4 comments/ 83212 views/ 4 favorites Lady Arndale By: Pilot4029 The original idea was that I would have gone to another of England’s big country estates to have honed my craft, but when Lady Arndale discovered my other particular talents, plans changed. I was an apprentice gardener by trade, working at Lady Arndale’s home deep in the Cotswolds countryside. I’d been working there since I was sixteen and a chance encounter one evening in May had lead to me staying. I didn’t mind of course. Lodgings were free and there were numerous other advantages... It was now July and the majority of my time had been spent repairing damage done to the estate by various fairs and gymkhanas that had entertained the surrounding area of over the spring and into summer. Today was a little different however. I’d managed to get out from the lawn repair work and instead had found myself tending to the plants in the tropical house. Needless to say it was hotter than hell. I’d managed to get away with wearing shorts and an old t-shirt ripped down its centre. Despite my clothing the sweat still trickled down my brow as wiped the back of my hand across my forehead. My fingers were coated with earth from the potting I’d been doing. I was kneeling on the floor collecting empty pots when I heard the door to the Tropical House slam shut. In walked Lady Arndale. Her svelte figure dressed in a pink two-piece skirt suit walked towards me. She was just under six foot with blonde, tied up hair, great looking at almost forty. She came towards me through the fine mist of the condensation and sprays. I went to get up. “Stay where you are,” she commanded. I remained on my knees looking up, placing the plant pots by my side. Lady Arndale stopped in front of me; her gaze still fixed on mine and then leaned back on the table. She carefully placed her foot, wearing her dainty pink mules, onto my thigh. I looked down at the shoe and all the way up her tanned bare leg; she gripped the edge of the table. “What have you done?” she asked me. I went to answer but she told me not to say a word. Both of her hands had moved down to the edge of her skirt, a little above her knees. She fingered the pink material. “It’s very difficult to address to a meeting of the local WI knowing that moments beforehand I was wiping your cum from my face…” Slowly she lifted the skirt up her thighs. I watched as her beautiful tanned thighs were revealed. “I really, really hope you know what you’re doing,” she continued. Lady Arndale moved her skirt up to her waist. She had on no panties, I faced her pussy, pouting, inviting. Her legs shifted a little further apart, I could see how wet she was. “Get on with it,” she ordered. I placed my filthy hands on both of her thighs, considered her smooth, hairless cunt and then leaned forward to deeply kiss her. Lady Arndale gasped, her grip on the table tightening. She moved her legs apart a little more as my tongue slipped in to her pussy with ease. I tongued as far as I could inside her as she moaned a little. I withdrew my tongue and, gaining my balance, began to lap at her pussy for all I was worth. My tongue moved in long, lavish strokes against her mound. My mouth roamed over the tops of her thighs and then back to her pussy lips as she shuddered against me. I glimpsed her opening her jacket and reaching inside her bra for her breast. She was fondling herself, pulling on her nipple. I responded by circling her clit with my tongue before taking that sweet spot into my mouth. She was moaned and banged the table. A plant pot hit the ground and smashed as I sucked on her clit, she ground her pussy into my face. She was crying harder as my tongued flicked back and forth over her clit when I suddenly her hand on my forehead pushing me away. I let go of her and paused to catch my breath. Her flushed face looked down at me and then she carefully turned around. Her hands spread out on the table pushing back the remaining plant pots. Her naked arse pushed out at me as she leaned over. “The same,” she managed to say as her began to finger herself. I needed no other invitation. My filthy fingernails dug into her arse cheeks pulling them apart as my tongue dove between them. I became like an animal, a dog lapping at its mistress. I grunted and moaned as I ran my tongue over and inside her arse, darting in and out of her anus. Lady Arndale cried out even more as she massaged her clit, rocking the table back and forth. As I wriggled my tongue in her arsehole she let out a huge cry, more plant pots hit the ground and my Lady came. I lingered in her arsehole as her body straightened at the waves of pleasure riding over her. She shuddered and slumped forward. My own cock was straining at my shorts, but she turned back around and pulled her skirt down. I was to be denied – for now. Regaining composure, Lady Arndale told me to get the mess cleaned up. She walked out, back through the mist. My immediate boss was the head gardener Dave. He had been carrying out a relationship with a local girl named Sian. Sian often liked to visit Dave and this afternoon was no exception. I’d managed to sort out the greenhouse and had then had to join Dave wood chopping. Sian had arrived in a floaty summer dress, which her considerable chest almost fell out of. Dave greeted her arrival with a long kiss and then, seemingly ignoring me her groped at her arse and breasts. Sian giggled and ran her hand over the front of Dave’s shorts. The lascivious manhandling continued until a voice cut stopped the lovers short. “Excuse me!” Lady Arndale stood, arms crossed, on the edge of the lawn. Dave broke away from Sian and began stammering a reply. Lady Arndale interrupted “When you are in my employ, working on my estate, especially in broad daylight, such lewd behaviour will not be tolerated! Do you understand, Dave?” Dave nodded in response. I pretended not to be listening, suppressing a smirk. “And you, young lady, letting yourself go like that in public. Have some decorum, please. Consider that a warning, Dave,” and with that Lady Arndale marched back across the lawn. Dave waited until Lady Arndale was out of earshot before saying “Stuck-up bitch.” He kissed Sian on the cheek goodbye and they agreed to meet later. He turned back to me. “I bet she’s never been shagged in her life.” I agreed that was probably the case and went back to the wood chopping. It was 11 o’clock in the evening by the time I was called to Lady Arndale’s bedroom. In bygone days a bell would have rung in my quarters, but these days a text message worked just as well. I walked softly through the corridors of Arndale House dressed only in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. She let me into her bedroom and I noticed she was wearing another of her conservative suits, a dark blue one this time, a skirt of similar length above her knees and higher heels than before, but still matching the suit. I didn’t understand, was she going out? Our previous nighttime encounters had seen her dress in a teddy or else nothing! She walked over to her dressing table and sat on the chair beside it, she motioned to me to sit on the edge of her bed. I noticed the sheen of her stockings and she crossed her legs and faced me. “I am fair aren’t I?” she asked. I told her yes. “Firm, but fair.” She absent-mindedly ran her hand down over her leg, my cock stirred. “I had to be firm with Dave this afternoon, carrying on like that. However I did something worse. In the tropical house you didn’t get… satisfaction.” I was about to protest, I’d been satisfied to fuck her pussy with my mouth plenty. She continued, “I didn’t think that it was fair of me to use you like that. I think I should be reprimanded…” Before I could say anything else she stood up and took her hairbrush from the dressing table. I went to her and took the brush. “Take off your jacket,” I commanded. She undid her jacket and took it off. I was pleased to see she only had on her bra underneath. She bit her bottom lip. I weighed the brush up in my hand. “Bend over the dresser and hitch up your skirt.” As she turned around she whispered, “I want to be ruined…” I considered for a split second and brushed her hands away from her skirt. Instead I grabbed it and ripped it in two exposing her naked arse, suspender belt and stocking tops. “How many do you think?” I asked. She murmured something about “ten”- THWACK! I brought the brush down onto her arse. As I looked at the bright pink mark on her cheek I told her “fifteen”. I commanded her to stick her arse out further and proceeded to spank her. As the brush fell on her arse she tried to stifle her gasps. I varied my speed, a few light strokes would be followed by another THWACK making her cry out. I let my hand caress her arse and she caught her breath. “You shouldn’t have left me like that,” I told her as I let my finger trail down her crack towards her pussy. “That was a very mean thing to do… leaving me…” CRACK! “All hard…” CRACK! “Like that.” CRACK! “You bitch.” CRACK! Lady Arndale squeezed her arse cheeks together in pain, but the look on her face relished the insult. This time I let the handle of the hairbrush nudge up against her wanton cunt. “What are you?” “I’m a…” CRACK! “I’m a bitch,” Lady Arndale conceded. I let her see my sadistic smile in the mirror on the dresser before delivering two swift swats to her backside with my bare hand. “Get on your knees, bitch.” I ordered. Lady Arndale turned, kicking away the tattered remains of the skirt and dropped to her knees in front of me. I reached into my shorts and released my eager cock. It was hard and bulbous. I told her to get rid of the bra and she complied. Her lovely tits were on display for me. I smiled again. “Now suck me.” Her mouth couldn’t take my cock fast enough. She grabbed the base and wrapped her mouth around it. I, in turn, grabbed her hair, controlling the speed of her strokes. My reprimand continued, “Look at you, Lady of the manor sucking off the gardener. Not very ladylike sucking my cock is it? Giving head like a common tart. Can’t you have a bit more decorum?” She moaned as I reached down and tweaked her nipple. I then pulled on both. She paused feeling the pleasure. “Don’t stop!” I commanded. She resumed sucking me. I let her continue her wonderful sucking for a few moments. I resisted the temptation to come in her mouth or over her face. This time I had the opportunity to push her away. She reluctantly let go and stayed kneeling in front of me. “Get the brush,” I told her. Lady Arndale took the brush from the floor. “Now push it in your cunt.” Looking deep into my eyes she pushed the handle of the hairbrush into her pussy. She moaned a little as the object opened her up. “On all fours.” Lady Arndale complied, keeping the brush in her pussy she got onto all fours. “Keep going,” I told her. I knelt behind her, playfully tapping her backside. “You’re going to get what you deserve, Lady Arndale.” Wetting my index finger I pushed it into her puckered arsehole. She moaned encouragingly. After a couple of strokes I withdrew. “You’re going to get what all bad sluts deserve… An arse fucking.” As I said the last work I drove my cock into her arse. Lady Arndale cried out as I slowly, but surely began to fuck her arse. I reached around I plunged the brush handle deeper into her cunt. With the other hand I entwined her hair with my hand. Slowly she became used to my cock inside her moved with me, increasing our fucking. “You’re such a fucking bitch, “I told her. “Such a stuck-up, haughty, posh slut. How dare you criticise anyone? How dare you use me? You’re nothing but a common whore.” I was beginning to punctuate my words with the strokes of my cock. Letting go of her hair, I swatted her behind some more. “You wanted to watch Dave and Sian at it this afternoon. She’s probably taking his cock in her cunt right now, spunking inside her, over her. That’s what you want isn’t it? The posh bitch needs to be spunked on and buggered, look at yourself. You couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to you fucking slut.” Her cries were becoming louder, I worked the hairbrush inside her harder, thrust into her with all my might, buggering her arse, her cute, tight arse. She began to screech and I let myself go, feeling the pleasure electrify both our bodies as we came, my hot spunk shooting deep into her dirty arse. She rocked back and forth with me as I emptied myself, the intense feeling washing over us. We slowly came back down to earth. I pulled the brush out of her pussy and we collapsed on floor. I pulled out of her arse and rolled next to her. After a couple of minutes she turned and smiled at me. “Thank you… staying with me tonight?” I nodded and kissed her, deeply and lovingly. Lady Arndale Ch. 02 Lady Arndale could have easily applied the cream herself but had asked me to do it instead. The bruising on her arse where I had smacked her with the hairbrush wasn’t too bad, but I knew she enjoyed the sensation of me rubbing the cream on her. I shouldn’t have been there at all of course, it was nearly seven in the morning, I started my work as a gardener on the Arndale Estate in hour’s time. Instead I looked at Lady Arndale’s beautiful face in the dresser mirror as she bent over her chair. Her woollen skirt was pulled up tightly over her bum, leaving the marked cheeks exposed as I some of the cream towards the stocking-tops on her thighs. Lady Arndale always wore stockings now, it just made for easier access… Hmm, I trailed a cream-covered finger lightly between her arse cheeks. I felt her shiver a little, her large breasts heaving inside her white blouse. I used my own foot to part her high-heeled feet apart a little as I leaned and kissed the back of her neck. I was still naked, my warm body against hers. “Aren’t you done yet?” she asked, my eyes watching hers in the mirror. “No,” I replied, caressing her left tit with my hand while the fingers of my right hand trailed back down in between her buttocks. “No, I don’t think I am…” I scooped some more cold cream on my index finger and began to trail it over her arse again arriving at the cleft of her cheeks. I motioned her legs apart a bit more. This time, with little circular motions, I began to work my finger into her arsehole. “Oh,” she moaned, as my hand travelled up form her breasts to over her throat. I gave a little squeeze as my finger worked deeper. Her eyes widened, mouth opened. My finger began slowly, but surely to fuck her tiny hole. “I certainly don’t think I’m finished… I think you’re not completely finished either… are you slut?” I knew the effect the word would have on Lady Arndale as she pushed back on my finger, her slippery, cream covered bum taking my finger to the hilt. “Sluts never are. What do you want, my dirty little slut?” “If you even think… oh… about putting that filthy cock up my arse again, you’ll get such a thrashing… ummm… young man.” The thought of going over Lady Arndale’s lap for a spanking made my erect twitch with anticipation. I began to withdraw my index finger. “I’m not sure I’m able to control what my hard, slippery, eager, filthy cock does…” I moved behind her, my left hand pushing her slightly forward, my right manoeuvring my cock up and down her cheeks. She started to moan louder. My hand went back to her chest and this time reached inside her blouse. “I’m sure it’s decided what you need, slut.” I thrust forward with my prick pushing into Lady Arndale’s puckered arsehole. She cried out, managing to control the volume of her voice – but only just. I grabbed hold of her right tit and began to push and pull her against my naked body. Steadily we set into a rhythm as I buggered her pert, beautiful arse. We watched in the mirror, morning light beginning to play across the bedroom, peeking through the drawn curtains, both our expressions of joy and delight. Her blouse was stubbornly refusing to come undone, so I ripped at it. It tore, some buttons fell on the dresser, but her breasts were bared to me as I scooped each out from their bra cup. My hand snaked back to her throat, which I squeezed a little tighter as we fucked. Never dangerously, but she loved giving herself over to me like this. I began to thrust a little deeper, a little faster. I smelt her sweet blonde hair as kissed her neck once more. Her own hand reached under the front of her skirt, searching for her clit. I adjusted my positioning to make it easier. “Oh, yes!” she exclaimed as her fingers began to rub and massage her clitoris. I began to fuck her hard now. I whispered to her how she was just a common whore, a cum-slut that loved being buggered. I told her that she needed her arse filled everyday, that she should come to me for it. A lady of the manor, taken up the shitter. We both grinned at the filth pouring out of my mouth. I began to pound into her, my balls slapped against her arse –THWACK – I stung my hand off her arse just once. She groaned at the impact, as her fingers worked her clit. Her groaning became louder, my obscenities stopped as I tried to control myself. I could feel my balls tightening, I gripped her hair, pulling her head back. “Yes, yes, fuck yes, “she exclaimed. “YES!” She shook as my cock quivered and throbbed emptying my cum into her milking, contracting arse. The energy flowed through both of us we came, her head back so far are mouths met, tongues lashing against each other as I continued to spunk. Slowly the shaking stopped and Lady Arndale fell forward as I looked at our sweat-covered bodies in the mirror. The sun brightened the room even further. Later that morning I’d returned to my room on the estate to find a note on my bed. It read: YOU WERE COMPLETELY OUT OF LINE THIS MORNING. I HOPE YOU REALISE THAT. YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! BE AT THE WEST ENTRANCE AT 11 TO CLEAN MY BOOTS! In smaller writing had been added: Loved every second of it! Xx My thoughts once more returned to being put across Lady Arndale’s lap, something she’d done before. My arse bared and reddened, happily coming as my cock rubbed against her stocking-clad thighs, her warm embrace later… I considered bringing myself off there and then, but unfortunately there was work to be done. Around the front of the house hanging baskets had been laid out each to be arranged within the porch area. My boss, Dave, the head gardener was already sorting each of the baskets. “Look lively, the old bitch could be back any minute.” I didn’t tell Dave that I didn’t think Lady Arndale was a ‘bitch’ and approaching forty wasn’t that ‘old’. Dave and our employer didn’t always see eye-to-eye. “The cow’s got a right mare on,” he told me. I picked up a trowel and tried to ignore the mixed-up farm imagery. I enquired as to what. “We’ve got a dinner on here tonight. Hence the baskets. Usual private sector types and the odd soldier, but she’s two short on the serving staff. Guess who’ll have to fill in? Me and you.” Actually this wasn’t on my agenda, I had hoped to get away from the house while the dinner was on and get down the pub. I did have a life outside the estate… So when 11 O’clock came around I was not in the best of moods. Having made my excuses to Dave I went to the West Entrance and stood just outside the porch. Inside Lady Arndale had just let one of the dogs off. “And don’t let him near the drawing room!” she called to one of the serving girls. “Or you’ll be gone too!” I smiled as I heard barking from inside. Lady Arndale walked out to me and told me to get inside the porch area. She closed both doors to the outside and the inside door. Lady Arndale was still wearing her woollen skirt from this morning, but had a replacement blouse on. On her feet were green Wellington boots coated with mud. “Stop staring and listen.” I stomped to mock-attention. She rolled her eyes. “I need your help tonight. Two of the serving staff have ‘colds’ or something and I need help. Dave’s already agreed, but I know you don’t usually work nights…” I looked at her carefully. How should I play this? “Well, it is my night off,” I told her. “I was hoping to get away for a bit…” She pouted for a second and then turned to a rack on the back of the door. From it hung one of the dog’s leads. She threw it at me. I caught it. “You help me out tonight and I’ll wear that afterwards. When they’ve all gone home, I’ll put that on, for you.” I didn’t really think twice about it. “Deal.” “Now, young man. You can clean my boots.” She stopped and stared at me, I tried to read her expression. What did she want me to do? Ok… I thought. Just do it… I dropped to my knees in front of her, the green Wellington boots staring at me, splattered with mud. Lady Arndale began to laugh. I looked up at her. She bent down and kissed me on the cheek. “My boy, even I wouldn’t let you do that. Now for Christ’s sake get up and get the hose!” I stood up, embarrassed as she continued to chuckle at the silliness of the situation. The dinner came around quickly and the dining hall at Arndale House was decorated splendidly. For my part I was trapped in a jacket that was a size too small, still, apart from sniggering from the other serving girls, nobody cared as the usual round of offshore developers, investment bankers and complete wankers arrived to charm Lady Arndale. She looked vivacious that evening. She wore a black dress with tiny straps over her shoulders, leaving little of her chest to the imagination. The dress was ankle length with a split up the left side revealing her long toned legs. On her feet she wore a dainty pair of black mules, with a spiked-heel. I played the servant with all the energy I could muster. And it had gone midnight by the time I was dismissed. Still I ‘d had enough coffee in the kitchens and was still awake. It was a little after half past midnight when Lady Arndale walked back into her bedroom. She drew breath as she saw me. I leaned against one of the posters of her bed, naked, cock oiled and erect in the dim candlelight. I held the lead in my hands and smiled. Lady Arndale locked her bedroom door and walked in. She stood up straight, but kept her eyes cast down. “Am I properly dressed?” she asked. She didn’t have stockings on that evening, but I let it go. “You look beautiful-“ she went to walk forward. “But, your shoes aren’t right at all.” I indicated to the floor just to her left and there I’d placed her five-inch heeled patent black stilettos. “More becoming for a slut.” That word again, she shivered. Lady Arndale stepped out of her mules and went over to the stilettos. Despite the extra height they gave her, she took smaller steps. “Now kneel in front of me.” She came and knelt, her head remained bowed. Slowly and carefully, making sure it wasn’t too tight, I slipped the dog lead over her. She was utterly mine now. I asked her to confirm this. “I am yours… Sir.” I found the choice of word a little surprising but kept the lead gripped in my hands. “Now suck me.” Lady Arndale grabbed the base of my hardened cock and began to wrap her tongue around it and all over it like she was licking an ice cream. I shuddered and leaned further back as her fingers pulled on my ball sack and her mouth slowly but surely began to suck on my thick, hot penis. She moaned as she took me further in. A little deeper, a little more strongly. I began to moan as her tongue worked over me, her mouth sometimes leaving my cock to kiss my balls. I got up on to tiptoes as her mouth went under my testicles. I grinned and immediately turned around. With both hands she parted my cheeks and began to tongue my anus. Such a sweet, wonderful feeling having my arsehole licked. “Good dog,” I told her as she probed deeper, French-kissing my eager arse. I pulled on my own cock as well, the semen boiled within me… But not yet. I lightly jerked her away from my bum with the lead and she leaned back. Turning to face her once more I moved both of her straps from her shoulders. I told her to step out of the dress. Gracefully she stood up and then kicked the dress away. She was naked too now, save for her high heels and lead. She grabbed my cock as she kissed my mouth, warm, wet and sensual. I groaned, pushing her away and instead took her tit in my mouth, licking, sucking her nipple, I quickly moved to the other one as she squeezed my cock at its base. Her other hand was in my hair, stroking, pulling. I moaned even more and reached down to feel her pussy. Her cunt was slick, it felt open and ready. I needed to be inside her. Letting the lead out a little I moved back on the bed. I almost scrambled backwards as I lay back on the sheets, cock still pointing outwards. Lady Arndale stood at the foot of the bed waiting patiently before I tugged on the lead. She crawled on to the bed towards me. Her tongue slid over her bottom lip as she approached. As she reached my chest she stopped, waiting for instructions. “Get on my prick now!” In one graceful movement Lady Arndale slipped her wanton, open cunt on to my cock and I almost shouted. Her hot, tight pussy throbbed as my cock became buried in it. Lady Arndale arched backwards with the pleasure that came over her, she gasped and swiftly began to bounce up and down on my prick. I reached up to her breasts and pinched both her nipples hard. Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape that quickly became a smile. She liked that. Enjoyed the brief, delightful moments of pain and pleasure. I shifted my knees up allowing me to thrust into my lady’s cunt better. However even I smiled at the stabbing of those stiletto heels into my legs. She bounced and pushed back a little harder as mouth once more roamed over her gorgeous tits. Then as I leaned my head back onto the pillow I had an idea. I took the free end of the lead and while ensuring there was enough slack, threaded it between bedposts. Before she could realise, Lady Arndale was tied to the bedstead. At first she looked a little shocked, angry even, but as I continued to pump into her she smiled and threw her head back as far as the lead would let. We fucked for several minutes like this until I stopped her and ordered her off my prick. As she slid off me I quickly got out from under her and told her to lay back herself. She twisted the lead around and leaned back against the bedposts facing me. I came up to her chest and knelt over her. Her mouth formed that inviting ‘o’ shape once more and I plunged my cock back into it. I wanted to fuck this posh, gorgeous mouth of hers. The bedstead shook as I grabbed hold of it and rammed my cock into her mouth, she sucked with all her might and frigged her clit furiously. I pulled back on her hair a little as I plunged my prick into her. Her mouth had become another cunt, eager to milk the spunk from me. She moaned and groaned as the feeling of coming inside her grew. I too wasn’t long from finishing. I pumped and pounded, watching my cock slide effortlessly between her lips. “Have this slut!” I shouted. She was crying out coming as I pulled my cock from her mouth and shot my cum all over her face. Arc after arc of sticky semen lashed across her nose, mouth and throat. Her own orgasm had made the bed shake, her entire body on fire, our sweat combined, rolling off our bodies. We took several moments, breathing deeply, me still knelt over her. After a moment I loosened the lead collar and lay down beside, tracing my cum down her cheeks, letting her suck on her finger for a moment. She then turned and kissed me deeply. “Thank you, sir,” she said. I smiled and thanked her, before pulling her back to kiss her once more.