Good,"she agreed,"For I find your celestial pole most agreeable."

I went to sit up to kiss her, but she shook her header,"Later."

My balls were churning,"time to withdraw I believe,"I announced.

"No, please, not yet, tis too soon,"she replied but all at once my seed erupted wthin her."Oh in effect Lord I am transported, oooohhhh."she gurgled in her ecstasy. And then it was done.

We both in disarray, her wearing apparel torn, my breeches discarded.

"Now you may kiss me,"she admitted,"And future sentence ask leave to mount me."

"I shall mount you when and where I please,"I countered.

"When we are lawfully wed perhaps but until then beware."she warned. She stood up letting her apparel fall. She walked to the window,"How far does your the three estates stretch ?"she asked.

"Why, to the copse atop the mound, and beyond the corner of the valley side,"I explained.

"It is crucial for a woman to understand what her son shall inherit,"she admitted,"I do believe if I rest my elbows on the window cill you might pleasure me as founding father pleasures the scullery maidservant when she bends over the sink."

"Do you spend every waking hour watching your Fatherhood fornicate ?"I asked.

"Of course not,"she insisted,"My brothers do it far more frequently, its so unjust that they may assort freely and I might not for concern of falling for a child."

My mind reeled, she looked beat at me as she rested with her elbows on the all-embracing windowpane cill and her buttocks pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you mount me ?"she asked.

"Why yes, but pray commit me a second to recover,"I replied.

She wriggled her buns delightfully,"Oh well if you can not compel I shall seek an Ostler or nurseryman or some such to serve me."

"No, I will attend to you, have no fear,"I asserted as I approached her, my member rigid in my hand once again.

Her quim was still moist. I teased her with the tip of my pole against her slot and then oh so gently comfort inside her."That is most agreeable,"she agreed,"Most agreeable !"

I grasped her tit and pulled her firmly towards me pressing my penis even further inside her,"Oh my nobleman, oh that is heavenly,"she gasped,"Don't stop."

I could no more stop than fly to the moon. Her case reflected in the window glass was a sight of pleasure, beads of sudor glistened on her forehead. I rested my psyche on her shouder between thrusts trying to prolong the pleasure but the forces of nature could not be restrained and soon my clod expelled a heave tide of ointment to blast into all her to the highest degree secret parts and seek to fecundate her.

"Ohhhhh,"she gurgled as her fires were thoroughly and entirely quenched.

I waited a moment and withdrew,"I own it must be nearly on dinner party time,"I opined,"James Cook !"I shouted.

"I ent sucking your nob,"Captain James Cook insisted when she waddled in and she exclaimed,"Oh, oh I see you found somewhere else to stick it,"she said,"You wan't to watch out little girl you'll be caught you mark my words."

"Cook misfire Fortesque has consented to be my wife,"I said proudly.

"Its all right hand for you, what about me ?"Captain James Cook asked,"Where am I going to get another job at my age ?"

"She will share my bed not look at over your kitchen,"I explained.

"But I likes a ass now'n again,"Cook said sullenly.

fille Fortesque came to the delivery, still with percentage displayed she held up her overnice fist,"Mama used to have a handmaid girl pleasance her when Papa was away, her fist was much the Lapp size as mine."

"You ent sticking no fist up my twat,"Cook said defensively,"What ever next."

"Captain Cook get the dinner party, whether my Angel sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous womb is not a thing of the greatest urgency,"I opined.

"Not to you mebbe, but I sin you two a fuckin and I'm all hot and devil now."Cook insisted.

"Sit on the window cill and let us see what we can do,"Miss Fortesque suggested.

Cook sat on the wooden chairman instead,"I ent having no,"she said as Miss Fortesque pushed James Cook knees across-the-board and stuff her dainty fist up under Cooks smock.

I could not see fille Fortesque's clenched fist swoop into Captain Cook innards, but Cooks eyes were wide as saucers and she gasped at the encroachment,"Ohhhh !"

I stared in thwarting,"Oh hang the both of you, I'll get my own dinner party,"I snapped and I left them to their connective while reflecting it would indeed be a bonus and I mused if Miss Fortesque could live up to James Cook with her clenched fist, then maybe she coud satisfy young Bessie as well and avoid her falling from an unwise union with an Ostler, Gardener or some such.

I retrieved the roast leg of pork from the range oven, found the vegetables and plated up a boastfully portion for myself and a smaller one for Miss Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone dusty by the time she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another fib .