It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting way door in my smart butler's consistent black coating, and greyness vest and grim trousers with a I chevron awaiting instruction.

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

The Dowager or Lady Margaret. She must have been in her 1940s though she would have passed for 60 with relief in her dowdy black widow attire. She was still in mourning for her late husband who had departed this mortal coil some two years since. A glad release the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

She read the hold up of her letters. She sighed in surrender and she turned on me once more.

"Hanson, distinguish me,"she said in her superior part,"What do you do for amusement on your day off."

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

"You don't have some little cleaning woman veil away then ?"she probed.

I was thoroughly fed up with being a Butler. Ten years I served in the Devonshire and Somerset Yeomanry rising to gloss police sergeant. Yet when the peace came a butler was the but Wiley 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 contact.

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

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

"No Madam, after my abode visit I go to the house of prostitution in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his lordship's favourite working girl. I have her dress all in smutty as his Lordship did. Then I beat her with a gymnastic horse party whip like his Lordship did cheering, ‘ return that Margaret you bitch ! before throwing her upon the bed and fucking her up her backside."

"Ah ha, I knew you were a sodomite, it is in the eyes !"she said delightedly."You're lying of course. He fornicated with every buxom dame 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 sawbuck whip and sodomize me ?"she asked.

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to whip me with a horse cavalry 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 Cy Young married woman Lady Jane returned in clip for dinner so I had to be on obligation in the dining room.

They ate the sumptuous repast with all the decorum of pigs at a bowl, and drank the fine vino as if it were maize cordial.

"I say,"Lady Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too a good deal Gallic wine,"It would appear that Hanson here has a passion for whipping miserable unsuspecting wench with a horse whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a reliable root Tell me he likes to have some common trollop garb in mourning blackened and then he whips and sodomises them."

"goodness God female parent, in black ?"Creator H laughed,"Perhaps you have an admirer ! What say you Hanson ?"

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

"Capital, capital !"Lord H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no misunderstanding. Thrash Mama. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

"Time for the Port I think,"Lord H laughed,"Well, well, well, what a cogitate mommy knight whipped by the servants !"

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

The repast finished and the home 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 comprehend the Dowager's chemical reaction.

Normality returned for a few mean solar day until both Lord H and madam Jane went hunting.

I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's chamber doorbell rang. Bessie the maid went at once but returned quickly."The Dowager wants Mr Hanson,"she announced.

I went at once,"Yes brothel keeper ?"I ventured as I entered her way after knocking politely.

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

She handed me a ache leather bound case, unusually long and thin."opened it then."she ordered.

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

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my dreams,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my mistake,"she said."deadbolt the door and drop your trousers."

"ma'am ?"replied uncertainly.

"thunderbolt the door and shake off your trousers I shall not tell you again,"she repeated.

"Yes ma'am, certainly ma'am,"I replied and I slid the room access thunderbolt along and returned to endure before her as she sat on the bed fully dressed I might add.

"trouser down Hanson,"she ordered,"I need to inspect your equipment."

"Yes Madam."I replied again and duly undid my belt and let my trousers slide to the floor.

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes ma'am,"I agreed. I had a problem. My member like a camp out 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 equitation crop up his behind before he showed any inclination at all."

"Madam,"I agreed. She reached out and touched my cock. She gripped the shaft and then rubbed a finger over the eye at the top where a beadwork of pre cum glistened.

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

She lay back across the spacious double bed. She pulled up her skirts and I saw she wore no underwear what so ever. Just a gallus whack and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."Fuck me Hanson, earn your wages for once,"she ordered.

"Of course dame,"I replied and I swiftly undid my inglorious patent leather indoor place and pulled my trousers underpants and air-sleeve off to stand before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his wind cone off,"she laughed as she lay with her genu raised and parted,"Such retainer. Now fuck me you brute !"

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

It was so recollective since I last had a woman. My member revelled in his work. Pleasant sensations raced through my consciousness. She moaned. I kissed her.

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

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

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

"Thank you ma'am,"I said."In that vitrine take that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

"Not quite what I had in mind,"she laughed,"I would prefer LE talking and Thomas More effort."

No snuggling, no talking, it was like using an Army sporting house again except I did not have my army issue prophylactic sheath.

Suddenly the passion built to a crescendo, the volcano was about to irrupt,"madam,"I said urgently,"I think I had better."

But she grasped my buttocks,"Yes !"she said,"spillage fulfill me, flood me make me feel like a char again."

I had no resolution the water gate were well and truly open and my cock was pumping like a fire hose.

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

She wriggled out from under me, walked to the room access, 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 speed up Bessie,"she complained.

"Madam ?"I queried.

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

madam Margaret sat with her skirt raised and articulatio genus spread waiting for the maid to wipe her quim and second joint,"I am afraid Hanson was more potent than I imagined."

"rich person you been fucking the Butler Madam,"Bessie gasped.

"No you stunned miss, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce believe her directness and lack of decorum.

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

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

"No ma'am, I am a good young woman !"Bessie insisted.

"A very foolish girl more potential,"ma'am H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your work is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to prevent the lower orders in their place or nobleman knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the residuum of the day and the following day Lady Margaret was her usual disagreeable ego but then Lord H went to British capital alone and arranged to pass the nighttime at his club.

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

The two noblewoman took an early supper and on their retiring to bed I took my supper downstairs.

But the bell soon summoned Bessie to the Dowager's sleeping accommodation and then Bessie returned with the content that I was required.

I knocked politely."Come in,"dame Margaret ordered."deadbolt the door there's a good chap."

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

Lady Margaret wasted no time"Ah Hanson, I do consider we are in demand of your special attributes. My son being a somewhat feeble and sickly individual has thus far singularly failed to provide dear Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some embarrassment within society."

"Indeed Madam ?"I replied.

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

"Not immediately Madam,"I admitted.

"Well I do,"Lady Margaret explained,"I did a abbreviated test to make Hanson's potency Jane and he is quite fair to middling in that regard."

"You make him sound like a respect bull,"Lady Jane teased.

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

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

"Rather LE I fear,"Lady Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has staunch haunches, unspoilt lungs, good temperament and a wise to forefront and has feature film not dissimilar to my son's so I believe he will build a admirable stallion."

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

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

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

"Er, well she does calculate a trivial young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

"Good lord, she's been married for two twelvemonth and fucked lord knows how many times."Lady Margaret snapped.

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would have exceeded that in a fortnight,"ma'am Margaret sighed,"My son is a frightening disappointment Hanson, his father was a tedious bore but he could be persuaded to execute. I do confess I am at my brainpower end over this son and heritor business."

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

"No rawness, no circumstance, no dear, simply infuse her like a shit serving his cow,"gentlewoman Margaret insisted,"I shall of trend supervise."

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

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

"It will be my joy dame,"I confessed as I looked at her, all sweet and cushy and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.

"On the bed please Jane, spread your legs so Hanson may knock up you."lady Margaret ordered,"Trousers off Hanson."

I responded with alacrity, I shed my horseshoe and trousers, socks and underpants and my jacket and would have been naked but for Lady Margaret's cry to abstain."Enough !"she cried.

Lady Jane was lying on the bed, her knees parted and raised her underthings removed and her quim clearly displayed.

I stared,"To your duty Hanson,"Lady Margaret urged.

I climbed onto the bed, my appendage now fully erect, rearing indeed. The ma'am Margaret grasped my member from behind me, reaching through my ramification and aiming it at the younger woman's quim.

My appendage brushed her quim but it was unyielding, the pitiful female child was not in the least excited, and no wonder.

"A moment My peeress,"I requested and I raised myself up and slither down the bed.

I kissed her inner thigh, she gasped and so I slowly butt against my kisses up towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"William Henry has never done that !"

I kissed her mound and then parted her glower lips with my digit and ran my glossa around the moist channel between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

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

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

"No closeness !"ma'am Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

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

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

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

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

I flinched.

"Oh yessss !"ma'am Jane gasped as I thrust even more firmly.

"Oh just be done !"noblewoman Margaret insisted in resignation,"Just be done."

Jane was smiling up at me, her oculus shining,"Ohhh that is sooo nice,"she sighed,"You must pass on William Henry some lesson !"

"Don't be ridiculous !"ma'am Margaret snapped,"Oh finish can't you !"

"Yes brothel keeper,"I agreed for my balls were churning and a upstanding jet of cum erupted from my spear making Jane gasp as the gush of seminal fluid surged into her vagina.

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

"Far too passionate, too passionate by half,"noblewoman Margaret retorted,"I told you no tenderness !"

"Madam is simply jealous,"I explained.

"Don't be so overbold !"peeress Margaret snapped though she blushed crimson as she said it,"And put your trouser on you will frighten the servants !"

"Certainly madam,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to find my trouser and shoes.

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

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

"No, the young one,"I said,"The old beef sort of superintend !"

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

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

The bedchamber bell rang,"Oh damn and bam,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few minutes later,"They wants tea and cookie in the chamber !"she snapped."That Miss Jane has a grin like a Cheshire cat, what the infernal region you done to her Hanson ?"

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

As it happened I spent the total Nox alone, no Ladies, no Bessie.

The following cockcrow 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 tiffin as I followed her along the upstair corridor.

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

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

"brothel keeper ?"I queried as I thrust my manus between her second joint and fray my thumb against her quim.

"Mr Hanson please !"she protested but it was a hollow dissent. She let her underthings spill and stepped decorously out of them,"Pick them up !"she ordered.

"In due course lady,"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 Lady Jane,"I whispered,"You want to be loved."

"wellspring certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her trunk had early melodic theme. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my ovolo edged slowly at heart her.

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

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

We shuffled towards her chamber with my thumb still inside her. She opened the door, I closed and bolted it.

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

"I don't really know,"I explained,"But you do seem a much nicer person when you have been fucked !"

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

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

"Absolutely,"she insisted,"Don't profess Hanson, you have no Sir Thomas More gaze for me than I do for you."

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

My member sprang disembarrass, stiff and rearing and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to give away her tit,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my hands as I fucked her rhythmically from behind.

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

"Not an unpleasant way to while away an afternoon,"I agreed,"And now, if dame is ready I feel it is time to ejaculate !"

I shot my load inside her. A XII spurts may be more, each infirm 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 rive my underwear down on a whim."

"Then don't clothing underclothing brothel keeper,"I suggested quite reasonably.

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