1888 Yorkshire

The new business firm seemed horribly empty devoid as it was of servants. I had but recently acquired it as role of a gambling debt and had come to make a brief assessment.

beginning impressions were that of a dismal positioning guaranteed to shorten anyone's life with a tear of pheumonia. The star sign was by far the most imposing of any in the village having been the mine proprietor's business firm before the neighboring coal mine closed. Serried ranks of mineworker abodes still clung to the hillside but each daybreak the men of the village formed up like a brigade of militia and marched three mile to Danby New pit where the coal furrow ran deep and true.

Standing on its own raised above the road the planetary house reared upto the sky with the chimney seemingly touching the lowering pelting clouds and the rainwater seemed to be a lasting feature article of the area.

Long experience led me to advertise for stave in a Town some way away, local seving maids would all to often steal items like heyday slash of meat for their families and throw away perfectly well bedding and the the like which their families and acquaintance then purloined.



Obtaining stave from nearby but not too near obviated this problem.

Thus it occurred that I arrived at one quartern past times eight on the first train from Mansfield having spent an uncomfortable Night in the station hotel. I unlocked the property and ushered in a locally recruited cleaning woman cleaning lady who I had engaged to light my fires.

She toiled ineffectively and eventually achieved a great deal of skunk if little heat and with various Erodium cicutarium persuaded into life the house began to count vaguely homely the article of furniture having been acquired with the property.

My interviews started at eleven of the clock, two housemaids, remarkably stupid giggling maiden, I rapidly engaged when they proved incapable of working out how many hours there are in a week as one illustration of their stupidity.

Cook was however a different matter, needing a measure of skill rather than a great hand of stupidity.

The first applicant had as requested brought an Malus pumila cocotte she had made. She was quite comely, a spinster probably, well spoken but the pie, well one bite was enough and she was back on the doorstep almost before she had sat down.

The next applicant was a widow, quite rotund as if she enjoyed her own preparation. I chatted to her for a while before sampling the pie which she had brought and had insisted on heating on the range. I cut a slicing. It was a meat pie.

"What is the meaning of this ?"I demanded.

"No good a fine genteman like you having an orchard apple tree pie for his lunch, why it would be bitter on the tongue, far in effect to feature some center and buld up your strength."she insisted.

"So you know my mind better than I do you ?"I retorted.

"That I do and any time now you will nominate me an offer of employment,"she said,"My previous employer gave me point of reference saying I gave complete satisfaction."

"Yes so I see,"I agreed as I read exactly that on the alphabetic character of reference she had provided.

"So do I have the position ?"she asked.

"You are extremely forth, I feel there might be some friction so therefore I am afraid not."I admitted.

"Now don't be too hasty,"she said quietly, `` When my passe-partout said I gave consummate expiation that's what I gave him, especially as his missus wasn't too lament on hankey panly, I could do the Saame for you if you wanted."

"sufficiency, I do not wish well to discuss this further,"I insisted.

"Well recall on,"she snooped."You soft southerners aren't liked much in these region so what if I tells the magistrates that you forced me to do affair I didn't want to and that you pushed me over the kitchen tabular array and had your way with me."

"Are you blackmailing me ?"I asked.

"Yes,"she said,"So what do you say."

"Over the tab, le adult female, upgrade your skirts I shall indeed own my way with you and then kick you all the way down the street back to the post in nought but your hat and stockings."

"You would not dare, I bet you can't even get your end up without I gave it a little suck,"she insisted.

"With that we are in accord, your spell are completely wasted on me,"I concurred.

"Drop your breeches I'll soon have him rearing like a enraged horseshit,"she replied.

"I have no desire to do any such thing,"I insisted.

"well I do, I haven't had in hebdomad since my previous master had to go to a nursing home,"she explained.

"dear god woman, what kind of strumpet are you ?"I demanded.

"One with motivation,"she admitted,"So what is it to be ?"

I thought a moment"Well to be honest it is quite a while since I enjoyed a gallop, over the table end and bare your rump and I shall prance you to ecstasy."

"And do I have the job ?"she enquired.

"That very very much depends on how you perform,"I added,"Shall we ?"

Her face turned a spiritual tad of picket as her bluster left her.

"Come come,"I cajoled,"Bend over the table, I shall raise your skirts and you just think of the glory of our English people countryside."

I took her hand and guided her towards the kitchen mesa, she bent at the waist and I raised her skirts. She had zippo below except the tapes holding her stockings up. She was not comely at all but there was a neat puckered brown hole and a great garden pink one-armed bandit pouting at me.

I dropped my breecches and my member eagerly sprang free, rigid with the purple veins standing prominent and my helmet rampant. The empurple forefront almost found his own way between her moisten pink backtalk and I easily drove him fully home.

My hands were on her mounds in a moment, sliding under her dress and up her bodice to squeeze her teats, she gasped and gasped again as my member stretched her entrails to the utmost.

"Do you like that ?"I asked,"Is that what you wanted ?"

"Do I have the job ?"she asked.

"Make me cum,"I husked,"I want to fill your uterus with my seed."

"No you must withdraw !"she said but already I was pumping my seed deep within her.

"There you're done,"I chortled,"The job is yours if you wish it."

"Is that it ?"she demanded,"Half a XII pokes and a dribble of touchwood and you're done ?"

"wellspring what did you bear ?"I queried.

"Little Phoebe minutes at least,"she protested.

"It was just a quickie, I was not attempting to breed an heir,"I replied,"My god why are we even talking about this, it was your idea !"

"I'll take the job but I'm not wearing your chastity belt."she informed me.

"Nor shall I wear yours, you shall be my cook, no more, no lupus erythematosus, do you understand ?"I queried.

"Yes I shall cook for you,"she agreed.

"And lay for me when I have indigence ?"I clarified.

"If you do mine,"she suggested.

"Good god no, find yourself a rolling pin or a maid with a small clenched fist,"I suggested.

"Does the estimate excite you ?"she asked.

"To a certain extent,"I agreed as I struggled to refasten my knee pants. my penis swelling at the idea caused this to be somewhat difficult.

"You can stick it back in me if you want,"she offered.

"That would be most convenient,"I agreed.

"Do you want to osculate me ?"she asked.

"noble no, '' I replied,"face away from me if you please I wish to quid your hind end anew."

Once more she gripped the table while I raised her skirt. My phallus was so squiffy I was capable to aim him into her without using my hands and then she enveloped me.

It was very pleasant, quite relaxing really, this charwoman to whom I would not generally give a second feel was affording me a very great service.

"This is very pleasant,"I commented,"Now show me how much you like me, I want you to cum for me, seduce as much noise as you like, no one will hear."

"Then poke me knockout, I can't hardly feel it in me,"she said,"Put some effort in man for gods sake."

Riled I thrust with all my might, she erupted with gasp,"Oh me back,"she said"You're busting me in arrrggghhh,"

Bang bang bang the table crashed against the wall, it started a good yard away but my pounding had slid it across the flagstones,"Oh fuck you to hell, for god's sake sate me you bastard."she ordered.

I held off making her suffer but then relented and eased my modesty of seed into her with the delicacy of a bee supping nectar from a Daffodil.

"Oh my Creator,"she gasped as I finished.

"|So how was that ?"I asked.

"About a four if you ask me,"the char char replied. I looked round in horror to see the char fair sex and two maid watching,"We thought as you was killing her."she explained.

"Do you want to do us now ?"a maid asked hopefully.

"No, no be gone and not one parole of this do you listen ?"I ordered.

It was no use, my reputation was sealed, within the day every woman and maidservant was fluttering her eyelashes at me, for if I could make a fat James Cook cry in ecstasy whereto might I wee-wee a lithe young maiden ? All that is apart from the Vicar's daughter who treated me with furthermost condescension. Oh well. I like a challenge .