I came home around seven of the clock that fateful evening following a brisk canter around my estate. The sun was setting over the far horizon like a glowing orb on that strong spring even. 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 embrace swaying and copious buttocks wobbling. My view turned to a solitary evening. She sensed my mood.

"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 misfortunate Bessie alone and all."Cook continued,"Poor daughter. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the close matter her needs is your brat."

"Yes very well cook I will stomach 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 hitch you wanting your nob sucked though do it ?"she came back."You find a nice bird and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent shortly of a shilling, there's dozens of bird would jump at chance."

"Really ? Here ? Twenty Roman mile from civlisation ?"I queried.

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

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

"I spose it be a punt 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 instant. I knew full-of-the-moon 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 bleak head in morning."she usually opined, between even disappearing to retard on her baking.

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

"Disease, James Cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some gentlewoman fell on backbreaking times,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I advertise in the Harrogate meter, ‘ cocotte required, suit fallen gentlewoman,"I enquired.

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

"right hand some tight-laced virgin impoverished girl,"I sighed.

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

"cook you have a smutty devious mind,"I agreed,"I shall write the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for single gentleman situate in a quiet commonwealth landed estate, would become a well educated dame of tender years. Please apply ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following morning with the carter for bringing to the Flying Equus caballus to watch the Post coach to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two visits to the post house in Harrogate to check for replies but then my lot changed. Not one but three responder. Fortunately each gave her age so with practical application of a modicum of logic the senior two were put aside and miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an consultation at my humble abode was arranged.

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

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

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

"Ah Aimscott scar, not for the syncope hearted !"I agreed,"But come on in, ship the handcart away for now and I shall send the lad to hark back 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, baggage, inside, now, chop, chop."

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

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

The lad scuttled to and fro with a voluminous quantity of baggage and then finally the labor was done and he swung up into the go-cart and cracked the reins and wheeled away.

I took young lady Fortesque inside,"How do you like my humiliate abode ?"I asked.

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

I showed her into the bailiwick,"Please bring a tush. May I take your hat and pelage ?"I asked as the heat from the coal attack blazing in the fireside struck us.

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

"Have no awe,"I said as I gently took the dark greyness coat from her shoulder and hung it on the point of view together with her wide brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the small unsloped cane chair.

With her coat removed a clean though insect grey garb was revealed, together with modest segmentation. Medium length nut brown pilus, a slender cervix. My phallus stirred.

I slid the door grab, 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 motion. I stood behind her chair and thrust my helping hand down her cleavage spreading her garb and releasing her pocket-size mounds.

"No, stop !"she protested and she fell sideways as the hot seat toppled. I held her and tore the garb broad as she fell.

"Dear god no !"she wailed but my ovolo were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to let out her most private place. Soft pink, yielding with just a light covering of nut brown down.

"My apologies,"I explained,"But conjunction is not readily achieved in such lonely topographic point as this, so I had to repair 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 kick off my boots and drop my rear of tube she tried fought to free herself and to rive up her skirts to cover herself.

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

"Lie back you foolish bird,"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 suffering, somehow she had contrived to thrust her stifle rightfulness into my rearing pole and even as I doubled in agony she smashed her other knee into my jaw ivory.

I must give passed out.

"Sir whoremonger ?"a distant voice enquired."Sir John ?"

"My principal,"I complained,"My jaw. My extremity, What happened ?"

young lady Foresque was beside me, my face was soaking wet, flowers were strewn across the signal flag Edward Durell Stone, an vacuous vase discarded.

"You fell Sir whoremaster, I only meant to push you away,"she admitted.

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

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

Her clothes had fallen away from her chest showing her small but perfectly make breasts,"Oh ?"

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

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

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

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

"And what do you proffer,"she enquired,"Slavery 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 wait until this even ?"

"Excuse me ?"I exclaimed.

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

"I own I am nonplussed,"I explained.

"Oh very well, lie back and I shall delight you as our fille de chambre were habit to do to mother,"she explained.

I lay back and stared at the celing as she came forward, straddled me and began to pass down towards my fellow member. She had to set her position a issue of times but finally she was poised above my rigid pole. Slowly she sank down, the soft moist lips of her womb gently engulfed my fellow member and with but a unmarried stifled cry she slipped the last 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 perch most agreeable."

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

My lump were churning,"Time to pull in one's horns I believe,"I announced.

"No, delight, not yet, tis too soon,"she replied but all at once my seminal fluid erupted wthin her."Oh dear Divine I am transported, oooohhhh."she gurgled in her Adam. And then it was done.

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

"Now you may kiss me,"she admitted,"And next time ask leave to climb 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 drop. She walked to the window,"How far does your estate of the realm reaching ?"she asked.

"Why, to the brushwood atop the hill, and beyond the niche of the valley side of meat,"I explained.

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

"Do you pass every waking hour watching your male parent fornicate ?"I asked.

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

My judgement reeled, she looked round at me as she rested with her elbows on the wide-eyed window cill and her buttocks pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you wax me ?"she asked.

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

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

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

Her quim was still moist. I teased her with the tip of my celestial pole against her slot and then oh so gently eased 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, astragal of sudation glistened on her forehead. I rested my head on her shouder between thrusts trying to extend the joy but the forces of nature could not be restrained and soon my globe expelled a surging tide of cream to shoot into all her almost secret parts and seek to inseminate her.

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

I waited a moment and withdrew,"I own it must be nigh on dinner party clip,"I opined,"Captain James 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 mystify it,"she said,"You wan't to keep an eye on out young lady you'll be caught you mark my words."

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

"Its all right hand for you, what about me ?"James 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 piece of tail now'n again,"Cook said sullenly.

Miss Fortesque came to the saving, still with parts displayed she held up her overnice clenched fist,"mummy used to have got a servant female child pleasure her when dad was away, her clenched 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 holy person sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous womb is not a topic of the slap-up 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 missy Fortesque pushed Cooks knees wide and thrust her goody fist up under Cooks smock.

I could not see Miss Fortesque's fist slide into James Cook entrails, but Cooks eyes were wide-cut 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 young lady Fortesque could satisfy James Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud fulfil Edward Young Bessie as well and avert her falling from an unwise spousal relationship with an Ostler, Gardener or some such.

I retrieved the roast leg of pork from the grasp oven, found the veggie and plated up a heavy component part for myself and a smaller one for Miss Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone coldness by the time she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another story .