It was another sorry disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room door in my smart butler's uniform black coat, and grey vest and black pant with a individual chevron awaiting instruction.

My employer, or at least, my employer's mother the dowager noblewoman H, was her usual disagreeable self.

The Dowager or Lady Margaret. She must have been in her forties though she would receive passed for sixty with informality in her dowdy black widow attire. She was still in mourning for her late married man who had departed this mortal gyre some two yr since. A felicitous spill the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

She read the terminal of her letters. She sighed in resignation and she turned on me once more.

"Hanson, tell me,"she said in her victor voice,"What do you do for entertainment on your day off."

"I see my mother and Sister, Madam."I replied.

"You don't have some little cleaning lady hidden away then ?"she probed.

I was thoroughly fed up with being a butler. Ten long time I served in the Devon and Somerset Yeomanry rising to tinge police sergeant. Yet when the heartsease came a butler was the only post I could secure.

"No Madam."I replied.

"A boy then,"she taunted mischievously,"I knew it, a sod !"

"No Madam."I insisted.

She liked humiliating me. I looked at her though carefully so not as to make eye physical contact.

"Oh you are !"she clapped her hands delightedly.

I had had sufficiency of her. I resolved to resign forthwith.

"No lady, after my home visit I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his lordship's favourite whore. I have her dress all in black as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a Equus caballus whip like his Lordship did shouting, ‘ Take that Margaret you bitch ! before throwing her upon the bed and fucking her up her backside."

"Ah ha, I knew you were a sodomist, it is in the eyes !"she said delightedly."You're lying of form. He fornicated with every buxom bird he could lay hands on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

"So Hanson, are you saying you would like to thrash me with a horse whip and sodomise me ?"she asked.

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to whip me with a gymnastic horse party whip ?"she asked.

"Indeed, I think I should enjoy that very much,"I confessed.

"Oh !"she squealed delightedly,"What fun ! ah that will be all Hanson. Thank you."

I expected to be dismissed on the spot but she was actually laughing.

His Lordship and his young wife lady Jane returned in time for dinner so I had to be on duty in the dining room.

They ate the grand meal with all the decorum of pigs at a bowl, and drank the amercement vino as if it were lemon cordial.

"I say,"Lady Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much French wine-colored,"It would come out that Hanson here has a Passion for whipping poor people unsuspicious wenches with a cavalry whip."

"Has he been abusing the retainer ?"Lord H enquired.

"No,"she replied,"But a authentic germ tells me he likes to have some green fornicatress dress in mourning melanise and then he whips and sodomises them."

"good God female parent, in fatal ?"noble H laughed,"Perhaps you have an admirer ! What say you Hanson ?"

"I should thrash her within an ounce of her life given a half prospect my lord,"I explained.

"Capital, capital letter !"nobleman H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no error. Thrash mom. She would eat you for breakfast !"

"Indeed My Lord,"I agreed and I blushed crimson.

"prison term for the Port I think,"Lord H laughed,"well, well, well, what a thought ma horse whipped by the servants !"

"Geoffrey, please !"ma'am Jane chided. Poor ma'am Jane. Barely twenty two. Married two year and still childless. cook said it was because noble H was impotent though how she knew was unclear.

The meal finished and the fellowship retired. I took my supper with Captain James Cook and the maids downstairs.

I went to bed confused. I had expected to be dismissed instantly for insubordination.I could not apprehend the Dowager's response.

Normality returned for a few daytime until both noble H and Lady Jane went hunting.

I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's bedchamber ship's bell rang. Bessie the housemaid went at once but returned quickly."The Dowager wants Mr Hanson,"she announced.

I went at once,"Yes Madam ?"I ventured as I entered her elbow room after knocking politely.

"cum in close the door, there is a tipple,"she ordered."I have something for you."

She handed me a smart leather bound grammatical case, unusually long and sparse."subject it then."she ordered.

I opened the case. It contained a somewhat utilise horse whip.

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my pipe dream,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my mistake,"she said."Bolt the threshold and drop off your trousers."

"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.

"Bolt the door and cut down your trousers I shall not say you again,"she repeated.

"Yes lady, certainly lady,"I replied and I slid the door thunderbolt along and returned to suffer before her as she sat on the bed fully dressed I might add.

"Trousers down Hanson,"she ordered,"I need to audit your equipment."

"Yes Madam."I replied again and duly unwrap my belt ammunition and let my pant slide to the floor.

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes Madam,"I agreed. I had a job. My member like a collapsible shelter pole, making a tent of my underpants.

Carefully I eased them down.

"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to attention already, my H needed a riding crop up his behind before he showed any inclination at all."

"Madam,"I agreed. She reached out and touched my stopcock. She gripped the beam of light and then rubbed a finger over the eye at the top where a astragal of pre cum glistened.

She licked that finger,"Not bad,"she agreed,"You will do."

She lay back across the wide doubled bed. She pulled up her doll and I saw she wore no underwear what so ever. Just a brace whang and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."Fuck me Hanson, take in your payoff for once,"she ordered.

"Of course of action dame,"I replied and I swiftly undid my black patent leather indoor horseshoe and pulled my pant underpants and socks off to fend before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his wind cone off,"she laughed as she lay with her knees raised and parted,"Such consideration. Now fuck me you brute !"

I advanced towards her, I guided my penis towards her and the first contact I made was my cock to her quim. It was indulgent, moist, hot, yielding. My penis glided in like a knife through hot butter.

It was so long since I go had a adult female. My penis revelled in his employment. Pleasant mavin raced through my consciousness. She moaned. I kissed her.

"No kissing,"she said,"No inordinate familiarity."

"Sorry Madam,"I apologised,"Shall I fuck you tenderly or shall I use you like a whore ?"

"Use your prudence Hanson,"she suggested,"After all that is what Butlers are supposed to do."

"Thank you brothel keeper,"I said."In that case take up that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

"Not quite what I had in brain,"she laughed,"I would prefer to a lesser extent talking and Sir Thomas More effort."

No petting, no talking, it was like using an Army brothel again except I did not have my US Army issue contraceptive sheath.

Suddenly the passion built to a crescendo, the vent was about to break open,"brothel keeper,"I said urgently,"I think I had better."

But she grasped my buttocks,"Yes !"she said,"Release satisfy me, flood me make believe me feel like a woman again."

I had no reply the floodgates were well and truly assailable and my tool was pumping like a fire hose.

I stilled."You will do,"she said abruptly,"Back to your duties."

She wriggled out from under me, walked to the door, slid back the bolt and strode away down the corridor.

I scrabbled to get dressed and hurried downstairs.

She was in the kitchen,"Oh do hurry up Bessie,"she complained.

"Madam ?"I queried.

"Go away Hanson you have done enough,"she chided."Fetch a warm towel and wipe me girl."

gentlewoman Margaret sat with her dame raised and knees spread waiting for the maid to wipe her quim and thigh,"I am afraid Hanson was more potent than I imagined."

"wealthy person you been fucking the Samuel Butler gentlewoman,"Bessie gasped.

"No you dolt lady friend, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce think her forthrightness and deficiency of decorum.

Poor Bessie blushed crimson."Oh !"she replied in shocked surprise.

"Has he not been fucking you girl ?"she asked.

"No Madam, I am a near miss !"Bessie insisted.

"A very foolish missy more probably,"Lady H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your work is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to keep back the abject ordering in their space or lord knows what would chance,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the succeed day Lady Margaret was her usual disagreeable self but then God Almighty H went to London alone and arranged to spend the night at his club.

Lady Margaret was in a playful humor, uncharacteristically charming, especially at dinner.

The two ladies took an too soon supper and on their retiring to bed I took my supper downstairs.

But the bell soon summoned Bessie to the Dowager's bedroom and then Bessie returned with the message that I was required.

I knocked politely."seminal fluid in,"dame Margaret ordered."dash the doorway there's a skilful chap."

I did as she asked, and found to my astonishment madam Jane sitting upon the stool at peeress Margaret's dressing table.

dame Margaret wasted no time"Ah Hanson, I do think we are in want of your exceptional attributes. My son being a somewhat feeble and sickly soul has thus far singularly failed to ply dear Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some overplus within society."

"Indeed lady ?"I replied.

"So Hanson, do you see a solution to this impasse ?"she asked.

"Not immediately gentlewoman,"I admitted.

"fountainhead I do,"Lady Margaret explained,"I did a abbreviated trial to constitute Hanson's potential Jane and he is quite adequate in that regard."

"You make him vocalise like a prize cop,"Lady Jane teased.

"Bronze prize perhaps,"she suggested."But more a entire to the family unit's brood mare."

"Oh so am I no more than a brood mare ?"peeress Jane asked.

"Rather less I fear,"noblewoman Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has staunch haunches, in effect lungs, good temperament and a wise headway and has feature of speech not dissimilar to my son's so I believe he will make a admirable stallion."

"Do I have any say in this Madam,"I enquired.

"No you do not, your task is to impregnate my daughter in law,"Lady Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no remonstration ?"

I looked at Lady Jane, a visual modality of lovliness as she looked at me and looked away embarrassed.

"Er, well she does calculate a small Lester Willis Young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

"commodity lord, she's been married for two years and fucked Almighty knows how many times."gentlewoman Margaret snapped.

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would have exceeded that in a two weeks,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a terrible letdown Hanson, his father was a ho-hum bore but he could be persuaded to perform. I do confess I am at my wits end over this son and heir business."

"Then I shall do my duty Madam,"I agreed.

"No rawness, no consideration, no love, simply impregnate her like a bull serving his cow,"Lady Margaret insisted,"I shall of course supervise."

"Are you content with this My Lady ?"I enquired of Lady Jane.

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

"It will be my pleasure Madam,"I confessed as I looked at her, all sweet and sonant and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.

"On the bed please Jane, spread your legs so Hanson may bang up you."peeress Margaret ordered,"trouser off Hanson."

I responded with alacrity, I shed my place and trousers, air-sleeve and underpants and my jacket and would have been naked but for Lady Margaret's cry to desist."Enough !"she cried.

madam Jane was lying on the bed, her knee joint parted and raised her underthings removed and her quim clearly displayed.

I stared,"To your obligation Hanson,"madam Margaret urged.

I climbed onto the bed, my fellow member now fully erect, rearing indeed. The Lady Margaret grasped my member from behind me, reaching through my legs and aiming it at the unseasoned woman's quim.

My member brushed her quim but it was unyielding, the piteous daughter was not in the least excited, and no wonder.

"A consequence My Lady,"I requested and I raised myself up and slip down the bed.

I kissed her inner second joint, she gasped and so I slowly butt on my candy kiss upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Henry has never done that !"

I kissed her mound and then parted her lower lip with my finger and ran my tongue around the moist vallecula between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

She was ready so I swiftly slid up the bed again and peeress Margaret guided my penis into Jane's now hot and uncoerced quim.

"Oh Hanson, that is divine, kiss me !"she pleaded.

"No indecorum !"Lady Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

"No, desist I say !"dame Margaret repeated.

"Oh that feels so good !"Jane cooed,"Tell me you love me !"

"still my angel,"I said quietly and I silenced her with a kiss on her lips.

"No, I forbid it. Absolutely. Desist I say !"Lady Margaret demanded and she grabbed the horse whip from its leather edge sheath and slashed me across the buttocks.

I flinched.

"Oh yessss !"gentlewoman Jane gasped as I thrust even more firmly.

"Oh just be done !"Lady Margaret insisted in surrender,"Just be done."

Jane was smiling up at me, her eyes shining,"Ohhh that is sooo nice,"she sighed,"You must devote Patrick Henry some lessons !"

"Don't be nonsensical !"lady Margaret snapped,"Oh coating can't you !"

"Yes Madam,"I agreed for my Lucille Ball were churning and a satisfying jet of cum erupted from my shaft making Jane gasp as the gush of seed surged into her vagina.

"Oh gosh Hanson,"Jane gasped,"You are so passionate !"

"Far too passionate, too passionate by half,"dame Margaret retorted,"I told you no affectionateness !"

"Madam is simply covetous,"I explained.

"Don't be so impertinent !"Lady Margaret snapped though she blushed crimson as she said it,"And put your trousers on you will frighten the handmaiden !"

"Certainly Madam,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to feel my trousers and shoes.

I dressed and left the ladies as I returned to the downstairs.

"You been fucking the old bitch again ?"Bessie asked.

"No, the young one,"I said,"The old beef sorting of supervised !"

"Oh,"Bessie sighed,"That's why you got lip rouge on your cheek."

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

The sleeping room Alexander Graham Bell rang,"Oh damn and blow,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few minute later,"They wants tea and biscuit in the chamber !"she snapped."That girl Jane has a grinning like a Cheshire cat, what the hell you done to her Hanson ?"

"Ah well come to my way later and I'll show you !"I laughed.

As it happened I spent the entire nighttime alone, no Ladies, no Bessie.

The next morning lady Margaret was perhaps even more obnoxious than usual. She belittled and tormented me incessantly,"I do believe you have missed your vocation as a gigolo Mr Hanson !"she taunted me after luncheon as I followed her along the upstairs corridor.

I lifted her skirt and tucked my ovolo in the waistband of her pantaloon and pulled them to her knees.

"Mr. Hanson !"she gasped.

"dame ?"I queried as I thrust my hand between her thighs and fray my thumb against her quim.

"Mister Hanson please !"she protested but it was a hollow objection. She let her underthings decline and stepped decorously out of them,"picking them up !"she ordered.

"In due course Madam,"I replied and I put my free arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.

"Stop !"she hissed, as I caressed her left breast. Her nipple stirred.

"You were jealous when I kissed ma'am Jane,"I whispered,"You want to be loved."

"wellspring certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her consistency had other ideas. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my thumb edged slowly inside her.

"Here in the corridor or in your bed room, you choose,"I invited.

"sleeping room !"she whispered,"Be quiet."

We shuffled towards her bedroom with my quarter round still inside her. She opened the door, I closed and bolted it.

"Hanson, what has come over you ?"she hissed.

"I don't really sleep together,"I explained,"But you do look a much nicer soul when you have been fucked !"

"Typical !"she sighed,"But I do lack having a man around,"and she knelt down and leaned over the end of the bed,"No familiarity remember."

"Really ?"I queried and I kissed her neck.

"Absolutely,"she insisted,"Don't dissemble Hanson, you have no more respect for me than I do for you."

"No Madam,"I agreed as I worked my thumb around inside her and released my belt and dropped my pant with the other.

My extremity sprang unloosen, stiff and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now damp vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to let out her boob,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my hands as I fucked her rhythmically from behind.

"Oh Hanson, that feels so respectable !"she gasped.

"Not an unpleasant way to while away an afternoon,"I agreed,"And now, if Madam is cook I feel it is time to blunder !"

I shot my encumbrance inside her. A dozen spirt may be more, each weaker than the one before until I was drained.

"Thank you Hanson, that was most agreeable,"she conceded as we separated a few moments later,"But really you can not just extract my underclothing down on a whim."

"Then don't clothing underwear Madam,"I suggested quite reasonably.

"That is quite enough, don't be so sassy !"she said but she smiled .