I came home around seven of the clock that fateful evening following a brisk canter around my estate of the realm. The sun was setting over the far horizon like a glowing orb on that warm give eventide. 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 intellection turned to a lonely evening. She sensed my mood.

"spirit I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No criminal offense 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 let my dinner party then if you please,"I ventured.

"And you leave poor people Bessie alone and all."Cook continued,"poor little girl. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the close thing her want 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 nice chick and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent short of a Kenyan shilling, there's hatful of wenches would alternate at chance."

"Really ? Here ? XX knot from civlisation ?"I queried.

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

"dearest god she's fatter than you, and uglier,"I pointed out.

"I spose it be a hind handwriting compel-ment when you says it like that,"she agreed and she waddled off to dish up my dinner party. I sat down for a mo. I knew full well that come bedtime Cook would relent,"I spose I improve have a suck or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a spare head in morning."she usually opined, between regular disappearance to jibe on her baking.

Some meter 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 dame fell on hard times,"she suggested.

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

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

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

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

"Cook you have a nasty devious mind,"I agreed,"I shall write the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for single gentleman situate in a tranquility country landed estate, would suit a well educated gentlewoman of tender years. please go for ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following break of day with the Howard Carter for livery to the Flying Horse to beguile the post omnibus to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two sojourn to the place house in Harrogate to check for replies but then my luck changed. Not one but three responder. 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 interview at my menial abode was arranged.

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

"Miss 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 stage we shoud fall over the bound of the macrocosm,"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, get off the cart away for now and I shall send the lad to recall 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 shot, chop."

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

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

The lad scuttled to and fro with a copious quantity 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 missy Fortesque inside,"How do you like my humble residence ?"I asked.

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

I showed her into the discipline,"Please take a place. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the heat from the coal fire blazing in the hearth discover us.

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

"Have no fearfulness,"I said as I gently took the dark grey coat from her articulatio humeri and hung it on the stand together with her extensive brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the low upright cane chair.

With her coat removed a fairly though worm Lady Jane Grey attire was revealed, together with low cleavage. Medium distance nut dark-brown hair, a slender cervix. My member stirred.

I slid the room access stop, she looked alert,"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 chairperson and thrust my hands down her cleavage spreading her dress and releasing her modest mounds.

"No, stop !"she protested and she fell sideways as the chair toppled. I held her and bust the garb all-encompassing as she fell.

"Dear god no !"she wailed but my quarter round were in her half-slip and underthings pressing them down to reveal her most secret place. Soft pink, yielding with just a wanton coating of nut chocolate-brown down.

"My apologia,"I explained,"But continuative is not readily achieved in such lonely places as this, so I had to recur to subterfuge. Just lay back and think of the halo of old England."I counselled.

"Unhand me !"she cried and she fought me even as I undid my belt. I managed to plain off my iron boot and degenerate my rear of barrel she tried fought to free herself and to pull up her wench to track herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly stronger and large than her and her elbow grease were quite ineffective.

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

Suddenly my penis exploded in a tragedy of agony, somehow she had contrived to push up her knee right into my rampant pole and even as I doubled in torture she smashed her other knee into my jaw off-white.

I must have passed out.

"Sir bathroom ?"a remote phonation enquired."Sir lavatory ?"

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

Miss Foresque was beside me, my face was soaking wet, efflorescence were strewn across the signal flag gemstone, an empty vase discarded.

"You fell Sir John the Evangelist, I only meant to tug you away,"she admitted.

"Dear god my headway, my phallus, 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 mold knocker,"Oh ?"

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

"No, no I don't, nor a married woman nor have I had,"I admitted, as I sat up my fountainhead throbbing."It is lonely here, I have demand, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased whore, a gentlewoman to prepare 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, sort of,"I agreed.

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

"man and wife,"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 go from a Lord every day so I accept,"she agreed,"Shall we consort here or in your bed ?"

"I own I am get,"I explained.

"Oh very well, lie back and I shall please you as our fille de chambre 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 pass down towards my member. She had to adjust her position a identification number of times but finally she was poised above my stiff pole. Slowly she sank down, the soft moist lips of her uterus gently engulfed my phallus and with but a single stifled cry she slipped the live on few in 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 buss her, but she shook her drumhead,"Later."

My testis were churning,"clock 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 full lord I am transported, oooohhhh."she gurgled in her go. And then it was done.

We both in disorderliness, her garb torn, my breeches discarded.

"Now you may kiss me,"she admitted,"And future time ask leave to bestride me."

"I shall get on 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 descent. She walked to the window,"How far does your estate stretching ?"she asked.

"Why, to the brushwood atop the Hill, and beyond the quoin of the valley 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 elbows on the window cill you might pleasure me as father pleasures the scullery maid when she bends over the sink."

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

"Of course not,"she insisted,"My brothers 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 wide windowpane cill and her bottom pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you put on me ?"she asked.

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

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

"No, I will serve you, have no veneration,"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 pole against her slot and then oh so gently eased inside her."That is most agreeable,"she agreed,"Most agreeable !"

I grasped her boob 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 Sun Myung Moon. Her face reflected in the window chalk was a imaginativeness of delight, astragal of sweating glistened on her forehead. I rested my point on her shouder between thrusts trying to prolong the joy but the force of nature could not be restrained and soon my globe expelled a soar upwards tide of cream to smash into all her to the highest degree secret component and seek to fertilise her.

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

I waited a minute and withdrew,"I own it must be nigh on dinner meter,"I opined,"cook !"I shouted.

"I ent sucking your nob,"Captain James 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 contribution my bed not take over your kitchen,"I explained.

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

fille Fortesque came to the rescue, still with parting displayed she held up her dainty fist,"Mama used to throw a handmaiden girl pleasure her when Papa was away, her clenched fist was much the Sami size as mine."

"You ent sticking no clenched fist up my slit,"cook said defensively,"What ever next."

"Cook get the dinner, whether my angel sticks her clenched 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."James Cook insisted.

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

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

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

I stared in foiling,"Oh hang the both of you, I'll get my own Dinner,"I snapped and I left them to their concurrence while reflecting it would indeed be a incentive and I mused if missy Fortesque could satisfy Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud fulfill young Bessie as well and keep off her falling from an unwise union with an groom, gardener or some such.

I retrieved the joint leg of pork from the mountain range oven, found the vegetables and plated up a large serving for myself and a pocket-size one for Miss Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone cold by the sentence she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another story .