Julian Denue part 1: Welcome home, sir

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Hi everyone! This is a new story, perhaps a new multi-part story. It's about the fantasy of, basically, being a rich guy who can do whatever he wants. So just a warning - everything is consensual, but there is a big imbalance of power between the characters, which might not be to everyone's taste. The story also contains nonchalent peeing, sex, and exhibitionism.

############################

It was a gorgeous day in early June, and Cohnfaise House and its grounds glowed prettily in the afternoon light. The drive that wound towards the house was swept clean, the grass was freshly mown, the flowers were in bloom, and the leaves of the trees shone a delicious green. Beyond the parkland, a row of Scottish mountains loomed, yellow and purple with heather. The house itself looked as it always had, with well tended ivy growing up the red brick walls, and the bay windows glinting in the sunlight.

The black BMW glided to a stop outside the house. A smartly-dressed chauffeur stepped out and walked around the car to open the door for his master.

The master’s name was Julian Denue. He was in his early thirties, dressed in a checked shirt and expensive jeans. He stretched and smiled as he looked around at his home.

Julian’s eyes scanned over the beautiful gardens, the house, and the line of servants who were waiting outside to greet him. His gaze lingered approvingly on one or two of the maids, whose summer uniforms fluttered tantalizingly in the breeze.

From the line of servants stepped forward Phillip, Julian’s butler and valet while at the House.

“It’s good to see you again, sir,” said Phillip. “I hope your journey was comfortable?”

“Oh, comfortable enough. Sam here does an excellent job,” said Julian, gesturing at the chauffeur who was stood primly by the car. “But it is a dreadfully long time to be stuck in one’s seat, not able to stretch your legs or relieve yourself. Excuse me a moment.”

As he said this, he turned to face the car, his back to the line of servants, and pissed against the car door. His stream was clear and powerful, a sign of how long he had been holding it in through the journey. Flecks of urine sprayed over the entire door, peppering the tinted window, while rivers poured down over the black metal and dripped onto the gravel driveway below.

The chauffeur and valet watched this display with no change to their expressions, as did the line of maids behind them. It was nothing they hadn’t seen before. When you worked for the Denue family, you knew what the job entailed, and the pay was handsome for it.

“Ah, I needed that,” said Julian, refastening his trousers as he turned back to face Phillip and the other staff. “Didn’t have a chance to piss since we left Edinburgh. It’s good to be home again.”

Sam the chauffeur held out a handkerchief for Julian to wipe his hands on.

Julian walked towards the house, smiling at the line of servants as he passed, and winking at one or two of his favourite girls. Julian was the youngest of the Denue family, and the only one to still consider the house his home. It was several years since his parents had taken up full-time residence at their Spanish villa, and his sister had emigrated to Dubai almost a decade ago. As Julian himself was often away on business trips for weeks at a time, the house often sat empty apart from the staff.

“Would you like something to drink, sir? Perhaps a cup of tea?” Phillip asked, as they reached the top of the steps. Phillip had deftly walked the steps slightly faster than Julian so as to reach the top first and hold the door open for him.

“Not tea,” said Julian. “A cold beer, maybe. I’m going to hit the pool. Send a few beers and a change of clothes over in, say, twenty minutes. And maybe …”

Julian paused in the doorway to look down at the line of maids outside, all of whom looked back up at him. He contemplated them for a few seconds.

“… you might ask Emma to bring them up,” he said, and one of the girls below beamed.

 

Julian kicked off his shoes as he entered the pool room, and the rest of his clothes quickly followed. As soon as he was naked he jumped into the pool, relishing the cool water against his bare skin. He always felt dirty after a long plane journey, and a long soak in the pool was the perfect cure.

The pool room was a modern extension behind the house. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined three walls, giving gorgeous views over the terrace, the lawn and the parkland beyond. There were a couple of gardeners tending the roses not too far away, but Julian wasn’t worried about what they might see.

After swimming a few lengths to get his blood flowing again, Julian transferred himself to the hot tub. Clearly Phillip had predicted what Julian would want, because the tub had been heated up in preparation for his arrival.

Julian sank back into the hot water, stretching his legs out, almost gasping in pleasure. The warmth was exquisitely pleasurable, especially around his cock.

He realised there was still some pressure in his bladder and immediately released it, enjoying the feeling of the piss drifting over his legs as it dispersed into the water.

He was already getting excited in anticipation of Emma’s arrival. He had been away for two long weeks, with no time to spare for company of that kind.

As he soaked in the hot tub, Julian’s eyes drifted to the gardeners outside tending the rosebushes. One was a woman in her early twenties, and she caught his attention. She wore shorts and a cotton polo shirt that clung tight in certain places, her hair was tied back in a pony tail, and her pretty face was flushed from working in the heat. It was an unassuming look, but he suspected that a rather nice body hid behind it. Julian didn’t recognise her. He had had most of the house staff but only a few of the gardeners. He made a mental note to ask Phillip about this girl; perhaps she would be interested in earning herself a tidy bonus.

With a knock at the pool room door, Emma announced herself, entering the room with a tray containing a set of clean clothes and an ice bucket of cold beers.

As always, she was a sight for sore eyes. She was one of the tallest girls in the house, so tall that her uniform -- the traditional black dress with a white apron -- barely reached her mid-thighs. Her legs were shapely and slightly bronzed, and although thin, she had a shapely chest and backside. She wore round, thick-framed glasses, her face was slightly freckled, her dark hair tied back. As she bent over to place the tray on one of the stone benches nearby, her skirt rode up, giving Julian the briefest glimpse of the curve of one buttock.

Straightening up, Emma took one of the beers and deftly opened it against the side of the bucket before carrying it over to Julian. He laid back against the edge of the hot tub, making no move to close his legs or cover himself up, despite the fact that his body was making very clear the excitement he felt at the sight of her. Her eyes slipped down, eyeing him as eagerly as he was eyeing her.

“Welcome back, sir.”

Julian took a sip from the cold beer and sighed in relief. He met Emma’s gaze.

“Perhaps you might join me,” he said.

She smiled and went to take a beer for herself as well. Her hands went to the buttons on her dress, but Julian called out:

“Leave the uniform on, if you don’t mind. I rather like it.”

Emma’s smile got wider. She stepped one leg and then the other over the side of the hot tub, in a way that made her skirt ride up, almost -- but not quite -- revealing everything. Standing in the water, she made to lower herself into it, but then she hesitated and looked away into the distance. A moment later it became clear what she was doing: a tinkling sound came from the water between her feet, as a clear stream of liquid trickled down from inside her skirt.

Julian almost squirmed with pleasure. Yes, Emma knew what he liked. The other girls would go along with Julian’s “eccentricities” if he proposed it, but Emma was the only one who enjoyed it as much as he did.

“Hope you don’t mind, sir,” Emma said, over the continued splashing. “I’ve just not had a chance to go for a couple of hours, we were so busy getting ready for you arriving, and I was getting desperate.”

“Ah, so it’s my fault, is it?” said Julian with a chuckle, admiring the sight.

“In a manner of speaking, sir,” said Emma. She knew the effect she had on him and she was enjoying it.

After a minute her stream petered out, and she sank down into the water opposite Julian, her dress floating slightly in the water. Her bare legs brushed against his.

“How was your trip?” she asked him, taking a slug of beer.

“Long, and boring,” said Julian. “Day after day of tedious meetings in arse-end-of-nowhere USA, trying to action some plan of my father’s that I’m sure will only fall through in a few years. The whole thing was dry and deeply unsexy. Made me ache for some attractive company, and I couldn’t find a prostitute for love nor money in the whole town. Then an eight-hour flight and a three-hour drive, and here I sit before you, a starving man staring at his favourite meal.”

“Your favourite meal?” said Emma. “Please, I hope I’m worth more than that.”

“My dearest Emma, you are worth more than anything.”

Emma took another swig from her drink. “You know, I’d love to go to America,” she said.

“You never have?”

“I went on a hen do to Ibiza once, but that was the only time I’ve been abroad.”

“Well, next time I travel, why don’t I bring you with me?” said Julian.

Emma gave him a wide-eyed look. “You mean it?”

“Of course. As long as your … boyfriend … wouldn’t object?”

“I don’t see what his opinion’s got to do with anything,” said Emma.

“Then it’s settled. I can cover your flights and a hotel room. Nothing asked for in exchange, except the pleasures of your company.”

Emma smirked, fastened her lips around the rim of her beer bottle, and swallowed some more.

The water was starting to soak up through her dress now. The white apron was becoming transparent, and the wet dress underneath clung tightly around her tits. Her hair was damp by now as well, something Julian found unspeakably sexy. Looking at her, Julian could feel his cock straining as the warm water lapped around them.

“It’s been too long,” he said. “I’m close to bursting just at the sight of you.”

“We can solve that,” said Emma, smiling.

“When was your last time?” he asked her. “With your boyfriend, I mean?”

“Not long ago,” she said. “Two nights. But you do it better, you know that.”

He reached out and put his hand on the outside of her leg, sliding it slowly up until it was under her dress. There was no underwear down there, for which he gave her an approving look.

“I knew you were coming home today,” Emma said.

“You didn’t know I would ask for you this evening,” he said. “I could have chosen any of the girls.”

Emma laughed. “Sir, please. Who else were you going to choose?”

She glanced out of the window, to where the two gardeners were still tending the rose bushes. Julian was not sure if the gardeners could see inside or not, but he hoped they could.

“Come closer,” said Julian. Emma moved forward onto his lap. His hand explored further into her skirt, feeling the curve of her right buttock, his fingers finding her arsehole. Playing with it made her giggle. With his other hand he moved higher, wandering up her stomach to where the wet fabric hugged her round breasts.

He wanted to see them. He found the strings that tied her apron and pulled until they were loose. Realising what he wanted, Emma pulled the apron up over her head and threw it to one side. She started to undo the buttons down the front of her dress, pausing after each one to give Julian a coy smile. Every few seconds she would squirm as the fingers of his other hand continued their exploration.

At long last the dress was undone to her waist, and he eagerly pulled it open as she shrugged her arms out of the sleeves. He took a second to admire her, the pale skin of her shoulders, the black bra that held her breasts in. The bra unclasped easily under his fingers, and the breasts bounced free. Emma squirmed again as Julian’s fingers crept deeper, and he drank in the sight of her, the way they jiggled with her movements.

“Kneel down,” he said.

Emma glanced again at the gardeners outside as she knelt in the water. The attractive young one had definitely noticed them, and kept shooting looks at them while clearly trying not to stare. Julian smiled to himself as he rose to his feet, standing side-on to the gardener, giving her a view of everything.

The water was waist-high on Emma as she knelt on the bottom of the tub, and came up to Julian’s thighs with him standing. The beer had gone through him quickly, as he had hoped it would, and his bladder was quickly filling up. Now he pissed on Emma’s tits, aiming first for the left nipple, then switching to the right. His piss sprayed out from where it landed, soaking her chest before dripping down into the water. She pulled a face as droplets flecked her glasses. Julian chuckled and aimed his stream higher, letting it spray across her face as she closed her eyes and mouth and tipped her head backwards. Rivulets ran down through her hair. After a few seconds she opened her mouth, catching the stream, letting it pool there until her mouth was full and overflowing.

He cut off the stream as his bladder emptied. Emma swallowed and blinked her eyes open, dipping her glasses in the water to clean them.

Julian sank back into the water. He looked over again at the pretty gardener, wondering if she was enjoying the show.

As always, Emma knew what he wanted. As soon as he had taken a seat, she moved in close. Her dress was still around her waist, but he lifted the skirt aside to give himself access. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body and sank down, easing herself into position with him inside her. Her face was right in front of his, and he kissed her, tasting his salt on her lips.

She leaned in to him, pressing her chest against his as she began to writhe up and down. Faster and faster she moved, and he began to move with her, thrusting and ebbing in time with her rhythm, as they both gasped and grunted.

It couldn’t have taken more than five minutes before he reached his peak. He spaffed inside her with a pleasurable moan. In the time they’d been going at it some more piss had built up in his bladder, so he pushed out a few spurts of piss into her for good measure. Emma continued to thrust onto him for a few seconds more, until she too reached a shuddering climax.

Gasping for breath, she pulled away from him. He watched the cloud of spunk slowly spread out into the water as her cunt lifted free of his cock.

He kissed her on the forehead. “Always a good time with you, Emma,” he said.

He got to his feet and crossed to the windows, his cock starting to soften. That pretty gardener was still outside, pretending not to look at the window. Yes, he would have to ask Phillip about her. A face and body like that were wasted on gardening alone.

For now, though, he thought it was time for a nap. He dressed in the clean clothes that Emma had brought, as Emma lay back and stretched out in the hot tub, her tits floating to the water’s surface. She had discarded the drenched black dress, which now lay in a heap on the floor. She didn’t seem to care about the piss and cum in the water. Yes, there was nobody else quite like her in the house.

He wondered vaguely if she had a dry change of clothes in the house. Well, some could probably be found for her; that wasn’t his problem.

“When you’re done in that hot tub, ask Phillip about changing the water over, would you?” he said. “I’d like it cleaned before I next use it.”

And with that he left, leaving her to soak in the dirty water.

[Lutab 1,052]

Hot story. I hope you do write more of them 🙂

[miketeo43 7]

Great story, can't wait for the net part!

[whiskey35 306]

You're on to another winner there @BeneathMyWillow looking forward to the next instalment.🙂

[Alfresco 11,631]

Definitely a hot story and a setting which lends itself to many scenarios.  I hope that there will be many more installments.  Thanks @BeneathMyWillow

[toseepee 773]

Wow! Excellent writing as always! Very hot the image of him pissing against the car without caring about the staff watching. I love that he uses Emma as a urinal, and can't wait to read more! Maybe one of her duties is to drink his piss throughout the day- it would be such a pain for him to have to get up just to piss!