I came household around seven of the clock that foreboding evening following a lively canter around my estate. The sun was setting over the far horizon like a glowing orb on that warm outpouring evening. I handed the reins of my steed to my ostler and made my way indoors seeking my dinner.

James Cook was waddling around as was her her wont, her nodding bosoms swaying and plenteous behind wobbling. My view turned to a lonesome evening. She sensed my mood.

"spirit I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No offence but I be a James 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 hapless Bessie alone and all."Cook continued,"poor people young lady. She ‘ ent quite the slate and the last affair 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 check you wanting your nob sucked though do it ?"she came back."You find a squeamish wench and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent forgetful of a shilling, there's spate of wenches would derail at chance."

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

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

"dear god she's juicy than you, and uglier,"I pointed out.

"I spose it be a back hired man 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 minute. I knew full well that come bedtime Cook would yield,"I spose I better have a sucking or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a bare top dog in morning."she usually opined, between unconstipated disappearing to check on her baking.

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

"Disease, Cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some dame fell on intemperate meter,"she suggested.

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

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

"Right some victorian vestal 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 well bet will be to have you pee-pee her an offer see ?"

"Cook you have a foul devious brain,"I agreed,"I shall pen the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for ace gentleman's gentleman situate in a restrained nation landed estate, would befit a well educated dame of cutter years. please utilise ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following morning with the carter for delivery to the Flying Horse to catch the military post coach to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two visits to the Emily Post house in Harrogate to agree for replies but then my luck changed. Not one but three respondents. 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 audience at my base abode was arranged.

She arrived on Mon morning, 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 ample influential person as one might imagine.

"young lady Fortesque,"I greeted her, as I heard the clatter of their comer over the sett stones."You found us then."

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

"Ah Aimscott scar, not for the swoon hearted !"I agreed,"But come on in, send the cart away for now and I shall charge 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 gymnastic horse 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 undertaking was done and he swung up into the cart and cracked the reins and wheeled away.

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

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

I showed her into the study,"Please take a buns. May I take your hat and pelage ?"I asked as the heating system from the ember flaming blazing in the hearth 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 dark grey coat from her articulatio humeri and hung it on the stand together with her wide-eyed brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the pocket-sized vertical cane chair.

With her coat removed a strip though worm grey dress was revealed, together with modest segmentation. Medium length nut dark-brown pilus, a slender neck. My appendage stirred.

I slid the door catch, 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 chair and thrust my hand down her segmentation spreading her dress and releasing her mild mounds.

"No, stop !"she protested and she fell sideways as the chairwoman toppled. I held her and snap the apparel extensive as she fell.

"dearest god no !"she wailed but my thumb were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to let out her most common soldier place. Soft pink, yielding with just a light screening of nut Brown down.

"My excuse,"I explained,"But alignment is not readily achieved in such lonely office 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 kick off my bang and drop down my rear of tube she tried fought to free herself and to pull up her skirts to track herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly stronger and declamatory than her and her attempt were quite ineffective.

"Lie back you anserine wench,"I ordered and I forced her leg apart with my human knee as a herald to entering her.

Suddenly my penis exploded in a cataclysm of agony, somehow she had contrived to thrust her knee right into my rampant rod and even as I doubled in agony she smashed her other knee into my jaw ivory.

I must have passed out.

"Sir Gospel According to John ?"a upstage voice enquired."Sir St. John ?"

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

misfire Foresque was beside me, my face was soaking wet, flowers were strew across the flag Harlan Stone, an discharge vase discarded.

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

"dear god my head, my fellow member, where are my breech ?"I demanded.

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

Her wearing apparel had fallen away from her bureau showing her lowly but perfectly constitute breasts,"Oh ?"

"You tricked me into coming here, you have no tyke 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 needs, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased whore, a gentlewoman to groom as my whore."

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

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

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

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

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

"alibi me ?"I exclaimed.

"An wiped out gentlewoman such as myself does not get an pass 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 chambermaid 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 lapse down towards my member. She had to aline her positioning a number of times but finally she was poised above my unbending pole. Slowly she sank down, the easy moist lips of her uterus gently engulfed my phallus and with but a single stifled cry she slipped the last 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 kiss her, but she shook her read/write head,"Later."

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

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

"Now you may kiss me,"she admitted,"And next time 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 dress crepuscule. She walked to the window,"How far does your estate stretch ?"she asked.

"Why, to the copse atop the J. J. Hill, and beyond the quoin of the valley position,"I explained.

"It is important for a woman to understand what her son shall inherit,"she admitted,"I do conceive if I rest my articulatio cubiti on the window cill you might pleasure me as founder pleasures the scullery maidservant when she bends over the sink."

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

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

My judgment reeled, she looked round at me as she rested with her elbows on the wide of the mark windowpane cill and her can pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you mount me ?"she asked.

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

She wriggled her buttocks delightfully,"Oh well if you can not oblige I shall look for an stableman or nurseryman or some such to process me."

"No, I will dish you, have no fearfulness,"I asserted as I approached her, my penis rigid in my paw once again.

Her quim was still moist. I teased her with the tip of my Pole against her expansion slot and then oh so gently eased inside her."That is most accordant,"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 stopover than fly to the Sun Myung Moon. Her cheek reflected in the windowpane glass was a vision of pleasure, beading of hidrosis glistened on her forehead. I rested my head on her shouder between jabbing trying to sustain the delight but the effect of nature could not be restrained and soon my globe expelled a surging tide of cream to blast into all her almost cloak-and-dagger theatrical role and seek to fertilise her.

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

I waited a import and withdrew,"I own it must be near 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 stay put it,"she said,"You wan't to check out daughter 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 ?"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 roll in the hay now'n again,"cook said sullenly.

girl Fortesque came to the delivery, still with component part displayed she held up her dainty fist,"Mama used to have a servant girl pleasance her when Papa was away, her clenched fist was much the Lapp size as mine."

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

"Cook get the Dinner, whether my angel sticks her fist in your admittedly erectile uterus is not a issue of the great urgency,"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 Miss Fortesque pushed Cook stifle wide-cut and thrust her delicacy fist up under Cooks smock.

I could not see Miss Fortesque's fist swoop into James Cook innards, but 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,"I snapped and I left them to their colligation while reflecting it would indeed be a incentive and I mused if young lady Fortesque could satisfy Captain James Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud satisfy young Bessie as well and quash her falling from an unwise trade union with an Ostler, Gardener or some such.

I retrieved the roast leg of pork from the range oven, found the vegetables and plated up a large portion for myself and a smaller one for fille Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone dusty by the time she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another story .