“Author’s note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story.”
The car, a long black limousine, had met my train in town. I barely had time to marvel at the quaintness of the small European village before the chauffeur had collected my bags and hastily trundled them out to the car, stowing them in the boot … trunk, to an unknowing American … and held the door for me to enter the back seat. We had followed the old narrow streets through town but were all too soon out in the countryside.
I marveled at the beauty of it. There were rolling hills covered in a patchwork of farm fields, all neatly divided by rows of trees or stone fences or an occasional babbling brook … I’d often wondered what a babbling brook was but here were examples scattered throughout the countryside. Farmers were in the field, some mowing hay, others baling. Still others were cultivating for a second crop, turning under what looked like the stalks of corn plants. I was impressed by how neat and clean looking it was. There was very little trash along the roadside and the fence lines were trimmed and the grass had been freshly mowed. We passed near some low lying mountains that gave the terrain a special elegance and then the roadway began to climb.
Even at that we were only fifteen minutes out of town when the car slowed and made a left turn into a sweeping driveway. Along both sides was a row of carefully manicure trees. The grass was cut to perfection, as if trimmed by hand with every blade seemingly at just the right length. We passed plots of annual flowers with bright pinks and yellows between every second pair of trees and then the drive began a series of quick switchbacks that let us climb rapidly and, although we drove for maybe a mile, we only covered a few hundred yards as we climbed onto a plateau.
No sooner had we topped out on the plateau than I nearly lost my breath. There, in a long oval table top, was a sprawling castle worthy of any medieval tale. Only the moat was missing. Three stories tall in the shortest locations and probably five or six at the peaks, it seemed to be square, or maybe rectangular, with big round parapets at each corner and smaller high-peaked towers one third of the way along each wall. The tops of every turret displayed a flag blowing gently in the soft breeze. It was like a picture out of a child’s storybook.
The driveway curved to the front of the castle and that is where the car stopped, although I noticed that the drive also continued along the far side of the huge building. The chauffeur came around the car and opened my door just as one of the front doors of the castle opened and a statuesque older gentlemen stepped out, followed by a whole stream of people dressed in various types of uniforms. They followed the first gentleman part way down the walk until he stopped, standing ramrod straight. The people silently divided and lined both sides of the walk, waiting at attention in total silence.
I stepped out into the sunlight, almost dazzled by the opulence that lay before me. In a trance, I stepped forward and was met by the old gentleman, who bowed slightly and said “Sir, welcome to Napoli Castle, your new home. I am Gerard and I am at your service, sir.”
I stuck out my hand and reluctantly he shook it. I said “Very nice to meet you, Gerard. I am Edward Revere.”
“Yes, sir. May I introduce you to your staff?” he asked, waving his hand at the two lines of people.
“Please, Gerard.”
Gerard turned to his left and followed just a step behind me as we went down the line. He introduced me to a cook, a cook’s maid, a downstairs maid, two upstairs maids, a handy man, a gardener, a gardener’s helper, a mechanic, a husbandman, a husbandman’s helper, a man-in-training, the chauffeur, and 29 personal assistants. Counting Gerard, it made for a staff of forty-three! There were nine men and thirty-four women! What did they all do? Even better, what was I, fresh from my accountant’s job in the States, going to do to support all these people?
Without getting into more than names and positions, I gave each person a handshake and a “Hello. Nice to meet you” and we moved on. When we had finished the introductions, Gerard led me inside and the staff followed and he directed them to go about their business. Then Gerard showed me some of the downstairs rooms.
There was a formal living room, a place to receive guests except for the most casual occasions. It was huge, with a twelve-foot ceiling and took up half of the front section of the castle, probably about forty feet wide and about a hundred feet long. It was furnished in early antique, with lots of dark wood and even darker draperies and upholstery. There was a fireplace at one end and on the inside side wall were at least eight couches and more chairs than I could count quickly. There were coffee tables everywhere, most with heavy glass insets in heavy wooden bases, each with a vase of fresh-cut flowers. The walls were mostly covered with tapestries but there were several pieces of fine art around the room. No doubt the furnishings alone had cost more than my former house in total.
Gerard continued the tour of the main floor, showing me the ballroom, the sitting room, the formal dining room, the kitchen facilities, the breakfast room and then we passed some of the servants’ quarters. By then I was feeling the drag of my travels so I asked Gerard if I could rest before we continued the tour. Apologetically he said of course and asked me to follow him to my own bedroom. Along the way he pointed out where the game room was, next to my suite, and the guest restrooms and the library, across the hall from my bedroom.
I was amazed at the size of my bedroom. It seemed to be as large as the ballroom, a cavernous place to say the least, and was furnished with all sorts of things that I had no knowledge of. The bed, dresser, two chests, and two closet cabinets were all made of dark heavy wood. The walls were a brighter color than the living room but they were mostly covered by paintings of naked Rubinesque women. There were even some realists’ paintings of couples in various positions of copulation but the one that really held my eye was on the ceiling directly above the bed: it was a young woman, totally nude, holding her legs wide open with a magnificent view of her open vagina, presumably waiting for a lover to penetrate her. The whole room was covered in very expensive erotica.
At first I thought Gerard and I were the only ones in the room but as my eyes gradually took in the splendor of the room, I realized that there were others in the room, at the far end, waiting expectantly. As I surveyed the whole area, it turned out that there were three women in the room with us, all three wearing what appeared to be French maids’ uniforms in black and white, with short skirts and high bodices. Gerard reminded me that they were some of the personal assistants. When I asked what their duties were, he replied “Whatever you want, sire.” I wondered just what that meant.
Gerard said that the chauffeur had brought in my bags and the assistants had unpacked for me already. He pointed out the entrance to my private bathroom and showed me how my clothes had been arranged in the chests and cabinets, then asked if he could do anything else for me. I said “No, I don’t think so. I’d like to rest for a while and then continue the tour but I think it would be okay for the staff to relax for a while also.” He gave me a little smile, bowed, and left, closing the door behind him.
At the same time, the three women approached me, all smiling and talking in a language I didn’t understand, presumably French. I asked if they spoke English and each nodded while one said “Unfortunately only a little, monsieur.”
“That’s better than my French” I said. “Maybe you can help me learn. I am very tired and want to rest a while if you will excuse me.”
I thought they would leave but instead they converged on me and began to undress me. One said “I hope you like girls, monsieur” and her hand clutched my crotch, which immediately began to grow stiff. She smiled and said something in French and the others smiled and continued their work. One knelt and took off my shoes and socks, carefully stowing them away under the bed, then helped take off my pants. When they tugged down my shorts, I started to protest but one said “Shhh. We will help monsieur relax. Please allow us to work.”
I was soon naked and one of the women pulled me to the bed where the covers had been pulled down. She nudged me until I was in the middle of the bed, my head propped up by a couple of giant pillows. The other two women, one probably early twenties and the other maybe in her mid-thirties, had shed their uniforms and underwear and climbed into bed wearing only their little white head ornament and dark stockings. One settled on each side of me while the third woman got out of her clothes too and climbed between my legs. While the first two gently rubbed my face and head and rubbed their breasts against my chest, the third woman started at my feet and licked and sucked every part of my body until she reached my crotch. When her mouth closed over my cock, I thought it was the most fantastic feeling I’d ever known. Personal assistants, huh?
Before long I was rock hard and the women exchanged comments in French, I think about the size of my implement. Then the one between my legs climbed up, straddled me and drove her pussy down around my tool. The other two moved up, settling so that their four titties were just level with my mouth. To suck any of four tits, all I had to do was turn my head and the nipples were right there waiting. My right hand found a wonderfully curved ass to fondle while the left one slid between a pair of legs and two fingers found their way into a warm, wet, welcoming cunt. My rider began a slow rocking fuck that took twenty-five minutes to make me cum, an explosion that started in my toes and rocked the top of my head. Only when the last drops had oozed out and one of the girls licked me clean did the three of them curl up around me and go to sleep with me, three soft warm bodies guaranteed to make a man feel good.
When I woke up about two hours later, the women were still there and one of them had a hand on my cock, which was semi-erect. It quickly filled out to full length and I found out that the women were all awake. I asked if one of them would like to do it doggy but they all looked at me questioningly. I made motions of a woman on her knees and the light dawned. Instantly all three of them were on their knees and I picked one and worked my cock into her soft cunt. I took several minutes but not as long as before until I dumped another load of cum into her hot love box. As soon as my cock slid out of her, one of the other women awkwardly insinuated herself between us and began licking my cock and balls until I felt fresh and clean.
When I indicated I wanted to get dressed, the three women hardly let me do anything, practically dressing me themselves, as if I was disabled or something. One of them pulled a bell cord and two minutes later, Gerard knocked on the door. I thanked the women for their attention and we continued the tour. I visited the game room and the library, took a quick whirl around the 36 suites on the second and third floors, mostly occupied by my personal assistants and the rest available for guests. Back on the ground floor, Gerard led me through the courtyard garden around which the various rooms lay and made sure that I saw the inside hot tub, of which my great-uncle had made frequent use with his personal assistants.
We went through the back side of the house and out into the rear courtyard, where there was another massive hot tub, a croquet court and a tennis court. Beyond them was a long oval swimming pool in the center of the Castle Annex, a U-shaped building of the same architecture as the Castle itself. The first floor contained pool dressing rooms and more guest suites while the upper two floors contained the remaining servants quarters. Behind the annex proper but still in the same architecture was a monstrous garage and a “small” stable … Gerard informed me that the main stable was in the valley but that the husbandman kept a “few” horses, maybe two dozen, in the small stable for the master of the castle and his guests to ride.
I asked Gerard how the staff was taking the change in ownership … my great-uncle, whom I had never met and scarcely knew existed, had died five weeks before at the age of 81 and left his entire fortune, including the castle, to me as his only heir. The visit from a French attorney had been a total shock. At first I thought it was a prank by some of my old college buddies but it turned out to be true. Gerard stated that they had all been devoted to my uncle but now they were looking forward to working for me, although there was some trepidation that I might fire some or all of the staff and hire my own choices.
I asked Gerard why my uncle needed so many personal assistants. He explained that, while my uncle had never married, he had hired the women with the understanding that they would take care of his “personal” needs and he would marry the first one that gave him a son, an heir to his estate. However none of them became pregnant by him … one had become pregnant but a DNA test proved that it was by another man, so she was promptly fired. My uncle had promised to care for all of the women but his son and wife would be in a most advantageous position, of course.
I was soon to find out that, while I might temporarily own the castle, that ownership would terminate at the end of five years if I did not have a blood-related male heir who had national citizenship. The law of the land did not allow me to obtain such citizenship for myself. That meant that the only way to retain the castle and its fortune was to sire a son who would be born in the country, thus bestowing citizenship on him. I realized that I suddenly had great reason to retain the personal assistants, other than my own lust for their beautiful bodies.
By the time we had finished the tour, it was nearing eight o’clock and a small tinkling bell announced that dinner was ready to be served. Gerard stated that monsieur usually ate at one end of the huge table in the formal dining room. I asked if it would be all right if I ate in the breakfast room and he assured me that it would. When I asked if any of the staff would be eating with me, he looked horrified and I knew I had committed a major faux pas. The servants would eat in the kitchen, as they always did. So I asked Gerard if he would announce a staff meeting right after dinner in the sitting room … at least it was large enough for everyone to have a place to sit close enough that we could all talk.
Even though dinner was “informal” and I ate by myself, it was served in courses by the cook and the cook’s maid. It was a meal fit for a king and I complimented the cook on her exceptional culinary skills. She was a heavyset woman in her late forties, I guessed, with huge tits that she barely kept out of the plates she carried. When I complimented her, she turned red in the face from embarrassment and bowed, almost spilling her boobs out of her white uniform dress. I couldn’t help but stare at the milky white flesh and lick my lips. The next time she delivered a dish, I noticed the top button of her dress had come undone and more of her cleavage showed. After the final dish, a sweet bread pudding, I thanked her again … for everything. It was obvious that she knew exactly what I meant.
After I wandered down to the sitting room, Gerard offered me a huge Cuban cigar but I declined. The staff members quickly moved in and settled in around me. I was a little surprised that several of the PA’s chose to sit on the thick carpet. Maybe it was so they could be closer than the chairs. However it only took seconds to ascertain that none of them were wearing underwear … with most of them sitting cross-legged or leaning against a piece of furniture with their legs splayed out, their bare pussies were a testimony to their reason for being there. I was awestruck by the number of curly haired cunts staring back at me.
I started “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your welcome of me to Napoli Castle. I am overwhelmed with the beauty of the place and appreciate everything you do to make it thus. At this point, I cannot imagine anything that could possibly be done better than what you are doing. Thus I would like to ask each and every one of you to please continue in your current assignment. Rest assured that I have no plans to make staff changes. If you have questions about your assignment or you are unhappy, I would ask you to speak with Gerard first and then we will see if we can amend the situation. Are there any questions?”
There were none so I continued “This place is so large that I’m sure it will take me a long time to fully comprehend what goes on here so I would ask your indulgence. If you see me doing something that I should not, please let me know. Do not be afraid to speak. I really will appreciate your candor. Also I’m sure I’m going to be asking a lot of dumb questions until I get up to speed, so I will ask for your patience in answering so that I might learn. I am not used to the formality that seems to have been very natural here. I know that I have already offended Gerard unintentionally and I will probably do it again inadvertently.” There was a snicker through the staff. “Okay. I thank you for your continued support and please let us know if you have any suggestions for changing the estate. Thank you for coming.”
As the staff rose, I said “Can I ask the personal assistants to stay with me a few more minutes, please.” The women sat back down and the rest of the staff left.
When the door closed, I said “Thank you for staying, ladies. I wanted to talk with all of you about your jobs. What is your understanding of what you are to do?”
They looked around and finally one spoke. She said “Our job is to take care of the personal needs of the master … you know … fuck him whenever he wanted to. You are now the master so we are here to fuck you whenever you want to. The former master also wanted an heir but he did not sire any children.”
“Thank you” I said. “That is about what I had come to understand. Do you think you can serve the same assignment with me as the master?”
Around the group, there was a chorus of yesses and nods. I said “Before you decide, let me say that I will probably want your services more often than my uncle did. I’m guessing that I will want to take advantage of your offer anywhere from three to five times most days although, looking at the beauty of this group of ladies, it just might be more.” There was a giggle from them and lots of smiles. One of them, a magnificent blonde, said “That will be more than acceptable with us. We have been getting . . . how do you say it? … very horny.” Again there was a chorus of agreement.
I said “You may or may not know that the country requires that I have an heir with local citizenship within five years. Since I am not married, I would like to continue the same agreement about having a son. Will that be acceptable with you all?” Looking around, there was complete agreement. “And after one of you gives me a son, the rest of you will continue to stay with us in the same capacity, I hope.” Again there was agreement.
“Okay, ladies, I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you. Thank you for staying.” I stood to indicate that the meeting was over. The beautiful blonde came toward me but stopped six feet away. Lifting her skirt, she revealed a completely bare pussy and said in a Scandinavian accent “Please, would you get to know me tonight? I am very much in need of good fucking.”
I replied “Yes, please stay with me. Also, ladies, if one or two of you wouldn’t mind, I’d like you to spend the night with me and … this lady.” Suddenly there was a clamor as the whole group crowded around and wanted to be chosen. Finally I just picked two and said “Okay, I promise that I’ll get around to all of you in the next few days. Does anyone keep track of your fertility times?”
They didn’t seem to know what I meant. I said “The time of your cycle when you are most likely to get pregnant.” Everyone called out a name and pointed to one woman, probably one of the older ones. I told her that I would like to meet her the next morning and go over her information about the ladies and she said that she would be available at my convenience. With that the group broke up and only the three chosen women stayed with me.
The blonde, who was nearly as tall as me, had a great body, with big tits that showed absolutely no sag and a magnificently round butt. I knew immediately because she brushed up to my side and pulled my left arm around her and quickly brought my hand up under her skirt to rest on her bottom. She smiled at me and I could only smile back. This looked like a great night. One of the other women had already taken out my cock and was in the process of licking my balls. It was a slow trip into the hall, down to the corner, around to my room and then into bed. The women stripped me of my clothes, doffed their own and set about having fun helping me fuck Inga, the big blonde who was indeed Swedish. She proved to be one of the best fucks I had ever had and I promised myself that I was going to try to see that she didn’t go so long without getting well screwed after this.
The evening with the three women in my bed went all too swiftly with one sexual pleasure after another. Before we all fell asleep in a huddle, I had deposited fresh loads of my sperm in each wonderful pussy and the women seemed to purr their appreciation as we snuggled together, every one of them holding some part of my body. During the night when I got up to take a leak, one of the dark-haired women offered me her spread legs as relief of my all too obvious erection when I came back to bed. It only took a few quick strokes to reach a climax and then we were soon asleep with the others.
In the morning, Gerard brought a breakfast tray with juice, coffee, and rolls for everyone. No one was embarrassed by the nudity of the group and Gerard didn’t even appear to notice it. He went about the business of setting out clothes for me, casual since I was not planning on leaving the castle grounds that day. After we had eaten, the three women took a shower with me in a surprisingly large shower, one which had three shower heads and one hand-held head on three of the four walls of the large square device. After we dried off, the women donned their uniforms and went to their quarters while I dressed and went to the office to meet with Elena, the woman with information about the personal assistants.
I was quite amazed at just how much information she had on each of the women. She not only had data on their menstrual cycles, she had names, birthdays, ages, weights, heights, measurements, country of origin, citizenship status, education, and family data. I found out that my little group of 29 assistants consisted of seven French women, three Swedes, one Swiss, two Spaniards, two Italians, one Dane, one Russian, a Japanese, one Chinese, two Canadians, two Americans, one Brazilian, one Argentine, one Pole, one Lithuanian, one Turk, and one Aussie. It was a far more diverse group than I had imagined and I wondered how I would fare dealing with so many cultures, few of which I really knew anything about.
Elena, one of the two Spaniards, was very computer literate and kept the information about the women on a computer and thus was able to produce a list in any format almost instantaneously. Her first cut had been by fertility dates and we would use that for months to come to schedule when I would fuck which of the assistants … although I did not adhere to that list strictly!
We worked out a schedule whereby four assistants would be assigned to me as my primary targets/partners for the day. If I went through that group and wanted more, I could either begin again with the same women or select anyone I wanted to from the rest of the group. Elena suggested that I try to avoid playing favorites though, at least until after I had a son. Beyond that it wouldn’t matter.
I asked “Could you please arrange for different uniforms for the women: I wanted them to keep the short skirts and no underwear but I want low-cut bodices so they could also show off their cleavage.”
“Si, senor,” she said, “although your uncle did not like for the ladies to show off their tits.”
“Well, I do,” I replied.
She smiled and said “We will have them changed as soon as we could make arrangements.”
By mid-morning after I took my pleasure with Elena, she took the schedule upstairs and met with the entire group, explaining what we had agreed. She said that there was no opposition to the plan and the first four women were soon at my side, awaiting whatever I gave them to do for the day.
I went to the office to begin learning about my new responsibilities. My great-uncle had owned three industries … a chain of pharmacies, a nationwide financial institution similar to a credit union, and a chain of heating oil offices that covered most of France, some of Germany, much of urban Brazil, and about a third of Spain. Although all of those businesses had their own management, my uncle apparently kept his finger to the pulse of them all to ensure that they were not going sour … Gerard informed me that once a week he visited with management of one or another of the businesses and otherwise he kept track of them through a computer connection with his desktop computer in the study. My uncle had left Gerard with a set of instructions on how to use the computer, including required passwords for the various programs. I admit that I was surprised that a man of his age relied so much on a computer. Now I guess I would too.
Just before noon, having concentrated on the information on the computer, I was overcome by the openly available pussies. Clearing a space on the desk, I laid one of the women in the open space and pumped her sweet cunt slowly until my balls emptied of their load. I was still holding onto her hips as the last drops drained out of my tool when Gerard announced lunch.
We walked around to the breakfast room, where I told Gerard that I wanted to start a new tradition. Since I did not like eating alone and four of the women would be with me every day, I wanted them to take their meals with me wherever I ate and he conceded that could be done. Quickly places were set at the small table for the four women and they giggled through the meal with me, heady at such a break from protocol. When I reached my left hand between the legs of the woman to my left, she spread her legs and let me finish the meal with two fingers inside her cunt, seeming to relish the attention.
After lunch, Gerard stated that my uncle had often taken a horseback ride in the afternoons, although sometimes he preferred late mornings or early evenings. He asked if I would like to continue that tradition. I thought that might be nice, at least when the weather was good, so he called the husbandman to have five horses saddled. Gerard offered to go but I said that we would be fine so he described the estate and suggested a route we could take that would consume an hour or a little more if we let the horses walk.
The horses were all well trained and beautifully groomed. They were saddled with English riding saddles, soft and low-lying on the horse’s back with no pommel, unlike the Western saddles I was used to. The husbandman helped each of the women mount their horses, never blinking an eye at the bare cunts and asses that wound up just inches from his face as he helped them up. Off we went.
Once we dropped off the top of the plateau and headed into the valley, we could see no other houses. There were fence rows, some of stone, some of trees, all very neatly laid out and then there was a large wooded area that the path headed into. Following Gerard’s instructions, we found several paths that were well-defined and obviously we could have deviated any number of times.
By the time we had plodded into the wooded area, one of the women noted that the pace of the horse would make a great motion for sexual activity. I agreed and with just a little effort, I lifted her onto my horse and she turned so that she was facing me and straddling my horse … well, straddling me would be more like it. We eased her down on my exposed erection, one of the other women led her rider-less horse and we resumed our tour. Sure enough the rocking, side-to-side motion of the walking horse provided a magnificent fuck. In fifteen minutes, she had cum three times and I shot a load into her. Only reluctantly did the woman remount her horse.
A few minutes later as we were coming up out of the wooded copse and turning in a wide circle that would take us back to the castle, another of the women asked if she could try the riding fuck. When I helped her onto my horse, she turned in the same direction as me and leaned over my horse’s neck, letting me enter her doggy style. The end result was very similar for both of us: she came four times and I shot another load into her hot box, although it took nearly twenty minutes for me. It didn’t take a genius to know that horseback riding with the women was going to become a daily activity for us.
I fucked my way through Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday of that week, averaging seven cums a day in that period but spreading them only between each day’s four women. On Friday, I had my four companions dress in more formal business dress and Gerard arranged for a helicopter to pick us up at the helipad and ferry us the seventy-two kilometers into Paris, where a hired limousine took us to a meeting with the credit union’s board of directors. For the limousine ride, one of the ladies pulled up her unusually long skirt and sat on my exposed schlong, slowly working me into an orgasm just before we arrived.
The meeting was rather boring, I thought, in spite of the fact that the credit union meant so much to my fortune. Finally I stated that I thought the board was doing a great job and asked them to keep up the good work. After nearly two hours, we were back in the car and headed to one of the city’s finest restaurants for lunch. We were all impressed with the deference shown to the party by the maitre’d and waiters, who catered to us as if we were celebrities. In fact as we left the building, there was a quick flash of lights as someone took pictures and one of the girls quietly said that it was the paparazzi.
Once back in the air, I was feeling randy again and one of the girls, pretending to be exclaiming over the scenery, actually worked her pussy up and down my flagpole as we tried to hide our actions from the pilot. It was a rather satisfying fuck.
I began to get the hang of things. Every day for six days I spent my mornings in the office working on the computer, split by screwing one of the four women mid-morning or two if I was especially horny. We had lunch together and then rode horseback in the afternoon, highlighted by one or two riding fucks. The rest of the afternoon might include a little tennis or croquet and always a swim and some time in the hot tub, which invariably included some fooling around with the magnificent pussies that were always with me. After dressing I had dinner with the ladies, spent some time in the game room shooting pool or something similar and then we retired to my suite for a night of revelry.
My suite furnishings included some devices that I learned about only slowly, devices placed there to be used in the pursuit of sexual pleasure. There was a fuck-and-suck hammock, a double-decked hammock device that would accommodate one or two women with one at mouth height and one at dick height so that a standing man could eat pussy at the same time that he fucked another. There were four unique suspended cargo nets for holding the ladies in easy-to-screw positions. There were three different velvet-covered sawhorses with different foot and hand positions to spread a woman into different positions for doggy style screwing. There were several velvet-covered ropes for suspending a woman with arms and legs up, leaving her cunt spread, open and available from any direction. Some other devices I would have to learn to use gradually because I was too fond of some of the first ones I tried.
The remaining day of the week, usually a Friday, Gerard arranged for our transportation to one of the three industry headquarters for a meeting with the directors or members of upper management. I felt like all of them were doing a good job and reassured them that I thought my uncle had chosen well and hoped they would continue to work in their current capacities. That seemed to allay some fears that I would be making wholesale changes.
Each board was asked to arrange for a different dining experience for me and my companions after each visit, resulting in a wide variety of opportunities that I probably would never have chosen on my own but which were very broadening and I appreciated that. With each trip, whether in a limousine or helicopter or small business plane, the girls and I found time and ways to fuck so that by the time we got back to the estate, I had usually plowed each of them at least once. After dinner we cavorted in my bed and I tried to fuck each of them again before I actually retired for the night, although sometimes I just couldn’t muster a load for the fourth woman, in which case I made sure that I plowed her when I got up for my mid-sleep pee.
By my tenth week at the estate, a home pregnancy test proved that one French woman and the Russian were both pregnant. Now it only remained to see if they were boys or girls.
By the fifth month, there were seven assistants who were pregnant and so was the air around the estate, waiting to see which would bear the first male child. Inga and one other Swede, an American, the Brazilian, and the Pole were all pregnant. It was beginning to look like a bumper crop year for offspring.
In my sixth month, Gerard informed me that a long-standing tradition had the castle hosting a “ball” for about 300 guests in the following month, a “harvest ball” at the beginning of the fall season. He asked whether I would be continuing the tradition or skipping it. I replied that we must of course continue the tradition. He said that he would get the staff right on it.
He immediately prepared a guest list that included the social upper-crust of the Lorraine area of eastern France, some guests from Germany, Switzerland, Italy and Spain, and the management of my three industries, for which the companies would arrange plane transportation into Epinal and a helicopter ferry from the airport to the estate. Of course the ferry would be available to our guests from other countries as well plus some dignitaries from the government who would be arriving from various cities.
After the invitations were dispatched, Gerard began working on hiring temporary help, including valet parking attendants, extra kitchen help, a doorman and servers. When Gerard informed me that the dress would be formal and he would arrange to have a tailor fit me for a tuxedo, I told him that I wanted my assistants to all be fitted for evening gowns and all appropriate accessories. I don’t think he approved of me having them attend the ball but if I was going to marry one of them and also support any other offspring we created, I certainly was not going to hide the women and I made that clear to him. He told me that the ladies would be propositioned several times by guests during the ball; I told them that they would be free to respond any way they wanted to the propositions, as long as none of them became pregnant … I assured them that DNA tests would be performed on babies conceived around that time.
Gerard suggested that we also arrange for some new flags for the estate, traditional colorful triangular banners to fly from the various parapets and flag poles around the estate and I agreed with him. Obviously this ball was not going to be cheap. Fortunately I could now afford it.
When the time for the ball rolled around, the estate looked fantastic. I was really moved by the work all the people had done to make this thing happen. The guests began to roll in about 7:15 P.M. When anyone arrived, the doorman ushered them into the formal living room and announced them by name and home location. I tried to greet everyone but was afraid that I might have missed some. My assistants, dressed in a rainbow of brightly colored gowns in satin material, mingled with the crowd and helped put the guests at ease.
By eight o’clock everyone had arrived and we made our way to the dining hall where everyone was seated and service began immediately. The meal consisted of seven courses and the servers were kept hopping throughout the nearly two hours it took to finish the meal, deliberately slow so that everyone could visit and get to know each other. At ten o’clock we all migrated to the ballroom for a short concert by a local pianist and then slow dancing to the accompaniment of a small orchestra from Nancy.
I was amazed at how many beautiful women, both young and old and in between, I danced with and how many of them just seemed to exude sex. I was frequently grabbed by the butt and no few times was my crotch squeezed as ladies propositioned me to grace their beds … some in spite of husbands, some for lack thereof. After I was groped, I took the opportunity to reply in kind with several of the ladies, even some of the married ones, feeling up both their bottoms and their tits. Not one of them complained. Three times in the five hours, I sneaked into my bedroom with one of the ladies, raised her skirts, put her in the hammock and proceeded to fuck her. I was a little worried about one of them who showed a dark cum stain on the bottom of her red gown when she went back into the ballroom but either nobody noticed or nobody cared.
Guests who drove began leaving by three o’clock in the morning and some we ferried by helicopter to not-too-distant locations. Some out-of-towners we put up at the local hotel which we had reserved in total. However the more important out-of-town guests were put up in the guest suites of the castle, seventeen couples in all. In the morning when the airlines were running, we would ferry them to the airport while cars were moving the ones from the hotel to the airport. Meantime I retired to my bed with my four companions while the staff put the castle to “bed.” I got a quick piece of ass from one of my partners and was sound asleep the minute my head hit the pillow.
I was awakened at 5:15 by a soft knock on the door. One of the assistants ran to answer it and the wife of the Minister of Industry stepped in, not at all intimidated by the nudity of me and my four lady friends. She was an extraordinary beauty of nearly 50 years of age and was dressed in a flowing diaphanous gown of a light-colored material. The strong light from the doorway vividly displayed her very voluptuous body through the diaphanous material. She said that her husband’s snoring had kept her awake, as usual, and she wanted to know if she could join us in my bed for a while and maybe have a little fun that she was missing with her husband.
While the lady talked, she stepped out of the jacket and night gown, revealing a magnificently shaped body with really heavy boobs which showed very little sag in spite of their weight. Her ass was wonderfully round and her waist was so small I could almost have put my hands around it. The assistants made room for her and I soon found myself servicing her needs in the missionary position with the four assistants helping both of us with hands and open mouths. Before she went back to her guest room two hours later, the sun was trying to penetrate the heavy drapes and she had a great smile on her face from her seven orgasms.
It took most of the next week for the pace of things around the estate to return to normal and by then I began to receive invitations to have dinner with my guests at their various residences. Almost all of the invitations came from female guests. There were so many of them that I had to request different dates from many of them but by taking two to four invitations per week, I had dinner with forty-one guests or guest couples within thirteen weeks.
The invitations surprised me in that eleven were from single women and thirteen were from widows while seventeen were from married women. I expected the dinners to be cozy little affairs with me and the woman, and her husband where there was one. Actually only ten of the husbands attended while the rest were “detained on business.”
Even more surprising was the aftermath of the dinners. In all but two cases … both with single women … the end result was a long satisfying roll in the hay after dinner. Some of the ladies were very subtle with their hints about what they wanted while others just came out and asked me to fuck them, several even in front of husbands who seemed amused at my discomfort and not one who objected to me having sex with their wives.
The tradition among the “upper class” in the land was for men to marry women who were much younger than they, often twenty or even thirty or more years younger, and when they were no longer able to satisfy the ladies, allow them to dally with the stud of their choice so long as they were discrete about it. In these cases, I heard that I was now one of the most eligible men in the Lorraine area, whether I was going to marry the mother of my heir or not. Besides, my assistants had told the women at the ball that I was a much better lover than most American men they knew … bigger, longer-lasting, quicker to recover … and I was not as arrogant as most Italian or French men, so they all wanted to try me. I didn’t know if any of that was true but I was quickly learning to like the outcome.
The mayor of Epinal watched for more than two hours while I fucked his beautiful young wife, staining the crotch of his suit pants when he jacked off. However he cheered every time she shouted out her pleasure as she climaxed, all eight times … four while I ate her pussy and four while I fucked her. After I dressed, he told me that he would be absolutely delighted if I would “service” his wife just as often as I could, whether he was home or not although he would like to be home to watch. She didn’t say anything but her three minute tonsil-cleaning kiss said it all.
In my eleventh month on the estate, Inga was the fifth woman to give birth but the first to have a boy child. We did verify by DNA that I was the father, although I had little doubt. She and I were married in a quiet little ceremony … with 500 guests … just five weeks later.
She made a perfect wife, in my opinion. She expected me to continue to fuck all the women I wanted to, including both the personal assistants and those who had become friends as guests at the ball and the wedding. She expected that I would provide for her own needs a little more often than in the past but she was not demanding and I had no problem screwing her at least three times a week.
Even after the wedding, invitations to dinners kept coming in. Although Inga was invited, she seldom went, telling me that I should go and enjoy the delights of my hostess. By the time we had been married a year, I had fucked 152 women outside the castle and 34 inside it … four assistants had left my employ to seek other opportunities and were replaced with new cunts. Plus the cook let me suck her tits and her clit and then had fucked my brains out and repeated the same thing about once a month since then.
In addition to a lot of one-time sessions with different ladies of society, I had visited a number of the women multiple times. The mayor’s wife had become a regular partner, as had the wife of the Minister of Industry albeit on a slightly less often schedule. Other regulars were the wife of the chief solicitor, the wife of the hotel owner, the wife of the hotel manager, the widow of a former mayor, the widow of a wealthy real estate broker, the daughter of that same widow, the wives of seven different gentlemen farmers, the widowed mother of the banker, his wife, and their divorced daughter.
The banker’s family proved to be an intriguing situation. His mother was 58 when I first met her, a beautiful well-educated woman with a wonderfully preserved body. I visited her bed first and made her squeal like a little piglet when she had orgasm after orgasm for nearly two hours until she finally said she couldn’t take it anymore. Although she lived in a detached apartment in back of the banker’s house, he and his wife heard us and he sent his wife to find out if I could do anything for her … he had lost interest in sex and spent all his time thinking about making money.
His only sexual interest was in nursing at his wife’s tits so she had kept her boobs lactating since their last child had quit nursing more than 20 years earlier. So I sucked her tits and fucked her pussy until she yelled uncle, having cum frequently in over an hour with my cock buried deep inside her. During the commotion, the banker’s daughter came home from a date, heard the racket and came to investigate, finding both her mother and grandmother in bed with me. She decided that it sounded good enough that she would try it too and, after licking my cock and balls until I was again erect, I screwed her for nearly an hour and got her off several times. Fucking the three of them became a bi-weekly event and eventually both the banker’s wife and his daughter became pregnant. The banker claimed both children, a boy and a girl, as his own and I didn’t want to disabuse him, although I kept plowing the ladies, a little less frequently, until the children were into their teenage years.
I continued my usual work and my weekly visits to my business interests. Inga made an occasional trip with me but only if she wanted to do some shopping for herself or the baby during my meetings or was particularly interested in visiting a certain favorite restaurant. She assured me that she thought I should continue to take the assistants with me on each trip, knowing that I would take time to fuck one or two of them before we returned home.
Although I had stopped trying to impregnate any of the assistants, there were nine baby girls and four baby boys born within a seventeen-month span among my not-so-little harem. I loved them all and their mothers and made sure that they were all well taken care of. As the years passed, there was a slow stream of them that moved on looking for husbands and I always sent them away with a generous dowry and a glowing reference for any other employer.
Only one assistant ever came back wanting her job again after deciding that more years with me would be far preferable to trying to get a husband when so few seemed to be available. I screwed her regularly for three more years before introducing her to a middle manager at the credit union and, even though he knew of our arrangement, they made a great couple and finally raised a family of three beautiful girls. I never had problems hiring replacements for the personal assistants, unless narrowing the field down to the final candidate was a problem.
Many of my local “friends”, once getting an opportunity to be fucked on the equipment in my bedroom, wanted our regular meetings to be there because of the variety of sensations generated by the diversity of tools. Especially when two women came together, as happened with some frequency, they liked to use the double decked fuck hammock; after all, I was not only a good fucker, I had also learned to be a great pussy eater and doing two twats at the same time was a great treat. Quite a few ladies liked being bent over one of the several sawhorses because the different foot and hand locations generated some fantastic fucks with feelings that a normal missionary or doggy fuck did not yield.
During my second year, I found a supplier of adult toys who provided me with a few items to try. After sampling what some of them could do, I began to buy some of his things by the case or by the gross. For instance, Ben Wa balls were a great hit with the assistants, especially the musical ones. They could insert them, or let me insert them, and keep them inside their vaginas while they went about their tasks of the day, getting great pleasure from the movement inside themselves.
Another hit was a remote-controlled torpedo vibrator, one that could be remotely operated from a distance up to several miles. If not on, the impact was less than the Ben Wa balls but similar; when on, the impact could be quite spectacular with some of the women. I convinced many locals to put one inside and leave it unless it had to be removed for intercourse. Then daily I would go through my control panel where all the controllers were labeled with the host woman’s name and I would give them a little hands-off thrill three or four times a day.
Some women who preferred anal stimulation let me fit them with a fantastic little anal vibrator which oozed lubrication and gave their anus great stimulation, so much that some of the ladies would soon be having constant orgasms and were unable to do anything else. For those I had to keep the time down to a specific limit. Some of the women who used one device or another never let their husbands know that I was having remote sex with them even when they were unaware of it. For those women, when I met them face-to-face, our intercourse was invariably especially hot and steamy, even if it was just lusty fucking instead of true love-making.
In the summer of my fourth year, I purchased a new industry, a bicycle manufacturer and distributor. Although it would seem to be a limited industry, bicycles are big in Europe and Asia, both as a means of travel and as racing machines. It is totally incomprehensible to most Americans how important the annual cycling tours are in every country of Europe, like the Tour de France and the Tour Italia. Literally millions of people turn out to watch those races and cheer for their favorites and the bicycle brands get enormous recognition. Although we were considered a modest player in the market, I set the goal for management of becoming one of the top five manufacturers for both domestic and racing use machines within five years. It meant a whole new outlook on research and development, design, and even manufacturing and thus shook up the sleepy little industry.
Because the offices and plants were all located in Limoges, it added a new destination to my weekly treks to check on my investments. For a while, I was visiting the Ardenne Cycles plant once a week in addition to my other trips. It was necessary for me to get to know the Limoges mayor and councilmen as well as bankers and real estate people plus my own board of directors.
It was interesting how all of them reacted to my plans to shake up the plant … everyone bent over backwards to make sure they kept their jobs or that I kept the plant in place and expanded it in their city to create growth. Whether it was because of the four young women who always traveled with me, even though they constantly changed, or through rumors from the Epinal area, women were soon thrust on me as an incentive to be happy with Limoges and to keep things going there.
I had women from the plant and suppliers, wives of managers and directors, wives of government officials, and other local women virtually draped over me on every visit. I took advantage of almost every one of them, frequently having to postpone screwing my own assistants until on the return trip. Some of the women, like the Scandinavian wife of the under-mayor, became regular partners almost immediately, meeting with me on every trip and screwing my brains out. Since he was assigned by the mayor to keep me happy and his wife expressed interest in helping him succeed, I fucked that beautiful blonde once or twice a week for almost three years before I began to make the trip less often. I often wondered if it was just a job for her or if she really liked it as she said. I think she liked it.
Every so often I received an invitation to participate in something other than a one-on-one fuck and I usually accepted those invitations. A commercial banker in Paris, who maintained a home in Saint-Etienne, put together a fifty-person orgy at his Saint-Etienne estate and invited Inga and I to participate. Inga was in her sixth month with our second child so she declined but suggested that I take three or four of my assistants. I asked for volunteers and was inundated with them so I wound up picking seven girls to take … the banker confirmed that he would have no problem accommodating them and added a couple of extra men to his guest list. I spent the night fucking twelve pussies that I had never been in before and loved them all.
An industrialist acquaintance in Limoges invited me to a three-on-one with his wife and another male friend … that turned out to be a wild evening of sex as she took everything the three of us had to give, repeatedly servicing all three of us simultaneously and even begging for more when the three of us were spent.
I participated in at least twenty-two two-on-ones with a man and his wife or a man and his girlfriend before Inga asked if she could try it. I invited one of those men to join me and we screwed Inga off and on for several hours until she had to quit because her anus got sore. However, she convinced me to continue the practice since then and we have been inviting one of my former hosts to join us once a month.
The greatest two-on-one woman that I have been involved with is a lady who was 58 years old the first time I joined another of her male friends inside her. She was the widow of an Epinal industrialist and she said that she had to make up for all the years of not having any sex at all. I believe she would have fucked both of us all night long if we could have lasted that long but, invariably after three or four orgasms, her friend was finished, and I usually spent a couple more hours on her by myself before I hit my limit. She loved it enough that we have repeated the activity about every six weeks in the ensuing three-plus years.
Inga has been organizing pool parties every few weeks for the past few summers where bathing suits are optional. Even those who start with them seldom keep them on for long and our swimming pool and two hot tubs soon smell of fresh sex. The parties start in the afternoon and last well into the following morning, as long as anyone is still awake and going. Screwing is rampant and anyone who does not get enough is just not trying.
Having now lived on the estate for a little more than twelve years, I have come to fully appreciate the difference in the lifestyles of certain Europeans versus the typical American. Perhaps some of it can be attributed to my wealth but I always screw several different women every day, unless an extremely unusual occurrence happens.
I have acquired a fifth and sixth industry, one headquartered in Vitoria, Spain and the other in Torino, Italy. Each of those has expanded the numbers of women with whom I have had intercourse by the hundreds. The feelings of the Spaniards and Italians about sex is very similar to that of the French and Swiss … if you want to do it, then do it. Husbands very seldom impede a woman from fucking another man and more often than not, encourage her if the union might even remotely help him with his career or business opportunities.
The Italian men are more apt to join an acquaintance in screwing his wife while the Spaniards are more apt to ignore it or just do something else while his wife couples with another man, even though the husband may facilitate the meeting originally. I appreciate the women of both nationalities because both of them tend toward larger breasts than the French women and the Italian women especially tend toward bigger butts, making doggy style pussy and anal sex even more enjoyable to me.
When my daughters, borne by eight different mothers so far, reached the age of menstruation, their mothers began their sex education as is the European customer, much more openly than Americans of my experience. Typically it does not seem to be a big deal when the girls begin to engage in sex and the mothers all thought I was a little bit odd when I requested that they attempt to get their daughters to remain virgins at least until their eighteenth birthday. I’m sure I face many challenges getting my daughters to that milestone without losing their cherries. Of course that is not all that unusual in the States anymore either.
Since one of my businesses deals extensively in Brazil, I have been checking the financial news for all of South America for several months now. I am intrigued with the idea of starting some kind of operation in Brazil or optionally one of its neighboring countries. Opportunities may also exist in Australia.
I have thought about expanding into parts of Africa or the middle East although the strange politics that often impacts the way business can be run has me more than a little concerned. I am always on the lookout for opportunities in all of Europe but must be careful that I do not expand too quickly and take chances that defy logic.
Nevertheless I am frequently reminded that the women of the world are all the same and yet all unique, all very lovable and all worthy of being loved, even if only for the sexual pleasures that they offer but usually for oh, so much more! Every time I get close to a woman from a different nationality, I reaffirm my resolve to get to know women from as many different cultures as possible. As it is, I’ve been able to become intimate with far more of the world’s ladies than I had thought would ever be possible.
I suppose some people have been less than ecstatic that I inherited my uncle’s fortune. Me? I couldn’t be happier! After all, I am now a small “industrial revolution” in my own right. There are now quite a few people who depend on me for their livelihood (including, fortunately, a group of very fine ladies). Wouldn’t it be short-sighted of me to deprive them of their means of earning a living?
The End