Servant girls at the Wadsworth manor were duty bound to service Master Ben in addition to their household duties. You see his older brother had impregnated more than one girl which had cost the family. No way were the Wadsworths going to be repeating that with their eighteen year-old son Ben. No, he would have to satisfy his carnal needs by implanting his seed in the mouths and throats of the servants.
The Shipping Barron Jaden Wadsworth was filthy rich and away from home often. Having been recently knighted for his extraordinary business acumen he was now referred to as Sir Wadsworth. This however had not come without the cost of his absences from home at his manor.
His wife Charlotte was not going to endure such long absences without sexual gratifications of her own. So it evolved that she became a voyeur in watching young Master Ben as he found sexual release on the servant girls in all manners of his desire save those which risk impregnation. Thus the presence of his mother at such times, who now, at her own insistence was addressed as Lady Charlotte, served the dual roles of her acting as special chaperone and obtaining sexual satisfaction of her own.
THELMA
"So I haven't yet had the pleasure of meeting this Thelma," said Ben to his mother as they made their way into the Great Room. "I suppose she speaks cockney."
"More like estuary. Housekeeper said it took a bit of doing to get her to agree to servicing you."
"Did it now."
"The sight of the servants cane did the trick. She is a cute young thing. Eighteen years old like you."
When they entered the Great Room they found another servant standing by the large wing chair which Charlotte always took for her afternoon tea. It sat cattycorner to the one which Bart took. "Thank you, Elsie," said Lady Charlotte as her tea was served. Ben took his without comment. "I'll fetch Housekeeper."
"This is a nice little routine isn't it, Ben?"
"If you say so, mother."
"Not many young men get sexual gratification on such a regular basis."
"Yes mother."
"You are acting spoiled."
"Can we skip this? You know I'd rather do this on my own and not under my mother's watchful eye."
"You can blame your older brother for that."
"But I'm not my older brother. I would take precautions."
"Easier said than done."
"My Lady, this is Thelma."
Mother and son looked up to see the Housekeeper standing beside a girl no older than sixteen or seventeen with her head down. She was wearing the standard house maids black and white uniform with a white ruffled bonnet. The girl took one step forward and curtsied while stealing a glance at Bart whose expression was one of lustful surprise. Blood was already filling his cock.
"Welcome to the manor, Thelma. This is my son Master Ben. I've sure you have already heard of him."
The girl turned and give him also a curtsey, but one not as deep as her other.
Ben looked her over as she stood in front of him with her head down. "Tell me Thelma, do you have much experience in servicing cocks?"
Charlotte smiled. Housekeeper smiled. It was starting. The young servant girl replied by shaking her downcast head.
"Just how many cocks have you serviced?"
Again she shook her head.
"Does that mean none? Speak to me girl."
"None sir," she mumbled.
"To you I am Master Ben."
"Master Ben."
"Has she been trained, Housekeeper?"
"Oh yes sir. She understands her mission."
"Just what is your mission, girl?"
"To have you. To relieve you, sir; I mean Master; Master Ben."
"What do you mean by relieve?"
"To have you . . . you ejaculate."
"Ejaculate, you say?"
"Yes sir; I mean Master Ben, sir."
"Just where is this ejaculation to take place, Thelma?"
Charlotte and Housekeeper exchanged smiles. They loved these little talks which Ben would sometimes give.
"In my mouth, Master."
"Just what be it that is ejaculated?"
"Your sperm, Master."
"And what are your plans for my sperm?"
"Plans, sir; I mean Master Ben?"
"Its destiny. Whereforth is it bound?"
"My stomach, sir."
"And from there?"
"From there?"
"Yes, from there."
