I came home plate around seven of the clock that fateful evening following a bracing lope around my estate. The sun was setting over the far celestial horizon like a glowing orb on that warm outpouring even. I handed the reins of my steed to my ostler and made my way indoors seeking my dinner.

Captain James Cook was waddling around as was her her wont, her pendulous bosoms swaying and plenteous buttocks wobbling. My thoughts turned to a alone evening. She sensed my mood.

"Look I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No discourtesy 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 poor Bessie alone and all."Cook continued,"poor little girl. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the last affair her needs is your brat."

"Yes very well 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 stop you wanting your nob sucked though do it ?"she came back."You find a gracious wench and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent short of a British shilling, there's batch of doll would jump at chance."

"Really ? Here ? twenty dollar bill mi 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 rearward hired man compel-ment when you says it like that,"she agreed and she waddled off to dish out up my dinner. I sat down for a consequence. I knew full-of-the-moon well that come bedtime Cook would relent,"I spose I better have a sucking or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a strip head in morning."she usually opined, between veritable disappearing to check on her baking.

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

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

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some gentlewoman fell on severe metre,"she suggested.

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

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

"rightfield some prim pair of virginals impoverished lady friend,"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 have you make her an offer see ?"

"Cook you have a tight devious intellect,"I agreed,"I shall write the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for one valet situate in a quiet country estate, would suit a well educated madam of tender eld. Please go for ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following break of the day with the Carter for delivery to the Flying sawhorse to capture the office coach to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two visit to the berth sign of the zodiac in Harrogate to find out for answer but then my luck changed. Not one but three respondent. Fortunately each gave her age so with application of a modicum of logic the elder two were put aside and Miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an audience at my lowly residence was arranged.

She arrived on Monday forenoon, a slender person riding in a two wheel bunker with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender damsel as far removed from from cook plentiful personage as one might imagine.

"misfire Fortesque,"I greeted her, as I heard the clatter of their arrival over the cobble stones."You found us then."

"Indeed though I own I thought at one level we shoud fall over the edge of the world,"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 post the lad to come back it when we are done."

"But my pocketbook,"she protested.

"I shall get the boy to help 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 sustain the horse head."Yes, concise and to the point I am afraid,"I admittted.

The lad scuttled to and fro with a copious amount 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 young woman Fortesque inside,"How do you like my humble home ?"I asked.

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

I showed her into the study,"Please take a fundament. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the rut from the ember fire blazing in the fireside impinge on 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 shoulders and hung it on the outdoor stage together with her wide brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the small vertical cane chair.

With her coat removed a clean though dirt ball Grey dress was revealed, together with small-scale cleavage. Medium length nut brown haircloth, a slender neck opening. My member stirred.

I slid the room access snatch, 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 chairman and thrust my hands down her cleavage spreading her garb and releasing her modest mounds.

"No, kibosh !"she protested and she fell sideways as the chairwoman toppled. I held her and tore the frock all-encompassing as she fell.

"Dear god no !"she wailed but my pollex were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to disclose her nigh private spot. cushy pink, yielding with just a light application of nut Robert Brown down.

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

"Unhand me !"she cried and she fought me even as I undid my belt ammunition. I managed to kick off my boot and drop my breeches she tried fought to free herself and to perpetrate up her skirts to shroud herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly stronger and tumid than her and her endeavor were quite ineffective.

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

Suddenly my member exploded in a cataclysm of excruciation, somehow she had contrived to force her articulatio genus right hand into my rampant pole and even as I doubled in suffering she smashed her other stifle into my jaw osseous tissue.

I must have passed out.

"Sir John ?"a upstage voice enquired."Sir lav ?"

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

Miss Foresque was beside me, my fount was soaking wet, flush were strew across the flag Oliver Stone, an hollow vase discarded.

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

"Dear god my headland, my member, where are my knickers ?"I demanded.

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

Her dress had fallen away from her thorax showing her humble but perfectly formed white meat,"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 want, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased whore, a dame to train as my whore."

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

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

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

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

"I own I am nonplused,"I explained.

"Oh very well, lie back and I shall please you as our chambermaids were wont 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 appendage. She had to conform her stance a number of times but finally she was poised above my set Pole. Slowly she sank down, the flabby moist lips of her womb gently engulfed my phallus and with but a single 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."

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

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

My Ball were churning,"time to move back I believe,"I announced.

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

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

"Now you may osculate me,"she admitted,"And next sentence ask leave to hop on 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 frock decline. She walked to the window,"How far does your estate stretch ?"she asked.

"Why, to the coppice atop the hill, and beyond the recess of the vale side,"I explained.

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

"Do you spend every waking time of day watching your father fornicate ?"I asked.

"Of form not,"she insisted,"My Brother do it far more frequently, its so unjust that they may agree freely and I might not for fright of falling for a child."

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

"Why yes, but pray contribute me a moment to recuperate,"I replied.

She wriggled her rump delightfully,"Oh well if you can not accommodate I shall seek an stableman or gardener or some such to dish me."

"No, I will serve you, have no fearfulness,"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 perch against her time slot and then oh so gently eased inside her."That is most agreeable,"she agreed,"nigh agreeable !"

I grasped her breasts and pulled her firmly towards me pressing my fellow 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 case reflected in the windowpane glass was a vision of pleasure, beadwork of perspiration glistened on her forehead. I rested my header on her shouder between thrusts trying to keep up the pleasure but the military group of nature could not be restrained and soon my chunk expelled a heave lunar time period of cream to pillory into all her almost hole-and-corner parts and seek to fertilize her.

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

I waited a moment and withdrew,"I own it must be virtually on dinner prison term,"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 stick it,"she said,"You wan't to watch 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 share my bed not take over your kitchen,"I explained.

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

miss Fortesque came to the rescue, still with parts displayed she held up her treat fist,"Mama used to accept a servant girl pleasure her when Papa was away, her fist was much the same size as mine."

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

"James Cook get the dinner, whether my angel sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous uterus is not a matter of the great urging,"I opined.

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

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

Cook sat on the wooden chair instead,"I ent having no,"she said as girl Fortesque pushed Cook articulatio genus wide and poking her dainty fist up under Cooks smock.

I could not see Miss Fortesque's fist glide into Captain James Cook innards, but Captain Cook eyes were wide as dish and she gasped at the intrusion,"Ohhhh !"

I stared in frustration,"Oh hang the both of you, I'll get my own dinner party,"I snapped and I left them to their conjunction while reflecting it would indeed be a bonus and I mused if Miss Fortesque could fulfill James Cook with her clenched fist, then maybe she coud meet new Bessie as well and fend off her falling from an unwise union with an Ostler, nurseryman or some such.

I retrieved the joint leg of pork barrel from the mountain chain oven, found the vegetables and plated up a large fortune for myself and a smaller one for missy Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone insensate by the time she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another report .