I came abode around seven of the clock that black eve following a brisk canter around my estate. The sun was setting over the far horizon like a glowing orb on that warm leaping evening. I handed the reins of my steed to my hostler and made my way indoors seeking my dinner.

Cook was waddling around as was her her habit, her pendulous bosom swaying and copious buttocks wobbling. My thoughts turned to a lonely eve. She sensed my mood.

"flavor 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 poor Bessie alone and all."James Cook continued,"poor girl. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the last affair her pauperization 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 stoppage you wanting your nob sucked though do it ?"she came back."You find a decent doll and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent abruptly of a British shilling, there's lots of wenches would pass over at chance."

"Really ? Here ? Twenty sea 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 plump for paw compel-ment when you says it like that,"she agreed and she waddled off to dish up my dinner. I sat down for a mo. I knew full well that come bedtime James Cook would relent,"I spose I secure have a suck or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a bare head in morning."she usually opined, between regular disappearances to assure on her baking.

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

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

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

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

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

"Right some strait-laced virginal impoverished girl,"I sighed.

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

"Cook you have a smutty roundabout creative thinker,"I agreed,"I shall drop a line the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for single gentleman situate in a quiet country estate, would fit a well educated gentlewoman of tender geezerhood. delight go for ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following morning with the carter for deliverance to the Flying sawhorse to catch the postal service passenger vehicle to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two sojourn to the post business firm in Harrogate to ensure for answer but then my circumstances changed. Not one but three respondent. Fortunately each gave her age so with application of a modicum of system of logic the elder two were put aside and Miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my humble residence was arranged.

She arrived on Monday forenoon, a slender somebody riding in a two cycle trap with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender damsel as far removed from from Cooks ample personage as one might imagine.

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

"Indeed though I own I thought at one stage 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 deliquium hearted !"I agreed,"But come on in, send 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 serve you with them,"I said and ordered the Blacksmiths Lad,"Boy, baggage, inside, now, chop shot, chop."

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

I went to hold the horses head."Yes, concise and to the power 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 cart and cracked the reins and wheeled away.

I took Miss Fortesque inside,"How do you like my menial abode ?"I asked.

"The sight are stunning,"she agreed,"But I have seen picayune of the house."

I showed her into the study,"Please take a butt. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the high temperature from the coal fire blazing in the fireplace strike 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 night greyness coat from her shoulders and hung it on the stand together with her wide brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the small upright cane chair.

With her coat removed a clean though worm greyness dress was revealed, together with modest cleavage. Medium length nut brownish haircloth, a slender neck. My member stirred.

I slid the door 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 move. I stood behind her chairperson and thrust my hands down her segmentation spreading her garb and releasing her low mounds.

"No, stop !"she protested and she fell sideways as the chair toppled. I held her and charge the dress wide as she fell.

"honey god no !"she wailed but my thumbs were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to reveal her most private place. easy pink, yielding with just a light natural covering of nut brownish down.

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

"Unhand me !"she cried and she fought me even as I undid my bash. I managed to kick off my kick and drop my knickers she tried fought to free herself and to perpetrate up her wench to comprehend herself.

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

"Lie back you goosy skirt,"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 thrust her knee right into my rampant pole and even as I doubled in torment she smashed her other knee into my jaw ivory.

I must have passed out.

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

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

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

"You fell Sir Saint John the Apostle, I only meant to push you away,"she admitted.

"dearest god my headland, my penis, where are my rear of barrel ?"I demanded.

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

Her garb had fallen away from her chest showing her humble but perfectly take shape 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 head throbbing."It is lonely here, I have motivation, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased bawd, a gentlewoman to check as my whore."

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

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

"And what do you offer,"she enquired,"bondage or is it to be a meek salary until I fall for a child and then the workhouse ?"

"spousal relationship,"I suggested,"If we suit."

"Then we have an conformity,"she agreed,"Shall I lay for you now or wait until this evening ?"

"Excuse me ?"I exclaimed.

"An impoverished madam such as myself does not get an offer from a Lord 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 please you as our chambermaids were habit to do to father,"she explained.

I lay back and stared at the celing as she came forward, straddled me and began to lapse down towards my member. She had to adjust her billet a number of times but finally she was poised above my fixed pole. Slowly she sank down, the voiced moist lips of her womb gently engulfed my member and with but a individual stifled cry she slipped the last-place 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 magnetic pole most agreeable."

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

My clod were churning,"fourth dimension to back out I believe,"I announced.

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

We both in mental confusion, her garb torn, my breeches discarded.

"Now you may kiss me,"she admitted,"And next fourth dimension ask leave to mount 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 clothes fall. She walked to the window,"How far does your estate stretch ?"she asked.

"Why, to the copse atop the hill, and beyond the corner of the valley side,"I explained.

"It is important for a woman to understand what her son shall inherit,"she admitted,"I do believe if I rest my elbows on the windowpane cill you might pleasure me as Father-God 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 brother do it far more frequently, its so unfair that they may consort freely and I might not for fear of falling for a child."

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

"Why yes, but pray turn over me a instant to recover,"I replied.

She wriggled her derriere delightfully,"Oh well if you can not oblige I shall seek an Ostler or nurseryman or some such to assist me."

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

Her quim was still damp. I teased her with the tip of my pole against her slot and then oh so gently eased inside her."That is most conformable,"she agreed,"nigh consonant !"

I grasped her breasts 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 plosive than fly to the moon. Her human face reflected in the window glass was a vision of pleasure, beads of perspiration glistened on her forehead. I rested my head on her shouder between thrusts trying to prolong the delight but the force play of nature could not be restrained and soon my clod expelled a surging lunar time period of ointment to blast into all her to the highest degree cloak-and-dagger parts and seek to fecundate her.

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

I waited a moment and withdrew,"I own it must be almost on dinner party fourth dimension,"I opined,"Captain 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 gravel it,"she said,"You wan't to see out girl you'll be caught you mark my words."

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

"Its all rightfulness for you, what about me ?"cook asked,"Where am I going to get another job at my age ?"

"She will percentage my bed not exact over your kitchen,"I explained.

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

missy Fortesque came to the rescue, still with parts displayed she held up her delicacy fist,"mamma used to make a retainer girl pleasance her when Papa was away, her fist was much the same size as mine."

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

"Cook get the Dinner, whether my Angel Falls 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."James Cook insisted.

"Sit on the window 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 Cooks knee joint astray and throw her dainty fist up under Cook smock.

I could not see Miss Fortesque's fist slide into Cooks innards, but Cooks middle 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,"I snapped and I left them to their conjunctive while reflecting it would indeed be a incentive and I mused if Miss Fortesque could satisfy Cook with her clenched fist, then maybe she coud satisfy untested Bessie as well and fend off her falling from an unwise union with an Ostler, gardener or some such.

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