Story 33
Summary:
Penny, nineteen-year-old, virgin. She works every day in a factory but dreams of a better life. One day she gets called to go and see her employer, and her life is about to change.
Mr. Williams, the forty-year-old boss. He offers her a chance for a better life with him - and with another woman.
Threesome, oral, pussy licking, blow job, titty sucking, jerk off, fingering, lesbian.
It was a hard life working in the factory but Penny felt as though she had grown increasingly competent at the job.
It wasn’t quite the relentless toil that it had been for her before.
It was far from fun, of course, but she no longer finished her days feeling as though every single muscle of her body was screaming out in agony.
She was nineteen years old and now felt that her position in life, while far from perfect, was also far from terrible.
Things could certainly be worse, there was no doubt about that.
It was hard for young women in the nineteenth century, unless they were lucky enough to be born into a good social situation.
Penny, unfortunately for her, had not been born into such a situation.
Therefore, as hard as the work could be, she did tell herself that she should be grateful for what she had.
When she had been younger she had sometimes allowed herself to dream about a different kind of life, a better kind of life. Sometimes she still allowed herself to indulge in those sorts of fantasies.
She had always been an attractive young woman, and at nineteen she could look at herself in the mirror and be pleased with what she saw.
She only worried that the hard life she lived might affect her looks as she got older.
For now, however, she seemed unaffected.
She was a petite girl with shoulder-length light brown hair and big green eyes.
Her cheeks had a rosy glow to them. Despite her small frame she still had a curved figure with large breasts and a rounded ass.
She sometimes wished that she could show off her figure somehow.
That was where her fantasies would begin. She’d think about just walking around town in her best dress, looking at her absolute best, when someone would spot her. It would be a rich man passing by in his carriage and he would take one look at her and know that he wanted her.
She would be swept off her feet. He would take her away to some secret, grand house and there he would woo her. She would resist at first although she would be secretly flattered and thinking about the future that might be opening up to her.
The problem was that she never got to meet these kinds of men, and she didn't even have any outfits that seemed suitable for attracting the attention of these men.
Sometimes she'd walk around town and might spot a carriage passing by and imagine to herself the man who might be inside and the life that he might lead, but it all seemed so distant to her, so impossible.
The only men that she did meet were the working men around where she lived, as well as those who worked in the factory with her.
They were rough and crude men and not at all what she was looking for in life.
There was a strange attraction to them - in the way that they swaggered around the place, their physical presence.
It all seemed so superficial to her in some ways though.
She wanted a man who was truly confident in himself because of who he was, not because of his physical strength or his ability to physically dominate.
Every once in a while she would glance a gentleman about town - perhaps exiting a carriage and walking into a shop, a shop where she would never be allowed, where she would be chased out immediately.
They had a confidence all of their own, but it was different from the cocky swagger of the working men. It was a confidence that seemed to come from a deep-seated faith in their own place in the world.
Sometimes after she had seen one of them around town she would return to her meager lodgings and, with the door shut securely behind her, she would take her clothes off and consider herself.
Her hands would move over her body. She would feel her taut, flat stomach.
She would run her hands slowly over the curve of her hips.
She would move upward to where her breasts curved outward from her body and take hold of them, feeling them, pert and firm.
She would feel the bumps of her nipples and wonder what these men would think if they could see her like this.
Wasn’t she attractive? Wasn’t she desirable?
Yet how could she ever hope to make them see this?
She had no idea how she could possibly make it happen.
It was impossible. The whole situation was frustrating.
If only there was some way for her to make them see her, really see her.
These were the thoughts that occupied her. Ideas of escapism so that she wouldn’t have to keep thinking about the daily drudgery of her life.
Indeed, often when she found herself in front of the machinery at work she would be there physically but her mind would be soaring away, off with some dashing stranger who would hold her and look her in the eyes in a way that told her that he did see her the way that she saw herself,
the way that she wanted to be seen.
She was lost in such thoughts one day when a voice called her, as though from far away.
“Penny,” the voice said, but she didn’t hear it. She was going through the motions. Her mind was far away, in luxurious drawing rooms of deep, dark wood with men who flattered her and wanted nothing so much as to pamper her to gain her approval and her affections.
"Penny!" the voice came again, louder. She jumped slightly, startled.
She turned and saw the factory foreman, a red-faced, angry man who always filled her with a sense of dread.
On more than one occasion she had caught him looking at her lecherously and she worried what he might try if she was ever left alone with him.
“Yes, sir?” she said, trying to smile.
“The boss wants to see you.”
“The...the boss?”
“Mr. Williams.”
Penny gulped. Mr. Williams was the owner of the factory.
She had never even met him, even when she was hired for the position it had been one of his underlings who gave her the job.
He was a higher-up who moved in circles far above hers.
He didn't waste his time with the "little people".
Why on earth would he want to see her now? She had a bad feeling about it.
“Why does he want to see me?” she asked. The foreman’s face seemed to get even redder.
“That is not the sort of question you should be asking. If he wants to see you then he wants to see you, and that is that.”
Mr. Williams lived in an imposing house just down the road from the factory. The staff had to pass it every day on their way to work and it felt as though he was watching over them. Even though Penny had never met him, never even seen him, she was always aware of his presence.
Penny walked toward his house feeling as though she was walking to her doom.
When she arrived, she knocked on the door. A maid answered and looked at her enquiringly. The maid looked as though she was in her mid-thirties. She was attractive if slightly severe-looking, with long black hair.
“I’m here to see Mr. Williams,” Penny said, “I’ve been sent from the factory. By the foreman.”
"Very good," the woman said and led her into the house. It was luxury of a sort that Penny had never encountered before, had only dreamed of. There were luxurious, comfortable-looking seats but she didn't dare to sit down. All that she could do was wait.
She didn't have to wait long. The door opened and a man walked in. He was well dressed - even Penny, with her limited knowledge, could tell that his clothes were expensive. She took them in quickly, the way that they were tailored perfectly to fit his powerful-looking frame.
Because that was one thing that she couldn't help but notice - this man was well built, athletic with broad shoulders and a powerful-looking chest.
Then her eyes took in his face and she was shocked by what she saw.
She had expected her employer to be more like her foreman - an angry-looking elder man - but this wasn't the case.
He looked as though he was maybe forty years old at the most but there was something in his eyes that seemed younger.
His eyes were captivating - they were a brilliant, bright blue.
His hair was blonde and cut short. He was clean-shaven with a strong jawline and high cheekbones.
He looked her up and down as he entered the room, smiling a crooked smile to himself - or was it for her benefit? She wasn’t sure.
“Good,” he said, “very good.”
She stood awkwardly, waiting to see what he would do next.
“My name is Mr. Williams,” he said to her.
“Very good, sir.”
“And you are Penny, correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Very good,” he said again.
He looked at her without speaking. She felt slightly uncomfortable and wasn’t sure where to look or what to do with herself.
"Well," he said, "you are even lovelier close-up."
He noticed her confused expression.
“You see,” he continued, “I like to watch the people come and go every day. I see my workers heading to the factory, and I take note. I spotted you a while ago and I’ve been thinking about you ever since.”
“You...you have?”
“Yes. You see, for certain young ladies - certain special young ladies - I like to offer them options. An opportunity, you could say.”
“I...I don’t understand, sir.”
“No, of course not. You saw Mary when you came in. She was another one who caught my eye. I would like to offer you the chance to come and join my staff. It is an easy life, a good life.”
“That...that sounds amazing, sir.”
“It is a far better life than out on the factory floor. All you have to do is...keep me happy.”
“How do I do that, sir?”
His smile seemed to broaden at that. It was as though she had said just the right thing.
He stepped toward her. Suddenly he was right in front of her. She looked up at him, awed by his physical presence.
He lifted her face up, his fingers on her chin.
Then it happened. It was as though it happened in slow motion.
He bent down to her and kissed her on the lips.
He did it slowly, tenderly, and then withdrew his mouth from hers.