Lady FitzWilliam's Visit: A Tale of An Encounter
An expected visit was causing a buzz at Heaton, with me, the lady of the household, receiving numerous guests for meals and gatherings. While I'd hosted such events many times before, this particular visit was special - it would be my first as an independent hostess after the passing of my late husband.
In the morning, just before the visit, Bentley visited my room, pulled back the curtains, and brought me a cup of hot cocoa. He discussed details of the impending event with me while I inspected the physical attributes of his manhood, beautifully accentuated by the new-style pants he wore. This caused my sexual excitement to surge.
"The boys are all ready, my lady," Bentley remarked. "I thought perhaps a line-up of them for your viewing pleasure would be a nice start to this significant day."
I wasn't quite sure what he meant.
"Bentley, I believe you're suggesting a parade of young men for my personal appreciation," I said. "And a cleanup, perhaps? As there'll be interruptions today, I think it's advisable."
He had a point about potential distractions. The upcoming guests were the dowager from the neighboring village and her daughter, a woman in her late 40s with good looks but a haughty disposition. The daughter, a twenty-year-old late addition to the family, lacked vibrancy. The presence of these women might create temptations for the household lads.
A couple of hours later, Bentley arrived, this time in a more formal uniform with tailored pants that perfectly framed his manhood. He requested my attention, and Sarah, who had no knowledge of our earlier conversation, sensed my excitement and inquired about the cause. I decided to withhold the information for the sake of surprise.
At about 11, Bentley knocked on the door, and entered dressed in tight, buttoned trousers, a broad waistcoat, and an elegant jacket. He instructed, "When the lady is prepared."
I gestured to Sarah to rise. "Let's bring them in," I commanded.
One by one, the seven young men, all completely naked, except for jeweled baubles tied atop their hair, filed in and stood in front of us, respectfully staring at a point past my head.
Bentley moved to the head of the line and announced , "When the lady is prepared."
Approaching the first young man, Smythe, a youth who I'd introduced to climax during a group sexual event, I reached out and felt his soft skin, his hard nipples, my hand grazing his phallus, already starting to rise.
"See Smythe," I instructed Sarah, "how fresh he appears. Feel how delicate his skin is."
Sarah echoed my sentiments, sensuously caressing Smythe's body. Accidentally brushing his erect member with her dress, the tip of his phallus emerged even more from its home. "Your ladyship, how velvety he feels," she said appreciatively.
Holding Smythe's attention, I shared the delight of his warm, soft body with Sarah.
It was no wonder I found joy in Smythe's presence; as the first tug of my fascination with the young men of the house, he'd left an indelible mark on me. Brian lay second in line. With his erection swelling from my touch, his skin like marble.
My fascination with him had been the second chapter of my deviant readying to unroll after my experience with Smythe.
Dave was next, with his deep-brown skin and broad chest. During his preparation for the event, I'd spent his session stroking and admiring him.
Fifth in position stood Eddy, a slave brought to my household as a gift, later released because he showed no submissive tendencies and preferred equality. The chirping of the birds outside, along with the other sounds of nature beyond my study's window, enhanced his natural beauty. His emergent body stood proudly before me, perking up with every step.
Rowan, number six, translated the vibrant colors of a dewy patch of ivy. He stood in front of my fireplace with the heat of the room still on him. His erection was firm to the touch.
Rob captured the essence of a tranquil spring day. His chested and round form was a fountain of sentimentality, encapsulating the critical moment that marked the beginning of this new chapter in my life. As his hands remained clasped behind him, there was no denying how arousing this sight was.
Seventh came young Nick. His erected member gleamed, like a garden statue. As he obeyed the call for his inspection, his legs flexing fluidly.
Although I had desired all of them, I set my eyes on the brand-new staff member last. Red wore the same set as Smythe, with his head bowed.
"Care to meet your senior?" Bentley asked Red. When he shook his head, Bentley explained, "she's the mistress," and guided him to where I was.
Upon her entrance, Smythe bowed before me, as should a courtesan pay respect to her patron. No other opportunity seemed likely for such a spectacle, thus I insistently requested Smythe to remain standing, although it may have been seen as overtly provocative. Watching his impressive rise and fall intrigued me.
As tension filled the room, Sarah's steady gaze focused on Red. "It's true," she murmured. "He is beautiful."
Red replied, "Thank you, ma'am."
I nodded in agreement. He is indeed, I thought, eyeing him from head to toe_
While the seven different-colored men stood there, silently awaiting instructions, I leaned gently on Red, lifting his arms away and then skimming them back over his shoulders.
My movements could have been regarded as daring, but they stirred a deep longing within me. I yearned to feel Red's warm, naked body pressed up against me. I placed his hands behind my head, humming lightly. "Back," I instructed them.
As I moved through the men, feeling the texture of each one, I murmured to Sarah, "These horrid distractions shouldn't be here," and kissed Red's cheek. He'd brought a freshness into my life, a feeling of excitement and unapologetic desire.
Holding Red on one side, I took the hand of the young man in front of us and cleared my throat loudly. Everybody fell silent and yanked their eyes away from me. Leave them was all I wanted to say, my thoughts were scattered. The permission I sought was to watch, I acknowledged.
"His penis skin feels like silk," I told her, holding it before giving it to her.
"Yes, it's like touching rose petals, but with steel underneath," he replied.
We moved on to Stephenson, who was always well-groomed, as if just from a bath. Next to Smythe, he appeared dark and almost swarthy, with eyes so black we couldn't tell where he was looking. "Check out Stephenson," I invited Sarah. "Look at how smooth I made him." While saying this, I ran my hand over the hairless area around his penis, causing a reaction in both his penis and balls. "Please..."
Sarah reached out and touched his third penis in her life. "Yes, my lady, it's as smooth as butter," she confirmed.
"Turn around, boy," I instructed Stephenson. He did as he was told, and I pushed him to make him bend. "And look at how smooth he is even here," I informed Sarah, spreading his cheeks to reveal his pink rosebud.
"Oh, that's so pretty, my lady," Sarah remarked, regarding this lovely anus. "Does it bother you, my lady, to keep him so smooth?"
"No, not at all, Sarah," I replied, giving Bentley a saucy look. "If I'm too busy to take care of Stephenson, Bentley makes sure everything is done to my liking. Turn back, boy." Stephenson was mortified to be examined so intimately among his coworkers, who seemed amused by his embarrassment.
Next up was Daniel, ready before we even arrived. Sarah didn't need an introduction since he was so well-known for his red pubic hair and impressive member. He was wondering which of us had given him oral sex the previous day, so our joint inspection must have given him a clue. ("Ah Daniel," I praised him, admiring his creamy complexion. "What a lovely sight you create.") Sarah and I decided to simply watch as he grew hard.
"This is truly a beautiful sight, my lady," Sarah admired, looking at what had been in her mouth the day before. We decided not to touch Daniel's penis this time, so he wondered at our neglect.
Next in line was Erikson, beaming happily as we approached. Standing beside the whiteness of Daniel, Erikson seemed golden, as if he had been dipped in syrup and had one strand of Erikson's own syrup hanging from his semi-erect cock. I picked up the strand with my finger and sucked it off while looking Erikson in the eyes.
I expected the boys to need an explanation from Bentley, but he had clearly informed them of our morning plans. Each took his penis in hand and began to pleasure himself for our pleasure. Within moments, moisture formed on many of the penises' tips. Grabbing a handkerchief from my pocket - one I'd secretly torn earlier that day for this moment - I started to secretly stimulate myself while watching these fine young men Pleasure themselves for my entertainment.
How different were their methods of achieving their own pleasure! Daniel grasped his penis in a fist and tugged fiercely. His balls swung around. Smythe palmed his penis between one finger and thumb and softly rubbed it. Erikson, since he was circumcised, got his hand damp and then slowly pulled it back and forth over the tip, his head thrown back a little in contentment while still gazing at me. Stephenson caressed his testicles and occasionally prolonged to stroke his smooth little hole. This showed how liking being trimmed pleased him as much as I enjoyed his transformation!
I'll describe the other young men at a later time, but for now, our inspection was complete, and Sarah and I settled in to watch these beautiful, mostly erect young men pleasure themselves to completion — and watch me while they did it.
I wondered if the boys would need to ask Bentley for instructions, but he had clearly briefed them on what they were required to do this morning. Each took his member in hand and began showing his pleasure. Droplets formed at the tips of many of their penises. Picking a handkerchief from my purposely slit pocket, I felt myself as I watched these fine young men masturbating for my enjoyment.
And what various ways these young men had of reaching pleasure! Daniel took his penis tightly in his fist and jerked it, causing his balls to soar. Smythe massaged it more daintily, his testicles gently moving around. Erikson, having been circumcised, got his hand wet, then slowly slid it up and down the head, his head thrown back a bit in pleasure but his gaze still locked on mine. Stephenson caressed his testicles and sometimes reached under to stroke his hairless hole. So his enjoyment of his shaved state was similar to mine! As seen at https://arvosstore.com/store/reader/1950326/10.
We relished the view for a few minutes, leaning towards each other to discuss aspects like the foam formed by Daniel's pre-cum and the friction caused by his masturbation. Then when I spotted some of the guys could no longer restrain themselves, I stated, "Bentley, you may now climax."
This remark instantly elicited a splat from Daniel, who must've been on the verge of a climax for a while, and his semen landed at my feet. His body tensed with the orgasm before I kneeled down to lick the leftover semen from his tip.
Following this, Erikson, who seemed downhearted for not being given permission earlier, released a rope of sperm onto my dress and arm.
"It's okay," I reassured Erikson and teasingly traced the drip of sperm with my finger, leaving it on my tongue.
Now it was Stephenson's turn. He only needed to nod his head, and I granted him my consent with a slow closure of my eyes. By then, I was left facing him. As he granted his climax, his semen splattered on my face and chest.
Lastly, it was Smythe's moment. He softly murmured, "If it pleases my lady," and I found it pleasing. His semen flowed from the eye of his penis as he continued to push it with his two fingers and thumb. I caught the load in my hands, analyzed it for a moment, and then devoured it entirely, wondering about the differences between the distinct sperm and orgasms of these youths.
Shortly afterwards, I asked the boys to leave the room while Sarah cleaned up the floor, which seemed to be covered with their semen. I'm not certain if Sarah tasted the young semen due to the gleam in her eye as she was alone with it, but it might be possible.
For myself, I left with Bentley to my room to get ready for today's visitors. Upon re-entering the room, I saw Smythe, who was still in the kitchen tub washing his now-shrunken penis. Admiring his efforts, I approached the kitchen staff and talked about the food for the afternoon visit.
The cook was a tall, strong fellow from the north and had a gruff voice. His name was Anton, and he was assisted by two beautiful assistants - Bullock and Twee. "So Anton," I asked, "here's the list of foods I'm expecting for this afternoon's gathering. If you're happy with it or wish to offer alternative options…"
I didn't pay much attention to the tea, just glanced through the menu before signing off on it and headed back into the salon to ensure it was ready for guests. The room was immaculate, thanks to some unseen servants.
I didn't need to worry about any potential disclosures when the guests reached the house. It's customary for visitors only to encounter male servants, with women often working in the kitchen or cleaning invisibly, specifically those outside the household. I also had Sarah seated in a corner to maintain an air of propriety during the tea party.
Soon enough, Bentley announced the arrival of the Dowager Duchess of Duneaton, the Lady Minette Duneaton, and my lord, Lord Duneaton. In short, we'll call the Dowager Duchess, Sophie, to keep things brief. Although Sophie was a widow like me, she didn't reap any benefits from her late husband's passing as children seem to have limited her freedom. She was also extremely prim and proper. Just the thought of her seeing a table leg would cause her to blush.
The group entered the salon with loving words, which I somehow doubted were sincere. "My dear, how are you?" Sophie asked, approaching me warmly while her two one-dimensional kids linger behind her.
"I'm doing well as can be," I responded, contemplating the young men's sperm that lingered on my tongue at that moment. "And how are these two charming children? Let me examine you child…" I said to Minette, welcoming her with my outstretched hands.
Pretending to be a true English lady, I continued to feign affection while secretly consuming the semen of Sarah's young charges.
"Hey there, who's this dashing lad?" I joked, turning to the young Lord Duneaton. I had said it in a teasing manner, but as I looked at the young man, he actually was quite dashing, having matured into his appearance now that he was in his late teens. He had a strong nose, dark almost curly hair, a full, sensual mouth, and as I checked the rest of him, a promising trophy in the front of his pants.
"Have a seat," I instructed, motioning them to a group of chairs around a table. "Lord Duneaton, take a seat next to me so I can better appreciate these two lovely ladies." I nodded to Bullock and Twee, who appeared in their new formal uniforms, looking even more luscious than the tea: their pants were a brilliant white and tight enough to show the outline of their penises and balls. Sophie took a long, eager glance, and Minette's face turned bright red as Bullock stood beside her, nearly resting his bulge on the table while plate-feeding her. That's some clever direction from Bentley!
As we began our sandwiches and shared insignificant small talk, I slid my hand under the tablecloth and stroked Lord Duneaton's knee. His shock was evident, but it wasn't visible to his mother or sister. I removed my hand from his knee and moved it up his thigh, and apart from some slight blushing on his cheeks, he successfully hid my secret as I chatted with Sophie about the local news, none of which I truly cared about.
From his thigh, I slid my hand up to the young man's testicles and admired them in secret as I inquired about Sophie's new butler and how challenging it was to acquire domestic help. If you pay them well and let them enjoy your lips, then they wouldn't find it all that difficult, I silently concluded. The real story of Sophie was that she had married for a title but, once married, discovered that the late Lord Duneaton was wasting his fortune on gambling, drinking, and affairs when in town. It was quite a scandal, and she was eager to elevate her status by offering her son to a woman old enough to be his grandmother, knowing I had vast wealth and lacked any close relatives who could inherit it. She - and possibly he - saw a temporary marriage to an elderly woman as a worthwhile trade for such a substantial increase in fortune.
At this point, my hand reached the young man's hard, throbbing penis and I took pleasure in witnessing his secretive face as he maintained his composure while his mother droned on.
"And I hear you have two new horses!" she chirped, presumably envious of anyone who could afford such a thing and eager to hide her jealousy.
"Of course," I replied. "Gorgeous creatures. Since we've finished our tea, why don't I arrange for Bentley to take you and Lady Minette to see them? You both have a strong interest in such matters."
Sophie immediately sprang from her chair, dragging Minette behind her, keen to escape, believing I intended to interview her son as a potential match. Bentley was ready at the front door, waiting to lead them to the stables where their footsteps could be heard crunching on my gravel. Sarah, however, seemed content to remain in her corner, observing the imminent encounter.
"So, young man," I told Lord Duneaton, opting to disregard his title and thus lessen his stature. "Stand up so I can view what I've been feeling beneath the tablecloth with my hand."
Taken aback by my brazenness, he hesitated slightly before deciding, and he sauntered over, displaying a fine bulge in his pants.
"Come closer, kid." I directed. Obeying, he stepped towards me, and I touched the bulge in his pants, tracing my fingers along its length and cupping the section I imagined to be his testicles, all while he stood respectably with his hands at his back and avoiding eye contact.
"As you wish, my dear." He nodded, and my eyes locked onto his proud face. I undid the button at the front of his pants and let it drop. Underneath were the layers of his tucked-in shirt and undergarments. I was so fond of not having to deal with those pesky undergarments in our house. What a hindrance they are to a woman's pleasure with a young man.
I could feel his unease as I took hold of the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled them down until they were around his ankles, leaving him standing in front of me in his undergarments. I had no qualms about removing those, too, until there was only the fabric of his shirt standing between me and what appeared to be a thick, young penis.
Upon lifting the hem of his shirt, I discovered a penis that was almost too large to fit around in my hand. It was a dark color and protruded from a dense bush of black hair. "Oh my," I remarked, looking at him, pondering if I was the first woman to experience his manhood. "You are truly blessed, my young friend." I then called out to Sarah, "Come see what we have here."
The concept of a servant witnessing him naked was almost too much for the boy to bear, and his face flushed even redder as Sarah approached. He tried to hide his embarrassment, but it was futile as the now semihard penis became fully erect.
"Oh my lady, what a splendid sight," exclaimed Sarah mockingly, teasing him with his discomfort just as I was. "I'm sure it wouldn't fit in your hand..."
Following her lead, I reached for his erect member and squeezed it gently to feel its hardness. "Oh, you're correct, Sarah," I said, gesturing him to face her. She grabbed his manhood and played with it, causing his testicles to bounce between his legs and his buttocks to clench and unclench. Her face held an intense expression, a hint of a smile on her lips, and her tongue occasionally emerged.
"What a delectable treat this is," I said, turning to Sarah, bringing the young man back so his now fully erect member was near my face. I inhaled his scent, a mix of musk, vinegar, and a hint of rose. Such a delightful aroma. I then brushed my face against his penis, teasing him but still keeping it just out of reach. His need to have his member in my mouth was evident in his attempts to grab my head and force himself onto me, but I played the part of a tormentor.
But eventually, I did move my face back and wrapped those lips over the head of his impressive penis, looking up into his face to see his attempts to avert his gaze from mine. I felt the intensity of his urge growing, and he tried to warn me that he was about to reach his climax. With Sarah positioned behind him and my mouth still on his member, he had no way to pull out. I gave him a taste of my own teasing, prolonging the moment before he erupted.
As his thrusts became more frenzied, he clung to my head to gain more control, his penis sliding into and out of my mouth. His body tensed, and I felt the signs of his impending orgasm, he tried to warn me by squeezing my head, but I had no intention of backing away. With Sarah watching from behind, I took the boy's penis in deep within my mouth until it filled my throat.
The moment seemed to last until his whole body lost its tension, and his body relaxed. We were both left with his deflating penis on my chin, and Sarah continued to dab the remaining semen with a handkerchief to collect it. He smiled at me and said, "My lady!" in surprise as he sat back down on his chair, still with his pants and undergarments around his ankles, fully aware of what just happened.
"My lord!" I replied, matching his grin. "You certainly have a talent."
"I was about to make a similar comment about my woman," he remarked while looking more attractive than ever before.
"I can hardly imagine what your dear mother would have thought if she had stumbled upon us in the last few moments," I teased, causing him to laugh. He then stood up and adjusted his clothing. I grabbed his hand, led him closer, and gently kissed the head of his previously stiff penis.
"You should definitely visit for tea more frequently," I suggested with a grin.
