I came home around seven of the clock that calamitous even following a brisk canter around my landed estate. The sun was setting over the far celestial horizon like a glowing orb on that warm spring 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 habit, her pendulous knocker swaying and copious buns wobbling. My thoughts turned to a unfrequented evening. She sensed my mood.

"tone 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 have my dinner then if you please,"I ventured.

"And you leave poor Bessie alone and all."cook continued,"Poor girl. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the terminal thing her needs is your brat."

"Yes very well cook I will expect 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 nice dame and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent myopic of a Ugandan shilling, there's lots of skirt would stand out at chance."

"Really ? Here ? Twenty miles from civlisation ?"I queried.

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

"Dear god she's fertile than you, and uglier,"I pointed out.

"I spose it be a rearwards 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 bit. I knew full well that come bedtime Cook would relent,"I spose I better have a suction or you won't get no quietus and be like a sore with a bare head in morning."she usually opined, between unconstipated disappearances to check on her baking.

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

"Disease, Cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some madam fell on unvoiced times,"she suggested.

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

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

"right some victorian virginal impoverished fille,"I sighed.

"What's her going to do if you takes her eh ?"she asked,"Tell her mamma ? I don't think so, her best bet will be to have you make her an go see ?"

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

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for unmarried gentleman situate in a quiet country landed estate, would suit a well educated lady of bid years. please practice ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following good morning with the James Earl Carter Jr. for delivery to the Flying cavalry to capture the post coach to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with response, despite two visits to the military post house in Harrogate to arrest for response but then my lot changed. Not one but three respondents. Fortunately each gave her age so with lotion of a modicum of logic the elder two were put aside and miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my lowly abode was arranged.

She arrived on Monday forenoon, a slender person riding in a two wheel gob with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender damosel as far removed from from James Cook ample personage as one might imagine.

"miss Fortesque,"I greeted her, as I heard the clatter of their arriver over the sett stones."You found us then."

"Indeed though I own I thought at one stage we shoud fall over the boundary of the world,"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 udder,"she protested.

"I shall get the boy to help oneself 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 hold the buck head."Yes, concise and to the point I am afraid,"I admittted.

The lad scuttled to and fro with a copious amount of baggage and then finally the task 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 abode ?"I asked.

"The perspective are stunning,"she agreed,"But I have seen little of the house."

I showed her into the bailiwick,"Please take a hind end. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the passion from the coal fire blazing in the fireplace collide with 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 darkness grey coat from her shoulders and hung it on the stand together with her wide brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the minuscule upright piano cane chair.

With her coat removed a clean though worm grayness frock was revealed, together with humble segmentation. Medium length nut brown hair, a slender neck. My penis stirred.

I slid the door catch, 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 movement. I stood behind her chair and pierce my workforce down her segmentation spreading her wearing apparel and releasing her modest mounds.

"No, block up !"she protested and she fell sideways as the president toppled. I held her and pull the dress wide as she fell.

"beloved god no !"she wailed but my thumbs were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to uncover her nearly secret place. Soft pinko, yielding with just a light natural covering of nut browned down.

"My apologies,"I explained,"But conjunction is not readily achieved in such solitary 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 bang. I managed to kick off my charge and throw my breeches she tried fought to free herself and to pull up her skirt to comprehend herself.

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

"Lie back you goosey wench,"I ordered and I forced her legs apart with my knee joint as a forerunner to entering her.

Suddenly my member exploded in a cataclysm of agony, somehow she had contrived to thrust her knee joint right hand into my rampant pole and even as I doubled in agony she smashed her other human knee into my jaw bone.

I must have passed out.

"Sir lav ?"a distant voice enquired."Sir lavatory ?"

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

Miss Foresque was beside me, my brass was soaking wet, flowers were straw across the flag stones, an empty vase discarded.

"You fell Sir whoremaster, I only meant to advertize you away,"she admitted.

"Dear god my headspring, my phallus, where are my breeches ?"I demanded.

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

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

"You tricked me into coming here, you have no small fry 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 pauperism, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased whore, a gentlewoman to train as my whore."

"So you saw me as a whore did you, to use and throw off aside like an old stocking ?"she queried.

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

"And what do you offer,"she enquired,"thraldom or is it to be a modest earnings until I fall for a tyke and then the workhouse ?"

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

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

"apology me ?"I exclaimed.

"An impoverished ma'am such as myself does not get an go from a Lord every day so I accept,"she agreed,"Shall we consort here or in your bed ?"

"I own I am beat,"I explained.

"Oh very well, lie back and I shall please you as our fille de chambre 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 slide down down towards my member. She had to aline her position a number of times but finally she was poised above my rigid perch. Slowly she sank down, the voiced moist lips of her womb gently engulfed my member and with but a unmarried 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."

"trade good,"she agreed,"For I find your Pole most agreeable."

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

My balls 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 disarray, her dress torn, my knickerbockers discarded.

"Now you may kiss me,"she admitted,"And next prison term ask leave to bestride 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 decline. She walked to the windowpane,"How far does your estate stretch ?"she asked.

"Why, to the brushwood atop the Hill, and beyond the box of the valley face,"I explained.

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

"Do you spend every waking 60 minutes watching your father fornicate ?"I asked.

"Of course not,"she insisted,"My chum 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 extensive window cill and her arse pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you jump on me ?"she asked.

"Why yes, but pray give me a second to convalesce,"I replied.

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

"No, I will serve you, have no fear,"I asserted as I approached her, my member rigid in my deal once again.

Her quim was still dampish. I teased her with the tip of my pole against her slot and then oh so gently facilitate inside her."That is most agreeable,"she agreed,"most agreeable !"

I grasped her knocker 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 stop than fly to the moon. Her face reflected in the window chicken feed was a vision of pleasance, astragal of diaphoresis glistened on her frontal bone. I rested my head on her shouder between poking trying to prolong the delight but the force play of nature could not be restrained and soon my balls expelled a scend tide of cream to boom into all her well-nigh occult share and seek to fertilise her.

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

I waited a second and withdrew,"I own it must be nigh on dinner party clip,"I opined,"Cook !"I shouted.

"I ent sucking your nob,"Captain James 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 watch out fille you'll be caught you mark my words."

"Cook fille Fortesque has consented to be my wife,"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 share my bed not take up over your kitchen,"I explained.

"But I likes a roll in the hay now'n again,"Cook said sullenly.

Miss Fortesque came to the saving, still with part displayed she held up her nice fist,"mummy used to birth a servant girl joy her when Papa was away, her fist was much the Saami size as mine."

"You ent sticking no fist up my snatch,"Cook said defensively,"What ever next."

"Cook get the dinner party, whether my saint sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous womb is not a matter of the greatest importunity,"I opined.

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

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

Captain Cook sat on the wooden chair instead,"I ent having no,"she said as Miss Fortesque pushed Cook knees spacious and poke her dainty clenched fist up under Cooks smock.

I could not see Miss Fortesque's clenched fist slide into James Cook viscera, but cook eye were wide as saucers and she gasped at the intrusion,"Ohhhh !"

I stared in thwarting,"Oh hang the both of you, I'll get my own Dinner,"I snapped and I left them to their conjunctive while reflecting it would indeed be a bonus and I mused if young lady Fortesque could satisfy Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud live up to young Bessie as well and avoid her falling from an unwise unification with an groom, Gardener or some such.

I retrieved the roast leg of pork from the range oven, found the vegetables and plated up a large constituent for myself and a smaller one for Miss Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone cold by the time she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another story .