England, July 2022.
Gareth the Pistol, she always called her dear friend who was the ninth Earl of Lisburne. Now aged twenty-seven, he had succeeded the eight Earl in 2015 at the age of twenty from the Lord Lieutenant of Cardiganshire, and Lady Penelope had the impression that his family owned half of South Wales.
He was a typical Welshman, tall, body like a rugby player, with a wonderful singing voice. His hair was a mass of blonde curls, and his eyes were a devastating blue. He was confidant without being obnoxious about it, and due to his breeding, he had an air of sophistication that sat well on his broad shoulders. There was an aura of sexuality about him that reminded Penny of herself. Indeed, he mirrored her own insatiable lust for sex so much that the esteemed noblewoman could be quite jealous.
x
It had been a sizzling hot Summer in England when Gareth came to stay for a weekend at Williamson Manor. He was due to attend the Wales versus England rugby match at Twickenham Stadium. The game was considered one of the closest and fiercest rivalries in all of rugby football. It was more than a football match, it was a seething mass of patriotism, pride, and hope. And Gareth's testosterone levels were always up, thereby increasing his already high libido. Something Penny awaited with pleasure.
So, it was quite a disappointment to Her Ladyship as she wandered about the staff quarters in search of her newly appointed housemaid, to find her toyboy taking advantage of the lower orders. Normally, she didn't go below stairs, but she had given the staff some slack in their tasks due to the oppressive heat. The record breaking heat wave peaking at a sweltering 40 degrees C.
"Ooh, My Lord!"
Penny could just make out the urgent groaning from down the passage that had her quite puzzled. The closer she got to the room belonging to Ana, the louder the sounds came.
As the honourable Lady peered inside the slightly ajar door, she shoved her fist into her mouth.
There was Ana, lying head down on her bed, her mouth agape, and totally naked. Her left arm was crooked behind her back by the strong arm of the bulky fair headed man kneeling behind her. He too was stark bollock naked, and was thrusting forwards and backwards with deliberate and deep strokes of his turgid erection. As Penny watched enthralled, he penetrated the dark skinned girl to his full depth, his firm stomach pressing up against her rounded, bubble bottom. And then withdrawing all the way until the head of his dick was almost visible.
"Gareth! You cheating bastard!" She uttered with a peeved pout.
Young as he was, he had impressed Penny in bed. He was a practiced and accomplished lover, with a cock that was above average in length and girth. His expanded chest body was glowing with a sheen of sweat as he fucked the shit out of the black girl. If she strained her ears, Penny was able to hear the suction and gurgling sounds of his deep penetrations.
"Fuck me, puppy! Fuck...me!"
Her Ladyship stood transfixed by the scene playing out before her, and her loins tingled with acute arousal as she looked on wide eyed. She swore that her pussy throbbed each time Gareth smacked against her firm buttocks. Penny imagined it were her getting soundly shagged as she lifted the hem of her to cup her heated muff. The vision of her Welsh lover humping up and down on top of her made her pussy juice up in an instant.
"Oh, you beauty! There's lovely!"
Gareth quickened his already energetic pace before he pulled back and pumped his massive cock in his big mitt. He erupted with a yelp as he bathed Ana with thick semen from the nape of her neck to lower spine. The sinews in his neck stood out in relief as he reached the climax of his ejaculation.
"And there is the pistol. What an orgasm!"
The huge fellow slumped onto the girl, panting and sweating profusely. Lady Penelope withdrew into the shadows, slipping away to her own private rooms to think.
x
One week earlier.
Ana stood to attention with her arms behind her back and her chin up.
Her eyes did on occasion glance down at the middle aged woman's enormous, jutting bust, that was straining for release from her formal long sleeved business jacket and skirt suit.
The Tiffany blue fabric looked incredibly soft and stretchy, and the upper of two large buttons was undone so that the other was under extreme pressure to keep everything in upstairs.
The skirt featured a pencil silhouette of midi length, and Ana noted the renowned gentlewoman's crossed long legs revealed several inches of lily white thigh just above her sheer black stockings with the lace top detail.
Her shoes had a stiletto heel and had a matching Tiffany Royal Blue colour that elevated her already tall stature.
"So, my man Parsons tells me that you wish to join my employ?"
"It would be an honour, M' Lady."
"I see."
Lady Penelope coolly regarded the fresh faced from Antigua as she leaned back in her comfortable Chippendale armchair.
Her Ladyship recrossed her legs, and in the silence of the drawing room, Ana swore that she heard the delicate whisper of her silk stockings as they rubbed.
The sunlight flitted through the large window and highlighted the pretty features of the ebony skinned young female. At five feet nine she was slim and leggy, with straight black hair and a cute button nose.
In stark contrast, Lady Penelope was a full-fledged knockout, with strawberry blonde locks, blue-grey eyes and a well-proportioned figure. Her massive 34 DD breasts displayed an amazing deep cleavage. Her body was a force to be reckoned with, featuring an upper frame that curved out to wide hips and a round and juicy bum. With all of her bountiful physical attributes, Penelope had been a most sought after teenager in her day. Lusted and sought after by every eligible bachelor of the Upper Class. Lady Penelope Ward had eventually married the wealthy Sir Hugh Williamson at the tender age of twenty and had never looked back in anger.
"You are quite young. And your experience in service is fairly minimal."
"Yes, it was my twenty-first birthday the week before and I am anxious to work in a big house. The Agency hoped it would lead to a permanent position here."
Her Ladyship nodded her head and perused the written details in her hand. Ana has banked on finding employment in an aristocratic setting and it seemed her wish had come true when she had been informed of the maid's job at Williamson Manor.
"And you wish to live in the house also?"
This was it. The reason Ana required the position was also to get a desirable home to live in.
"This is an excellent opportunity for you."
"I understand that," Ana replied. "I'll do the utmost to provide you with the best service possible."
"Be sure that you do," Penelope said as she rose from her seat. "You may move in tomorrow. Oh, and one important thing. I allow no fraternisation amongst the staff, or guests. Your instant removal will result. Dismissed."
Her Ladyship lit a cigarette and rang a small silver bell.
The double doors opened and the butler entered.
"You rang, M' Lady?"
"Yes, Parsons. I have agreed to let Ana begin work here as a chambermaid. See to it that she has a uniform and accommodation."
"Thank you, My Lady." Ana said and duly followed the older fellow.
x
England, September 2022.
"I have to confess that I give the amazing blowjobs. My oral technique is like an addiction for most of my lovers. I can turn most men into pussycats. It's my speciality."
Lady Penelope tossed her head to one side and looked at Baroness Priya with a superior grin. An errant lock of her long blonde hair fell over her left cheek as she place her glass on the table by her chair. Priya sighed. Her dear friend always showed this side of herself when she had consumed excessive alcohol.
"Really," retorted the Mangalore born aristocrat. My last lover told me that I gave him THE best blowjob of his life. He told me he even dreamt about it."
Take that, she thought. Penny huffed and took another sip of bubbly. Her third glass in an hour. She looked at the empty bottle in the now tepid silver bucket and Priya nodded and rang a bell.
"Ladies, ladies. Take it from me. You're BOTH very good."
Gareth smiled and spread his hands. He had listened to the two old friends bickering since he had shown his face. Their hostess resided in a remote country abode in the Royal Leamington Spa. Set on a 12-acre plot of land, the Georgian mansion was thought to cost around £1.5million, boasting an ornamental lake and a recently built pool on the property.
Penny and Priya went back a long way, having first met at the tender age of sixteen when they had been sent to the all-girl boarding school in Rodean Village. They had gotten along splendidly and had remained close friends ever since.
No stranger to lavish balls, and champagne parties, Lady Penelope had traveled to the West Midlands for an small get-together of various gentry and the like. Not knowing her on again, off again lover had the very same idea. Penny felt a pang of jealousy now she knew that The Pistol was also shagging one of her closest friends. She glared at him. He did look dapper in his tuxedo and black bowtie though, the bastard.
He was wearing a silk shirt, which fitted nicely at the chest and pulled a little tightly over his broad shoulders.
Penny had arrived at 3pm for a few pre-dinner drinks. The Baroness had greeted her at the door, shimmering in a Reema Acra outfit. Decked out in the dual-toned high-neck gown, the body-hugging number accentuated her curves. Her wet hair look, kohled eyes, glittery eye makeup and pink lips completed the diva's look.
"Hey, you. Welcome. Lovely to see you."
They went outside and took a seat at the outside table, enclosed in the garden by the ornamental lake. More drinks flowed as the invited guests arrived. The dinner was splendid, although conversation with the company was stilted and mundane. Penny managed to avoid Gareth the entire evening, but by eleven, they were seated side by side in the drawing room.
"More champagne, My Lady?"
Penny pouted as the maid brought another bottle of bubbly in on a silver tray.
