I came home around seven of the clock that black evening following a bracing lope around my land. The sun was setting over the far horizon like a glowing orb on that ardent saltation 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 pendulous knocker swaying and copious fundament wobbling. My mentation turned to a lone evening. She sensed my mood.

"Look I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No offensive activity 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 ingest my dinner party then if you please,"I ventured.

"And you leave poor Bessie alone and all."cook continued,"Poor young woman. She ‘ ent quite the just the ticket and the last thing her want is your brat."

"Yes very well cook I will stick out 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 skillful doll and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent scant of a shilling, there's pot of dame would jump off at chance."

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

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

"dearest god she's productive than you, and uglier,"I pointed out.

"I spose it be a back 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 present moment. I knew full well that come bedtime Captain Cook would relent,"I spose I safe have a suck or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a denude head in morning."she usually opined, between regular disappearances to stop on her baking.

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

"Disease, Cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some gentlewoman fell on hard meter,"she suggested.

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

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

"right hand some prissy pair of virginals impoverished girl,"I sighed.

"What's her going to do if you takes her eh ?"she asked,"Tell her mum ? I don't think so, her best bet will be to deliver you progress to her an offering see ?"

"Cook you have a filthy devious mind,"I agreed,"I shall drop a line the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for single man situate in a quiesce country estate of the realm, would befit a well educated dame of attendant years. Please utilize ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following morn with the carter for delivery to the Flying Horse to capture the position manager to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with answer, despite two sojourn to the postal service house in Harrogate to tick off for answer but then my destiny changed. Not one but three respondent. Fortunately each gave her age so with practical application of a modicum of logic the elder two were put aside and Miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my humble dwelling was arranged.

She arrived on Monday forenoon, a slender mortal riding in a two cycle hole with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender damosel as far removed from from Captain James Cook plenteous personage as one might imagine.

"missy 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 world,"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 place the lad to recall it when we are done."

"But my traveling bag,"she protested.

"I shall get the boy to facilitate 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 entertain the horses head."Yes, concise and to the compass point I am afraid,"I admittted.

The lad scuttled to and fro with a rich amount of baggage and then finally the labor 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 humble dwelling ?"I asked.

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

I showed her into the study,"Please take a butt. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the heat from the ember flak blazing in the fireplace 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 night grey coat from her shoulder and hung it on the rack together with her wide brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the small upright cane chair.

With her coat removed a clean though worm grey dress was revealed, together with lowly cleavage. mass medium length nut dark-brown hair, a slender neck. My penis stirred.

I slid the door apprehension, she looked horrify,"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 throw my hands down her cleavage spreading her dress and releasing her meek mounds.

"No, turn back !"she protested and she fell sideways as the chair toppled. I held her and tore the apparel wide as she fell.

"dearest god no !"she wailed but my quarter round were in her petticoat and underthings pressing them down to break her about buck private stead. diffuse pink, yielding with just a light masking of nut brown down.

"My excuse,"I explained,"But conjugation is not readily achieved in such lonely billet 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 belt. I managed to kick back off my flush and set down my breeches she tried fought to exempt herself and to pull up her skirts to get over herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly secure and larger than her and her endeavour were quite ineffective.

"Lie back you jerky wench,"I ordered and I forced her pegleg apart with my knee as a harbinger to entering her.

Suddenly my appendage exploded in a tragedy of agony, somehow she had contrived to push up her knee rightfield into my rearing rod and even as I doubled in torture she smashed her former stifle into my jaw bone.

I must have passed out.

"Sir John ?"a distant part enquired."Sir privy ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Her dress had fallen away from her dresser showing her small but perfectly formed breasts,"Oh ?"

"You tricked me into coming here, you have no child 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 train as my whore."

"So you saw me as a tart did you, to use and cast 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 salary until I fall for a nestling and then the workhouse ?"

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

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

"alibi me ?"I exclaimed.

"An impoverished gentlewoman such as myself does not get an offer from a Jehovah 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 penis. She had to correct her position a number of time but finally she was poised above my set Pole. Slowly she sank down, the soft moist lips of her womb gently engulfed my member and with but a 1 stifled cry she slipped the last few inch 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 celestial pole most agreeable."

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

My bollock 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 unspoilt Lord I am transported, oooohhhh."she gurgled in her Adam. And then it was done.

We both in disarray, her dress torn, my knee breeches discarded.

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

"I shall climb up 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 apparel fall. She walked to the windowpane,"How far does your estate stretch ?"she asked.

"Why, to the copse atop the Hill, and beyond the recession of the vale side,"I explained.

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

"Do you spend every waking hr watching your Father-God fornicate ?"I asked.

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

My mind reeled, she looked round at me as she rested with her elbows on the panoptic window cill and her tail end pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you climb me ?"she asked.

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

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

"No, I will assist 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 Pole against her slot and then oh so gently still inside her."That is most accordant,"she agreed,"most accordant !"

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 break than fly to the moon. Her grimace reflected in the window looking glass was a visual sensation of joy, pearl of perspiration glistened on her frontal bone. I rested my fountainhead on her shouder between thrusting trying to prolong the pleasure but the forces of nature could not be restrained and soon my balls expelled a surging tide of cream to blast into all her nigh secret role and seek to inseminate her.

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

I waited a instant and withdrew,"I own it must be nearly on dinner party 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 keep an eye on out girl you'll be caught you mark my words."

"Captain James Cook girl Fortesque has consented to be my wife,"I said proudly.

"Its all right wing 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 fuck now'n again,"Cook said sullenly.

Miss Fortesque came to the rescue, still with parts displayed she held up her twee fist,"Mama used to have a servant lady friend pleasure her when pappa was away, her fist was much the Sami 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 greatest urging,"I opined.

"Not to you mebbe, but I sin you two a fuckin and I'm all hot and bothered now."Captain James 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 knee wide and throw her dainty fist up under Cooks smock.

I could not see Miss Fortesque's fist slide into Captain Cook innards, but Cooks eyes were all-embracing 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 continuative while reflecting it would indeed be a bonus and I mused if Miss Fortesque could fulfill Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud satisfy young Bessie as well and avoid her falling from an unwise union with an Ostler, gardener or some such.

I retrieved the joint leg of pork from the ambit oven, found the vegetables and plated up a orotund portion for myself and a little one for young woman Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone cold-blooded by the metre she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another story .