I came home around seven of the clock that fateful eve following a brisk lope around my acres. The sun was setting over the far horizon 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.

Cook was waddling around as was her her habit, her pendulous bosoms swaying and copious buttocks wobbling. My thought process turned to a unfrequented evening. She sensed my mood.

"facial expression 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 wretched Bessie alone and all."James Cook continued,"poor girl. She ‘ ent quite the just the ticket and the last thing her pauperization is your brat."

"Yes very well Captain Cook I will assume 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 prissy bird and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent short of a bob, there's bunch of wenches would skip at chance."

"Really ? Here ? twenty dollar bill miles 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 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 moment. I knew full well that come bedtime Cook would relent,"I spose I beneficial have a suck or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a bare straits in morning."she usually opined, between regular disappearance to check on her baking.

Some prison term 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 ma'am fell on hard times,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I advertise in the Harrogate times, ‘ Whore required, courtship fallen gentlewoman,"I enquired.

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

"Right some prim virginal impoverished young lady,"I sighed.

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

"Captain James Cook you have a smutty devious mind,"I agreed,"I shall compose the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for ace gentleman situate in a placid area acres, would suit a well educated gentlewoman of attendant age. Please implement ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following sunrise with the carter for delivery to the Flying Horse to entrance the Emily Post coach to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two visits to the spot house in Harrogate to gibe for response but then my circumstances changed. Not one but three respondents. Fortunately each gave her age so with application of a modicum of system of logic the elder two were put aside and misfire Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my humble abode 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 cobblestone pit."You found us then."

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

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

"But my bags,"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 hold the knight head."Yes, concise and to the point I am afraid,"I admittted.

The lad scuttled to and fro with a voluminous 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 abode ?"I asked.

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

I showed her into the discipline,"Please fill a seat. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the passion from the ember flak blaze 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 darkness grey coat from her articulatio humeri and hung it on the stand together with her wide brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the small upright cane chair.

With her coating removed a clean though louse grey dress was revealed, together with pocket-sized cleavage. Medium length nut brownness tomentum, a slender neck. My extremity stirred.

I slid the doorway 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 relocation. I stood behind her chair and thrust my hands down her segmentation spreading her attire and releasing her minor mounds.

"No, hold back !"she protested and she fell sideways as the electric chair toppled. I held her and deplumate the dress all-inclusive as she fell.

"lamb god no !"she wailed but my thumbs were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to let on her most private billet. Soft garden pink, yielding with just a light covering of nut browned down.

"My apologies,"I explained,"But conjunction is not readily achieved in such solitary places as this, so I had to resort 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. I managed to kick off my thrill and dismiss my knee pants she tried fought to free herself and to pull up her skirts to spread over herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly stiff and larger than her and her crusade were quite ineffective.

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

Suddenly my member exploded in a tragedy of agony, somehow she had contrived to shove her knee right into my rampant celestial pole and even as I doubled in agony she smashed her early genu into my jaw bone.

I must take passed out.

"Sir St. John the Apostle ?"a distant vocalism enquired."Sir John ?"

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

misfire Foresque was beside me, my face was soaking wet, flush were straw across the flag Isidor Feinstein Stone, an vacate vase discarded.

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

"love god my head, my member, where are my breeches ?"I demanded.

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

Her clothes had fallen away from her chest showing her pocket-size but perfectly formed breast,"Oh ?"

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

"No, no I don't, nor a married woman nor have I had,"I admitted, as I sat up my head throbbing."It is lonely here, I have needs, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased whore, a madam to direct as my whore."

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

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

"And what do you offer,"she enquired,"thralldom 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 hold off until this eventide ?"

"Excuse me ?"I exclaimed.

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

"I own I am puzzle,"I explained.

"Oh very well, lie back and I shall delight you as our chambermaid were wont to do to bring forth,"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 adapt her position a number of clip but finally she was poised above my rigid pole. Slowly she sank down, the soft moist lip of her womb gently engulfed my penis and with but a single stifled cry she slipped the finale 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 magnetic pole most agreeable."

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

My balls were churning,"Time to draw I believe,"I announced.

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

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

"Now you may buss me,"she admitted,"And future time 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 estate of the realm stretch ?"she asked.

"Why, to the brush atop the hill, and beyond the quoin of the valley incline,"I explained.

"It is important for a woman to read 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 housemaid when she bends over the sink."

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

"Of course not,"she insisted,"My Brother do it far more frequently, its so unfair that they may associate freely and I might not for veneration 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 cheek pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you mount me ?"she asked.

"Why yes, but pray feed me a present moment to find,"I replied.

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

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

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

I grasped her breast 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 side reflected in the window methamphetamine was a vision of pleasure, beading of perspiration glistened on her forehead. I rested my point on her shouder between thrusts trying to sustain the pleasure but the force out of nature could not be restrained and soon my Ball expelled a surging tide of pick to boom into all her most enigma parts and seek to inseminate her.

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

I waited a moment and withdrew,"I own it must be most on dinner time,"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 baffle it,"she said,"You wan't to watch out girlfriend you'll be caught you mark my words."

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

"Its all right for you, what about me ?"Captain Cook 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 screw now'n again,"cook said sullenly.

missy Fortesque came to the delivery, still with parts displayed she held up her dainty fist,"ma used to have a servant girl pleasure her when pop was away, her 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 party, whether my angel sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous uterus is not a matter of the slap-up 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 window cill and let us see what we can do,"Miss Fortesque suggested.

Cook sat on the wooden death chair instead,"I ent having no,"she said as Miss Fortesque pushed Cooks knees wide and squeeze her goody clenched fist up under Captain Cook smock.

I could not see girl Fortesque's clenched fist slide into Cooks innards, but Captain James Cook eye were wide as disc and she gasped at the usurpation,"Ohhhh !"

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

I retrieved the roast leg of pork from the kitchen range oven, found the vegetables and plated up a large portion for myself and a smaller one for young lady Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone cold by the fourth dimension she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another story .