I came home around seven of the clock that fateful even following a brisk canter around my acres. The sun was setting over the far view like a glowing orb on that warm bound 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 wont, her drooping titty swaying and copious keister wobbling. My opinion turned to a solitary evening. She sensed my mood.

"Look I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No offence but I be a Captain 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 experience my dinner then if you please,"I ventured.

"And you leave poor Bessie alone and all."cook continued,"poor daughter. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the final thing her penury is your brat."

"Yes very well cook I will behave 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 wench and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent short of a Kenyan shilling, there's slews of bird would jump at chance."

"Really ? Here ? twenty dollar bill miles from civlisation ?"I queried.

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

"lamb god she's fatty than you, and uglier,"I pointed out.

"I spose it be a binding mitt 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 better have a suck or you won't get no quietus and be like a sore with a stripped head in morning."she usually opined, between even disappearances to check on her baking.

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

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

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some madam fell on heavy time,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I advertise in the Harrogate fourth dimension, ‘ Whore required, cause fallen ma'am,"I enquired.

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

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

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

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

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for ace valet de chambre situate in a quiet country acres, would beseem a well educated gentlewoman of tender year. please put on ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following morning with the Carter for delivery to the Flying horse to fascinate the Post double-decker to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two visits to the mail sign of the zodiac in Harrogate to check for replies but then my luck 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 misfire Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an consultation at my humble residence was arranged.

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

"young lady Fortesque,"I greeted her, as I heard the clatter of their arriver over the cobble I. F. Stone."You found us then."

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

"Ah Aimscott mark, not for the syncope hearted !"I agreed,"But come on in, mail the cart away for now and I shall send the lad to hark back it when we are done."

"But my dish,"she protested.

"I shall get the boy to help oneself 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 throw the knight head."Yes, concise and to the gunpoint I am afraid,"I admittted.

The lad scuttled to and fro with a plentiful quantity of luggage 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 mortify home ?"I asked.

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

I showed her into the field of study,"Please involve a seat. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the heat from the coal fire blazing in the hearth attain 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 night Second Earl Grey coat from her shoulder and hung it on the stand together with her wide-eyed brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the low upright cane chair.

With her coat removed a clean though worm Zane Grey dress was revealed, together with modest segmentation. Medium length nut brown haircloth, a slender neck. My phallus stirred.

I slid the door snap, she looked dismay,"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 segmentation spreading her garb and releasing her modest mounds.

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

"Dear god no !"she wailed but my thumbs were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to divulge her almost private place. Soft pink, yielding with just a idle covering of nut brown down.

"My apologies,"I explained,"But conjunction is not readily achieved in such lonely 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 belt. I managed to quetch off my boot and drop my rear of tube she tried fought to free herself and to take out up her skirt to cover herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly stronger and enceinte than her and her sweat were quite ineffective.

"Lie back you foolish skirt,"I ordered and I forced her legs apart with my genu as a forerunner to entering her.

Suddenly my extremity exploded in a cataclysm of agony, somehow she had contrived to thrust her knee rightfield into my rampant pole and even as I doubled in torment she smashed her other knee joint into my jaw bone.

I must have passed out.

"Sir John ?"a removed phonation enquired."Sir John Lackland ?"

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

misfire Foresque was beside me, my grimace was soaking wet, flowers were strewn across the iris gem, an evacuate vase discarded.

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

"dearest god my straits, my member, where are my knee breeches ?"I demanded.

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

Her dress had fallen away from her chest showing her minor but perfectly work boob,"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 demand, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased whore, a ma'am to coach as my whore."

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

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

"And what do you put up,"she enquired,"slavery or is it to be a modest salary until I fall for a tike and then the workhouse ?"

"Marriage,"I suggested,"If we suit."

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

"self-justification me ?"I exclaimed.

"An indigent dame 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 delight you as our chambermaids were wont to do to sire,"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 line up her position a identification number of times but finally she was poised above my rigid terminal. Slowly she sank down, the cushy moist lips of her womb gently engulfed my extremity and with but a single stifled cry she slipped the finale few inches until entirely sheathed and then started rocking back and forth.

"Do I delight you ?"she asked.

"Please me ?"I agreed,"I am in heaven."

"commodity,"she agreed,"For I find your pole most agreeable."

I went to sit up to snog her, but she shook her foreland,"Later."

My balls were churning,"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 skillful Divine I am transported, oooohhhh."she gurgled in her ecstasy. And then it was done.

We both in disarray, her dress torn, my rear of tube discarded.

"Now you may buss me,"she admitted,"And next time ask leave to mount up me."

"I shall wax 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 stint ?"she asked.

"Why, to the copse atop the pitcher's mound, and beyond the niche of the valley side,"I explained.

"It is crucial for a woman to interpret what her son shall inherit,"she admitted,"I do believe if I rest my elbows on the windowpane cill you might pleasure me as Padre pleasures the scullery maid when she bends over the sink."

"Do you pass every waking hr watching your don fornicate ?"I asked.

"Of path not,"she insisted,"My crony do it far more frequently, its so unjust that they may run freely and I might not for reverence of falling for a child."

My mind reeled, she looked round at me as she rested with her elbows on the all-encompassing windowpane cill and her buttocks pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you mount me ?"she asked.

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

She wriggled her ass delightfully,"Oh well if you can not compel I shall look for an ostler or gardener or some such to dish out me."

"No, I will serve you, have no awe,"I asserted as I approached her, my member rigid in my hired man 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 consonant,"she agreed,"Most agreeable !"

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 catch than fly to the moon. Her look reflected in the window glass was a vision of pleasure, pearl of perspiration glistened on her forehead. I rested my head on her shouder between thrusts trying to protract the pleasure but the power of nature could not be restrained and soon my balls expelled a tide tide of pick to blast into all her near secret parts and seek to fertilise her.

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

I waited a present moment and withdrew,"I own it must be nearly 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 stick it,"she said,"You wan't to follow out female child you'll be caught you mark my words."

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

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

"She will share my bed not need over your kitchen,"I explained.

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

Miss Fortesque came to the deliverance, still with parts displayed she held up her dainty fist,"Mama used to have a servant female child pleasure her when papa was away, her clenched fist was much the same sizing as mine."

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

"Cook get the Dinner, whether my backer sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous uterus is not a matter of the greatest importunity,"I opined.

"Not to you mebbe, but I sin you two a fuckin and I'm all hot and bother now."cook insisted.

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

Cook sat on the wooden hot seat instead,"I ent having no,"she said as girl Fortesque pushed Cook knees widely and thrust her dainty fist up under Cooks smock.

I could not see Miss Fortesque's fist slide into cook innards, but James Cook eyes were wide as saucers and she gasped at the invasion,"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 junction while reflecting it would indeed be a bonus and I mused if Miss Fortesque could live up to Captain James Cook with her clenched fist, then maybe she coud satisfy unseasoned Bessie as well and avoid her falling from an unwise union with an Ostler, Gardener or some such.

I retrieved the roast leg of pork from the chain of mountains oven, found the vegetable and plated up a large part for myself and a belittled one for missy Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone low temperature by the time she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another story .