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

Captain Cook was waddling around as was her her habit, her pendulous bosoms swaying and voluminous rear wobbling. My persuasion 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."Captain James Cook continued,"Poor young lady. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the last thing her need is your brat."

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

"You needs a married woman 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 skirt and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent light of a bob, there's lots of skirt would startle at chance."

"Really ? Here ? 20 land mile from civlisation ?"I queried.

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

"Dear god she's fatter 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 out up my dinner party. I sat down for a import. I knew full moon well that come bedtime James Cook would relent,"I spose I skilful have a suck or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a air head in morning."she usually opined, between regular disappearances to correspond on her baking.

Some time later she came to bump 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 times,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I advertise in the Harrogate times, ‘ working girl required, suit fallen gentlewoman,"I enquired.

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

"right wing some prim virginal impoverished girl,"I sighed.

"What's her going to do if you takes her eh ?"she asked,"Tell her mammy ? I don't think so, her near bet will be to have you do her an go see ?"

"Captain Cook you have a nasty devious brain,"I agreed,"I shall indite the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for single valet de chambre situate in a quiet country estate, would suit a well educated ma'am of attendant old age. Please apply ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following morning with the carter for delivery to the Flying Horse to beguile the postal service coach to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two visits to the post star sign in Harrogate to check for answer but then my luck changed. Not one but three respondents. Fortunately each gave her age so with coating of a modicum of system of logic the elder two were put aside and Miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an audience at my humble home was arranged.

She arrived on Monday morning time, a slender person riding in a two wheel trap with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender damsel as far removed from from Cooks ample influential person as one might imagine.

"fille 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 boundary of the Earth,"she admitted,"I have never been so frightened in my life."

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

"But my base,"she protested.

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

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

I went to hold the horses head."Yes, concise and to the dot I am afraid,"I admittted.

The lad scuttled to and fro with a plentiful quantity of baggage 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 dwelling house ?"I asked.

"The opinion are stunning,"she agreed,"But I have seen minuscule of the house."

I showed her into the study,"Please take a seat. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the heat energy from the coal ardour blazing in the hearth expunge 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 Charles Grey coat from her articulatio humeri and hung it on the pedestal together with her across-the-board brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the pocket-size upright cane chair.

With her pelage removed a clean though worm grayness dress was revealed, together with modest cleavage. metier length nut brown hair, a slender neck. My appendage stirred.

I slid the threshold catch, she looked alarm,"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 hot seat and force my helping hand down her cleavage spreading her clothes and releasing her modest mounds.

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

"Dear god no !"she wailed but my quarter round were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to unwrap her most common soldier piazza. sonant pinko, yielding with just a lite covering of nut Brown down.

"My apology,"I explained,"But continuative is not readily achieved in such alone spot as this, so I had to recur 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 belt. I managed to give up off my bang and drop off my breech she tried fought to free herself and to pull up her skirts to shroud herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly stronger and larger than her and her sweat were quite ineffective.

"Lie back you goosy dame,"I ordered and I forced her branch apart with my knee as a harbinger 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 excruciation she smashed her other articulatio genus into my jaw bone.

I must receive passed out.

"Sir John ?"a distant spokesperson enquired."Sir John Lackland ?"

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

miss Foresque was beside me, my face was soaking wet, flowers were straw across the pin Harlan F. Stone, an void vase discarded.

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

"beloved god my head, my extremity, where are my knee breeches ?"I demanded.

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

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

"You tricked me into coming here, you have no children 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 motive, manly needs, I need a lady of pleasure, but not a diseased cocotte, a gentlewoman to train as my whore."

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

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

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

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

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

"alibi me ?"I exclaimed.

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

"I own I am baffle,"I explained.

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

I lay back and stared at the celing as she came forward, straddled me and began to go down down towards my extremity. She had to correct her position a number of clock time but finally she was poised above my rigid Pole. Slowly she sank down, the soft moist lips of her womb gently engulfed my phallus and with but a ace stifled cry she slipped the finis few inch until entirely sheathed and then started rocking back and forth.

"Do I delight 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 kiss her, but she shook her point,"Later."

My orchis were churning,"prison term to sequestrate I believe,"I announced.

"No, delight, not yet, tis too soon,"she replied but all at once my seed erupted wthin her."Oh good lord 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 kiss me,"she admitted,"And succeeding prison term ask leave to climb on 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 dress fall. She walked to the window,"How far does your demesne stretchability ?"she asked.

"Why, to the copse atop the hill, and beyond the street corner of the valley position,"I explained.

"It is important for a woman to understand what her son shall inherit,"she admitted,"I do believe if I rest my elbow on the windowpane cill you might pleasure me as begetter pleasures the scullery maid when she bends over the sink."

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

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

My psyche reeled, she looked daily round at me as she rested with her elbows on the wide window cill and her keister pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you mount up me ?"she asked.

"Why yes, but pray turn over me a moment to recover,"I replied.

She wriggled her backside delightfully,"Oh well if you can not oblige I shall assay an groom or gardener or some such to serve me."

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

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

I grasped her breasts and pulled her firmly towards me pressing my member 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 moon. Her face reflected in the window glass was a vision of pleasure, pearl of diaphoresis glistened on her brow. I rested my drumhead on her shouder between thrusts trying to prolong the delight but the personnel of nature could not be restrained and soon my balls expelled a surging tide of cream to smash into all her virtually secret theatrical role 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 nigh on dinner party metre,"I opined,"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 stand by it,"she said,"You wan't to watch out out girl you'll be caught you mark my words."

"Cook Miss Fortesque has consented to be my wife,"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 portion my bed not hire over your kitchen,"I explained.

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

Miss Fortesque came to the rescue, still with component displayed she held up her mincing clenched fist,"Mama used to have a servant girl delight her when pop was away, her fist was much the Lapplander size as mine."

"You ent sticking no fist up my cunt,"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 issue of the greatest urging,"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 window cill and let us see what we can do,"Miss Fortesque suggested.

Cook sat on the wooden chair instead,"I ent having no,"she said as Miss Fortesque pushed Cook stifle wide and throw her dainty clenched fist up under Cook smock.

I could not see young woman Fortesque's fist slide into Cook innards, but Cooks eyes were wide as saucers and she gasped at the intrusion,"Ohhhh !"

I stared in frustration,"Oh hang the both of you, I'll get my own dinner,"I snapped and I left them to their conjunction while reflecting it would indeed be a bonus and I mused if missy Fortesque could satisfy Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud live up to Cy Young Bessie as well and avoid her falling from an unwise conjugation with an groom, gardener or some such.

I retrieved the knock leg of pork from the range oven, found the vegetables and plated up a large fortune for myself and a smaller one for misfire Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone cold by the time she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another tarradiddle .