I came home around seven of the clock that foreboding eve following a brisk canter around my estate. The sun was setting over the far purview like a glowing orb on that warmly spring evening. I handed the reins of my steed to my stableman and made my way indoors seeking my dinner.

Cook was waddling around as was her her habit, her weeping titty swaying and voluminous posterior wobbling. My thoughts turned to a lonely eventide. She sensed my mood.

"face 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 get my dinner then if you please,"I ventured.

"And you leave short Bessie alone and all."cook continued,"poor girlfriend. She ‘ ent quite the tag and the shoemaker's last thing her indigence 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 consonant you wanting your nob sucked though do it ?"she came back."You find a courteous chick and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent forgetful of a Somalian shilling, there's heaps of chick would derail at chance."

"Really ? Here ? XX Admiralty 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 cover manus compel-ment when you says it like that,"she agreed and she waddled off to dish up my dinner. I sat down for a moment. I knew full well that come bedtime Cook would soften,"I spose I in effect have a sucking or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a bare brain in morning."she usually opined, between habitue disappearances to check on her baking.

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

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

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some lady fell on voiceless times,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I advertise in the Harrogate times, ‘ sporting lady required, causa fallen madam,"I enquired.

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

"Right some victorian virginal impoverished missy,"I sighed.

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

"Cook you have a tight circuitous mind,"I agreed,"I shall write the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for single gentleman situate in a calm down body politic estate, would suit a well educated ma'am of supply ship years. delight apply ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following break of the day with the James Earl Carter for delivery to the Flying Horse to overhear the post coach-and-four to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two visits to the military post home in Harrogate to check for response but then my destiny changed. Not one but three respondents. Fortunately each gave her age so with coating of a modicum of logic the elder two were put aside and Miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my low residence was arranged.

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

"misfire 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 edge of the cosmos,"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, 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 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 have 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 labor was done and he swung up into the handcart and cracked the reins and wheeled away.

I took Miss Fortesque inside,"How do you like my humble residence ?"I asked.

"The eyeshot are stunning,"she agreed,"But I have seen petty of the house."

I showed her into the study,"Please select a seat. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the heat energy from the coal attack blazing in the fireside run into 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 wickedness grey coat from her shoulders and hung it on the stand together with her wide brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the pocket-size upright cane chair.

With her coat removed a sporty though insect grey dress was revealed, together with modest cleavage. mass medium length nut brown tomentum, a slender neck opening. My member stirred.

I slid the room access pinch, 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 relocation. I stood behind her chairperson and thrust my work force down her cleavage spreading her dress and releasing her modest mounds.

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

"beloved god no !"she wailed but my thumbs were in her half-slip and underthings pressing them down to reveal her most private place. piano pinko, yielding with just a light covering of nut Brown University down.

"My excuse,"I explained,"But conjunctive 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 rap. I managed to plain off my iron boot and drop my rear of tube she tried fought to unfreeze herself and to pull up her skirts to cover herself.

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

"Lie back you foolish wench,"I ordered and I forced her legs apart with my articulatio genus as a harbinger to entering her.

Suddenly my fellow member exploded in a cataclysm of agony, somehow she had contrived to shove her genu right into my rampant magnetic pole and even as I doubled in agony she smashed her former knee into my jaw off-white.

I must make passed out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her wearing apparel had fallen away from her chest showing her minuscule but perfectly formed tit,"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 lady of pleasure, but not a diseased whore, a gentlewoman to train as my whore."

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

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

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

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

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

"alibi me ?"I exclaimed.

"An destitute 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 fille de chambre 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 subside down towards my member. She had to adjust her position a number of sentence but finally she was poised above my rigid pole. Slowly she sank down, the cushy moist sass of her womb gently engulfed my member and with but a bingle 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 pole most agreeable."

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

My clump were churning,"Time to withdraw I believe,"I announced.

"No, delight, 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 mental confusion, her garb torn, my knee breeches discarded.

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

"I shall ride 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 land stretchiness ?"she asked.

"Why, to the copse atop the Benny Hill, and beyond the box of the valley English,"I explained.

"It is authoritative for a woman to understand what her son shall inherit,"she admitted,"I do trust 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 pass 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 concern of falling for a child."

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

"Why yes, but pray pay me a bit to convalesce,"I replied.

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

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

I grasped her breasts and pulled her firmly towards me pressing my phallus even further inside her,"Oh my lord, oh that is heavenly,"she gasped,"Don't stop."

I could no more finish than fly to the lunar month. Her face reflected in the windowpane methamphetamine was a visual sense of delight, bead of perspiration glistened on her forehead. I rested my head on her shouder between thrusts trying to prolong the pleasance but the forces of nature could not be restrained and soon my balls expelled a soar up tide of emollient to boom into all her most secret voice and seek to fertilise her.

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

I waited a moment and withdrew,"I own it must be virtually on dinner sentence,"I opined,"Cook !"I shouted.

"I ent sucking your nob,"James Cook insisted when she waddled in and she exclaimed,"Oh, oh I see you found somewhere else to stand by it,"she said,"You wan't to watch out girl you'll be caught you mark my words."

"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 part my bed not take over your kitchen,"I explained.

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

Miss Fortesque came to the rescue, still with parts displayed she held up her overnice clenched fist,"mommy used to have got a handmaid girl pleasure her when Papa was away, her 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, whether my angel sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous womb is not a matter of the with child urgency,"I opined.

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

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

Cook sat on the wooden chairperson instead,"I ent having no,"she said as young woman Fortesque pushed James Cook knee joint wide and stuff her dainty fist up under Cooks smock.

I could not see fille Fortesque's fist slide into cook innards, but Cooks eyes were all-encompassing 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 incentive and I mused if young woman Fortesque could gratify Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud gratify Edward Young 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 range oven, found the vegetable and plated up a turgid dower for myself and a smaller one for Miss Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone common cold by the clip she finished pleasuring Captain James Cook but that as they say is another story .