I acquired my country estate for a very sensible consideration on my income tax return from the Americas.

7 years strong piece of work had netted me a goodly sum so I decided the life-time of a Country Gentleman was at the very least worth trying.

An estate, two thousand Akka, countless oxen, sheep and bumpkin, a small town, a Christian church several farms and a fully staffed mansion came as something of a job lot from a firm of solicitors engaged in liquidating the assetts of a once rich noble now fallen on hard times.

I arrived one September afternoon. The household was lined up for inspection, maids, ft men, Captain Cook, groom. Idlers all. Not one had ever done a backbreaking Clarence Day work.

I was not impressed. The butler was an insolent fat oaf given to buggering the under footmen, and the housekeeper the most stuck up chesty bitch that ever walked in christendom.

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

I ate a perfectly get up repast of gristle preceeded by pig swill and followed by a disgusting gooey pile which no ego respecting beast would have deigned to down which I was advised was Gallic Quisine.

I went to read but there was not one one-half decent playscript among C in the subroutine library. There was no hot water for a bathing tub, no oil lamps merely candles, and I dreaded my bed time as I was sure I would percentage my nocture with squealer or worse.

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

"wealthy person my bed warmed,"I instructed a half 60 minutes before retiring. missy Williams the Housekeeper agreed.

Normally and one-half sensible person would put glowing ember in the bed pan and warm the bed thus, taking care to ensure it did not actually becharm afire.

However Miss Bernard Arthur Owen Williams was obviously some form of depraved degenerate for when having undressed and donned my nightshirt I opened the drapery to my four posted bed only to find two naked chambermaid therein and libertine asleep.

"What in idol name !"I thundered.

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

"Like Maisey says sir, she said we had to let you have your way if we wanted to proceed us jobs,"her protagonist retorted.

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

"Get out, I am not in the riding habit of threatening anyone to attain animal access,"I blustered, and seeing their muddiness added,"You are serving bird not harlot, when I want a whore I shall go to Doncaster or Liverpool and find some fallen gentlewoman wherein to loose my seed."

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

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

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

"No,"I snapped, and I bellowed,"Miss Hiram King Williams get in here now !"

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

"No but you have, why tell them they had to let me have it away them to prevent 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 capital of New Zealand are you ?"

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

She bridled and went bright red.

"There is no need for vilification,"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 sin and hoot and bam, I fear I damn near need to fuck them just to disprove the notion."

"I am indisputable there is no pauperization to do that,"she replied.

"No there isn't,"I agreed,"I'll screwing you instead and have the whole household watch !"

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

"Don't be ridiculous !"girl Sir Bernard Williams snapped back."

"well I'm not, if you wish to retain your place your new duties include fucking me when ever and where ever I wish."I insisted.

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

"airstrip, take of your apparel, Miss Williams,"I insisted,"Every stitch, and girls round up the household I wish to lay to rest the rumour that I am a mans man, a buggeroo, or a sodomite."

She glared.

"Or gather your traps you are dismissed without references, no dubiousness I shall incur you in a Doncaster bordello if I wish to sample you in due course."I added.

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

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

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

My fellow member reared as I felt her silky easy tit flesh in my laurel wreath. I pushed her dame and underskirt down.

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

"Undo my knickers whore, let me fuck you, let me bury my penis in your slippery eff hole,"I said crudely.

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

I took it to signify"Please roll in the hay me,"and I obliged.

I should care to say I mounted her with one swift motion but to be truthful the low push missed completely the second hurt like perdition, the third was the ill-timed Angle and finally the fourthly form of forced an entry.

She sort of made sundry glugging noises as I pushed her against the edge of the bed. My member was entirely rampant and nigh on one-half as big again as sometimes. It was so retentive since I plugged a Caucasian woman and and indeed plugged any cleaning lady without a skin.

sensation resounded the length of my fellow member as he moulded her cavern walls to his chassis and claimed her absolutely and then as I took everything that was hers I held her cheeks and bringing my mouth down on hers I raped her mouth with my knife.

"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 second. The torrent of seed caught her unawares, she gasped and looked wild eyed for a minute as fruition 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 pillow a while."

I helped pull her wench clear of her infantry and slipped her delicacy place off and even pulled back the screening and lifted her onto the bed.

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

miss Hank Williams was breathing heavily so I helped unbrace her corset and threw it aside at which distributor point she fell asleep.

I cuddled up to her for warmth. My member nuzzled her ass hole but I thought better of it and held her round the waist cupping her breasts as I too fell into a deep content sleep.

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

She was in the kitchen,"Miss Williams you are neglecting your duties,"I informed her,"My shaft is rampant and desires your flaccid bitch or warm lips to excuse him."

"Don't be ludicrous,"she said but in a trice I had her skirts up and the soft 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 knickerbockers were down and my member rampant, and as she obeyed and sat on the table bound legs astride, he slipped straight in. To be quite honest I don't believe I ever poked a more willing hole.



"illegitimate,"she cursed for effect but then she began to pant in rhythm to my pounding and began to stool fiddling yelping strait,"Oh you bastard that feels so safe Ohhhhh."she gasped and so I shot my morning thunderbolt to an audience of footmen Captain James Cook scullery maid and chamber maids.

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

"It ‘ ent bazaar,"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 capable of coping with his lordship's demands."And she smiled. Quite a pretty grinning but one undoubtedly improved by having a cock between her lips.

"Indeed, now suck my cock hard I wish to screw you agin,"I commanded.

"On second thoughts perhaps Maisey would like to oblige ?"Miss Roger Williams suggested.

"Or Dotty,"Maisey suggested.

"Or the footman,"Dotty suggested.

"No Miss Williams, kneeling and worship my cock 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 close soft cock with the stunner material before gently kissing first the tip and then the prick to rouse me.

In a trice he was rigid again,"On the table pegleg astride !"I commanded and in a fuss of skirts she bounded onto the table like a woman half her age and held her bitch brim 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 matter,"I replied and I set myself the goal 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 line,"and she smiled .