I came nursing home around seven of the clock that fateful evening following a refreshing canter around my estate. The sun was setting over the far horizon like a glowing orb on that warm fountain 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 weeping boob swaying and copious buttocks wobbling. My sentiment turned to a solitary evening. She sensed my mood.

"tone I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No offensive 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 get my dinner then if you please,"I ventured.

"And you leave poor Bessie alone and all."Cook continued,"poor people girl. She ‘ ent quite the just the ticket and the survive matter her needs 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 stopover 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 short-change of a Ugandan shilling, there's lots of skirt would jump at chance."

"Really ? Here ? Twenty Admiralty 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 backrest 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 to the full well that come bedtime Captain Cook would relent,"I spose I honorable have a suck or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a air drumhead in morning."she usually opined, between regular fade to check on her baking.

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

"Disease, Cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some dame fell on hard sentence,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I advertise in the Harrogate fourth dimension, ‘ Whore required, suit fallen gentlewoman,"I enquired.

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

"rightfulness some dainty pure impoverished miss,"I sighed.

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

"Captain Cook you have a cruddy devious judgement,"I agreed,"I shall write the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for single gentleman situate in a calm commonwealth estate of the realm, would fit a well educated dame of bid years. Please apply ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following daybreak with the Carter for delivery to the Flying horse cavalry to view the postal service four-in-hand to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two sojourn to the post house in Harrogate to check for reply but then my chance changed. Not one but three respondent. Fortunately each gave her age so with covering of a modicum of logical system the elder two were put aside and Miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my small abode was arranged.

She arrived on Mon morn, a slender person riding in a two wheel trap with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender damsel as far removed from from Captain James Cook plenteous personage as one might imagine.

"miss Fortesque,"I greeted her, as I heard the clatter of their comer over the cobble Harlan Fiske Stone."You found us then."

"Indeed though I own I thought at one level we shoud fall over the edge of the reality,"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 cart away for now and I shall send the lad to call in 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, luggage, inside, now, chop shot, chop."

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

I went to control the horses head."Yes, concise and to the point I am afraid,"I admittted.

The lad scuttled to and fro with a rich 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 habitation ?"I asked.

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

I showed her into the subject area,"Please strike a place. May I take your hat and pelage ?"I asked as the heat from the ember fire blaze in the fireplace 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 shoulders and hung it on the base together with her widely brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the small upright cane chair.

With her coat removed a clean though worm grey dress was revealed, together with modest cleavage. medium duration nut brownish hair, a slender neck opening. My member stirred.

I slid the room access apprehension, 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 cleavage spreading her dress and releasing her modest mounds.

"No, check !"she protested and she fell sideways as the chair toppled. I held her and tore the garb wide-eyed as she fell.

"Dear god no !"she wailed but my thumbs were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to reveal her virtually private place. delicate pink, yielding with just a light covering of nut John Brown down.

"My apologies,"I explained,"But conjunction is not readily achieved in such unfrequented places 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 knock. I managed to complain off my boot and drop my breech she tried fought to free herself and to pull up her skirts to encompass herself.

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

"Lie back you dopey dame,"I ordered and I forced her legs apart with my stifle as a harbinger to entering her.

Suddenly my member exploded in a cataclysm of agony, somehow she had contrived to thrust her genu right field into my rampant rod and even as I doubled in suffering she smashed her other stifle into my jaw off-white.

I must have passed out.

"Sir John ?"a upstage vocalism enquired."Sir John ?"

"My headspring,"I complained,"My jaw. My phallus, What happened ?"

Miss Foresque was beside me, my face was soaking wet, flower were strew across the signal flag stones, an empty vase discarded.

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

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

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

Her attire had fallen away from her chest showing her small but perfectly constitute 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 chief throbbing."It is lonely here, I have needs, manly needs, I need a woman of the street, but not a diseased woman of the street, a gentlewoman to school as my whore."

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

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

"And what do you extend,"she enquired,"Slavery or is it to be a modest pay until I fall for a child 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 impoverished gentlewoman such as myself does not get an offer from a Godhead 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 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 member. She had to conform her position a turn of clock time but finally she was poised above my rigid terminal. Slowly she sank down, the soft moist sass of her womb gently engulfed my extremity and with but a single stifled cry she slipped the finis few inches 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 testis were churning,"Time to remove I believe,"I announced.

"No, please, not yet, tis too soon,"she replied but all at once my germ 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 wearing apparel torn, my knickerbockers discarded.

"Now you may kiss me,"she admitted,"And future time ask leave to go up 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 dip. She walked to the window,"How far does your estate stretch ?"she asked.

"Why, to the brushwood atop the hill, and beyond the quoin of the valley position,"I explained.

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

"Do you expend every waking hour watching your forefather fornicate ?"I asked.

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

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

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

She wriggled her fundament delightfully,"Oh well if you can not oblige I shall seek an Ostler or gardener or some such to serve 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 magnetic pole against her slot and then oh so gently eased inside her."That is most conformable,"she agreed,"nigh accordant !"

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

I could no more barricade than fly to the moonshine. Her face reflected in the windowpane glass was a visual sensation of pleasure, beads of perspiration glistened on her forehead. I rested my head on her shouder between jab trying to prolong the pleasure but the forces of nature could not be restrained and soon my balls expelled a surging lunar time period of cream to blare into all her most mysterious parts and seek to fertilise her.

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

I waited a minute and withdrew,"I own it must be nigh 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 hold fast it,"she said,"You wan't to follow out lady friend 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 ?"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 fucking now'n again,"Cook said sullenly.

miss Fortesque came to the rescue, still with piece displayed she held up her dainty fist,"ma used to birth a servant girl pleasance her when Papa was away, her fist was much the same size as mine."

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

"James Cook get the Dinner, whether my angel sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous womb is not a matter of the greatest urgency,"I opined.

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

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

Cook sat on the wooden electric chair instead,"I ent having no,"she said as Miss Fortesque pushed James Cook knee joint panoptic and thrust her goody fist up under James Cook smock.

I could not see misfire Fortesque's fist glide into Cooks viscera, but James Cook 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 party,"I snapped and I left them to their conjunction while reflecting it would indeed be a fillip and I mused if Miss Fortesque could satisfy Cook with her clenched fist, then maybe she coud satisfy young Bessie as well and avoid her falling from an unwise marriage with an hostler, Gardener or some such.

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