I acquired my area estate for a very sensible retainer on my return from the Americas.

septenary years concentrated body of work had netted me a goodly sum so I decided the life of a Country gentleman was at the very least worth trying.

An estate, two thousand acres, unnumerable cows, sheep and yokels, a village, a Christian church several farms and a fully staffed mansion came as something of a job lot from a firm of solicitor engaged in liquidating the assetts of a once rich nobleman now fallen on hard times.

I arrived one Sept afternoon. The household was lined up for inspection, maids, foot men, cook, stableboy. bum all. Not one had ever done a hard Day work.

I was not ingrain. The Butler was an barefaced fat oaf given to buggering the under footmen, and the housekeeper the most cleave up arrogant cunt that ever walked in christendom.

I regretted my purchase immediately, even before I discovered the entire East Wing was uninhabitable as the roof was rotten with dry rot and the roof leaked like a colander.

I ate a perfectly train meal of gristle preceeded by pig swill and followed by a disgusting gooey deal which no self respecting beast would have deigned to ware which I was advised was French people Quisine.

I went to read but there was not one half properly book among hundreds in the Library. There was no hot piss for a bath, no oil lamps merely candles, and I dreaded my bed prison term as I was sure I would ploughshare my nocture with skunk or worse.

And indeed it was worse. The Housekeeper had severely misjudged me.

"Have my bed warmed,"I instructed a half hr before retiring. Miss Roger Williams the Housekeeper agreed.

Normally and half sensible person would localize glowing coal in the bed pan and warm the bed thus, taking care to see to it it did not actually fascinate afire.

However Miss Williams was obviously some kind of reprobate deviant for when having undressed and donned my nightshirt I opened the pall to my four posted bed only to observe two naked chambermaids therein and fast asleep.

"What in graven image gens !"I thundered.

"Beg free pardon sir, Miss Sir Bernard Williams said as you might wish well to be obliged with a nookie sir,"the plumper one suggested.

"Like Maisey says sir, she said we had to let you cause your way if we wanted to continue us Book of Job,"her booster retorted.

"Yes like Dotty said thats mightily sir."Maisey agreed.

"Get out, I am not in the wont of threatening anyone to gain carnal accession,"I blustered, and seeing their discombobulation added,"You are serving dame not whores, when I want a fancy woman I shall go to Doncaster or Liverpool and find some fallen madam wherein to unleash my seed."

They still looked confused,"Don't you fancy us then sir, shall we institutionalize a footman up ?"

"No I don't want a footman, nor a cook nor a sheep or a dog or any early thing."I insisted.

"You celebrate like a monastic then sir ?"Dotty asked innocently.

"No,"I snapped, and I bellowed,"girl Williams get in here now !"

She was hovering outside the door,"Sir,"she said,"Have the girls upset you ?"

"No but you have, why tell them they had to let me get laid them to keep their jobs ?"I demanded.

"Well I don't see how else they would be persuaded to let you use them,"she opined,"You are hardly the Duke of Wellington are you ?"

"No and not bloody Napoleon either,"I snapped,"And you're no Josephine."

She bridled and went brightly red.

"There is no motive for insult,"she replied.

"There damned well is when the household believe I bugger footmen for a pastime when there are no sheep available,"I advised,"Bloody perdition and hoot and blast, I fear I damn near need to fuck them just to disprove the notion."

"I am sure there is no demand to do that,"she replied.

"No there isn't,"I agreed,"I'll roll in the hay you instead and have the whole family sentinel !"

"Ha ha ha,"Maisey and Dotty chortled,"That'll teach you miss !"

"Don't be ridiculous !"fille Williams snapped back."

"Well I'm not, if you wish to hold back your position your new tariff include fucking me when ever and where ever I wish."I insisted.

"Don't be absurd !"Miss Tennessee Williams declared.

"flight strip, proceeds of your clothes, Miss Williams,"I insisted,"Every stitch, and girlfriend round up the home I wish to lay to rest the rumour that I am a mankind man, a buggeroo, or a sodomite."

She glared.

"Or call for your cakehole you are dismissed without extension, no incertitude I shall observe you in a Doncaster bordello if I wish to taste you in due course."I added.

"Oh very well,"she relented and to my complete repulsion she began to unbutton her blouse.

I was nonplussed. I merely meant to scare off her so she would never do anything similar again, but she was taking me at my word.

Her blouse fell candid and showed her pitcher which were sorely constricted by her stays. I gallantly stepped forwards and pried them free so they flopped over the tightly constricting black leather corset.

My member reared as I felt her silky piano tit flesh in my ribbon. I pushed her skirts and underskirt down.

She wore no pantaloon. Her conch was covered in fine downy fur. sonant pink and moist as she responded to my touch.

"Undo my knee breeches whore, let me have intercourse you, let me bury my member in your slippy fuck pickle,"I said crudely.

She did not demur. My buttons were undone and my appendage extracted."Please ?"she said.

I took it to mean"Please fuck me,"and I obliged.

I should like to say I mounted her with one swift move but to be true the beginning thrust missed completely the minute suffering like hell, the third was the amiss angle and finally the fourth kind of forced an entry.

She form of made sundry glugging racket as I pushed her against the boundary of the bed. My member was entirely rampant and well-nigh on half as big again as sometimes. It was so farsighted since I plugged a gabardine woman and and indeed plugged any cleaning lady without a skin.

Sensations resounded the length of my member as he moulded her cavern walls to his shape and claimed her utterly and then as I took everything that was hers I held her boldness and bringing my oral cavity down on hers I raped her mouth with my spit.

"How's that ?"I asked nastily,"Are you sated or shall I send for the butler ?"

"I don't,"she said,"Care."

She cared in a moment. The cloudburst of seed caught her unawares, she gasped and looked tempestuous eyed for a moment as realisation hit her that she could now well be with child."Oh dear god."she sighed as sated I withdrew.

"I feel faint,"she said.

"Too excited I fear,"I observed,"Lie in the bed properly and rest a while."

I helped pull her skirts shed light on of her understructure and slipped her dainty shoes off and even pulled back the covers and lifted her onto the bed.

"And you lot can bugger off, shows over,"I announced and I closed the curtains.

Miss Thomas Lanier Williams was breathing heavily so I helped unbrace her girdle and threw it aside at which point she fell asleep.

I cuddled up to her for warmth. My penis nuzzled her ass cakehole but I thought better of it and held her cycle the waist cupping her knocker as I too fell into a cryptic content sleep.

I woke around nine of the clock. Miss Williams was gone. I dressed and went to find her.

She was in the kitchen,"Miss Sir Bernard Williams you are neglecting your duties,"I informed her,"My cock is rampant and desires your diffuse bitch or warm lips to relieve him."

"Don't be ridiculous,"she said but in a trice I had her skirts up and the indulgent garden pink conch revealed once more.

"On the table madam, legs a kilter, that will suffice."I insisted.

"Oh no, it is bed or nowhere,"she insisted but my breeches were down and my member rampant, and as she obeyed and sat on the tabular array edge legs astride, he slipped straight in. To be quite honest I don't believe I ever poked a more willing hole.



"Bastard,"she cursed for effect but then she began to pant in rhythm to my pounding and began to throw little yelping sounds,"Oh you bastard that flavor so good Ohhhhh."she gasped and so I shot my morning dash to an audience of footmen Captain Cook scullery maids and chamber maids.

"That could throw been us,"said Maisey to Dotty wistfully.

"It ‘ ent fair,"Dotty replied.

"Very well I shall have you this very night !"I agreed.

"Ah that won't be necessary,"Miss Willams insisted,"I am quite subject of coping with his lordship's demands."And she smiled. Quite a pretty smile but one undoubtedly improved by having a cock between her lips.

"Indeed, now suck my cock knockout I wish to have it off you agin,"I commanded.

"On second thoughts perhaps Maisey would wish to compel ?"miss Hank Williams suggested.

"Or Dotty,"Maisey suggested.

"Or the footman,"Dotty suggested.

"No Miss William Carlos Williams, kneel and adoration my shaft I say,"I commanded again.

"And if I refuse,"she countered.

"Then you won't get fucked until after supper,"I insisted.

"Oh very well then,"she agreed and she knelt before me and gently cleaned my near flaccid cock with the ravisher fabric before gently kissing first the tip and then the dig to commove me.

In a trice he was inflexible again,"On the tabular array pegleg astride !"I commanded and in a flurry of skirts she bounded onto the mesa like a adult female half her age and held her snatch lips open to receive me.

"Ohhh my lord,"she cooed as |I pleasured myself thrusting against her.

"Are you barren ?"I queried.

"No,"she said.

"No issue,"I replied and I set myself the end of creating new life within her until at length we were both exhausted and only then did I let fly.

"I'm going back to bed,"I announced.

Miss Williams followed,"Where are you going ?"I queried.

"Why, to warm up your bed of course,"and she smiled .