Story Code:

M/F,

MM/F,

Rom,

Prostitution,

Oral,

Deep Throat,

Size,

exhibitionism,

voyeurism

Sarah's story

When my mother told me that she'd been allocated room number one in the hotel block at the back of Westerdale Manor it rang alarm bells in my head. The thing is, my mother didn't mix with the rest of the estate workers like I had to do, Because our old cottage was almost an hour's walk away from the main estate complex she didn't go in very often but I mixed with the kids on the bus to school every day and went to their houses to play and for parties and things so I knew more...more about the seedy underworld of life around Westerdale Manor.

One of the things that was often talked about was Lord Westerdale's weekend pheasant shoots. When Lord Westerdale's father was in charge at the Manor the pheasant shoot weekends were always built around the Saturday night ball, all of the guests brought their wives and for most of them it was the social event of the year. Since Cameron inherited the estate after his father's death, the calibre of guest at the pheasant shoot had slipped and on Cameron's first weekend shoot two of his guests turned up without their wives and at the ball they made a nuisance of themselves with the wives of other guests. Lord Westerdale conjured up a woman from Middlesbrough to come in and look after both men for the weekend.

After that first weekend under Cameron's stewardship he brought in a sex worker from Middlesbrough every time. Before the hotel was built the woman would set up shop in one of the groom's apartments above the stables and when the hotel was designed it had one bedroom that was extra large with a doorway to the outside world that was easily accessed from the East Wing, the lower ground floor doorway close to the butler's pantry.

Over the next few years the number of wives dropped away until it was an unusual occurrence for guests to actually bring their wives, well, their own wife at any rate. Because of the lack of wives turning up on shoots, Cameron usually arranged for the wives and daughters of his staff as well as local village women to attend the Saturday evening parties. It was virtually an open invitation to every female in the area, all they had to do was apply to the estate manager in the last week of September, the estate manager had strict instructions to choose women under thirty and they had to be pretty and have good figures. He always had more women to choose from than he needed because each woman would be paid twenty pounds just for turning up and five pounds per dance she had during the evening. After the last dance all of the girl's dance cards would be collected, the men they had danced with having written their names on the woman's dance card before the dance, sometimes a very pretty woman wearing a suggestive dress would have all thirty lines in her dance card filled in before the end of the meal.

The name of the party was changed from Shoot Ball to Dinner Dance. The female staff and older daughters were just there to talk to Cameron's guests and to dance with them, no impropriety expected, that's what the prostitute was there for.

I wasn't sure that I should tell my mother what I knew about room number one and the pheasant shoot dinner dance, I was after all only thirteen and thirteen year old girls weren't supposed to know about adult things like sex and prostitution. On our walk a few nights earlier I had suggested to my mother that she should allow a stranger to fuck her and to take the money he offered to pay for sex but that had been very much said in a jokey, half-hearted kind of way and way out of character for me in front of my mother.

Well, we took the guy home for a coffee and a chat and I made myself scarce as quickly as I could and then I lay in bed listening from my bedroom above as they fucked in the living room and in the morning I spotted three twenty's, one ten and one five pound notes on the coffee table in the middle of the living room and I realised that my mother had done the guy for the money he offered so if my mum was working as Lord Westerdale's whore for the weekend it was probably my fault for suggesting that she did that first man just a few days ago.

When I was eleven years old and moved from the primary school in the grounds of Westerdale Manor to Unity City Academy it turned out that was when the Prostitute tolerance zone was under discussion and at my new school were actually children of women who were sex workers, six in my class out of thirty kids were, although we weren't supposed to know which six. Part of the lesson plan for that year was to debate the rights and wrongs of prostitution; we did those debates in Humanities Class. In Health and Welfare Classes we learned about the concept of safe sex and why women had to insist a sexual partner wear a condom every time they had sex unless they wanted a baby with their husband. In Community Studies we learned how to keep ourselves safe when walking to and from school when there was a likelihood of an increase in the number of men prowling the local streets looking for sex workers.

Well, at the end of that first year they settled on an area that was as far away from the school's zone as they could get. One property developer had acquired a whole street of Victorian terraced houses that needed extensive modernisation and renovation that lay between the University and the hospital. He worked with the police and lawyers to design the remodelling to avoid the usual pitfalls surrounding women working out of the same building. We had even been given a Design and Technology assignment at the start of our second year 'Taking a nineteen-ten terraced house as the basic building block, what alterations would be necessary to comply with most of the laws against sex workers sharing a building.' Again, the assignment was multi-disciplinary, for example, in Maths Class we had to work out the financial viability of the conversion, what rents would have to be charged and how the landlord could avoid charges of living off of immoral earnings.

In the end I told my mother what I'd heard about the rumour behind room number one, she didn't look one little bit surprised and I got the feeling that she would be earning money over the weekend looking after Lord Westerdale's guests rather than earning money from beating the pheasants like I was going to do.

I hadn't even seen the room, Cameron met us in the quadrangle at the rear of the Manor house, Lord Westerdale sent me around to the gardeners cottage to get a lift out to the pheasant pens, mother took the suit bag I was carrying with our dresses inside and she carried on to the hotel, Lord Westerdale just stood there watching me walking away from him towards the gardener's cottage.

Best laid plans of mice and girls ... When I reached the gardener's cottage I found Peter and one of the local village girls who was in his class at school. Apparently after we left the gamekeeper's cottage and I wasn't travelling to school with Peter any more, looking after his little needs on the way to and from school with my hands and mouth, he'd sought out another girlfriend and because she was fifteen like he was she was more 'Advanced' in the services that she was willing to perform with him, he had decided to take her out on the wings of the shoot with him instead of me.

I didn't want to hang around where I wasn't wanted and I certainly didn't want to go all the way out to the pens and have to find Donald and ask him where he wanted me to beat, I wasn't there for the beating or the money I'd earn, I was there to spend the day with Peter. Last year we had kissed a lot while waiting for the birds that came our way to turn them back, he'd encouraged me to take him in hand and he had his hand down my knickers but I stopped him short of lying on top of me!

Over the following few months I'd sat next to him on the school bus every day, I'd used my hand on his cock and he'd eventually persuaded me to use my mouth on it too, even though there were fifteen other estate worker's kids and a few village kids on the bus with us. I was going to let him take my knickers off today and let him lie on top of me if he still wanted too ... today I hoped that I would become a fully fledged woman!

The reason I'd chosen this weekend to lose my virginity was because boys at school like Raffi and Jamal were hitting on me more and more often, even boys as young as eleven expected a girl to open her legs for them and once Raffi caught my best friend Amanda and started fucking her regularly, Jamal set his sights on me more and more every day. I didn't really know how long I could hold Jamal off, he was becoming more and more forceful and more and more desperate to fuck me because he was losing face with his brother who cracked Amanda quite easily in just a few weeks. If I had to lose my cherry at least I wanted a say in who did me.

I stomped back to room one in the hotel block behind the Manor House. It hadn't crossed my mind that in the two minutes it had taken me to walk to my disappointment and back my mother might be up to something, and up to something she was, with Lord Westerdale.

My mother and Cameron were both naked, she was on her back and he was on top of her the way that Peter tried to do to me a year earlier at my first pheasant shoot. I was so caught up on my misery that I didn't even realise what was going on until I was five paces into the room. I had no idea what the protocol was for such circumstances! Do I scream? Turn and run for the door? Do I act nonchalantly and offer to make them both a cup of coffee while they finished up? Somewhere in between?

I continued to walk across the room as if nothing was out of the ordinary, I was waiting for my mother to take the reins and say or do something. I sat on the edge of the bed with my back to the fucking couple. I had no idea just how long I sat there before I turned slightly to look down the length of my mother's body and saw his cock sliding rapidly in and out of her body, when he saw me looking he raised his upper body off of my mother's so I got a clear look down between their bodies, he wasn't wearing a condom and he began pulling his cock out of her body further so I saw more of it with each cycle.

He was now playing to the gallery, to 'entertain' me but he was certainly driving my mother wild, she opened her eyes and her hand reached out to squeeze mine as I sat at the side of her watching her being driven mad by his dramatic fucking. I looked around the room, it was huge, it was a glossy, almost clinically white room that looked easy to 'Wipe-down' after sex. The floor was white marble and in one corner there was an extensive bar, well stocked with almost every kind of wine or spirit Imaginable. There was a sofa in the other corner of the room with a sturdy coffee table in front of it, the sofa was in white 'wipe clean' vinyl, I moved slightly on the bed, shifting my weight slightly and realised that the bed was also covered in white vinyl too with a quilted under sheet that would be easily washable after messy sex but comfortable to sleep on as well.

Lord Westerdale suddenly pulled his hips back further and his cock slipped out of my mother's cunt, he took his cock in his hand and he pumped it in his fist several times before twisting his hips and aiming his cock at me, he sent a long string of spunk across my mother's hip and managed to hit my leg as well. I looked from my mother's leg to my own and then there was another jet that passed over my mother totally and splashed down on my skirt, almost reaching my T-shirt, he burst out laughing at the look on my face.

He shook the last few drips from the end of his cock onto my mother's belly before taking a walk over to the bar, he poured three drinks and brought them back to the bed, my mother was now sitting up in bed. She had the opportunity to cover her body with the top sheet that was crumpled up at her side but she chose not too so I was the only one that was dressed in the room. I had no idea what drink his lordship had just placed in my hand, my glass had more liquid in it than either of the other two but I guessed that he had watered my drink down slightly with lemonade. I took a large sip, the drink was sweet, very pleasant but as it slipped down my throat it burned a little just to remind me that it was actually an alcoholic drink, my mother sipped at her drink as Lord Westerdale came up behind me with his own drink in his hand, I had moved slightly, I was now sitting at my mother's right hand side with my legs up on the bed, he came up to my right hand side, shuffled in close and he placed his left hand on my left shoulder and began massaging my shoulder.

He shifted forward slightly, I could feel the heat of his bare belly against my right shoulder and then his cock, flaccid and small pressing against my upper arm as his left hand slipped inside the neck hole of my T-shirt. He was now massaging my bare shoulder and rubbing his fingertips back and forth over the shoulder strap of my bra. I looked at my mother, she was watching me closely as he casually eased my bra strap over my shoulder causing it to fall a little way down my arm and as he stretched the neck hole of my T-shirt a little wider he could look down and see my slightly exposed left breast.

"How come you aren't out on the mores with young Peter? After he begged me to let you join him last year to have sex with you I thought that you two were kind of a permanent thing by now!"

I looked at my mother's face as Cameron said that Peter had fucked me a year ago; there was hardly a change, just an almost imperceptible raising of her eyelids as her eyes opened a little wider. I was expecting her to blow her top after Cameron said I'd had sex with Peter when I was only twelve years old but it hardly caused a ripple in her karma.

"We didn't!"

"I'm sorry what?" Cameron sounded sceptical that I'd just intimated that he was wrong.

"We didn't, he wanted too but I chickened out at the last minute at the shoot on the fifth of October and of course on the sixth we had to move to the smaller shoot in County Durham because Yorkshire doesn't allow shooting pheasants on Sundays. It rained heavily on the next shoot on the eighteenth of October and the two shoots in November and the two in December were too cold to do anything."

I looked over towards my mother again; she just took a sip of her drink to cover her mouth at my saying I'd wanted too but that I'd chickened out at the last minute.

"Really, but Peter looked so happy after that first shoot of the year I was sure that he'd cracked you!"

I shook my head, "He got me to rub his cock for him until he climaxed and he gave me one as well with his hand down my knickers. After that, I used my hand on him on the bus to school and home again every day, well, my hand or my mouth depending on how safe I felt on the bus that is. We did that right up until my mother and I had to move into Ormesby."

As I outlined the sum extent of my sexual experience I looked away from my mother's eyes, I felt my face blush slightly and as soon as I finished talking I took a huge swallow from my glass. I was now looking down at my legs, the line of wet jellified semen across my upper leg and the second strike, now just a dark line painted from the hem of my skirt and ending with a slight flourish directly over my pussy, it looked a little like an arrow pointing from Cameron's cock to my fanny.

I felt his hand slip from my shoulder and down my back, still inside my T-shirt, stretching the neck hole more and more as his fingers approached the back strap of my bra.

"And what about you, you mentioned that Peter gave you an orgasm on that first shoot last October and you've given him hundreds of orgasms on the bus to and from school, did he give you as many climaxes as you gave him?"

I took another gulp from my glass almost emptying it; I looked over at my mother, for the first time she spoke, "Well, did he?"

I shook my head and then I looked up at Cameron standing looking down the back of my T-shirt. "Peter only did it to me a few times."

I felt Cameron's cock jump against my arm, the look on his face changed slightly, he was fighting off a smile and I could feel his flaccid cock starting to inflate against my arm.

"You know Sarah, some boys can be very selfish, if I had a girlfriend as pretty as you, I'd do everything in my power to make her happy every day!"

Cameron looked over at my mother, he smiled at her, I looked over at her and she was smiling too, their eyes locked into each other.

"And Sarah, were you planning on letting Peter take your cherry this weekend?"

I felt my face colour up again, my eyes now locked together with my mother's eyes as I slowly nodded my head.

"You think you're ready?"

My mother butted in before I could answer, "By my thirteenth birthday I was already pregnant with you, I had no idea what happened, well, of course I knew what happened but your father assured me that I couldn't get pregnant until after I had my first period and even then I couldn't get pregnant my first time. He was lying; most boys and men lie to get into your knickers. I had sex just once; my thirteenth birthday present was my first bout of morning sickness. My mother felt my belly; my usually very flat abdomen was now a little fuller, like a mini beer belly and it was too late to do anything but marry your father."

It wasn't the first time I'd heard that particular story, perhaps not so graphically, so naked as it were but I'd heard about my father putting my mother up the duff before she was old enough to legally have sex even by the lax moral standards of Estate life. The only thing open to my father was to marry my mother, there didn't seem to be much actual love between them, I seldom saw affection and was never aware of them ever having sex ... I know, I know all kids think that their parents didn't have sex but my parents spent less time together than any other family I knew.

I couldn't believe my luck, I'd managed to engineer it so that my dead gamekeeper's wife had been 'Encouraged' to have sex with strangers for money, that had been my plan since the day her husband died. I'd expected it to take anything up to a year to turn the simple housewife into a sex Goddess but my new gamekeeper reported that he thought she was ready for me to approach her with my proposition after only three months.

When I spoke to her on the phone and offered her the job of whore in residence at my pheasant shoots, I held six shoots a year, the first was the first week in October and the last was just before New Year's Eve. I didn't even have to tell her what I was going to pay her, she agreed right off. There would only be one room available and I realised that Victoria came with a thirteen year old daughter that I would have to work on getting rid of for the weekend and then I remembered that my head gardener's lad Peter had begged me to put Sarah with him the previous year, with any luck, Peter would look after Sarah's sleeping arrangements over the weekend.

When I saw Victoria and Sarah walking down the driveway to the house I went around the back to meet them. I sent Sarah off to find Peter while her mother went to their bedroom, I waited until Sarah was out of sight and then I followed Victoria into her room.

I'd actually wanted to fuck Victoria from the first day that I met her, she was nursing Sarah, just a few months old, I'd called around to talk to her husband but his Land Rover wasn't in sight, I looked through the window and saw her breastfeeding her daughter. Because it was a hot summer day and Victoria had thought she was all on her own out on the mores on her isolated cottage so she had stripped off her top and her bra and I stood silently looking through her window watching her feeding her daughter with one breast totally exposed and dripping milk.

I would have rushed in right there and then but ... I remembered one piece of very valuable advice my father gave me, "Cameron...", He said, "...make use of the staff as you wish, everyone expects it but never mess with the wife or daughter of the man who looks after your guns! And if you can't pay the staff for any reason at any time make sure that the gamekeepers get what little money you have."

So I'd walked away disappointed that day, fortunately Victoria didn't come close to the manor house very often so she didn't pop into my mind too often. Right from the day I visited the hospital where Gary lay ebbing away I knew I'd have to get my time in bed with the grieving mother. I walked into room one, Victoria was placing her case and suit bag in the wardrobe, I just stood there and whispered, "Strip Vicky!"

I was totally amazed that Victoria just dropped her clothes without even turning around; I couldn't believe that after so long it was that easy. We were on the bed in a second and I was enjoying a leisurely fuck even though I really didn't have that long before my guests started arriving for the first day of the shoot.

I was just getting into my stride when the door opened and Sarah walked straight in, 'Fuck it, not now!'

I expected Victoria to buck my body off of hers and for that to be the end of my fun for the rest of the day, I looked at her eyes, she had just flicked her eye-line over to her daughter and back into my eyes, instead of bucking me off of her she lifted her knees and brought her feet over the small of my back and linked her ankles together and then she closed her eyes and began to climax. 'Bonus!

Sarah sat at our side as I pounded away into her mother, Sarah even looked to see if she could see my cock piercing her mother's body so I pushed up and let the girl see as much as she wanted too. I really wanted to deposit my spunk inside Victoria's womb but with a thirteen year old girl looking on I needed to grandstand a little to impress the little lady so I pulled out and used my hand to pump up the volume and did a perfect splashdown on both girls and then a second, just for Sarah.

Even after I'd climaxed and hopped off of the bed to get a quick drink Victoria didn't try to cover up, she just shuffled her body up the bed a little to sit up, when I turned around expecting Victoria to have pulled the sheet over her body and she hadn't I poured out three drinks, one for each of us. Victoria pulled Sarah around so that they were sitting next to each other, both leaning against the headboard. I delivered two drinks to the girls and then I fetched my own. I started talking to Sarah, she looked totally pissed off because Peter didn't want her after she'd waited for so long to pluck up the courage to give herself to her boyfriend.

My mind began to whirl, fucking the mother while her daughter was in the room was exciting but if I could be the first man into Sarah's thirteen year old knickers; that would be the icing on the cake. I moved in closer to Sarah and put my hand on her shoulder, she didn't immediately throw my hand off so I started to massage her shoulder. I was checking Victoria's reaction at the same time as exploring just how far Sarah would allow me to go, Victoria was watching me like a hawk but sat drinking her wine passively.

I got my fingers inside her T-shirt and down as far as the back strap and still no objection from either mum or daughter. I tried my luck a little more, flipped the catch at the back of Sarah's bra open, she looked over her shoulder and into my eyes as her bra fell forward slightly.

I drained my glass and popped it onto the floor, now I had two hands free and my erection had returned. In for a penny - in for a pound, I eased the shoulder strap of her bra out of the sleeve hole on the left hand side of her T-shirt, still no objections so I was less subtle and just reached my hand into the arm hole on the right side, fished about a little and dragged her bra all the way out of her T-shirt and down her right arm. Still no complaints or chastisement from mother or daughter so I got a little bolder and grasped Sarah's ankles and dragged her two feet further down the bed, the back of her skirt and the back of her T-shirt were left behind slightly.

I climbed up onto the bed and slithered up along the side of Sarah's body, my eyes were fixed on her mother to gauge her reaction as I moved in on her daughter. When my head was level with Sarah's there was still no glimmer of reaction from her mother so I leaned over and covered Sarah's mouth with my own, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Sarah responded to my kiss eagerly and, spurred on by her reaction I started to push the front of her T-shirt up. I wouldn't usually have been so eager or fast paced especially with a virgin but I was 'Opportunity Rich but Time Poor', my guests were on their way and I was expected to be there to meet and greet them but if I could I'd get as much fun in as I could before they arrived. When I got the front of her T-shirt up under her chin I moved my mouth from her lips to her nips and started to suck and bite on her nipples.

I was moving faster now that I had access to her breasts and my hands moved swiftly down the hem of her skirt and I began to push that up too. I kept checking her mother was still happy with how things were going and once I'd got her skirt up above her waist I slid further down her body, taking her knickers down as I went. I clamped my mouth over her sparkly covered pussy mound and took her knickers down to her ankles and off over her feet. I spread her legs and got access to her vagina and began licking as deeply inside her body as I could reach, slipping my body over her right leg so that when I slid my body back up hers I'd be in the right position. I gave Sarah a massive orgasm with my mouth and my tongue and then took my chance and slithered my body back up over Sarah's, I clamped my mouth over Sarah's again as I wriggled my hips into position so that my cock was lined up at the entrance to her body, knowing she was still a virgin I was willing to ease my cock into her slowly so as not to hurt her too much and just as the head of my cock was in the right position my mobile phone rang, No God, NOT NOW!'

I found my phone in my trousers' pocket and snapped "WHAT!" into the mouthpiece. My estate manager told me that Kevin Walker, one of my industrialist friends from York had just arrived and Terrence DeLysle's car had just turned onto the drive at the far end of the estate.

Kevin Walker would have forgiven me for leaving him standing out on the drive for five minutes if I told him why but Terrence DeLysle probably wouldn't understand, this was his first visit to my house, he was the Lord Lieutenant of Yorkshire, he had the final say over the disposal of some government owned land that I wanted to buy to quarry valuable minerals that had been discovered just under the surface. I needed to schmoose him and that included being there pronto to welcome him. I could have pushed my hips down just once to take her virginity but that may have created a mess that would take time to clean up so I apologised to Sarah, kissed her one final time and then kissed Victoria as well and pulled my body off of the bed.

As I dressed quickly I was reminded that Kevin Walker would probably need a little recreational exercise and Sarah being in the room with her mother might put Kevin off of his stride as it were so I directed my attention to Sarah, "So Sarah, what are you going to do all day?"

Sarah shrugged her shoulders, "Would you like to be a runner out on the fire-step?"

Sarah thought about it for a moment and then nodded her head; she'd been around enough shoots to know what the runner's duties were. "Come with me then."

I looked at my mother, as I slipped off of the bed she was pulling on a see-through negligee and started sorting out her workspace, condom box open, towels close to hand, litter bin within easy reach. His lordship was already out of the door so I didn't bother with my bra or knickers, I just ran after him. I walked five paces behind him as he walked quickly around to the drive in front of the house. There was a middle-aged business man standing at the side of a Ferrari F-Forty waiting for Cameron and a sleek black Rolls Royce Phantom was whispering silently along the gravel drive approaching the house very slowly. I guessed that because the car had the county flag fluttering in each wing and the coat of arms of the Lord Lieutenant on the rear passenger doors that he was probably the most important guest that Cameron was expecting for the weekend.

I stopped two paces short of the group, Cameron and Kevin shook hands, Kevin looked me over as they greeted each other. The man in the rear of the limo was elderly, a shock of pure white hair, an impressive moustache, also white and piercing blue eyes. He shook Cameron's hand less enthusiastically than Kevin had and the Lord Lieutenant didn't even look into Cameron's eyes, he was looking at me, a scruff-bag in crumpled T-shirt with a grossly stretched neck hole and creased up skirt. He walked over to me and lifted himself to his greatest height as he offered me his hand, he shook my hand a little more enthusiastically as he looked down the front of my T-shirt, "And what is your name madam?"

"Sarah sir."

"Well, hello Sarah and you must call me Terrence!"

I saw the expression on Cameron's face, he was watching the interaction between the elderly man and me like a hawk and I saw his whole face light up as he stepped in, "Sarah's your runner for the weekend Terrence, anything you need, Sarah will be pleased to accommodate you!"

The Lord Lieutenant dragged his eyes from me and looked at Cameron for the first time, "Very kind of you Cameron old man, now where is my room, I need to freshen up, I was in the house last night for an important vote that didn't end until midnight."

Cameron looked at me, "You know where the Blue Room is Sarah?"

I nodded my head and said, "Yes your Lordship!"

The chauffeur had retrieved a small wheeled case from the boot of the Rolls Royce; I took the case from him, extended the handle and pulled the case behind me as I said, "This way sir."

I knew the manor house well, even though we never really lived close to it. In the summer the general public could take a tour around the house, guided by the butler or the housekeeper and I'd tagged along behind the tour on many occasions. The tour started at the door at the side of the butler's pantry, all around the service and storerooms then up the servant's stairwell to the various state rooms and bedrooms, missing out Lord Westerdale's private apartment which was always locked and roped off with red silk ropes.

I guided Terrence through the front door and over to the grand staircase, the first time I'd used either, the tour was never allowed to use either, keeping to the utility stairwells in the east or west wings to go up or down. I struggled a little to carry the case up the stairs, I didn't think that Cameron would appreciate my crashing the case from step to step up the twenty-eight marble risers and I just knew that Terrence wouldn't like his case being scuffed. I'd never seen a leather case so highly polished in my life before and I'd seen the creme de la creme around the Manor House over the years.

I guided Terrence to the Blue Room, it was called a bedroom but was actually a suite, it had an en-suite bathroom and a sitting room, both accessed through hidden doors set into the blue silk covered walls. I stood with my back against the door holding it wide open so that he could pass by me but he didn't, he pushed me ahead of him into the room. "I think I need a bath Sarah, where's the nearest bathroom?"

I walked over to the wall on the right hand side of the room, I pressed the trick catch and a door sprang open, I looked inside and then said, "This is your dressing room sir and the door to the bathroom is in here."

I was followed into the dressing room and opened the door through to his private bathroom, a huge cast iron tub. "Cameron said that you would do whatever I asked you too, did he mean 'Anything?'"

I thought about it for a moment and then nodded my head.

"Could you run me a bath?"

I was left alone in the bathroom, I popped the plug in the tub and turned on the hot and cold taps, then I searched the cupboards in the bathroom, the maid had left a wicker basket in the cupboard under the sink, it had three bath-bombs, scented French soaps, shampoo, conditioner ... all the things that a top five star hotel would do to pamper its customers. I dropped one bomb into the bath and it started fizzing and popping in the water as it infused the tub with scented salts and oils. I went back through to the bedroom to ask what temperature he would like his bathwater to be.

I stopped in the trick doorway and watched as he took his shirt and vest off. I cleared my throat as he started to pull his belt open on his trousers, "What temperature would you like your bath to be sir?"

"Terrence, please call me Terrence! I'd like the water to be a little above body temperature please."

I went back into the bathroom and slowed the cold water a little; I also turned the bathroom heater on to warm the room up as well. I heard Terrence walk in behind me; I turned to find him totally naked. He swirled his hand in the water, "Perfect!" He dried his hands and then walked over to me, he pulled my T-shirt off over my head and unfastened my skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. He guided me over to the bath and helped me to get in it and then he climbed in behind me.

Terrence started to wash my body from the tip of my toes to the top of my head and then he asked me to wash him as well. I spent a long time washing his cock and got him off in the process, he never got really hard but he did splash-down over my breasts as I knelt in front of him rubbing away with my hands.

We dried each other off and he dressed for the shoot while I slipped back into my T-shirt and skirt. I took Terrence over to the fire-step, twelve wooden stands that prevented the shooter turning his shotgun up or down the line of fellow shooters. The fire-step was at the bottom of an upward slope with the woods on the top of the rise, the beaters had a safety line strung out across the other side of the hill so that they couldn't get clipped by a shooter taking a low flying bird.

The whole area had been landscaped especially for the sport of pheasant shooting over many years. I stepped into Terrence's shoot frame, I handed him brand new ear defenders and safety goggles and loaded the shotguns that he had borrowed from Cameron. A matched pair of Purdy eighteen ninety-nine guns valued at twenty thousand pounds, Cameron had warned me to be very careful with the guns, a simple knock on the side of the barrel could be enough to ruin the aim of the guns. I loaded the second gun and then put on my own ear defenders and glasses.

For safety reasons we loaders were only allowed a single box of fifty cartridges, enough for twenty-five reloads, it was our job as loaders to attract the attention of the runners to bring the next box of cartridges just before the last one ran out. The old box was swapped for the new one even if there were a few cartridges left in the old box. The runners would repack unused cartridges into boxes of fifty during quiet times.

When the birds started to fly over it sounded like a war film, eleven evenly matched twelve bore shotguns in the hands of poor to medium ranking shooters, there was lots of noise, lots of smoke and the smell of sulphur from the gunpowder in the cartridges and then the twelfth shooter, his gun was a also a Purdy but it was an over and under shotgun and it wasn't a twelve bore, it was a ten bore and even though I was three stands away from it when it fired it still sounded much louder than the twelve bore that Terrence was using right next to me and that gun, rather than being worth twenty thousand pounds like the guns that Terrence was using, the guns that Cameron was using were worth over one hundred and twenty thousand pounds each, close to a quarter of a million pounds worth of guns for six shoots a year. Well, actually he did more than six shoots but the season in the UK for shooting was only thirteen weeks and twenty counties in the UK didn't allow game shooting on Sundays or on Christmas day.

At one o'clock there was a break called for lunch, Cameron and his guests went through to the Great Hall for lunch, the Great Hall would also be used later for the Dinner Dance. I and all of the rest of the staff went to a marquee that had been set up in the back lawn of the Manor house for our lunch. I watched Peter and his new girlfriend walk in with the rest of the beaters. The meal was only a finger buffet and Peter and the girl filled two plates and headed off to his father's cottage. I had my own plate full of food and as I hadn't seen my mother come in I filled a plate for her with the kinds of food that she liked and headed over to the hotel block.

I had no idea if my mother would be in the hotel room or if she had been included in the posh lunch in the Great Hall so I just opened the door and walked in. I recognised the guy between her thighs grunting and panting, I didn't know his name but he was standing in trap four on the fire-step earlier. I walked across the room quickly and put her plate of food on the bedside table and turned to walk out, my mother panted a "Thanks darling."

The man fucking her gasped and started to panic and pull away but she hooked him back in place with her feet and arms and told him to keep going. I looked in the rubbish bin before I left the room; there were six condoms in the bin so with Cameron and trap four man she had fucked eight men during the morning.

I should have gone back to the marquee to eat my food but instead I went down the road to the gardener's cottages. The head gardener's front door was open and I sauntered into the cottage. I could hear the sounds of sex coming from Peter's bedroom and headed in that direction. I stood in the doorway watching and eating my lunch. It was like a cabaret for me as I ate. If I had to judge Peter's performance on the basis of what I'd so far seen of the sexual act I'd probably give him only three out of ten.

The girl was telling him to pull out before he finished but he said the immortal words, "You can't get pregnant at this part of your cycle!"

Boys will always make up some excuse not to wear a condom, blag a naive girl into letting them go all the way. In the end she agreed and told him that he could go all the way if he was sure that he couldn't make her pregnant. I chuckled to myself, 'My mum and dad all over again!'

I stood silently chewing my food as Peter and his girlfriend fucked, I heard him reach his orgasm, saw his body jerk and shake, I'd seen it happen about three hundred times over the previous year but the funny thing was that the girl, well she didn't get even close to an orgasm. 'Good luck to you sister, that's as good as he'll be for the rest of your time together, you should just spend five minutes with Cameron, he'll throw your world into a spin and you'll never go back to Peter!'

I'd eaten as much of my food as I wanted too and just to freak Peter and his new girlfriend out I left my plate in the middle of the bedroom doorway before I left his house.

I returned to my job as runner for the Lord Lieutenant of Yorkshire, loading his shotguns all afternoon, he fired a ton of lead into the air but hardly managed to hit a bird! At five o'clock they called a halt to the shoot so everyone could get ready for the before dinner drinks at seven o'clock. I went to the room I was sharing with my mother and once again I walked in on her earning money by allowing one of the guests to fuck her, "Sorry, I'm just going through to the bathroom for a bath."

"Fuck, who was that?"

"My daughter."

"Don't you mind her just walking in on you like that?"

I started the bath water running so I didn't hear my mother's reply. When I turned the water off I heard the grunting from my mother's bed speeding up, he was close to his end game and my mother was telling him not to come yet as she was very close. If I was being honest I'd say that it sounded like my mother was putting it on, boosting his macho self belief by making him believe that he was better in bed than he really was. I heard him say "Oh my God." Over and over again and one final grunt and, "Fuck!"

The bathroom door opened and he walked in, "I saw you out on the fire-step earlier, you were loading for old man DeLysle, he's apparently the guest of honour for this shoot."

I looked up from my bath, he was exploring my body with his eyes, "Fucking pity I came for your mother before I realised I could have had you, you would have been much more fun!"

"You'd better leave before my mother takes exception to the insult you just gave her, she's a far better shot than any of the other guns that were out on the fire-step earlier today."

He dressed quickly and thanked my mother before leaving.

The door opened again and my mother walked in totally naked, I looked up at her from the bath; she sat on the toilet and took a piss, "Is there room in that bath for two?"

I sat up straight so that she could get in the tub with me, "Been a long time since we shared a bath together!"

I thought about it for a while, "I think it was when I was about six, you suddenly got shy I think."

My mother nodded her head.

"You're not shy now though?"

"I've come to thinking that I've been frustrated for far too long, I've missed out on too much, like tonight, I've never been to one of the balls or dinner dances, I ignored every man who tried to chat me up. Your father was never that interested in sex, he was only interested in new conquests. By the way, have you lost your virginity yet?"

"No, not yet. I've been busy working out on the fire-step all morning, so how many men have you taken on today so far?"

"I've had all twelve of the guests once plus his lordship and a few have come around for seconds."

Did you have Terrence DeLysle as well?"

"Which one is that?"

"The really old one, distinguished looking and spoke like Cameron's dad rather than common like the rest of them."

"No, I can't remember seeing him!"

"Probably a good thing, he can't get hard and it takes an age to get him off by hand."

My mother faked a shocked look at what I said before bursting out laughing, "You looking forward to the dance?"

"I'm crapping myself really, we did all of the dances at school but I'm not sure that I can remember them!"

My mother smiled, "It's alright for you, you were still doing dance at school two years ago, it was fifteen years ago that I stopped dance training."

We left the bath and dried ourselves in silence and both dressed in our matching 'Exhibitionists' dresses, my mother's looked far more substantial than mine but then mine had been hashed together in just a few minutes by the seamstress in the shop for me to wear for one night only.

We both checked the time at the same time, my mother said, "Ten minutes and we can go over for the pre-dinner drink, are you hoping that no one will mark your card for you like me?"

I grinned at her and nodded my head, "No fucking chance of that dressed like this though is there, I'll bet we don't get to sit down all night long!"

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