It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room door in my hurt pantryman's undifferentiated blackness coating, and grey waistcoat and lightlessness trousers with a single streak awaiting instruction.

My employer, or at to the lowest degree, my employer's mother the dowager Lady H, was her usual disagreeable ego.

The Dowager or madam Margaret. She must consume been in her 40 though she would sustain passed for sixty with ease in her Dowdy Black person widows attire. She was still in mourning for her late married man who had departed this deadly coil some two years since. A happy release the stave surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

She read the live of her missive. She sighed in surrender and she turned on me once more.

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

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

"You don't have some small adult female hidden away then ?"she probed.

I was thoroughly fed up with being a pantryman. Ten years I served in the Devon and somersault Yeomanry rising to color in serjeant-at-law. Yet when the peacefulness came a Samuel Butler was the entirely post I could secure.

"No Madam."I replied.

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

"No Madam."I insisted.

She liked humiliating me. I looked at her though carefully so not as to take a leak 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 menage sojourn I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his Lordship's favourite whore. I have her garb all in bleak as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a horse party 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 sod, it is in the eyes !"she said delightedly."You're prevarication of course of instruction. He fornicated with every buxom wench he could lay hired hand on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

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

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to whip me with a horse lash ?"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 dapple but she was actually laughing.

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

They ate the sumptuous repast with all the decorum of grunter at a trough, and drank the okay wine as if it were stinker cordial.

"I say,"Lady Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much Gallic vino,"It would come out that Hanson here has a passion for whipping poor unsuspecting wenches with a horse whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a reliable generator William Tell me he likes to ingest some common trollop wearing apparel in mourning lightlessness and then he whips and sodomises them."

"trade good God mother, in disastrous ?"Lord H laughed,"Perhaps you have an champion ! What say you Hanson ?"

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

"Capital, capital !"lord H laughed,"Oh you are a comic Hanson and no mistake. Thrash mum. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

"clip for the Port I think,"Lord H laughed,"well, well, well, what a thought momma horse whipped by the servants !"

"Geoffrey, please !"Lady Jane chided. poor people Lady Jane. Barely twenty two. Married two years and still childless. Cook said it was because Lord H was impotent though how she knew was unclear.

The meal finished and the family line retired. I took my supper with Captain James Cook and the maiden downstairs.

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

N returned for a few mean solar day until both Jehovah H and Lady Jane went hunting.

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

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

"ejaculate in close the threshold, there is a swig,"she ordered."I have something for you."

She handed me a smart leather bound case, unusually long and tenuous."Open it then."she ordered.

I opened the case. It contained a somewhat victimized gymnastic horse whip.

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my dreams,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my fault,"she said."Bolt the room access and set down your trousers."

"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.

"bolt of lightning the doorway and drop your pant I shall not enjoin you again,"she repeated.

"Yes dame, certainly madam,"I replied and I slid the threshold thunderbolt along and returned to tolerate before her as she sat on the bed fully dressed I might add.

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

"Yes Madam."I replied again and duly unwrap my whang and let my trouser slide to the floor.

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes Madam,"I agreed. I had a problem. My penis like a tent pole, making a tent of my underpants.

Carefully I eased them down.

"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to attending already, my Henry needed a horseback riding craw up his hindquarters before he showed any inclination at all."

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

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

She lay back across the extensive reduplicate bed. She pulled up her skirts and I saw she wore no underclothing what so ever. Just a brace swath and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."piece of tail me Hanson, realise your wages for once,"she ordered.

"Of line ma'am,"I replied and I swiftly undo my ignominious patent leather indoor shoes and pulled my trousers underpants and wind sleeve off to stomach 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 number 1 contact I made was my turncock to her quim. It was delicate, moist, hot, yielding. My member glided in like a knife through hot butter.

It was so long since I stopping point had a woman. My member revelled in his employment. Pleasant sensations raced through my consciousness. She moaned. I kissed her.

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

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

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

"Thank you Madam,"I said."In that suit remove that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

"Not quite what I had in nous,"she laughed,"I would prefer to a lesser extent talking and more effort."

No kissing, no talking, it was like using an regular army brothel again except I did not take in my USA subject contraceptive sheath.

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

But she grasped my buttocks,"Yes !"she said,"vent fill me, flood me constitute me feel like a woman again."

I had no answer the sluicegate were well and truly open and my cock 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 rush up Bessie,"she complained.

"ma'am ?"I queried.

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

Lady Margaret sat with her bird raised and knees spread waiting for the maid to pass over her quim and second joint,"I am afraid Hanson was more potent than I imagined."

"Have you been fucking the butler brothel keeper,"Bessie gasped.

"No you stupid miss, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce believe 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 ma'am, I am a honest female child !"Bessie insisted.

"A very foolish girlfriend more in all probability,"peeress H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your employment is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to keep the miserable monastic order in their situation or Lord knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the following day Lady Margaret was her common disagreeable self but then Creator H went to London alone and arranged to spend the Nox at his club.

peeress Margaret was in a playful modality, 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 shape soon summoned Bessie to the Dowager's bedroom and then Bessie returned with the message that I was required.

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

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

Lady Margaret wasted no prison term"Ah Hanson, I do trust we are in need of your special dimension. My son being a somewhat feeble and seedy soul has thus far singularly failed to ply good Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some embarrassment within society."

"Indeed lady ?"I replied.

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

"Not immediately ma'am,"I admitted.

"well I do,"Lady Margaret explained,"I did a brief trial run to establish Hanson's potency Jane and he is quite adequate in that regard."

"You make him go like a prize 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 ?"lady Jane asked.

"Rather LE I fear,"Lady Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has halt haunches, good lungs, undecomposed disposition and a impertinent fountainhead and has features not dissimilar to my son's so I believe he will realize a admirable stallion."

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

"No you do not, your project is to impregnate my daughter in law,"lady Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no objections ?"

I looked at noblewoman Jane, a vision of lovliness as she looked at me and looked away embarrassed.

"Er, well she does appear a picayune young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

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

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would have exceeded that in a two weeks,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a awful disappointment Hanson, his founder was a tedious 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 heart, no consideration, no love, simply bang up her like a bull serving his cow,"gentlewoman Margaret insisted,"I shall of course supervise."

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

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

"It will be my pleasure dame,"I confessed as I looked at her, all sweet-flavored and soft and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.

"On the bed please Jane, spread your branch so Hanson may impregnate you."Lady Margaret ordered,"Trousers off Hanson."

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

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

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

I climbed onto the bed, my member now fully vertical, rampant indeed. The dame Margaret grasped my member from behind me, reaching through my branch and aiming it at the younger char's quim.

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

"A mo My noblewoman,"I requested and I raised myself up and skid down the bed.

I kissed her inner thigh, she gasped and so I slowly abut my kiss upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"henry has never done that !"

I kissed her mound and then parted her lower backtalk with my fingers and ran my tongue around the moist groove between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

She was make so I swiftly slid up the bed again and noblewoman Margaret guided my member into Jane's now hot and bequeath quim.

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

"No liberty !"peeress Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

"No, desist I say !"ma'am Margaret repeated.

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

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

"No, I forbid it. Absolutely. Desist I say !"dame Margaret demanded and she grabbed the sawhorse whip from its leather bound example and slashed me across the buttocks.

I flinched.

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

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

Jane was smiling up at me, her eyes shining,"Ohhh that is sooo gracious,"she sighed,"You must give Henry some object lesson !"

"Don't be nonsensical !"Lady Margaret snapped,"Oh finale can't you !"

"Yes ma'am,"I agreed for my Lucille Ball were churning and a firm jet of cum erupted from my shaft making Jane gasp as the gush of cum 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 affectionateness !"

"dame is simply overjealous,"I explained.

"Don't be so extraneous !"peeress Margaret snapped though she blushed ruby as she said it,"And put your trousers on you will frighten the servant !"

"Certainly Madam,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to notice my pant and shoes.

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

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

"No, the Thomas Young one,"I said,"The old cunt sort 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 bedroom bell rang,"Oh damn and blast,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

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

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

As it happened I spent the entire night alone, no Lady, no Bessie.

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

I lifted her skirt and tucked my thumbs in the waistcloth of her pantaloons and pulled them to her knees.

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

"lady ?"I queried as I thrust my hand between her thigh and scratch my thumb against her quim.

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

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

"plosive speech sound !"she hissed, as I caressed her left tit. Her mamilla stirred.

"You were jealous when I kissed peeress Jane,"I whispered,"You want to be loved."

"Well certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her soundbox had other thought. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my pollex edged slowly inside her.

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

"chamber !"she whispered,"Be quiet."

We shuffled towards her bedroom with my pollex still inside her. She opened the room access, I closed and bolted it.

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

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

"Typical !"she sighed,"But I do escape 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 pretend Hanson, you have no to a greater extent heed for me than I do for you."

"No lady,"I agreed as I worked my pollex around inside her and released my belt ammunition and dropped my trousers with the other.

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

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

"Not an unpleasant way to while away an good afternoon,"I agreed,"And now, if ma'am is ready I feel it is time to blunder out !"

I shot my load inside her. A dozen squirt may be more, each watery 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 draw in my underwear down on a whim."

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

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