Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against mantelpiece in his study checking the London Times for news of his various investments. Not only was he tall, with dark Byronesque good looks, but was also a very shrewd investor. He had bought into railways and steam ships when they were new and had improved his land holdings around Mayfair and Park Lane. He had opened the first multi-storey shop with food, millinery, haberdashery, men's clothing and footwear sections. The gentry came in droves and not only because of the uniqueness of the shop and the very high quality goods, but also because Tony had handpicked the staff. Lords were waited upon by buxom and well fed young wenches who took the time to ensure that their lordships were well fitted. Ladies were looked after by tall, handsome, well educated young men who not only took great care of milady's wishes in the store but were prepared to attend after hours to ensure a correct and therefore pleasurable fit.
Lord Anthony tossed the news sheet to one side and felt cock 'o' hoop. He was making huge sums of money far faster than he could spend it. He recalled with a glad smile the revels in the parlour the previous morning has he and Mrs. Forsythe, the housekeeper, had taught the god fearing Mrs. Haywood what sex was all about. By the time he had taken her between her massive tits as the final dΓ©nouement of a bout that had included her introduction to gamahuching, a lesson in the sucking of cock, and a fierce fucking, she had fainted yet again and did not respond this time to the housekeeper's smelling salts. His staff had wiped her down, dressed her and used his lordship's phaeton to transport her home. He supposed she would have lasted a bit longer if Mrs. Forsythe had not sat on her face and near drowned her with her downpourings. God, she was a horny vixen, that housekeeper of his. And to look at her, one would swear she should be running a home for unwanted lepers.
These pleasant ruminations were interrupted by Johnston, his Lordship's butler. "Morning my lord. I trust you had a pleasant night. I most certainly did. That young James has become most talented with his ....." He stuttered to a halt as he observed Lord Tony's hard stare.
"Johnston, you strange queer fellow. I do not wish to hear the details of your sordid liaisons with the boot boy. Just tell me when you have worn him out so that I can pay him off and replace him. You cost me a fortune and I seriously don't know why I put up with you. It certainly is not for your manners. In fact, with the extremely efficient, not to mention extremely raunchy Mrs. Forsythe running the house and overseeing Beechwood as well, there can be no reason to keep you, is there?"
"Sire, as you well know, I am in charge of your grooming and that is most important for gentlemen. I am proud to know that you are highly regarded as the best dressed lord in town. So there, send me off if you care to, but you will find none better."
"Perhaps you are right, Johnston, but keep your sordid little love life out of my sight and sound. Did you wish to announce anybody? I am quite sure I heard carriage wheels in the driveway."
"Er, yes my lord. It is Lady Eliza Montgomery and her daughter Carolyne."
"Well show them in, you ineffectual ponce. You do try me, you know."
Minutes later, Lady Montgomery and her daughter were ushered into his Lordship's presence, the mother grinning like a Cheshire cat recalling the poking she had got from him a few nights before, and the daughter gaping with open mouth at the astonishingly good looking Lord Millwood. Both curtseyed and allowed him to kiss the knuckles of their kid gloves.
"Lord Anthony Millwood of Beechwood, please allow me to introduce my daughter Carolyne....Carolyne, Lord Anthony." Lady Montgomery was dressed in the height of fashion in a pale yellow muslin dress with a deep dΓ©colletage that shaped her abundant curves and presented plenty of cleavage to his lordship's amused glance. She saw where his eyes were trespassing and a warm glint was revealed in her eyes. Her daughter was dark haired and not unattractive with beautiful skin and shining hazel eyes. Her figure would one day rival her mothers and although her pale green muslin was cut far less provocatively than her mater's, it was clear she possessed breasts of significance. As usual, his lordship's cock twitched as it smelled the prospect of a previously unexplored cuntal landscape.
"Your daughter has inherited your beauty, my dear lady. Perhaps some refreshments while you tell me the nature of this welcome visit?"