1. Sampling Cook's wares


    Date: 10/9/2023, Categories: Fiction Consensual Sex Male/Female Author: abroadsword 

    ... job is yours if you wish it.”

“Is that it?” she demanded, “Half a dozen pokes and a dribble of spunk and you’re done?”

“Well what did you expect?” I queried.

“Five 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 less, do you understand?” I queried.

“Yes I shall cook for you,” she agreed.

“And lay for me when I have needs?” 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 breeches. 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 kiss me?” she asked.

“Lord no," I replied, “Face away from me if you please I wish to pound your rump anew.”

Once more she gripped the table while I raised her skirt. My member was so stiff I was able to aim him into her without using my hands 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 great service.

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

“Then poke me harder, 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 gasps, “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 reserves of seed into her with the delicacy 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 char woman replied. I looked round in horror to see the char 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 hear?” I ordered.

It was no use, my reputation was sealed, within the day every woman and maid was fluttering her eyelashes 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 utmost disdain. Oh well. I like a challenge.
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