Note- This is not a true story, nor is it meant to reflect real life. It's just a fun vehicle to tease your sensual imagination. I'm not a writer, I'm just obsessed with sex!
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Like all the Williamsons before him, Sir Hugh Williamson had been born and brought up in the huge mansion, and it was here, at a New Year's Eve ball, he had met the astonishing young filly, Penelope Ward.
She had been dressed in a pink floor length gown. And with her glowing strawberry blonde hair coiled on her neck, together with her blue-grey eyes, it had been love at first sight for him. And the same for her. Except from her point of view, her affection was absorbed by his immense wealth rather than he.
The dated tradition of coming out parties had been revived in the nineties by the Duke of Somerset, and at the tender age of nineteen, Penelope had been named 'debutante of the year of 1992' and had instantly become the most sought after teenager amongst those in aristocracy. Sir Hugh's twenty years seniority over her did nothing to deter her from marrying His Lordship a year later.
Like her mother, Penelope had inherited her good looks, fair hair, and a curvaceous figure that turned men's head in her direction everywhere she went. Like her father, Penelope had spirit, intelligence, and determination. And like both of them, the proud parents of no less than seven children, Penny developed a passion for sex. As her husband grew older and became less and less capable of love making, Her Ladyship sought the attentions of others. And when His Lordship passed in 2020 due to complications of Covid-19, Penny found herself with the means and the money to live out all of her sexual fantasies. After years of making her husband and the local society happy, she sought attention for her and her alone.
Now aged fifty, she had become an insatiable Milf of the mansion. A veritable fuck machine, half sophistication, half slut, but all woman. She had kept her body in fine shape. She stood five feet ten in stockinged feet, with a tight and toned figure, and an unbelievably huge rack.
In fact, since bearing two children, Penelope had arguably the biggest boobs on the county.
There was a long line of cunt hungry, tit worshipping males leading up to the extravagant front doors of the mansion, and the guiltless soul welcomed one and all.
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The double doors of the main drawing room opened and two men entered.
The oldest of the two by a clear forty or so years closed the doors behind him and walked slowly to the waiting Lady Penelope.
"Excuse I, My Lady. I have the new footman here for your inspection."
"Thank you, Parsons." She said in her educated voice. "And give this to Cook. It's this evenings menu. I feel in the mood for some South coast seabass, with crab and tarragon ravioli."
Lady Penelope handed over a small piece of card and waved the uniformed man away.
"At once, My lady."
Penelope deliberately took no notice of the new recruit to her retinue of household staff and studied her open book. Her home was Williamson Manor, was one of the largest mansion in the county of Surrey with many bedrooms and the like, in an area of 2,000 acres. At this moment in time, she had under her employ, a cook and two kitchen maids, three housemaids, and the butler named Parsons. His assistant had recently left, and there was a vacancy for a footman.
The new man stood in silence, looking around at the exquisite Chinese Ming vases and crystal ashtrays that dotted the occasional tables.
She snapped her book shut and then stood up from her walnut Chippendale armchair.
"Name?"
"Wilson, My Lady."
The straight backed fellow looked directly ahead, glancing sideways at the pleasant smelling female before him.
Even at the hour of eleven A.M. the Lady of the house looked elegant and well scrubbed.
He watched as she brushed a stray lock of flaxen hair from her pretty face and he noted her elegant neck with the pearl necklace.
There were faint lines at the corners of her eyes that indicated her advanced age.
"Are you local, Wilson?"
"Yes, M' Lady."
"Married?"
"No, M' Lady."
He watched her totter around the room in her three inch heels. Her Ivory Delores Dress was crafted in a gorgeous stretch fabric that flattered her womanly silhouette. She turned to face him again and his eyes were drawn automatically to the striking V neck that displayed ample flesh and cleavage. The dress also featured a deep, banded waist that helped slim and elongate her very feminine figure.
Likewise, her gaze lingered on the young man's piercing eyes and square jaw, dimpled cutely at the chin.
He had the bearing of a man more comfortable doing physical labour, rather than tending to household chores. He was obviously ex-military, or a regular at the gym as he filled his casual suit well.
He towered over her by a clear four inches as Penelope studied the man intently.
"Service?"
"Two years, My Lady. In Cyprus."
"Is that so? Such a beautiful island. I do so love the Mediterranean."
Penny sat down again and crossed her slender pins, making certain that the hem of her dress rode up her right leg to an eye-catching level.
"If you wish to serve ME," she paused to look him in the eye. "I expect total obedience. If I tell you to do something I expect you to obey implicitly. Punctuality, and cleanliness are essential. And you must be able to snap to it at a moments notice. If you agree, then the position is yours. What do you say?"
Her Ladyship picked up a tiny bell and rang it three times.
Parsons reappeared and entered the drawing room.
"I accept."
"Good. Parsons will outline you on your chosen tasks. Good-day. And remember, total obedience."
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Two days later, Lady Penelope awoke at the late hour of eleven in her high-ceilinged bedroom. She sat up naked in the Regency bed that dominated the room.
Although the drapes were closed at the moment, the huge windows provided a magnificent view of the grounds and rolling countryside that stretched for miles.
The north wall was draped in a tapestry that displayed a historical naval battle of 1805, in which her late husband's ancestors took part.
The curvy blonde aristocrat reached out for the bell pull to summon her butler Parsons. Then she filled a glass from the water cooler that sat on the ornate bedside table.
She sat up in the bed which had linen of the finest woven raw silk. Leaning against the headboard made of English oak, she smoothed back her loose fair tresses.
"My Lady?"
Parsons came in and busied himself with pulling back the drapes. He was aware of his mistress displaying her natural 34DD breasts that settled atop of the turned back sheets. Nothing he hadn't seen before.
"How is young Wilson coming along?"
"Adequately, My Lady. Some room for improvement, I fear."
"I see. Inform him that I shall take tea in bed. And tell him I plan on initiating him this very morning."
Parsons raised a quizzical brow. He understood only too well what the lady meant by initiation.
"So soon, My Lady?"
"I insist."
"Very well, My Lady. I shall inform him this instant."
"Thank you, Parsons. You're a real treasure."
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