Lunch invitation

I checked my new phone as I left the building and saw that I had a two new messages, both with attachments. The first was from Kirsty to say she'd be in work all day. The attachment was a picture of her and her work colleagues, all clearly having taken the pills and busy at "work".

I opened the other one, which simply said "See attached", so I opened the attachment.

On posh headed paper with a family crest and the name of a large country house was a simple invitation:

"Lord Dominic Farquhar cordially invites you to luncheon today. RSVP by 11am." With nothing else to do and Kirsty otherwise engaged, I replied with my acceptance and headed off to Farquhar Hall, wondering if this was the same Dominic from the hotel. I'd never dined with the aristocracy before.

***

Farquhar Hall was a huge old manor house set in stunning private parkland. A butler opened the massive carved oak front doors as I approached, and asked me for my name.

"Ah, yes, Lord Farquhar is expecting you. He is in the drawing room. This way, please."

The butler announced my name as he showed me into the plush sitting room, and Dominic from the hotel stood to greet me with an enthusiastic smile.

"Billy, Billy, what an absolute pleasure to have you here, thank you so much for coming!" he bellowed. "It's just us for lunch I'm afraid; you, me, and my niece Barbara. Barbara is staying here for a few days, she's just back from boarding school and her parents are away. She turned 18 a few months ago and is about to start on a year of travel, to show her how the world works."

He then lowered his voice to almost a whisper and continued in a conspirational tone, ushering me to a plush antique sofa.

"Her family aren't in our Club. I thought we could show her a thing or two about how the world really works, what?! No need for pills, my chef will secrete the necessary in our food. All my staff are in on our secret. I have lots of fun with the maids when the wife's away, what!"

We chatted cordially for a while, Dominic asking about my work and family and talking about the oil paintings of his ancestors that adorned the walls, then the sound of a gong could be heard, indicating that lunch was ready.

Barbara had "posh boarding school" written all over her; the expensive, elegant blue dress she wore, the string of pearls around her neck, her always-upright, straight-back posture, the snooty look she gave me when she first met, and the aristocratic voice in which she said "Charmed, I'm sure" in a way that seemed to imply the exact opposite.

The food was exquisite and the conversation was awkward but managed to flow reasonably well, albeit with several pregnant silences. The butler served tea and coffee after the meal.

Dominic winked at me as Barbara started to shift a little uncomfortably in her chair. I could feel a the pressure of a huge fart building in my gut, and could tell Barbara had the same problem, coupled with the tightening of her posh frock as her breasts steadily increased in size.

"Erm, that..." she started hesitantly, "oh, ooh..." - one of her hands left the table, and she made eye contact with me, involuntarily licking her lips, her eyes travelling hungrily over my body. "That was delicious, but if you'll excuse me, I'll..."

"Now, Barbara, you know the etiquette. Ladies stay at the table until the gentlemen elect to withdraw," interrupted Dominic. "You're not a little girl any more."

"Yes, Uncle Dom, you're quite correct of course," she replied, a note of panic in her voice. She glanced down at her boobs and gasped in shock as she saw they were bigger than before. Dominic stood with a smile and walked to her chair.

"In fact, my love, it looks like you're becoming quite a big girl now, aren't you?" and he placed a hand on the front of her dress, jiggling one of her tits, then stepped away again. Then there was the unmistakable sound of fabric ripped as her clothing could no longer take the strain.

"Oh, I can make noises like that too!" laughed Dominic heartily, "listen!" and he lifted a leg and farted, long and loud, the relief clearly evident on his face. Barbara was shocked.

"Uncle Dom!" she exclaimed, "how rude, how very rude!" Dominic nodded to me and I stood, and came round to join him standing next to Barbara. Barbara watched me as I did so, and Dominic unzipped his fly and unleashed his enormous, erect dick while her attention was diverted.

"Not as rude as this, my love," he said, and the shock on her face was hilarious. I unleashed my own cock and couldn't hold my fart in any more. The relief was awesome but Barbara's attention was back on me.

"How... rude," she said, but this time there was no outrage in her voice, her eyes hungrily taking in my enormous boner. "How very," her left hand cupped her left breast, her right gingerly touching my dick, her head moving towards it, "... very, very rude," and with that her mouth was around my cock, sucking eagerly, her tongue darting around the rim. She then stood, her chair falling backwards, and she pulled the remains of her dress off, allowing me full view of her oversized young tits and her soaking-wet panties. She at last allowed herself to fart, and as she did so Dominic pushed his dick against her arse. Barbara stepped towards me, flung her arms around me, her giant tits pressing against my shirt, and kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth, her hands stroking my rock-hard dick.