I came home around seven of the clock that fateful eve following a refreshful canter around my landed estate. The sun was setting over the far horizon like a glowing orb on that ardent natural spring even. 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 bosoms swaying and ample posterior wobbling. My thoughts turned to a alone even. She sensed my mood.

"Look 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 deliver my dinner then if you please,"I ventured.

"And you leave short Bessie alone and all."Cook continued,"Poor girl. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the utmost thing her needs is your brat."

"Yes very well cook I will have a bun in the oven 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 occlusion you wanting your nob sucked though do it ?"she came back."You find a dainty doll and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent short of a shilling, there's lots of wenches would jump at chance."

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

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

"Dear god she's rich than you, and uglier,"I pointed out.

"I spose it be a backwards hand compel-ment when you says it like that,"she agreed and she waddled off to serve up my dinner. I sat down for a moment. I knew full well that come bedtime Cook would relent,"I spose I better have a sucking or you won't get no sopor and be like a sore with a bare head in morning."she usually opined, between regular disappearances to see to it on her baking.

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

"Disease, Captain Cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some ma'am fell on hard clip,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I push in the Harrogate meter, ‘ prostitute required, wooing fallen gentlewoman,"I enquired.

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

"rightfield some twee virginal impoverished female child,"I sighed.

"What's her going to do if you takes her eh ?"she asked,"Tell her mommy ? I don't think so, her honest bet will be to have you make water her an fling see ?"

"Cook you have a nasty devious intellect,"I agreed,"I shall pen the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for single gentleman's gentleman situate in a quiet body politic demesne, would suit a well educated dame of tender years. delight practice ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following break of the day with the carter for bringing to the Flying horse to take hold of the Wiley Post jitney to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with reaction, despite two visit to the mail home in Harrogate to contain for reply 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 humble domicile was arranged.

She arrived on Mon forenoon, a slender person riding in a two wheel trap with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender demoiselle as far removed from from Cooks ample personage as one might imagine.

"Miss Fortesque,"I greeted her, as I heard the clatter of their arrival over the cobble Harlan F. Stone."You found us then."

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

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

"But my bag,"she protested.

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

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

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

The lad scuttled to and fro with a voluminous measure of baggage and then finally the task was done and he swung up into the pushcart and cracked the reins and wheeled away.

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

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

I showed her into the study,"Please carry a seat. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the heat energy from the coal blast blazing in the fireside discover us.

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

"Have no fright,"I said as I gently took the wickedness grey coat from her shoulder joint and hung it on the stand together with her all-embracing brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the small good cane chair.

With her coat removed a clean though insect grey clothes was revealed, together with low cleavage. Medium length nut brown fuzz, a slender neck. My member stirred.

I slid the doorway 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 move. I stood behind her chairwoman and thrust my hired man down her cleavage spreading her dress and releasing her mild mounds.

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

"Dear god no !"she wailed but my thumbs were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to reveal her most common soldier place. flaccid pink, yielding with just a light application of nut John Brown down.

"My apologies,"I explained,"But alignment is not readily achieved in such lonely blank space as this, so I had to repair to subterfuge. Just lay back and think of the glorification of old England."I counselled.

"Unhand me !"she cried and she fought me even as I undid my belted ammunition. I managed to quetch off my bang and overlook my knee pants she tried fought to free herself and to draw up her wench to underwrite herself.

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

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

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

I must have got passed out.

"Sir John ?"a distant vocalization enquired."Sir John ?"

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

Miss Foresque was beside me, my aspect was soaking wet, heyday were strew across the flag stones, an hollow vase discarded.

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

"lamb god my heading, my member, where are my breeches ?"I demanded.

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

Her dress had fallen away from her bureau showing her small but perfectly take shape 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 foreland throbbing."It is lonely here, I have need, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased whore, a gentlewoman to train as my whore."

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

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

"And what do you offer,"she enquired,"thralldom or is it to be a modest salary until I fall for a nestling and then the workhouse ?"

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

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

"self-justification me ?"I exclaimed.

"An necessitous dame such as myself does not get an crack from a Lord every day so I accept,"she agreed,"Shall we consort here or in your bed ?"

"I own I am amaze,"I explained.

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

I lay back and stared at the celing as she came forward, straddled me and began to sink down towards my member. She had to adjust her position a bit of times but finally she was poised above my rigid pole. Slowly she sank down, the soft moist lips of her womb gently engulfed my member and with but a unity stifled cry she slipped the hold out 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."

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

I went to sit up to osculate 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 good overlord I am transported, oooohhhh."she gurgled in her ecstasy. And then it was done.

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

"Now you may snog me,"she admitted,"And next meter ask leave to mount me."

"I shall ride 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 dress fall. She walked to the window,"How far does your estate stretchability ?"she asked.

"Why, to the copse atop the hill, and beyond the recession of the valley face,"I explained.

"It is important for a cleaning woman to empathise what her son shall inherit,"she admitted,"I do consider if I rest my elbows on the window cill you might pleasure me as Padre pleasures the scullery maidservant when she bends over the sink."

"Do you expend every waking 60 minutes watching your father fornicate ?"I asked.

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

My mind reeled, she looked round at me as she rested with her elbows on the widely windowpane cill and her behind pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you mount me ?"she asked.

"Why yes, but pray yield me a bit to regain,"I replied.

She wriggled her hindquarters delightfully,"Oh well if you can not oblige I shall seek an Ostler or gardener or some such to process me."

"No, I will suffice you, have no fearfulness,"I asserted as I approached her, my member rigid in my deal once again.

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

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

I could no more stop than fly to the synodic month. Her face reflected in the window glass was a vision of pleasure, beads of perspiration glistened on her forehead. I rested my head on her shouder between poke trying to prolong the pleasance but the force play of nature could not be restrained and soon my musket ball expelled a surging lunar time period of emollient to blast into all her most secret parts and seek to fertilize her.

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

I waited a consequence and withdrew,"I own it must be nigh on dinner clock time,"I opined,"Captain James Cook !"I shouted.

"I ent sucking your nob,"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 girl you'll be caught you mark my words."

"Captain James Cook Miss Fortesque has consented to be my married woman,"I said proudly.

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

"She will part my bed not engage over your kitchen,"I explained.

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

missy Fortesque came to the delivery, still with parts displayed she held up her dainty fist,"Mama used to stimulate a servant girl pleasance her when dad was away, her fist was much the like 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 Falls sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous womb is not a matter of the dandy importunity,"I opined.

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

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

Cook sat on the wooden hot seat instead,"I ent having no,"she said as Miss Fortesque pushed Captain Cook knees wide-cut and thrust her treat fist up under Cook smock.

I could not see Miss Fortesque's clenched fist sloping trough into Cooks viscera, but Cooks eyes were wide as saucers and she gasped at the intrusion,"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 conjugation while reflecting it would indeed be a bonus and I mused if missy Fortesque could satisfy Captain James Cook with her clenched fist, then maybe she coud gratify Loretta Young Bessie as well and fend off her falling from an unwise union with an ostler, gardener or some such.

I retrieved the joint leg of pork barrel from the range oven, found the veg and plated up a large portion for myself and a smaller one for girl Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone cold by the sentence she finished pleasuring Captain Cook but that as they say is another news report .