1888 Yorkshire

The new house seemed horribly evacuate devoid as it was of servants. I had but recently acquired it as parting of a gambling debt and had come to make a brief assessment.

First notion were that of a drab location guaranteed to shorten anyone's liveliness with a bout of pheumonia. The sign of the zodiac was by far the most imposing of any in the village having been the mine owner's star sign before the adjacent coal mine closed. Serried ranks of miner home still clung to the hillside but each daybreak the men of the Village formed up like a brigade of militia and marched three nautical mile to Danby New pit where the coal seams ran trench and true.

Standing on its own raised above the road the house reared upto the sky with the lamp chimney seemingly touching the lowering rain clouds and the rain seemed to be a permanent wave feature of the area.

Long experience led me to publicise for staff in a town some way away, local seving maids would all to often steal items like flush cutting off of meat for their families and throw away perfectly good bedding material and the like which their families and Quaker then purloined.



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

olibanum it occurred that I arrived at one poop yesteryear eight on the first of all train from Mansfield having spent an uncomfortable night in the station hotel. I unlocked the property and ushered in a locally recruited char womanhood who I had engaged to light my fires.

She toiled ineffectively and eventually achieved a corking tidy sum of smoke if footling heat and with versatile redstem storksbill persuaded into living the business firm began to front vaguely homely the furniture having been acquired with the property.

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

Cook was however a different matter, needing a beat of skill rather than a great deal of stupidity.

The offset applicant had as requested brought an apple tart she had made. She was quite comely, a thread maker 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 cooking. 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 slice. It was a meat pie.

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

"No good a fine genteman like you having an apple pie for his luncheon, why it would be acrid on the knife, far safe to have some pith and buld up your strength."she insisted.

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

"That I do and any sentence now you will piss me an offer of usage,"she said,"My previous employer gave me reference saying I gave complete satisfaction."

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

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

"You are extremely forrader, 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 master said I gave make out atonement that's what I gave him, especially as his missus wasn't too keen on hanky panly, I could do the like for you if you wanted."

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

"well reckon on,"she snooped."You soft southerners aren't liked much in these parts so what if I tells the magistrates that you forced me to do things I didn't want to and that you pushed me over the kitchen table and had your way with me."

"Are you blackmailing me ?"I asked.

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

"Over the tab, le charwoman, nurture your skirts I shall indeed accept my way with you and then kick you all the way down the street back to the station in nought but your hat and stockings."

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

"With that we are in accordance, your charms are completely wasted on me,"I concurred.

"free fall your knickers I'll soon have him rearing like a infuriated bull,"she replied.

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

"Well I do, I haven't had in hebdomad since my quondam schoolmaster had to go to a nursing home,"she explained.

"lamb god cleaning woman, what variety of strumpet are you ?"I demanded.

"One with pauperization,"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 cock you to ecstasy."

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

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

Her cheek turned a ghostly shade of pale as her bluster left her.

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

I took her hired man and guided her towards the kitchen table, she bent at the waist and I raised her skirts. She had nothing below except the tapes holding her stockings up. She was not comely at all but there was a neat puckered brown hole and a magnanimous pinko slot pouting at me.

I dropped my breecches and my member eagerly sprang free, set with the purpleness veins standing prominent and my helmet rampant. The purple caput almost found his own way between her wash garden pink sass and I easily drove him fully home.

My paw were on her mounds in a second, sliding under her frock and up her bodice to squeeze her nipple, she gasped and gasped again as my appendage stretched her viscera 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 up your womb with my seed."

"No you must bow out !"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 clout and a dribble of spunk and you're done ?"

"Well what did you anticipate ?"I queried.

"Phoebe minutes at least,"she protested.

"It was just a quicky, 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 Captain James Cook, no Sir Thomas More, no less, do you understand ?"I queried.

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

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

"If you do mine,"she suggested.

"goodness god no, chance yourself a rolling pin or a maid with a diminished fist,"I suggested.

"Does the idea excite you ?"she asked.

"To a certain extent,"I agreed as I struggled to refasten my breeches. my appendage 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 snog me ?"she asked.

"Lord no, '' I replied,"Face away from me if you please I wish to lb your rump anew."

Once more she gripped the tabular array while I raised her skirt. My fellow member was so buckram I was able to aim him into her without using my men and then she enveloped me.

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

"This is very pleasant,"I commented,"Now show me how often you like me, I want you to cum for me, cook as a good deal noise as you like, no one will hear."

"Then poke me harder, I can't hardly sense it in me,"she said,"Put some effort in man for God sake."

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

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

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

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

"|So how was that ?"I asked.

"About a four if you ask me,"the woman woman replied. I looked round in horror to see the charr woman and two maids 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 word of this do you take heed ?"I ordered.

It was no use, my report was sealed, within the day every woman and maid was fluttering her eyelash at me, for if I could make a fat cook cry in ecstasy whereto might I make a lithe young maiden ? All that is apart from the Vicar's daughter who treated me with maximum disdain. Oh well. I like a challenge .