1888 Yorkshire

The new business firm seemed horribly void devoid as it was of servants. I had but recently acquired it as part of a gambling debt and had come to construct a abbreviated assessment.

First impressions were that of a dismal fix guaranteed to shorten anyone's spirit with a turn of pheumonia. The house was by far the most visit of any in the village having been the mine owner's house before the next coal mine closed. Serried ranks of miner abodes still clung to the hillside but each daybreak the men of the settlement formed up like a brigade of militia and marched three miles to Danby New pit where the ember crease ran deeply and true.

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

Long experience led me to push for staff in a townspeople some way away, local seving maids would all to often buy items like prime baseball swing of meat for their household and bedevil away perfectly good bedding and the like which their families and friends then purloined.



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

Thus it occurred that I arrived at one quarter past eight on the first of all train from Mansfield having spent an uncomfortable nighttime in the place hotel. I unlocked the property and ushered in a locally recruited char cleaning woman who I had engaged to light my fires.

She toiled ineffectively and eventually achieved a great deal of smoke if little heat and with various pin clover persuaded into life the house began to depend vaguely homely the furniture having been acquired with the property.

My interviews started at eleven of the clock, two housemaids, remarkably stupid giggling housemaid, I rapidly engaged when they proved incapable of working out how many 60 minutes there are in a hebdomad as one example of their stupidity.

James Cook was however a different affair, needing a measure of skill rather than a great deal of stupidity.

The first off applier had as requested brought an orchard apple tree tart she had made. She was quite comely, a old maid probably, well spoken but the pie, well one bite was enough and she was back on the threshold almost before she had sat down.

The future 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 range. I cut a slice. It was a meat pie.

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

"No good a fine genteman like you having an Malus pumila pie for his lunch, why it would be biting on the tongue, far better to suffer 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 make me an offer of utilisation,"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 address she had provided.

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

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

"Now don't be too precipitate,"she said quietly, `` When my passe-partout said I gave accomplished satisfaction that's what I gave him, especially as his missus wasn't too keen on handkerchief panly, I could do the Lapp for you if you wanted."

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

"wellspring think on,"she snooped."You mild southerners aren't liked much in these component 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 woman, nurture your annulus I shall indeed get 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 piddling suck,"she insisted.

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

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

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

"Well I do, I haven't had in workweek since my one-time master had to go to a nursing home,"she explained.

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

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

I thought a import"wellspring to be reliable it is quite a while since I enjoyed a gallop, over the tabularize end and bare your arse and I shall cock you to ecstasy."

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

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

Her side turned a ghostly spectre of pale as her bravado left her.

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

I took her hand and guided her towards the kitchen mesa, she bent at the waist and I raised her bird. She had nothing below except the taping holding her stockings up. She was not comely at all but there was a neat puckered brown hole and a magnanimous pink slot pouting at me.

I dropped my breecches and my phallus eagerly sprang free, set with the purple veins standing prominent and my helmet rampant. The royal school principal almost found his own way between her wash pinkish lips and I easily drove him fully home.

My mitt were on her mounds in a moment, sliding under her clothes and up her bodice to squeeze her teat, 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 womb with my seed."

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

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

"Is that it ?"she demanded,"Half a dozen pokes and a drivel of kindling and you're done ?"

"Well what did you expect ?"I queried.

"five-spot minutes at least,"she protested.

"It was just a quickie, I was not attempting to breed an heritor,"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 sexual abstention belt."she informed me.

"Nor shall I wear yours, you shall be my cook, no More, no less, do you empathize ?"I queried.

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

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

"If you do mine,"she suggested.

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

"Does the estimate excite you ?"she asked.

"To a sealed extent,"I agreed as I struggled to refasten my knee pants. my member 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.

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

Once more she gripped the tabular array while I raised her annulus. My member was so stiff I was able-bodied 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 look was affording me a very swell service.

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

"Then poke me concentrated, I can't hardly find 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 mesa crashed against the wall, it started a serious 1000 away but my pounding had slid it across the flagstone,"Oh fuck 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 semen into her with the fineness of a bee supping nectar from a Daffodil.

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

"|So how was that ?"I asked.

"About a four if you ask me,"the charwoman woman replied. I looked cycle in horror to see the woman charwoman 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 hear ?"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 pull in a fat Cook cry in ecstasy whereto might I make a lithe Brigham Young maiden ? All that is apart from the Vicar's daughter who treated me with utmost disdain. Oh well. I like a challenge .