It was another drear disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting way threshold in my smart pantryman's uniform blacken coat, and grayness waistcoat and black trouser with a single stripe 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 forties though she would have passed for 60 with relaxation in her frumpy black widow attire. She was still in mourning for her late husband who had departed this mortal spiral some two years since. A happy passing the faculty surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

"Hanson, say me,"she said in her ranking vocalization,"What do you do for entertainment on your day off."

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

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

I was thoroughly fed up with being a butler. Ten years I served in the Devon and Somerset Yeomanry rising to colour serjeant. Yet when the peace came a butler was the entirely 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 impinging.

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

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

"No ma'am, 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 knight 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 sodomite, it is in the eyes !"she said delightedly."You're lying of course. He fornicated with every buxom dame he could lay work force on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

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

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to trounce 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 stain but she was actually laughing.

His Lordship and his new married woman noblewoman Jane returned in time for dinner so I had to be on obligation in the dining room.

They ate the opulent repast with all the decorum of squealer at a trough, and drank the fine wine-coloured as if it were lemon cordial.

"I say,"Lady Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too a great deal French people wine-coloured,"It would appear that Hanson here has a warmth for whipping poor unsuspecting dame with a horse whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a true source tells me he likes to sustain some common trollop dress in mourning black and then he whips and sodomises them."

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

"I should cream her within an oz. of her life given a half chance my lord,"I explained.

"cap, capital !"Lord H laughed,"Oh you are a comic Hanson and no fault. Thrash mammy. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

"sentence for the port wine I think,"Lord H laughed,"wellspring, well, well, what a believe mummy knight whipped by the servants !"

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

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

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

Normality returned for a few 24-hour interval until both nobleman H and Lady Jane went hunting.

I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's bedroom 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 room after knocking politely.

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

She handed me a impertinent leather bound casing, unusually long and melt off."Open it then."she ordered.

I opened the pillow slip. It contained a somewhat used horse whip.

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my dreaming,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my mistake,"she said."bolt of lightning the room access and drop your trousers."

"lady ?"replied uncertainly.

"thunderbolt the doorway and drop your trouser I shall not tell you again,"she repeated.

"Yes Madam, certainly Madam,"I replied and I slid the threshold deadbolt along and returned to stand before her as she sat on the bed fully dressed I might add.

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

"Yes Madam."I replied again and duly undo my bash and let my pant slide to the floor.

"And underpants,"she added.

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

Carefully I eased them down.

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

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

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

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

"Of row Madam,"I replied and I swiftly undid my black letters patent leather indoor brake shoe and pulled my trousers underpants and socks off to stand before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his wind sock off,"she laughed as she lay with her knees raised and parted,"Such circumstance. Now fuck me you brute !"

I advanced towards her, I guided my penis towards her and the first inter-group communication I made was my turncock to her quim. It was soft, moist, hot, yielding. My penis glided in like a knife through hot butter.

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

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

"Sorry Madam,"I apologised,"Shall I fuck you tenderly or shall I use you like a woman of the street ?"

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

"Thank you madam,"I said."In that case subscribe that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

"Not quite what I had in mind,"she laughed,"I would prefer less talking and more effort."

No caressing, no talking, it was like using an Army bawdyhouse again except I did not have my army upshot prophylactic sheath.

Suddenly the love built to a crescendo, the volcano was about to belch,"lady,"I said urgently,"I think I had better."

But she grasped my derriere,"Yes !"she said,"liberation fill me, flood me make me feel like a adult female again."

I had no answer the water gate were well and truly open and my turncock was pumping like a blast 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 dash 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.

"Madam ?"I queried.

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

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

"have you been fucking the butler lady,"Bessie gasped.

"No you stupid girl, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce believe her candidness and lack of decorum.

poor Bessie blushed crimson."Oh !"she replied in appall surprise.

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

"No Madam, I am a good girl !"Bessie insisted.

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

She saw me standing there watching."Have to hold open the lour parliamentary procedure in their blank space or God Almighty knows what would take place,"she explained.

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

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

The two ladies 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 bedroom and then Bessie returned with the message that I was required.

I knocked politely."seed in,"Lady Margaret ordered."Bolt the door there's a good chap."

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

Lady Margaret wasted no meter"Ah Hanson, I do believe we are in need of your special attribute. 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 root to this dead end ?"she asked.

"Not immediately Madam,"I admitted.

"Well I do,"Lady Margaret explained,"I did a legal brief test to constitute Hanson's potency Jane and he is quite adequate in that regard."

"You make him voice like a award bull,"peeress 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 maria ?"peeress Jane asked.

"Rather less I fear,"Lady Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has staunch haunches, upright lungs, good temperament and a impertinent head and has feature article not dissimilar to my son's so I believe he will pull in 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,"dame Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no objections ?"

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

"Er, well she does look a little Edward Young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

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

"thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would have exceeded that in a fortnight,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a terrible disappointment Hanson, his father was a deadening aegir but he could be persuaded to perform. I do confess I am at my brainpower end over this son and heir business."

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

"No tenderness, no consideration, no dearest, simply infuse 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 peeress Jane.

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

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

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

I responded with alacrity, I shed my shoes and pant, socks and underpants and my crownwork and would experience been naked but for Lady Margaret's cry to refrain."sufficiency !"she cried.

gentlewoman Jane was lying on the bed, her genu 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 member now fully tumid, rearing indeed. The noblewoman Margaret grasped my member from behind me, reaching through my legs and aiming it at the vernal woman's quim.

My member brushed her quim but it was unyielding, the poor girl was not in the to the lowest degree excited, and no wonder.

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

I kissed her inner thigh, she gasped and so I slowly inch my kisses upward towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Henry has never done that !"

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

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

She was prepare so I swiftly slid up the bed again and Lady Margaret guided my member into Jane's now hot and willing quim.

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

"No acquaintance !"Lady 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 kiss on her lips.

"No, I forbid it. Absolutely. Desist I say !"Lady Margaret demanded and she grabbed the sawhorse whip from its leather bounce case 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 center shining,"Ohhh that is sooo gracious,"she sighed,"You must give Henry some lesson !"

"Don't be ludicrous !"noblewoman Margaret snapped,"Oh finish can't you !"

"Yes dame,"I agreed for my globe were churning and a solid 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,"noblewoman Margaret retorted,"I told you no warmness !"

"Madam is simply green-eyed,"I explained.

"Don't be so impudent !"dame Margaret snapped though she blushed crimson as she said it,"And put your pant on you will fright the servants !"

"Certainly dame,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to find my trousers 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 Whitney Young one,"I said,"The old kick sort of supervise !"

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

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

The bedroom campana rang,"Oh damn and blast,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

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

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

As it happened I spent the entire Night alone, no lady, no Bessie.

The next morning gentlewoman 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 on a higher floor corridor.

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

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

"Madam ?"I queried as I thrust my bridge player between her thighs and rubbed my thumb against her quim.

"Mister Hanson please !"she protested but it was a hollow protestation. She let her underthings declination and stepped decorously out of them,"Pick 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.

"period !"she hissed, as I caressed her left bosom. Her tit stirred.

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

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

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

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

We shuffled towards her sleeping accommodation 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 somebody when you have been fucked !"

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

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

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

"No ma'am,"I agreed as I worked my thumb around inside her and released my belt and dropped my trouser with the other.

My member sprang free, fuddled and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to unwrap her boob,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my bridge player as I fucked her rhythmically from behind.

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

"Not an unpleasant way to while away an good afternoon,"I agreed,"And now, if Madam is gear up I feel it is time to ejaculate !"

I shot my incumbrance inside her. A dozen spurt may be more, each faint than the one before until I was drained.

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

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

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