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My New Home

By: techsan



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."


My New Home



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