Simpsons Porn Story: The Estate (Pt1)

Simpsons Porn Story: The Estate (Pt1)

The Estate (Pt1)

The car pulled to a stop, the crunching of gravel beneath the wheels ceased, the looming manor which had filled the windscreen as they had approached now filled the entire view on the right hand side, the sun blocked from view the shadow cast over them. The Simpson’s stepped from the car and looked up, they all looked at the Manor, they had seen it before, they had seen it this close before but its size was still awe inspiring. Mr Burns had invited them here for the week, yes for the week, Homer didn’t know why, he suspected a promotion, but that was Homer. He had had a little bit of a spring in his step when he had found out, when burns had invited him to the office, as he had left after the short talk, well the talk burns had given he had said nothing apart from “Yes sir” in agreement to the offer. He had suspected the promotion then as he closed the door behind him, especially with the look on Smithers face, one of shock when the offer had been made, obviously he had known nothing about it either.

Marge had been told that night, she recalled homer running in the front room door an telling her of the talk and his suspicions, she had seen how homer had been that night, those last few days of the week drawing up to this weekend, his happiness and delight, his absolute assuredness he was being promoted, as she stood here now looking up, she feared burns had ulterior motives, what those motives were she didn’t know but burns never invited his underlings to stay at his house, never, promotion or otherwise. The kids, they were not bothered, bart simply wanted to re kindle those adventures he had when he had stayed here when burns had tried to adopt him, all those rooms, he was sure there was secret rooms and passages though had never found them, he intended to this week. Lisa, she had first seemed suspicious with marge, but then she had recalled the Pony’s and horses on the estate and those suspicions were pushed to the side as she dreamed of the riding she hopefully would be permitted..

The Large door opened, they all turned to look, a servant, a butler appeared and made his way over, homer smiled feeling strangely royal, he turned and walked to the boot of the car, opened it and removed the luggage, the butler an elderly gentleman joined homer and took the cases he had removed from the car, good afternoon sir he said, homer looked at his family smiling, good afternoon he replied, the butler lifted two of the cases homer had put to the floor, they were heavy homer knew but they was no strain on the butlers face as he seemed to effortlessly lift them, if you would follow me sir, homer took two more cases, looked at marge and flicked his head for her to get the remaining two from the boot then followed the butler up the steps to the awaiting doors.

Inside, though he knew what to expect it still amazed him, the vast room, full of marble, pictures and the two dominating stairs rising up and curving to meet to the next floor, all this could encompass the majority of his meagre house, all this just to welcome people,……how the other half lived he thought. Still looking around, talking it all in, he heard the butler say, after we have arrived at your rooms, would sir kindly relinquish his motor vehicle keys so the contrap…..vehicle can be parked to the side of the estate with the grounds garages. Yes yes homer said still looking around in marvel, as he neared the stairs he heard the remainder of his family enter the house.

It wasn’t until they had actually all unpacked and went back downstairs that they met Burns, he had been…..elsewhere. Oh im so glad your hear he said, walking over briskly with a beaming smile as if he had just encountered a long lost friend, the simpsons were obviously taken aback, this was not the norm for burnsy, he greeted them all warmly and said he was pleased they were all settled and apologised for not being hear to meet them but he had urgent things he had needed to take care of. That being done, he could be the perfect host which is what he wanted, what he wanted them to think of him. Still taken aback at this new burns, they followed him into the large living room.

Offering the large leather seats to marge and homer with a wisp of his hand, he walked over to the drinks cabinet and asked if they would like to partake, he reeled off a few to which marge declined all, but homer took a scotch, the kids were given a soda each and burns sat opposite on a large leather sofa, he sighed as his old bones sank into the comfy material, phew he said, long day, I imagine all this he said looking round, then looking at the kids is a bit stuffy for you, so if you wish, he leaned over to the wooden table beside the sofa and pressed a buzzer, you can go outside where there is a large play area, supervised of course, he said smiling at homer and marge where you can play to your hearts content, with that the door opened and the butler appeared, john said burns, if you would be so kind as to take these lovely kids to the recreation area and let them run free, take good care of them.

The kids, jumped up with there sodas laughing, thanking burns as they followed after, then overtook the slow butler. Burns smiled as the door was closed behind the butler leaving them alone. Right he said, I want to start by saying I am looking forward to this week, and I hope you have a magnificent stay, the house, treat it as your own, there are no boundaries, all rooms are there for your convenience, then he smiled, but knock first if you want to come into mine, he laughed, I think you would be embarrassed to say the least if you saw this bag of bones walking around in shorts as I often do.

How was your trip?, but looked at them intently, homer a little quietly it was fine thank you mr burns, no trouble at all, Monty please replied burnsy call me monty, this week I am not your boss, I am a friend and wish you to feel that and express it so, so if you both wouldn’t mind, monty, your very kind mr…Monty marge said. Your welcome. I don’t know why…er..er why you have asked us to stay for the week, monty cocked his head and smiled, do I need a reason? I simply want to interact more closely with and make more friends with the workforce, after all, without them, what would I be, what would I have. Homer, is a valued member of a highly trained team, and I am only part of that team, Homer looked at marge, highly trained!!!

Anyway, burnsy said, swilling down the remainder of his drink, it really is so good to have you hear, I am really looking forward to this week I really am, I know we haven’t said much but, I really have a couple of things that need attending to and I can not leave them much longer, we can chat more over our meal tonight, he stood and stretched his legs, oh that reminds me, I have taken the liberty, I hope you don’t mind of ordering you some special clothes for tonight, im not being impolite and please please please don’t take it the wrong way, I just thought you might like them, if you don’t, then fine, simply wear what you want, but if you do……good and consider them a gift. With that, he said his goodbyes and left the room.

Marge and homer looked at each other, they were speechless for what seemed like an eternity. Was that the mr burns we know homer said, I don’t think so, but im not complaining, marge smiled, I much prefer him like this but I agree, it isn’t the one we know, perhaps he’s been cloned, they both laughed. They stood, its an amazing place marge said, huge, it makes our house look small and insignificant, imagine the cleaning!! He said, homer began, to treat it like our own, so…..lets go for a walk, and with that, they did. Screens flickered, a mass of them, rows and rows, each one depicting views of each room, some obvious, some discreet and some cunningly hidden, no room was safe, not even the bathrooms. Monty Burns had said to them that they could visit any room they wanted, it wasn’t strictly true, here in his own little hideout within his bedroom behind a strong secret sliding door lay the heart of his security, he and only he had access, and this week, he intended to use it to its full capacity and maybe………….

He smiled, he could see his reflection in some screens, his long thin nose and prying knowing eyes and that devilish grin, he watched homer and marge walk around the downstairs, visiting all the rooms, admiring them, there was a lot to admire, he had spent years and vast fortunes of money acquiring some of the rarities here, not that he imagined they would appreciate, acknowledge or recognise most of it for what it was worth, but that worth meant nothing as he stared at marge as she walked along with that fat buffoon of a husband, the useless lazy good for nothing, but she, she was an object to be desired, to be gazed upon, to spend and lavish upon, he wanted her, he wanted her so badly.

The afternoon passed quickly, the children, just as they appeared to be tiring were beckoned over and informed the meal would be in one hour and now would be a good time to shower and dress accordingly, bart with sweat pouring down his face and panting decided a shower sounded fantastic and was gone, lisa who had barley finished the game she had started had to agree and followed suit, homer and marge were back in the room where Monty had given his welcome speech as it were, they were reclining in the ever comfy leather suit when they were informed about the meal, good said homer, im famished, marge smiled as she watched him pull himself from the sofa, groaning as his body fought to stand straight after its relax, she followed him out and towards the stairs and their bedroom.

Monty had tired watching the kids, grimaced as he watched marge sitting beside homer, but smiled as he had watched her, he had stared for nearly two hours, his heart floating, he was in love, deeply and desperately in love with her, with no way of telling or showing her, he doubted all the possessions he had could prize her from him, and doubted he could make her love him as he loved her, but even that knowledge didn’t dissuade his feelings. He had seen just as he switched off the machines, the butler, john exiting their bedroom, he smiled at the gifts he had sent to them, especially the one he had sent to marge, he hoped, hoped beyond all hope she would wear it, it had cost an awful lot of money and time and he hoped it all wouldn’t go to waist.

He could have stayed and watched, he ached to watch, but he wanted the surprise, or the pain, whichever emotion it would be as she walked into the dinning room shortly, he could have stared at her undressing, showering, he wanted so much to see her naked, lathered in soap, his heart raced at the images in his head and he felt the throbs from between his thighs from the prominent erection he had, age hadn’t taken everything from him he said allowed as he cupped his crutch, he smiled and then walked into the bedroom and prepared to get ready for tonight.

Marge and homer walked into their bedroom when they had ensured the kids knew exactly what was expected of them, complete shower, no missing, she had expressed that looking at bart, who had confided that he wanted a shower desperately so he fully intended to have a proper one, they were both also expected to dress nicely and be on their very best behaviour around the dinner table, mr burns may seem nice at the moment, but must we remind you of the temper he has and how this wonderful time could turn if they didn’t do as they were told. The message delivered they entered their room to which they stood and stared at the two bulky boxes on the bed, one either side.

Childishly homer ran towards his and opened it eagerly, wow was all he could say pulling out the coat of an expensive looking tux, fully trimmed and lined and smelling fresh and new, check this out he said offering it to marge, very nice she said eagerly walking to her box, she looked down wondering what lay within. She opened it, her eyes widened and she gasped, oh my god, this is gorgeous, she touched the shiny black material, it was so smooth, like silk, she lifted it and watched it gracefully unfold and drop to just above the floor, not a crease, this looks really really expensive she said, marge smiled, that is one hell of a number, you are going to look absolutely divine tonight marge, divine. Grinning like a child, marge could hardly contain herself, she made her way to the shower, stripped and entered, all the time thinking of that beautiful dress lying there on the bed waiting for her.

The memory of its elegance, the aura of affluence it gave off, this inanimate object, this piece of material…..so completely and utterly taking her every thought, she sat in front of the mirror, applying what little makeup she wore her eyes flitting back to the bed and the box, part of the dress draped over the base, she shook with excitement as she stood and walked over, gently picking it up as if it would shatter in her hands lest it be handled correctly, then something hit her, even though she had not stopped thinking of the dress since she had seen it, this type, this style of dress allowed only a special bra, one which hid behind the slim straps around the back, or a boob tube type of bra, both requiring clear straps and clasps, she possessed none, neither of these types, all hers were simple, regular bras, or…..she would have to be bra less.

The thought wasn’t very appealing to her, she always wore bra’s, well when she was dressed anyway, especially when out, she wasn’t comfy within herself to be otherwise, now she had to have a choice, look stupid with her bra straps on show, ruining the look of this…..this work of art or………braless….she smiled, there was only one choice really. She had wanted to look nice for the meal, she also wanted to look nice, good and sexy for homer, she had already chosen her underwear, she merely ignored the bra, she dressed and looked in the mirror, though she wasn’t one for self admiration, she had to admit, it brought out the best in her, it hugged where it was supposed to, fell and smoothed elsewhere and the fact she was bra less couldn’t be seen such was the design and workmanship everything was pulled and kept well in place, homer walked out of the bathroom fully tuxedo’d up and stopped dead in his tracks, jaw dropped, marge he finally managed to say, you look like a million dollars.

She felt it too, as they walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the smells of the cooked meal prepared and awaiting them, she felt like royalty, the lady of the house, she felt good, really good, more so with homers constant appraisals and compliments as they walked, or rather she felt glided. In the dinning room all awaited the parents. The large and long table obviously for VIP dinners and lunches was prepared as if they were expecting said VIP’s, Monty, as he was now being referred to, even by the kids, was at the head, obviously, bart was to his right, half way down the table, and lisa opposite bart, three quarters down on the same side was marges setting and opposite her was homers setting. Monty had positioned them purposefully, he didn’t want them all sitting too closely, he had told the kids he wanted it to be an informal meal, even though they had dressed up, he wanted it to feel more like friends than family, it was of course only partially true. When homer and marge walked in monty stood to greet them, but was speechless, her beauty was undeniable, she looked perfect, absolutely perfect, he smiled unable still to speak, listening to the compliments the children were giving her, it took great restraint but he simply said marge, you look very very nice, and homer, a short pause while he tried to find the right words, you look the perfect gentleman, he wanted to say you look like a fat bloke in a tux, but he doubted it would have gone down well, you are a lucky man, he smiled at marge and opened his hand to her seat offering her the place.

The meal, served and quiet eloquently burns thought was being eaten, he had imagined it to be like he had once witnessed homer in the canteen, devouring it barely chewing it before forcing it into the vast ever willing to accept stomach, he had been wrong and was thankful really. The conversation was going well, he had asked the kids to recount their day to which they both eagerly did, he laughed saying they had crammed so much in, but he added, there is still more, and a week to do it in so savour it. Maids entered and waked around the table offering champagne, to ensure marge didn’t refuse he stated it was his very best and he had flown it in just two days ago from France for this occasion, he hoped she wouldn’t refuse, he inwardly smiled when she didn’t, he had doubted homer would have refused anyway, but wouldn’t have been bothered if he had……shocked but not bothered.

He stood, lifted his own glass, containing water, he liked to be in control, he had had one drink today, he rarely drank more, he liked his mind to be free…….to plan. He walked towards bart, that orange juices was also flown in especially for this week he said, from California, they were picked and squeezed less than 48 hours ago, only the best. He bent down and spoke to bart, don’t forget he said, this house has plenty of adventures here, and if im not mistaken, I think there may be the odd secret passage to be found and explored, barts eyes lit, really he said, where……..monty smiled and winked, they wouldn’t be secret then would they, you’ll have to hunt, but, if you have been unsuccessful by lets say, in two days time, ill not only give you clues, but ill tell you where one or two are, cool was the only word he heard before bart tucked back into his meal.

Walking on and towards homer, he said, I think a man of your tastes will appreciate this champagne, I do homer said gulping the remainder of his glass down and seeming quite please when the maid stepped from the wall where she had quietly and unnoticed to all and promptly refilled the glass, do you like it up to know, burns gave homer credit, the oaf actually finished his mouthful before he spoke, you have a wonderful house mr……monty you should be very proud, I am…..I am he said then lowered to homer, and you my good friend should be proud of this wonderful family you have, and did I say you suit the tux, its almost like you constantly wear them the way you maneouvour in it, thank you homer said, this time burns could tell he had not chose to finish the mouthful before speaking, as if on a casual walk burns, turned and walked back passed bart, this was all planned out, to look casual but it all had a purpose.

I hope, burns said, you don’t mind me walking around like this, I have to you see, I cant manage a large meal all at once I have to walk a little to help it settle, small portions you see, unlike you homer, I envy you, you eat a mans meal, he chuckled as he said it, homer smiled, burns saw some of the food he had in his mouth as he did so, he wished he hadn’t looked now, though he didn’t show his……..disgust at the man, then he walked over to lisa, nearly there nearly he kept saying to himself, he knew exactly what he was going to say, how he was going to say it, how he walked hoping it would seem casual and not rehearsed, he had waited and planned so log.

He had flown in from Italy a top designer, they had sat for hours in his office burns telling him what he wanted, rather than what the designer wanted, he was an old friend so he understood, the dress had to be firm fitting, very sheik, silky to the eye and touch, mostly backless with two simple straps holding the front, and the design had to be so that when stood it felt firm and comfy yet when sat, the firmness gave enough to feel comfortable but also enough for his plan, or this part of the plan to be executed, apparently the tests had gone better than expected, but now or very very soon he would know.

He reached lisa, and you young lady, I know you know what fun is so, and he bent down, at the far end of the estate is a….shall we say adequate facility holding….ponies, lisa gasped and turned to him, her eyes Albright, oh yes he said, with all the hands required to look after these fine animals and trainers to train….shall we say little girls who want to ride them……..burns thought he saw a tear welling in her eye, he almost felt joy……almost, he simply smiled and stood, his heart was racing, he was fighting to control his composure, he could hear and feel his heart pounding in his chest, now now he thought, now is the time. He walked as casually as he could over to marge, she was sat eating her meal, so gracefully, he looked at the dress, hugging her form, accentuating her curves, he hoped this worked, hoped the design it had been built for worked, it was only a small part of his plan, or hopes, an expensive one, but one he had only been to willing to pay when he had first hatched the idea.

Closer and closer, two feet away and you marge he began, must treat this week as a full relaxation away from all your normal chores and routines, he lowered towards he, no stresses or strains, there will be no cleaning and housework, all will be provided, not even tidying or making the beds all you simply have to do my dear is enjoy this week to the full. And full was the word he was thinking of now, the expense of the dress had been worth it just to see her in it, but now the real reason for this dress was before him, full, the two full crests of her breasts, soft and smooth heaving slowly to her breathing, the dress design under the cup, supporting to raise them as he had required, the curves downwards into the cleavage all this spotted and imprinted on his brain for ever more in a few seconds. The front of the dress, designed so when the wearer was sat, it folded forward slightly giving the maximum view, as he had required, inwardly he trembled as he saw the front of the breast, the slightly rougher areola and of course, the large yet inert nipple.

Burns knew he had stayed in this lowered position longer than he had with the others so just to make sure he hadn’t been noticed he stood and carried on his talk, walking back to his place. As he sat, the familiar stirrings he had got as he walked to marge in anticipation were now a full blown erection and he was pleased he was now sat as he didn’t want them seeing the bulge in his trousers, well he didn’t want the others seeing, he recalled over and over again the vision he had just seen, the wonder of it, he had been almost tempted to plunge his hand in and grab like an eager child at a toy, he needed to see them again, he needed to hold them in his hands, by the time this week was over he would make sure, hook or by crook he would, and so much more…….so much more.

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