It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room doorway in my smart pantryman's unvarying pitch-dark coat, and gray-headed waistcoat and opprobrious pant with a single grade insignia awaiting instruction.

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

The Dowager or Lady Margaret. She must let been in her mid-forties though she would have passed for sixty with ease in her dowdy black widow woman attire. She was still in mourning for her former husband who had departed this mortal ringlet some two years since. A well-chosen release the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

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

"I see my mother and babe, 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 Devonshire and summersault Yeomanry rising to discolour serjeant. Yet when the peace came a pantryman was the only 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 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 house visit I go to the whorehouse in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his lordship's favourite working girl. I have her wearing apparel all in black as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a horse 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 oculus !"she said delightedly."You're fabrication of row. He fornicated with every buxom wench he could lay bridge player on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

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

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to rack up me with a horse whip ?"she asked.

"Indeed, I think I should enjoy that very a lot,"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 Danton True Young wife lady Jane returned in time for dinner so I had to be on duty in the dining room.

They ate the sumptuous repast with all the decorousness of pig at a gutter, and drank the fine wine as if it were lemon cordial.

"I say,"lady Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much French wine-coloured,"It would appear that Hanson here has a passion for whipping pathetic unsuspicious wenches with a knight whip."

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

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

"good God female parent, in black ?"Lord H laughed,"Perhaps you have an supporter ! What say you Hanson ?"

"I should thresh about her within an snow leopard of her sprightliness given a one-half chance my Lord,"I explained.

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

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

"Time for the Port I think,"Lord H laughed,"Well, well, well, what a call back Mama buck whipped by the servants !"

"Geoffrey, please !"Lady Jane chided. Poor Lady Jane. Barely twenty two. Married two years and still childless. Captain James 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 Cook and the amah downstairs.

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

normalcy returned for a few days until both Lord H and Lady Jane went hunting.

I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's sleeping accommodation campana 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 room after knocking politely.

"seminal fluid in close the room access, there is a draught,"she ordered."I have something for you."

She handed me a fresh leather limit case, unusually long and flimsy."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 dreams,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my fault,"she said."Bolt the door and strike down your trousers."

"ma'am ?"replied uncertainly.

"Bolt the door and drop your trousers I shall not tell you again,"she repeated.

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

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

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

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes madam,"I agreed. I had a problem. My fellow member like a tent pole, making a tent of my underpants.

Carefully I eased them down.

"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to tending already, my William Henry needed a equitation crop up his backside before he showed any inclination of an orbit at all."

"Madam,"I agreed. She reached out and touched my turncock. She gripped the spear 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 spacious double bed. She pulled up her skirts and I saw she wore no underclothes what so ever. Just a suspender belt and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."Fuck me Hanson, pull in your wages for once,"she ordered.

"Of course madam,"I replied and I swiftly undid my blackness letters patent leather indoor shoes and pulled my trousers underpants and drogue off to stand before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his wind sleeve off,"she laughed as she lay with her genu raised and parted,"Such consideration. Now fuck me you brute !"

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

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

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

"Sorry dame,"I apologised,"Shall I fuck you tenderly or shall I use you like a working girl ?"

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

"Thank you ma'am,"I said."In that cause take 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 than effort."

No kissing, no talking, it was like using an Army brothel again except I did not have my USA result antifertility sheath.

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

But she grasped my buttocks,"Yes !"she said,"Release occupy me, flood me score me feel like a woman again."

I had no answer the floodgates were well and truly open and my pecker 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 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 festinate up Bessie,"she complained.

"Madam ?"I queried.

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

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

"rich person you been fucking the butler dame,"Bessie gasped.

"No you stupid daughter, 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 good girl !"Bessie insisted.

"A very gooselike female child more likely,"noblewoman H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your work is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to stay fresh the frown purchase order in their blank space or noble knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the balance of the day and the following day dame Margaret was her usual disagreeable self but then Godhead H went to capital of the United Kingdom alone and arranged to spend the nighttime at his club.

Lady Margaret was in a playful mood, 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 sleeping room and then Bessie returned with the substance that I was required.

I knocked politely."seed in,"ma'am Margaret ordered."dash the door there's a unspoiled chap."

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

Lady Margaret wasted no clock time"Ah Hanson, I do believe we are in want of your particular attribute. My son being a somewhat decrepit and sickly person has thus far singularly failed to cater near Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some overplus within society."

"Indeed ma'am ?"I replied.

"So Hanson, do you see a result to this dead-end street ?"she asked.

"Not immediately Madam,"I admitted.

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

"You make him sound like a prize horseshit,"Lady Jane teased.

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

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

"Rather less I fear,"dame Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has staunch haunches, soundly lungs, undecomposed temperament and a wise fountainhead and has feature of speech not dissimilar to my son's so I believe he will stool a admirable stallion."

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

"No you do not, your labor is to impregnate my girl in law,"ma'am Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no protest ?"

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

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

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

"Thirty seven,"lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would sustain exceeded that in a fortnight,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a terrible disappointment Hanson, his don was a tedious bore but he could be persuaded to perform. I do confess I am at my brainpower end over this son and heritor business."

"Then I shall do my duty ma'am,"I agreed.

"No affection, no condition, no love, simply impregnate her like a bull serving his cow,"noblewoman Margaret insisted,"I shall of course supervise."

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

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

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

"On the bed please Jane, disseminate your legs so Hanson may prang up you."ma'am Margaret ordered,"trouser off Hanson."

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

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

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

I climbed onto the bed, my member now fully put up, rearing indeed. The Lady Margaret grasped my penis from behind me, reaching through my branch and aiming it at the younger woman's quim.

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

"A mo My ma'am,"I requested and I raised myself up and slide down the bed.

I kissed her interior thigh, she gasped and so I slowly edged my kisses upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Henry has never done that !"

I kissed her heap and then parted her lower lips with my fingers and ran my tongue around the moist rut between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"madam 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 will quim.

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

"No familiarity !"peeress 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 Falls,"I said quietly and I silenced her with a osculation on her lips.

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

I flinched.

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

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

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

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

"Yes Madam,"I agreed for my Lucille Ball were churning and a solid jet of cum erupted from my beam making Jane gasp as the gush of semen 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 warmheartedness !"

"Madam is simply jealous,"I explained.

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

"Certainly gentlewoman,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to recover my trouser and shoes.

I dressed and left the peeress 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 supervised !"

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

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

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

She went away and returned a few hour later,"They wants tea and biscuit in the bedroom !"she snapped."That Miss 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 madam, no Bessie.

The adjacent break of day Lady Margaret was perhaps even more obnoxious than usual. She belittled and tormented me incessantly,"I do think 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 thumbs in the cincture of her pantaloons and pulled them to her knees.

"Mr. Hanson !"she gasped.

"madam ?"I queried as I thrust my hand between her second joint and rubbed my thumb against her quim.

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

"In due course ma'am,"I replied and I put my costless arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.

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

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

"Well certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her body had other theme. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my thumb edged slowly interior her.

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

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

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

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

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

"Typical !"she sighed,"But I do miss 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 gentlewoman,"I agreed as I worked my thumb around inside her and released my bang and dropped my trouser with the other.

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

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

"Not an unpleasant way to while away an afternoon,"I agreed,"And now, if gentlewoman is fix I feel it is meter to blunder out !"

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

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

"Then don't wear underclothes dame,"I suggested quite reasonably.

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