Lady Penelope's trusty butler tucked the silver tray under his right arm and stood still awaiting further instruction. Parsons had served in the household of palatial Williamson Manor, man and boy, for longer than he cared to remember. First for Sir Hugh, and now his fifty-two year old widow who was now head of the house. Three years after the unexpected passing of her older spouse, the still attractive socialite remained unmarried.
"Well! This is unexpected news. How thrilling!"
Her Ladyship had gone through that days mail, handed to her by Parsons, and she waved one particular letter in the air.
"Good news, M' Lady?"
"A business proposition, Parsons. The film making company 'UK Red Hot and Blue' have been scouting for locations for their upcoming production, and have a keen interest in using Williamson Manor. Both inside and out. They ask if I am interested I should contact their executive producer to negotiate terms of temporary rental and access to the house and immediate surroundings."
"Do they have a title for the motion picture, M' Lady."
"Indeed. Downtown to Abbey Manor. It's to be a parody of the British period television series Downton Abbey. This version will apparently feature lots of sex crazed men and women in a ribald romp set in a country mansion in 1920."
Parsons raised a curious brow.
"So, it's a sex film."
"Correct. And in these days of relaxed censorship, totally unexpurgated."
"Are you going to say yes?"
"What? Entertaining a group of porn stars for a week Well hung studs with one desire only? To shag oversexed females? Ra-ther!"
Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and a perpetual throb in her loins. If there was one woman less prone to English restraint, then it was she. Apart from the odd party or work on the Estate, the self styled nymphomaniac had nothing better to do all day (and night) but to have fun and lots of sex. This venture showed signs of promise.
Unashamedly a highly sexed person, Her Ladyship could never say no to sex, finding everything carnal most enjoyable. She craved sex more with each passing day, and she couldn't go a moment without it.
x
The very next afternoon, the noble gentlewoman received a telephone call from somebody at the studio, informing her of an impending visit from the producer and director. Once free, Penny logged onto the internet in order to check out some of the company's previous releases. One was a rip roaring spoof of Poldark, the historical television drama. Another, a take on the evergreen science fiction show, Doctor Who. As she watched various uncensored scenes, the busty blonde could feel a familiar dampness begin to grow between her legs. There was nothing left to the imagination, and the camera work was particularly good. Although it was only two in the afternoon, Penny could not ignore her state of arousal and made her way to the bedroom. Stripping naked, the tall and elegant MILF laid back on her Regency four poster bed and began to play with her very wet pussy. Reaching over to the nightstand, she retrieved her well used vibrator and immediately used it on her aching clit, fantasising on what she had seen, and potentially what she might see during the shoot.
x
Friday couldn't come soon enough for Lady Penelope. She dressed in a business like titanium white, two button jacket and matching mini skirt. With no blouse under the jacket, her ample cleavage was quite visible. A proud display of unrestrained delight. Earlier she had spent two hours at her favourite hairdresser, having her strawberry blonde hair teased and shampooed. After that, she enjoyed an afternoon tea of cucumber sandwiches, crust less and finger sized. And not shy of a cucumber or two mind. These were accompanied by warm scones with lashings of strawberry jam and Cornish clotted cream.
She looked out of the large window of her deliciously grand drawing room and smiled. The bright sunshine heralded a glorious day.
She saw the car drive up to the front door of the Manor to be greeted by Parsons. Two men stepped out and were led by her butler to the room where she seated herself in her best comfortable Chippendale. The double doors were opened and she looked up to greet her visitors.
"My Lady. This is Mister Hugo Winstanley, and a Mister Jerome Shaft."
Her Ladyship rose from her armchair and smiled at them warmly.
"Gentlemen. Delighted to meet you. So sit down. Tea?"
The wealthy Lady of the house looked elegant and well scrubbed. Both watched her as she brushed a stray lock of flaxen hair from her pretty face and noted the expensive looking pearl necklace at her throat.
There were faint lines at the corners of her eyes that indicated her advanced age. However, the middle-aged female was in fine fettle, and as she leaned forward to pour tea into the cups from the pot, the blonde's position had caused her jacket to part at chest level, thereby exposing a monumental cleavage between her two giant quivering breasts.
"Thank you, Lady Penelope."
The older of the two was dressed in a hideous green jacket and striped slacks and had a receding hairline. This was the producer of the project. The other fellow looked more interesting, being about thirty years of age and well fit. Winstanley introduced the black skinned man as Shaft, a well known actor in the erotic film industry in the UK. Not being a porn aficionado, Penny had no idea that he was in fact a leading porn star, now turned director in addition to bedding hot babes on film. He was absolutely gorgeous with cropped black hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and big brown eyes. He was tall, at least six feet and then some, and had broad muscular arms under his sporty jacket.
The sight of him so close made even Penelope feel nervous and excited.
"So, you're an actor?" Asked she of Shaft.
"Yes. In my younger years I was what you would call a porn star. Now I'm going to direct. But still do the odd appearance in front of camera."
"Our audience are always expecting something unique, something fresh," continued the other. "Period shows are without question the most liked."
Penny sipped her hot tea and listened in acute fascination.
"Do go on. Most interesting."
Her blue-grey eyes never left the desirable body of Shaft. Likewise, he gazed at her as she crossed and recrossed her willowy legs every half a minute.
"Think of it" He said as he leaned forward in his seat. "A spoof film where hot and hung males vie for the attention and privilege of having sex with well characters such as Lady Rose or Lady Sybil. Or even the old Dowager. There's nothing that can be left to the imagination."
"My film sets are easily set up, M' Lady. We now have funds to us fully automated, multiple cameras. All remote controlled by the director. We would dress up the front of the main house to give the impression it's the year of 1920. And we have a wide variety of period costumes. I think the figure you were offered is certainly agreeable. What do you say?"
To answer the question was not one to ponder for the thrilled gentlewoman.
On one hand, it could not be denied that the week of shooting on her premises would be a slight nuisance, but on the other, she welcomed the idea without even thinking about it.
"Splendid. I'll have my legal team liaise with yours and I look forward to the shoot."
Penny rose from her chair and walked over to extend a hand to both, making sure to keep Shaft's hand in hers just a bit longer.
"Right. There's a lot to do. This is going take serious consideration and discussion with myself and Jerome."
"Agreed. Before you leave, it would be a pleasure to show Mister Shaft round the house and grounds. If he didn't mind, that is."
"Good idea. It would be a chance to pick the best rooms for the scenes. Okay. I'll catch up with you later, Hugo."
x
"You have a fine home, My Lady."
