Mystery at Squires
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Chapter 10: Transistor Sister
Mystery Sex Story: Chapter 10: Transistor Sister - Its 1960 and a young city girl is interned to an English Country Manor as a nursemaid. It’s all strangely different from what she expected, until something very much more sinister is uncovered.
Caution: This Mystery Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Mystery Rags To Riches Furry Were animal Incest FemaleDom Light Bond Sadistic PonyGirl First Massage Masturbation Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Babysitter Menstrual Play Small Breasts
From an open upstairs window, pop music wafted over the garden of Squires Manor.
Lady Pamela laid back her head onto the bath pillow, immersing herself into the frothy lyrics coming from the transistor beside her. She felt good.
She was a couple of hours away from that Don chap arriving for dinner this evening.
She found Don so refreshingly manly; he had proper muscles from actually working hard! And he knew how to make her laugh too.
She felt flattered, because unlike herself, he was one of today’s new breed who were modernizing things. Don wouldn’t be cowed by Guy’s social rank.
Since Papa’s death Guy had rode roughshod over her. He had traded her favours for his own gain, even indulged in them himself the vile beast.
Pamela promised herself; this time she would not allow Guy to call the tune on her affairs. She would fuck only thouse she chose to do so.
As Pamela sponged foam over her shapely body, there was nothing she wanted more than a summertime fling with that Don and she sang along to the song on the radio. “Hot now, summer in the city, ... things now, looking mighty pretty...”
As a guest, his presence at dinner that evening had simply raised Pamela’s esteem of Don. His bright conversation had assured a good atmosphere between the three of them. She could see Guy respected him as a man of the world. They hadn’t spent too long on eating and had moved out onto the porch with their drinks to enjoy the warm evening.
When Don accepted her invitation to dinner, she hadn’t thought he’d meant much by saying he had an idea to put to them.
As they relaxed on the veranda, Don put forward a vision that surprised both Guy and her. His approach was subtle though.
“You must both feel pretty content at having all this land around you?”
Pamela countered, saying that it was attractive enough in itself but the down side was it could also be boring much of the time. If she weren’t able to go up to town when she liked the place would drive her nuts, especially in winter.
Guy’s view was he liked the solitude but the cost of the upkeep was a never-ending pain.
Don, wanting their attention now, placed his drink down purposefully.
I’m not surprised at what you say; it’s similar to the views of other landowners. You’ve made me more convinced about what I’m thinking. I want to put a scheme to you involving a small part of your land that I feel you’ll find attractive.
Don set about enthusiastically re-sketching the business hospitality facility to Pamela and her brother. He spoke of the culture and economy it would bring to them and the village. Then he looked to them for their response.
Guy’ half-heartedly acknowledged Dons ideas but voiced grave reservations on the effect of it all on their surroundings. Then he’d detached himself from further discussion by excusing himself to make a phone call.
But for Pamela, Don had described an exciting business project for the Meon Estate to invest in. Just thinking about it was making her feel sexy she had said to Don.
As the sun set the wine was starting to have its effect.
Free of Guy, their conversation became at first relaxed and then intimate.
Then suddenly they heard the sound of Guy’s car aggressively leaving the drive.
Pamela broke their shared look of surprise with a little giggle. Don suddenly took hold of Pamela and they began kissing energetically before reclining together onto the large sofa where it took little more than a minute before they were in full congess; ie, fucking like dogs on heat.
Pamela & Valerie
Val was rolled up in a book on the sofa and the phone had startled her.
It was Pamela. Val casually asked how the evening had gone with Don.
Pamela’s response was typically uninhibited, “Oh he’s beautifully hung darling; can stay the course too!”