Lord Winchester sat at his ornate desk and mulled over the account ledgers in front of him. As owner and manager of one of the largest estates in Northumberland, Winchester had to be knowledgeable in many fields. A good head for business matters was just as important as knowing which crops to plant and when to plant them or which stallion to breed to which mare.
Winchester's voracious appetite for sex peaked when he was at his country estate. Perhaps it was the fresh air or the wholesome country food, but it was more likely the presence of a large female staff - much larger than was customary - who were available to him at the snap of his fingers. An important part of their jobs was to cater to the Lord of the Manor's voracious sexual appetite. They were exceptionally well paid to entertain Lord and Lady Winchester and their decadent friends, and they carried out their duties with enthusiasm.
After making one final bookkeeping entry, Winchester pushed the ledgers aside and strolled over to the window to gaze out over the verdant meadows. The sight of one of his stallions mounting a mare made his cock stiffen. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his plump sausage. A few strokes got the blood flowing and within seconds he was caressing a magnificent nine-inch prong.
"Damn, I love getting away from London," he thought aloud. "When I'm here I'm not much different from that stallion out there. I can think of little else but fucking."
Winchester pressed a button on the intercom and said, "Buckley, come in here." Buckley, his loyal butler, had served him for twenty years. His wife Mary was the executive chef and his daughter Lily was an upstairs maid. Buckley, immaculate as always, tapped on the door and then entered with all of the decorum he could muster. Winchester continued to stroke his cock in full view of his servant.
"Yes, M'Lud."
"Buckley, I'm exceptionally randy today and I feel like doing something special. How long has it been since I fucked your delightfully chubby wife?"
Buckley removed a small notebook from his pocket and leafed through it. It was his job to keep a record of all sexual activity on the estate. Unmarried employees who wanted to have sex with each other needed his permission and married employees were required to report all sexual activity to the butler. Failure to report any sex, including masturbation, was grounds for dismissal. Lord Winchester enjoyed browsing through the journal to see what his servants were up to.
"It has been three months, M'Lud."
"Did I plug her cunt or her arse?"
"Neither, M'Lud. You fucked between her teats."
"Ah, yes, now I remember. You held them together for me and at the end I presented her with a beautiful sperm necklace. And what about your daughter?"
"You had her six weeks ago, M'Lud. For a quickie."
"Ah, yes. Of course. She was under the dinner table drinking my sperm while I dined on one of your wife's superb desserts, a Crème Brule, if memory serves. It's whimsical, don't you think, that I was eating a custard prepared by your wife while your daughter was on her knees eating the custard boiling out of my bollocks."
"Yes, M'Lud. Whimsical indeed."
"Well, I'm horny enough to have both of your sluts back-to-back. Take them down to the dungeon at promptly eight o'clock this evening. You will participate, of course."
That evening, Lord Winchester and Lady Jane enjoyed a lavish dinner of savory roast quail marinated in a hearty wine sauce.
"Mary's cooking just keeps getting better and better, don't you think, darling?" Jane asked.
"Yes, couldn't agree more. A fine cook, one of the best. I intend to thank her for this superb meal by throwing a good, hard fuck into her tonight. She'll have bruises on her fat ass tomorrow, I promise you. I'm going to roger her scrumptious daughter, too. Why don't you join us in the dungeon? You always seem to find Buckley's cock very satisfying."
"Mother and daughter back-to-back? Well, have a good time. I'm sorry but I promised the stable hands a roll in the hay this evening. I'll take a nice long ride - you know how randy that always makes me - and then I'll lay back on a bale of hay and welcome all three cocks into my creamy cunt at the same time."
"Let them burst inside of you for me to snack on later, m'dear. You know how much I love leftovers."
"Of course, darling. I always do, don't I?"
Later that evening, Winchester descended the stairs to the room that he referred to as the "dungeon". He had designed it himself to suit his and his friends' depraved tastes. One end of the large room was furnished with wall-to-wall mattresses on which many no-holds-barred orgies had been held. Mirrored walls and ceilings offered the orgiasts titillating views of the depravity from several angles. The other half of the room provided an outlet for their darker side. Winchester had equipped it with a variety of sadistic devices, many designed by him.
At precisely eight o'clock, Buckley descended the staircase leading his wife and daughter on leashes. Winchester's cock began to harden when the saucy matron and her comely daughter came into view. He had never had them both at the same time and was very much looking forward to it.
"Good evening, M'Lud. Here they are, just as you requested."
"Excellent, Buckley. Get the sluts out of their clothes and let's get started. Strip your daughter first."
Lily was a stunning beauty who looked far younger than her twenty years. When her father had brought her to him to ask for employment, he had taken one look at her and hired her on the spot. Of course, there was one small test that all female servants had to pass. She had to go to her knees and suck him off in front of her father. She passed with flying colors.
Buckley tossed his daughter's blouse aside and fumbled with the hook on her brassiere. It slid off of her shoulders and slipped down her arms to reveal the finest pair of teats that Winchester had ever ogled. The perfect globes were adorned with dark brown nipples as perfectly round as the gold coins in Winchester's prize collection.
"Feel up her teats, Buckley," Winchester urged. "Play around with your daughter's beautiful titties." Buckley didn't hesitate to grope his daughter's fruity breasts. He took one in each hand and fondled them as though he had every right to do so. The young woman's blouse and panties were soon tossed aside and she stood naked before her master. She had a full bush on her pussy in compliance with her employer's wishes.
"Grope her cunt, Buckley. Feel her up, man."
Buckley groped his daughter's mons with such vigor that her cuntal juices squirted out in his palm. Then he turned to his wife and began to strip her. Mary was a handsome woman of forty with large breasts and a plump ass. Although Winchester preferred slender women, he occasionally had a chubby one for variety. As Buckley freed his wife's teats from their restraint, they sagged toward her belly. Winchester, who considered himself a connoisseur of teats, judged Mary's a bit too large and saggy, but pleasing nevertheless. Like her daughter, Mary's cunt was covered with a thick pelt of black hair.
Buckley led the two naked women forward by their leashes and ordered them to undress the master. Winchester soon stood naked with his huge member bobbing in front of him. "Buckley, put the sluts on their knees on each side of my cock." The women did not have to be told what to do and immediately began licking the entire length of Winchester's cock, the daughter on one side and the mother on the other.
Buckley removed his clothing to reveal a sturdy, seven-inch erection. Although he wasn't in the same league as his master, he had nothing to be ashamed of. He stood to the side and patiently waited for his master's orders. "You can play with yourself, if you wish, Buckley," Winchester said. Buckley immediately grabbed his cock and began to masturbate. "Thank you, M'Lud," he said.
"I think we'll start with Lily in the stocks and Mary on the horse, Buckley. Go ahead and put them in place."
Buckley led his daughter to the stocks that had been built to Winchester's specifications. There were actually two stocks, one for the ankles and the other for the head and wrists. When the young woman was in position, her torso was bent forward at a ninety-degree angle. A plank against her belly held her in place. All of her orifices were at the perfect height for fucking, and she had been entirely deprived of any ability to resist.
Buckley then strapped his wife to the "horse". The device was so named because when the woman was in place, she was positioned much like a jockey on a horse with her thighs drawn up against her sides and her calves pointed downward. Manacles connected by a short chain running through a ring were attached to her wrists. This arrangement gave her enough freedom of movement to give hand jobs. The surface to which the woman was strapped supported only her belly and her lower chest. The teats hung free to be slapped, whipped, sucked or fucked.
"You don't mind if I give your wife a good flogging, do you Buckley?"
"No, M'Lud. I would be honored."
After thinking for a moment, Winchester took a riding crop and a whip from hooks on the wall. He handed the crop to Buckley and said, "Give your slut daughter twenty-five strokes on her arse and space them precisely thirty seconds apart."
Lily gasped when her father landed the first blow on her tender ass. Buckley silently counted to thirty in his head and landed another blow. By the third blow, tears began to well up in the tormented girl's eyes.
"I'll soon put some color into these cheeks," Winchester said as he whipped Mary's fat ass with a cat-of-nine-tails. As the blows landed, the plump cheeks snapped together then quivered for several seconds before returning to normal. The simultaneous whipping and cropping inflamed the lust of both master and servant. With each blow, their hard cocks lurched nearly to their bellies.
After the twenty-fifth blow, Winchester tossed the cat aside and knelt down to examine his victim's abused ass. The look on his face was the look of an art connoisseur admiring a beautiful painting. When he had had his fill of examining Mary's stripes, he crawled over to her daughter.
"Well, done, Buckley. You've done a beautiful job on your girl's arse. The blows were nicely distributed. She will remember her ordeal for days to come, whenever she sits down. What do you think of the job I did on your wife's fat arse?"
