The Ambassador's Secretary Leaves Livorno (Part I)

Lady Patricia Prendergast had a nasty cold.

She told everyone around her, "Allergies, such a bore!"

Now, she was laid up, in her bed at Daddy's estate, nursing her neglected bout with a suspected flu bug of unknown origin. Thank goodness the servants were there to tend to her needs. She did so enjoy the pampering she received at the Prendergast mansion. The staff was most attentive and it did not bother her at all to see them wearing their silly face masks, whenever coming close to her side. They were quite used to her subterfuges and quite skeptical of her claim of allergies.

Daddy was coming down for the weekend with some of his spook-type cronies. Patricia hoped she was recovered enough by then to attend to her Father's special needs. He was such a dear man. It had been such a very long time since she had acceded to his little fetishes. Ever since she had celebrated her sweet sixteen birthday party, she had been carefully trained by the elder Prendergast in all things anal and oral. Most of her men friends were astonished that such an innocent looking young lady of genteel breeding could behave so wantonly in bed.

Patricia decided to take a steamy bath in the sauna-like bath adjoining her super-sized bedroom. Her suite at the mansion was larger than her entire apartment in London. She drifted off a bit lazing about in the tub with a glass of chilled wine within reach. She was startled back into consciousness by the clearing of a throat right next to the tub. It was Roger, the new butler trainee with a refill for her Zinfandel. Patricia noticed that the suds had all but disappeared and her naked body was on display for Roger's viewing pleasure. She wondered how long he had stood there soaking in her exposed breasts and shaved pussy before revealing his presence.

"Would madam be needing a touch up on her beverage?"

Patricia looked up at the tall young man and could see his crotch bulging out from the sight of her naked body. She did so love to make men feel their members swell with desire to possess her nubile body.

"Roger, is it?"

"Yes, madam, Roger Merrypole, the butler assistant, Mrs Snatchworthy, the staff manager, instructed me to attend to your needs."

"Roger, would you be a dear and get me that rather large white towel from the stand."

The handsome butler held the white towel up as Patricia emerged from the still steamy tub. She did not object as he dried her off with the plush material. She even spread her legs so he could get down on his knees and rub her softly up between her legs and all over her deliciously curved ass cheeks. Patricia fought off the impulse to put her hands on the back of the good-looking lad's curly-haired head and push his face into her throbbing pussy.

"Would madam like a back rub to loosen up those neck muscles?"

Patricia felt her pussy lips moisten at the thought of those big, strong hands on her skin.

"That would be adorable, Roger. Please use the blue scented oil next to my bed."

Patricia laid face down on the bed and pulled the towel down to her hips. Other than the towel, she was still stark naked.

"Madam has a degree of tightness to her shoulders. Lift your arm up high. Good! Now let me stretch your shoulder as I circulate the blood flow in your chest."

Patricia found the circular motion involved a kneading and pulling of her breast and nipples that made her pussy begin to flow with juices beyond her control. She started to pant like a bitch in heat as Roger worked her upper body in an erotic and relaxing manner. Soon his hands were down to the top of the towel at her hips.

"Does madam wish me to continue lower?"

Patricia, who was breathing hard at this point, looked up at the handsome Roger standing above her and croaked out in a trembling voice,

"Please do, Roger, do not hesitate to go up into my private areas, if you feel I should have attention there as well. I will leave it all up to you. Madam is entirely in your capable hands."

Roger dipped his hand in the scented oil, after pulling the towel down below Patricia's full and firm bum cheeks.

When he started on her bottom, Roger knew she was ready for his attentions. The first touch of his fingers threw Patricia into an instant orgasm. She yelled out a decidedly unladylike word and humped her nubile body hard into the soft bedspread. After she calmed a bit, Roger continued his ministrations. His fingers dug into her bum crack and played with her pretty little pucker hole. It opened and closed in anticipation of penetration, giving Roger the telltale signal, that Lady Patricia was certainly no lady, when it came to anal sex.

When he explored deeper into her dripping cunt and even to her pulsating clitoris, Patricia started to whine and beg like a street whore. She told Roger not to stop and get up deep into her pussy with his strong, skilled hands. Roger could tell Patricia was getting close to her second orgasm by the way her whines changed to moans and groans. At the very finish, she was humping her bed hard with her whole body and grunting each time his long fingers touched her cervix. Roger timed his hard slaps on her bum cheeks to coincide with her release. The indignity was enough to push Lady Patricia into an orgasm of such magnitude that her screams could be heard by the kitchen staff going about their duties. No one said a word but they each wore a big smile on their faces as they continued to work at their tasks.

Patricia looked up at the newest member of the Prendergast staff. She could see his long staff struggling to get out of his uniform. Roger's finger's were dripping with her pussy juices and creamy oil released from her tiny anus. She had calmed a bit from her convulsive release and felt a need for something a little deeper and harder in her posterior. She so wanted it to be roughly put to her and not in the least bit gentle or with tender touches.

"That was very good of you, Roger."

"Thank you, Miss. Mrs. Snatchworthy advised me to be most flexible in attending to your needs."

Lady Patricia made a mental note to be a little kinder to Mrs. Snatchworthy in appreciation for her diligent personnel training.

"Roger, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Yes, Madam."

"First, I must inquire of you, are you, by any chance, married?"

"Oh, no, Miss. I don't plan to marry until I am 30 at least."

"Well, then, how about a fiancée or a close girl friend?"

"No, Miss. I just finished my four year duty with the Regiment and don't know any persons of the female persuasion in the Midlands. Except my Sister and now, you, of course. No disrespect intended, Madam."

"Perfect, Roger! Would you by any chance have an umbrella, I mean, a condom, Roger? A rubber for protecting your thing."

"Good Lord, Miss! I never! I assure you I have been very circumspect with my social activities since arriving at the Estate."

"No, Roger, No! I mean to use on me, you silly boy. You will have to put it up my bum then. Can't take a risk on getting pregnant, I am being posted to Italy in a fortnight."

Lady Patricia rose up on all fours and looked over her shoulder at the stunned butler, Roger.

"My dear fellow! You simply must de-trouser and push your lovely cock up my bum right now. I really do need it desperately. I would be ever so grateful if you are a little strident with your treatment of personage. I have been very naughty and need to be corrected by strong hands."

Without any further encouragement, Roger stripped off his uniform and mounted the almost royal hips of Lady Patricia Prendergast from behind and impaled her heart-shaped bum right down to the hilt of his over sized shaft. The unladylike Lady shook her bottom and rolled her hips like a Soho whore making her rent money.

Roger called her a number of names, none of which was either Lady or Patricia or Madam. Patricia quivered under the anal impalement, the verbal abuse, and the many slaps that the assistant butler rained down on her fully reddened buttocks. She shivered in erotic bliss in the session which lasted a full 30 minutes. Several times, her body shook with orgasmic tremors that made her beg for respite.

When Roger was finished with her, she laid in a heap on the bed. Her bum was still up high in the air and she was just now breathing at a normal pace. It had been a while since she had been used in such a degrading and absolutely beautiful manner. She felt a profound sense of gratitude to the young butler. He was dressing in silence, not quite sure what to say after the kinky sex session.

Patricia took control once more.

"Roger, kindly help me dress now. Those panties right there and my black bra on the dresser. Now my black dress. Please pull my panties from my bum crack, Roger. Good man. Zip me up. Excellent. Now go downstairs and tell cook, I will be dining in the rose garden this evening. I want to smell the fresh air to hasten my recovery."

The young trainee followed each instruction to the letter. Four years in the Regiment had provided quite adequate training to follow even the most complex of instructions. The fact that his fingers had lingered, perhaps, a little too long in adjusting Patricia's panties did not escape her Ladyship, but she didn't mind.

No, she didn't mind it at all.

(To be continued)