1888 Yorkshire

The new house seemed horribly vacate devoid as it was of servant. I had but recently acquired it as part of a gambling debt and had come to earn a brief assessment.

low impressions were that of a dismal location guaranteed to shorten anyone's life with a bout of pheumonia. The house was by far the most imposing of any in the village having been the mine proprietor's house before the adjacent coal mine closed. Serried ranks of miners domicile still clung to the hillside but each daybreak the men of the small town formed up like a brigade of militia and marched three miles to Danby New pit where the coal crinkle ran deep and true.

Standing on its own raised above the road the business firm reared upto the sky with the chimneys seemingly touching the lowering rain clouds and the rain seemed to be a lasting feature of the area.

Long experience led me to promote for faculty in a town some way away, local seving maiden would all to often steal items like prime cuts of heart for their families and fuddle away perfectly good bedding and the like which their families and Quaker then purloined.



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

Thus it occurred that I arrived at one stern past eight on the start train from Kathleen Mansfield Beauchamp having spent an uncomfortable Nox in the station hotel. I unlocked the property and usher in a locally recruited char woman who I had engaged to fire up my fires.

She toiled ineffectively and eventually achieved a great deal of fume if picayune passion and with various pin clover persuaded into life the house began to look vaguely homely the furniture having been acquired with the property.

My consultation 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 example of their stupidity.

Cook was however a unlike subject, needing a measure of skill rather than a great mass of stupidity.

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

The next applicant was a widow woman, 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 image. I cut a slice. It was a meat pie.

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

"No good a ok genteman like you having an orchard apple tree pie for his tiffin, why it would be acid on the clapper, far better to own some meat 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 earn me an offer of employment,"she said,"My former employer gave me reference saying I gave double-dyed satisfaction."

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

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

"You are extremely forward, 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 key said I gave complete satisfaction that's what I gave him, especially as his missis wasn't too keen on hanky panly, I could do the same for you if you wanted."

"Enough, I do not wish to discuss this advance,"I insisted.

"wellspring call up on,"she snooped."You easy southerners aren't liked much in these parts 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 board and had your way with me."

"Are you blackmailing me ?"I asked.

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

"Over the tab, le woman, raise your doll I shall indeed feature my way with you and then kick you all the way down the street back to the place in zero but your hat and stockings."

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

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

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

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

"well I do, I haven't had in weeks since my onetime overlord had to go to a nursing home,"she explained.

"love god woman, what kind of trollop are you ?"I demanded.

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

I thought a mo"Well to be fair it is quite a piece since I enjoyed a gallop, over the table end and strip your buttocks and I shall sashay you to ecstasy."

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

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

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

"seminal fluid come,"I cajoled,"Bend over the table, I shall raise your skirts and you just remember of the glory of our English countryside."

I took her script and guided her towards the kitchen table, she bent at the waist and I raised her dame. She had nada below except the tapes holding her stockings up. She was not comely at all but there was a neat puckered brown hole and a enceinte garden pink slot pouting at me.

I dropped my breecches and my penis eagerly sprang dislodge, rigid with the purple veins standing prominent and my helmet rampant. The over-embellished headland almost found his own way between her moistened pink rim and I easily drove him fully home.

My deal were on her hammock in a moment, sliding under her dress and up her bodice to gouge her nipple, she gasped and gasped again as my phallus 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 your womb with my seed."

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

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

"Is that it ?"she demanded,"one-half a dozen pokes and a dribble of tinder and you're done ?"

"wellspring what did you carry ?"I queried.

"Five minutes at least,"she protested.

"It was just a quickie, I was not attempting to engender an successor,"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 virtue 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 penury ?"I clarified.

"If you do mine,"she suggested.

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

"Does the idea excite you ?"she asked.

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

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

"That would be most commodious,"I agreed.

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

"lord no, '' I replied,"look away from me if you please I wish to Pound your keister anew."

Once more she gripped the tabular array while I raised her doll. My extremity was so stiff I was able to aim him into her without using my hired man and then she enveloped me.

It was very pleasant, quite relaxing really, this woman to whom I would not generally give a second tone 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, fix as often noise as you like, no one will hear."

"Then poke me harder, I can't hardly feel it in me,"she said,"Put some try in man for divinity sake."

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

Bang bang bang the table crashed against the paries, it started a good railway yard away but my pound had slid it across the flagstone,"Oh screwing you to hell, for god's sake satiate me you bastard."she ordered.

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

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

"|So how was that ?"I asked.

"About a four if you ask me,"the woman char replied. I looked troll in horror to see the charwoman woman and two maids watching,"We thought as you was killing her."she explained.

"Do you need to do us now ?"a amah asked hopefully.

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

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