Mrs. Bentley Ch. 01

Mrs. Bentley 01
Hello there, I'm William, although people still call me Billy at age 22, so I'm kind of past of all that. Besides, what's important here is that I'm the good guy throughout this story. I mean, I purchased a old farmhouse on the south side of Middleton a while back and after getting settled in for about a year, it seemed like it was time to change up the basement and make myself a sports cave or something.
But here was the problem with that. It just wasn't as simple as just cleaning it out. And before I say anything more, let me say right now that there were no provisions in the house sale contract that said anything left behind should be given back to the family that I bought the farmhouse from, so, again, I'm the good guy here.
"Oh, Billy, you were right to bring me into this project of yours, so let's hammer out a few of the details then, shall we, Billy?"
"Well, Mrs. Bentley, you are known for your wide range of gala event organizational skills and based on what I experienced at Twisted Tree a few weeks ago, I mean, you are the "who" of "who" when it comes to this stuff and all, so."
"Why, thank you, Billy, that's kind of you to say and notice, but there are a few things we need to get straight about this. I mean, at least half of the proceeds will go directly to my fund-raising organization, so you need to know that right up front, but that will include the insurance cost of transporting all these racks of aged wine safely to the Civic Center. I mean, trust me, I wish we could hold the auction right here in your basement, but things would get a little crowded for the size of gatherings that I am known for, so."
I mean, sorry folks, but I am not much of a wine drinker, so the wall of aged wine in basement was a waste on me and I wanted a game cave, so.
"Well, Mrs. Bentley, I mean, should I clean up the cob webs and all?"
"Absolutely not, Billy! I have a moving crew on retainer that is trained for this type of transport and with the way your basement has the old time set of outdoor entry doors and steps, I mean, all I want you to do at this point is, well, nothing, Billy other than to be home when the specialized movers show up, so."
"Alright, Mrs. Bentley, you know best, but I may want to keep five bottle or something for myself just in case and then I want to donate the remaining proceeds to that last surviving daughter of the family I bought the farmhouse from. I think she should be approaching college age and the money will be better put to use for that, so."
"Ahh, that's very honorable of you, Billy and you can do as you wish with the remaining proceeds, so carry on then. Also, the moving manager, Mrs. Williams, well, she might be able to help you select a bottle or two to keep. I mean, for me, LOL, it's a bottle of wine, so pop the cork and let's party, right?"
"Alright then, Mrs. Bentley, this project is yours then, so?"
"[Mwah, smooch, mwah.] Then fuck me in your bed to seal the deal then, Billy? I really want it while I'm leaning against the racks of aged wine, but you know, right? Crash! Also, don't be afraid to find a fem boy for my faggot hubby the night of the auction, Billy! I mean, since Twisted Tree and all."
See, folks? I didn't start any of that, so I'm still the good guy. Also, Mrs. Bentley said that I was good in bed and that's important because no one really ever said that to me directly before, so. Or after a while, people think that whatever they get is good, I mean, if her hubby has an eye for something else and all, right?
And by the way, I mean, my farmhouse is in Middleton, so I may or may not have a connection within the fem boy community, but that's a side job. I mean, my main job was to get laid! A few times, so.
"Hi, I'm the delicate moving manager, Mrs. Williams and I need to review the racks and bottles that are to be transported before I line up the trucks, alright?"
"Oh, by all means, Mrs. Williams, I mean, hi, I'm Billy and the racks are this way down the steps. And there is ample space for the truck to swing around the back of the house and use the old storm double doors and steps, so."
Well, I mean, I wasn't sure of the protocol, meaning lady's first or not, so I went ahead of her down into the basement.
"Oh, good, the racks are split into stackable racks, but look Billy, here's the deal, we can't possibly move any of these racks while they are loaded with bottles of aged wine, so just between us, we will carefully unload and carefully package up each bottle and then move everything separately. And they rent dust and cob web machines at the Halloween store, so is that acceptable to you then, Billy? I mean, no one but us and my crew Keçiören Escort will ever know, so?"
I mean, that kind of made sense to me, right? I mean, one bad tip or slip of a hand and crash, right? And why in the hell are the bottles already tilted down anyways? I mean, they point straight down to the floor!
"I mean, Mrs. Williams, I mean, I know nothing, so."
"Alright, did you want to fuck me in bed your bed to seal the deal then, Billy? I really want it while I'm leaning against the racks of aged wine, but you know, right? Crash!"
I mean, LOL, it was like it was in the auction event contract or something!
And SOB, true to Mrs. Williams' word, huh, the crew showed up early in the morning of the day of auction and SOB, she brought two bottle wrapped/packaging people with her.
"Easy there, Billy! They are my nieces! But I'll suck you off if their age does to you what every 21 years old woman's body does to a man, so?"
I mean, hey, Mrs. Williams added that line item to the contract, so, I'm still the good guy.
"OMG, Javier, Javier, wait, I brought some plastic sheeting to help keep as many of the authentic cob webs as possible, so hold up and I'll wrap the racks! (And then unwrap my rack for you, Billy)."
I mean, I may or may not have penciled that one into the contract, so.
"Hi, I'm Kendra and this is Lucia."
"Well, hey there, ladies. And might I say that your bottle wrapping skills are unmatched."
"Oh, so you like the way we slowly, but surely wrap the necks of these bottles then, Billy?"
"Well, duh, but, well, one of the bottles is liable to pop a cock, I mean, a cork, I mean, I should leave you girls to your business then, so, wow, I never realized how warm it gets in my basement then."
"Well, slow down there, boss. The three of us need each other right now, so are you in or are you out then, boss?"
Wait, wait, I mean, duh, yeah, we had what each other needed, right! LOL, which was?????
"I mean, of course, I agree with you two, but you know, you go first and get things started, okay?"
"Men! You need us to keep your dick hard until our Auntie sucks you dry and we need you to put in a good word for us to attend this soiree tonight! And don't be surprised that we know that women suck dick! We're 21, you know!"
Well, I mean, I did read that in a book once, so.
"And the good word could be that we serve the Champagne tonight, nerd boss man. I mean, if you think our boobs look good now while you're gazing down our work shirts, I mean, we won't disappoint in the special server outfits that we already bought, so?????"
"Oh, I mean, I just texted Mrs. Bentley, so."
"So, did she text you back then, nerd boss?"
"Well, it seems that I will pay for it, but."
"And no man ever said "no" to sex twice in one day, so?"
"Well, I mean, I mean, there should be a few photos of you two in such server outfits then, so?"
"So, go dump your first nut then, Billy and thanks. Oh, also, Billy, we are the swallowing sisters and all, so?"
"(Gulp) I mean, just who should I add as my personal plus two guests then?"
"James Jenson and Leo Linton."
"Oh, there you are, my Billy Poo, I mean, Billy, um, we should sign the paperwork upstairs then, alright? I mean, things are going along nicely down here, so. Oh, well, I see you have met my nieces, then."
"(Gulp) I mean, they are lovely and very hard-working young lady's, Mrs. Williams, who really know how to twist the packaging paper around the neck of each bottle, so."
"Hmm, interesting choice of words, but either way, shall we proceed up the stairs then, Billy?"
I mean, after a while, all contracts are full of red line entries, right?
"What the hell, Mrs. Bentley? Is this an aged wine auction or an award show?"
"LOL, it's a bunch of aged, yet very meaty boobs, that's for sure, Billy. Well, except for Mrs. Williams's two young nieces, Kendra and Lucia, which I will remind you that you owe me a doggie style pounding for, Billy. Anyways, um, mingle around and enjoy a glass of Champagne and listen as the money comes rolling in then, alright?"
"(But Mrs. Bentley, I can't understand a single word that the auctioneer is saying!)"
"Huh, that whisper was a smooth method to lean in to see if I was wearing a bra or not, Billy, but neither can I understand Wilma either, to be truthful. I just watch for the raising of a auction paddle and the writing of a check, so I don't care what Wilma is babbling. Also, so?"
"Um, like a special half bra that is flesh tone and meant for a low-cut dress then?"
"Plunge, but close Etimesgut Escort enough, Billy Poo, I mean, Billy, aged wine master."
Like I cared, right? I mean, I did and I demanded a rematch for the way Mrs. Bentley smothered me with them the first time we slept together, so I had the right to know what type of equipment I would be up against later, so.
"$125, $125, $125, do I hear $130, $130, $130, jibber, jibber, jibber, $135, $135, $135, jibber, jibber, jibber, sold!"
"You clean up really nice, nerd. Sparkling wine, sir?"
"Oh, Kendra, Lucia, ah, um, ooh la, la then?"
"Very, so take a quick photo and then we have to get a move on, but thanks again for helping us get inside of this soiree, nerd."
"Also, Billy, the lady in green has one eye on you, so?"
"Well, Lucia, which eye? Her right eye or her left eye?"
"OMG, men! It's just an expression. Just mingle with your glass of bubbly and let your eye find a green evening dress that is cut down to here and with boobs the size of Ohio busting out of said green dress."
Oh, well, that was actually helpful then. I mean, Ohio is bigger than the state I live in, so.
"Well, I'm happy to be lining your pockets tonight, young man. You're the owner of all these fine aged wines, right?"
"I mean, I don't really drink a lot of wine and it was all a waste from my side of things, so, um???"
"Helen, Helen Parker, available Helen Parker, so????"
"Oh, my name is William, but people have always called me booby, I mean, Billy, so."
"Alright, Billy, I'm not exactly available, but I do like it dirty. I mean, not as dirty as my faggot hubby likes things with his funny boys, but I will suck your cock in a fairly public place, so? Also, it's been a while, so blowing you in the Ladies room can be considered dirty, right Billy?"
Well, the only way to figure out if that was dirty or not was to investigate, right?
"I mean, I'd let them out, but I'd never get them back in, so?"
And then there is always the peanut gallery in the Ladies room, right?
"(I'll help you with them later, Helen! Just let me see his fat cock ruining your sassy mouth!)"
[Unzip, shimmy, plop, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, do they ever stop, swoosh, twang, twang, boing, boing, swoosh, wiggle, jiggle, jiggle, wiggle, twang, boing, landing gear down, slow wiggling to a halt. Boink.]
"Gag her, um???"
"Billy, aged wine master, Billy."
"Oh, snap, a cock under 40 and it's hard! Do it now, Helen or I'll hip bump you to the side!"
Oh, well, Mrs. Parker was having none of that hip bumping to side stuff! And I gagged the hell out of Mrs. Parker! I mean, with the peanut gallery lady's hand help, of course. I mean, she knew how to grip a wine bottle by the neck and package it into Mrs. Parker's throat, so. And how to, um, clean up the neck of the wine bottle just afterwards, so.
"Sonny, give me like 18 minutes to get these girls of Helen's back into her dress and come back around for some of the good stuff, alright?"
"Like your dried-up old pussy still works (gulp, swallow), Lisa!"
Oh, so that's what the peanut gallery lady meant by "sassy mouth" then, huh?
"$950, do I hear $950, jibber, jibber, jibber, the thong wrapping comes with the bottle of wine, $1000, $1000, do I hear $1500, $1500, the thong comes fresh from the Champagne server's gentlemen, do I hear $2000, $2000, jibber, jibber, jibber, $3000, $3000, Mrs. Bentley will personally hand off the bottle, do I hear $3500, $3500, jibber, jibber, jibber, $4000, sold! Wait, sold to my hubby?"
I mean, it wasn't me who said let the money roll in, so.
"You girls are naughty!"
"And men will believe anything. They are our thongs, but they are fresh from the laundry, so."
"Well, I guess I like that part then, Kendra."
"So, how was your trip to Ohio then, Billy?"
"Well, someone should put it in a book that there is a peanut gallery that is always willing to lend a helping hand, so."
"LOL, is that a complaint or a personal boast then, Billy?"
"Well, it was just new to me, but hell yeah, I'm boasting! I mean, you know, it was cool and all, so."
"LOL, we're happy for you, Billy the nerd boss, but listen, do you know anything about a van in the parking lot with a couple Tranny's in it?"
"Huh, what, me, no!"
"Good. You're a handsome nerd and there are plenty of female fish in the sea, so. Not that Mr. Bentley cares about that or anything. Anyways, I mean, in your limited experiences, I mean, well, can you go again, Billy? There is a young lady here looking for you and might I say, she is marriage material, Demetevler Escort so?"
"Well, those are all words that I either never had to address or heard before, Kendra, so?????"
"$2000, $2000, momma Wilma needs divorce money, do I hear $2200 for a the bottle that the lovely Lucia is currently showing around, $2500, can I get $2500, jibber, jibber, jibber, $2900 and a peek down her servant uniform is included, sold at $3100! Fuck, sold to my soon to be ex hubby! Again!"
Well, again, I have nothing to do with what's happening on the auction block, so.
"Hi, are you Billy?"
Add heavenly and soothing musical tones here.
"Oh, I am Billy and if there is a valid Preacher here, I mean, we're getting married, right? Also, so what's your name then, um, wife?"
"LOL, men are so silly sometimes. Anyways, hi, I'm Darla, the pure and wholesome surviving daughter, so?"
"Oh, well Darla, I mean, I'm not marrying you for your money or anything, so?"
"Um, do you need a moment to gather yourself, Billy?"
"No, that won't help. I'm a nerd, I'm a man, so I'm stupid. Or silly."
"$3000, $3000, do I hear $3000 for the bottle of aged wine that the lovely Kendra is, well, she seems to be jacking it off, I guess, so can I get $3200, $3200, can I get $3500 because she really knows how to twist a cork!"
"I'm not your type, Billy, but you did post about sharing the proceeds and I'm looking right down the double barrels of college expenses, so???"
Well, first of all, beautiful is everyone type! But I did commit to that, so.
"Oh fuck, Kendra popped it off with her teeth! Sold to Mr. Chambers for $6000!"
"Also, Billy, make it quick! I'm a little wholesome for this crowd, so???"
Well, her attire was on the conversative side. Cute, perky and preppy, but not as revealing as the others at the aged wine auction, so I knew what I had to do. After I sat Darla behind the registration table for safety purposes. And after Darla whispered to me that she doesn't wear two bras at a time to make herself look bigger. I guess she has no interest whatsoever in a t-shirt nipple tease, so.
"Well, your little virgin chickadee is already going to have quite the payday as it is, Billy, but if you attend my charity meetings once a month as you just promised, well, we'll jack her payday pot up by $10K over what's already been set aside for her, but if Mildred jacks you raw after reading the minutes from the last meeting, well, you deal with it, right?"
"Oh, well, I mean, I was just figuring that I would ease the pain by coating myself with your wet and healing juices, Mrs. Bentley, so?"
"Well, I guess if that's what the doctor ordered then, Billy. And don't forget about showering with me every other month! And I'll kick up the virgins pot up another $5K if you trot out to that disgusting van and take a couple of photos of my hubby while he has his dick all up in some funny boy's ass, so. Oh, and the butt sex, Billy, you promised me that. Ooh, ooh, and that 3-way with Jillian. OMG, and I almost forgot that you promised....."
Well, Mrs. Bentley told me to trot, she just didn't say when, so I heard enough about what promises I made with basically half of the MILF's in Middleton, so. However, preparing myself for what I might see when I whipped open the van doors wasn't something I wanted to do, so, LOL, I cheated.
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"Tommie Jaye, I need photos."
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"Many to choose from, Billy boy."
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"You getting their wallets?"
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"Sammie