I came dwelling house around seven of the clock that fateful evening following a brisk canter around my estate. The sun was setting over the far horizon like a glowing orb on that warm 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 wont, her pendulous bosom swaying and copious bottom wobbling. My thoughts turned to a lonely eve. She sensed my mood.

"flavour I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No offense 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 party then if you please,"I ventured.

"And you leave wretched Bessie alone and all."Captain James Cook continued,"Poor girl. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the last thing her pauperism is your brat."

"Yes very well Captain James Cook I will bear 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 catch 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 curtly of a Ugandan shilling, there's caboodle of wenches would spring at chance."

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

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

"lamb god she's productive than you, and uglier,"I pointed out.

"I spose it be a back 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 moment. I knew total well that come bedtime Cook would relent,"I spose I better have a sucking or you won't get no rest and be like a sore with a bare question in morning."she usually opined, between even disappearances to watch on her baking.

Some fourth dimension later she came to find me,"Why don't you buy an ‘ ore ?"she asked.

"Disease, Cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some gentlewoman fell on hard clock time,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I publicise in the Harrogate times, ‘ Whore required, courtship fallen ma'am,"I enquired.

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

"right field some priggish virginal impoverished girl,"I sighed.

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

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

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for I valet de chambre situate in a hush country landed estate, would suit a well educated gentlewoman of tender years. delight use ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following good morning with the carter for delivery to the Flying Horse to capture the spot coach to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with response, despite two visits to the post house in Harrogate to retard for replies but then my luck changed. Not one but three respondents. Fortunately each gave her age so with application of a modicum of logic the elderberry bush two were put aside and Miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my mortify habitation was arranged.

She arrived on Monday morning time, a slender someone riding in a two wheel lying in wait with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender damosel as far removed from from James Cook sizable personage as one might imagine.

"Miss Fortesque,"I greeted her, as I heard the clatter of their arrival over the cobblestone stone."You found us then."

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

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

"But my suitcase,"she protested.

"I shall get the boy to help you with them,"I said and ordered the Blacksmiths Lad,"Boy, baggage, inside, now, chopper, chop."

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

I went to hold the horse head."Yes, concise and to the point I am afraid,"I admittted.

The lad scuttled to and fro with a plenteous amount of baggage and then finally the project was done and he swung up into the handcart and cracked the reins and wheeled away.

I took Miss Fortesque inside,"How do you like my base abode ?"I asked.

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

I showed her into the study,"Please take a seat. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the oestrus from the ember flame blazing in the hearth struck 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 night Grey coat from her shoulders and hung it on the pedestal together with her spacious brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the small-scale upright cane chair.

With her pelage removed a clean though worm grey apparel was revealed, together with modest cleavage. Medium length nut brown tomentum, a slender neck. My appendage stirred.

I slid the threshold stop, 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 motility. I stood behind her chair and squeeze my mitt down her cleavage spreading her dress and releasing her minor mounds.

"No, stop !"she protested and she fell sideways as the professorship toppled. I held her and tore the garb all-encompassing as she fell.

"dear god no !"she wailed but my thumbs were in her half-slip and underthings pressing them down to reveal her most private piazza. soft pink, yielding with just a dismount covering of nut brown down.

"My apologies,"I explained,"But conjunction is not readily achieved in such lonely topographic point as this, so I had to resort to subterfuge. Just lay back and think of the glory of old England."I counselled.

"Unhand me !"she cried and she fought me even as I undid my whack. I managed to kick off my kicking and drop my breeches she tried fought to free herself and to commit up her skirts to continue herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly stiff and with child than her and her elbow grease were quite ineffective.

"Lie back you gooselike wench,"I ordered and I forced her ramification apart with my knee as a precursor to entering her.

Suddenly my member exploded in a calamity of excruciation, somehow she had contrived to pierce her knee right into my rearing pole and even as I doubled in agony she smashed her other knee into my jaw ivory.

I must ingest passed out.

"Sir John the Evangelist ?"a distant voice enquired."Sir John ?"

"My psyche,"I complained,"My jaw. My member, What happened ?"

Miss Foresque was beside me, my face was soaking wet, flowers were straw across the iris Harlan Fisk Stone, an empty vase discarded.

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

"Dear god my head, my member, where are my knickerbockers ?"I demanded.

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

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

"You tricked me into coming here, you have no nestling 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 working girl, but not a diseased fancy woman, a gentlewoman to discipline as my whore."

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

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

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

"wedlock,"I suggested,"If we suit."

"Then we have an accord,"she agreed,"Shall I lay for you now or await until this evening ?"

"Excuse me ?"I exclaimed.

"An wiped out madam such as myself does not get an offer from a Lord 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 habit 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 penis. She had to adjust her military position a number of times but finally she was poised above my set perch. Slowly she sank down, the soft moist mouth of her womb gently engulfed my member and with but a unity stifled cry she slipped the last few column inch until entirely sheathed and then started rocking back and forth.

"Do I please you ?"she asked.

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

"trade good,"she agreed,"For I find your pole most agreeable."

I went to sit up to osculate her, but she shook her chief,"Later."

My balls were churning,"fourth dimension 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 practiced lord I am transported, oooohhhh."she gurgled in her ecstasy. And then it was done.

We both in disarray, her clothes torn, my breeches discarded.

"Now you may kiss me,"she admitted,"And future time 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 clothes twilight. She walked to the window,"How far does your estate stretch ?"she asked.

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

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

"Do you pass every waking hour watching your father fornicate ?"I asked.

"Of line not,"she insisted,"My brothers do it far more frequently, its so unfair that they may affiliate freely and I might not for veneration of falling for a child."

My mind reeled, she looked rung at me as she rested with her elbows on the wide window cill and her buttocks pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you get on me ?"she asked.

"Why yes, but pray cave in me a import to recover,"I replied.

She wriggled her buttocks delightfully,"Oh well if you can not oblige I shall seek an hostler or nurseryman or some such to suffice me."

"No, I will serve you, have no fear,"I asserted as I approached her, my penis rigid in my hired hand once again.

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

I grasped her breasts and pulled her firmly towards me pressing my fellow member even further inside her,"Oh my Jehovah, oh that is heavenly,"she gasped,"Don't stop."

I could no more stop than fly to the lunation. Her face reflected in the windowpane glass was a vision of joy, drop of sweating glistened on her frontal bone. I rested my head on her shouder between thrust trying to prolong the pleasance but the power of nature could not be restrained and soon my glob expelled a surging tide of cream to blast into all her near confidential parts and seek to fertilise her.

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

I waited a moment and withdrew,"I own it must be about on dinner fourth dimension,"I opined,"Cook !"I shouted.

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

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

"Its all right field for you, what about me ?"Cooks asked,"Where am I going to get another job at my age ?"

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

"But I likes a nookie now'n again,"cook said sullenly.

Miss Fortesque came to the saving, still with parts displayed she held up her treat fist,"mama used to have a handmaid girl joy her when dada was away, her clenched fist was much the same size as mine."

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

"Cook get the dinner, whether my holy man sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous womb is not a topic of the greatest importunity,"I opined.

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

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

cook sat on the wooden chairwoman instead,"I ent having no,"she said as Miss Fortesque pushed Captain Cook knee joint full and thrust her dainty fist up under Captain Cook smock.

I could not see fille Fortesque's fist slideway into Cooks entrails, but Cooks eyes were encompassing as saucers and she gasped at the usurpation,"Ohhhh !"

I stared in defeat,"Oh hang the both of you, I'll get my own Dinner,"I snapped and I left them to their colligation while reflecting it would indeed be a bonus and I mused if Miss Fortesque could satisfy Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud satisfy young Bessie as well and avoid her falling from an unwise mating with an hostler, Gardener or some such.

I retrieved the roast leg of pork barrel from the chain of mountains oven, found the vegetables and plated up a large portion for myself and a smaller one for Miss Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone cold by the time she finished pleasuring Captain James Cook but that as they say is another floor .