An old Butler and his rich bitches part 1

Hello there quick note , my first story so be gentle haha . There isnt sex in this as it sets up the events , youll understand when you read . There will be a small message at the bottom , encase you want to make sugggestions . Otherwise hope you enjoy.

The old butler and his rich bitches.
Part 1

Los Angeles, California….. Hammond residence.
“Edgar I have a business partner meeting me here for lunch. Make us a spread of food would you.”
“Yes sir” a short old man of sixty years old replied, putting on his fake smile as he walked slowly to the house he was INS kitchen. This old man was none other than Edgar Johnson. This man stood at the short height of five foot six, weighed at least sixteen stone. His belly stuck out quite far, he had lost all of his hair apart from the thin white tufts he had around the sides and of course the grey hairs in his ears, his skin was wrinkled and his teeth where yellow. He had the typical look of a grandpa, all except what he was wearing. The old man standing in a pair of polished shoes, pressed white shirt and black trousers. While to most people that attire would scream business man, it couldn’t be more of the opposite. You see Edgar wasn’t a business man …. No instead the shirt and shoes was his attire for his job, and that was as a butler. A job he had done now for over thirty years, a job he had for the most part enjoyed. Well that was until three years ago when he took the job to be the Hammonds butler.

He had worked for three other rich families before, and while sometimes trying they had treated him with respect. But after the last family he was with went broke and he was let go, they had kindly recommended to the Hammonds who were looking for some help, which he would be a good fit.
But not long after he had joined, he realised they were the family from hell. Each of them rude, demanding to the point of demanding things just to have someone do something for them without lifting a finger. If it wasn’t for it being inhuman, they probably would have had him wipe there asses for them. You see the Hammond family, or at least Michael Hammond the father owned countless amount of upscale hotels. The man was a millionaire, in fact he suspected probably close to a billionaire. He was the usual tall handsome, suited businessmen with a cocky attitude and an ego bigger then the mansion his family lived in.

But he wasn’t the main issue, not that Edgar didn’t think he was a tosser. The main issue where the three woman of the house, specifically one but well get to that in a minute.

The thing was, Edgar, even at his old age was a bit of a perv, it also didn’t help that it had been a good many years since he had been inside a woman. In fact apart from his wife who he split with a good ten years back he had only had sex with two other woman. But none of them where as beautiful as these girls. Although god did they know it, they acted like they shit gold.

There was Jessica Hammond, the thirty nine year old wife of Michael. She was at least five eight, toned slender body from hours in the gym. Large c cup breasts, hour glass hips and a lovely looking ass. Topped off with long blonde hair, always made up face, tanned skin and sparkling blue eyes. Manicured finger nails, and clothes that looked more suited to a twenty year old. Someone Edgar had definitely imagined fucking once or twice, he had to imagine she was good in the sack, it wasn’t like she did anything else but work out and spend her husband’s money.

Then there was Stephanie Hammond, the eldest of the Hammond children at twenty three. Much like her mother she had long blonde hair, was around five eight, maybe a tad shorter. Just like her mum she also had blue eyes, and wore clothes far too tight and to short (not that the old man was complaining). She also had a toned body, with a toned pert looking ass, long legs and a slim waist. Unlike her mom though, she had a large pair of fake double d tits . She had also had some sort of work done on her lips making them look incredibly plump. Much like her tits and lips, her tan was a tad too dark and her eyelashes where a tad too long. To Edgar, she looked like a fake whore ….. Not that the old man was complaining.

Finally there was the youngest of the two children, none other than Clara Hammond. This girl was Edgar’s idea of a walking nightmare. He had known her since she was fifteen and she had only gotten worse as she had gotten older .She was rude, disrespectful, stuck up (although that applied to the whole family), pretentious, lazy but most of all she was just a down right bitch. Clara was the cliché Daddy’s princess, at eighteen she did nothing but shop bitch with her equally stuck up friends and party until the early hours. The worst thing about it, this teen had become Edgar’s biggest fantasy. And it wasn’t just cause of how she looked, even though she was fantastic to look at. The girl had stunning brown eyes that made her seem innocent, with long blonde hair that had streaks of brown running through it. She had the body type of a Victoria secret model, at five nine, she was petite with long endless legs that led up to a love toned looking ass. While she didn’t have massive tits at most a large b cup it didn’t stop her from looking sexy. Lightly Tanned skin added to her looks, along with what was Edgar’s favourite part. Unbelievably juicy natural looking lips …… something he had imagined would feel amazing around his wrinkled old cock.
But while yes he’d love to fuck Clara, after the abuse and treatment she had given him, his main fantasy was to dominate this teen cunt. Make her his slave, make her do whatever he demanded. He wanted to fuck her rough, he wanted to humiliate her, make her weight on him hand and foot.

But of course that was just an old, tired man’s fantasy. But little did he know, it would soon become a reality …. All it took to start it was a small video call from an old friend.

Edgars home…..

“I just don’t think I can take their attitude henry, the other families I worked for where at least polite not to mention paid better. While I worked for them, I still considered them friends of sorts. But the Hammonds.” Edgar said scrunching his old face up in disgust as he looked at the computer screen in front of him. On said screen was his old friend Henry Jefferies. Henry was a sixty three year old retired builder, who until recently had lived in LA like his oldest friend Edgar, but know resided in Florida to be closer to his grand kids. As a way to keep in touch, said grandkids had set Edgar and Henry up with a way to communicate as if they were still in the room …. Although it had taken a long, long time for them to get the hang of it.

Henry much like Edgar had a wrinkled face, but instead of being overweight, he was instead very thin, a little gaunt even. He has thin grey hair, along with a large pair of speck glasses.

“Then quit, retire like me” Henry replied, after all he had wanted his friend to retire, maybe even join him out in Florida.

“I need a few more years to build up money you know that.” Edgar shot back, a little jealous of his old friend.
Knowing his friends money situation, Henry went to lighten the mood ….. But what he said next sparked an idea that would change Edgar’s life.

“You know, I was reading this great spy novel where it turned out a normal businessmen was actually an arms terrorist.” Henry replied with a chuckle before continuing “The hero of the story planted a small camera in the man’s office witch recorded the villain’s dealings. Needless to say it ended in a shootout of course, but maybe that’s why the Hammonds are such pricks …..There really under covered arms dealers.”

Edgar stared at the screen with a blank look that slowly turned into a smile, which then turned into a chuckle. His friend could really be an idiot sometimes, even though that idiot had subconsciously planted the idea in Edgars head.

The next day….
Being that it was Edgar’s day off, he had decided to take a small stroll into town. Clearing his mind of anything to do with his snobby bosses …..Or the snobby teen Clara. The problem was he couldn’t, for some reason his chat from last night with Henry stuck clearly in his mind. Well specifically the stupid comment about a spy using a small camera to record an arms dealer. Usually he would have played it off as nothing, but the old man’s state of mind had changed recently.