It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting elbow room room access in my chic butler's undifferentiated pitch-black coat, and grey waistcoat and inglorious trousers with a single stripe awaiting instruction.

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

The Dowager or dame Margaret. She must take been in her 40 though she would have passed for 60 with ease in her dowdy black widows attire. She was still in mourning for her late husband who had departed this mortal coil some two eld since. A happy going the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

"Hanson, tell apart me,"she said in her superscript interpreter,"What do you do for amusement on your day off."

"I see my female parent 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 geezerhood I served in the Devon and summersault Yeomanry rising to distort sergeant-at-law. Yet when the peace came a butler was the only when mail service 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 brothel keeper, after my dwelling house sojourn I go to the bawdyhouse in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his lordship's favourite whore. I have her garb all in grim as his Lordship did. Then I beat her with a cavalry whiplash like his lordship did cheering, ‘ takings 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 course. He fornicated with every buxom chick he could lay hand on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

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

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to whip me with a horse cavalry whiplash ?"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 party so I had to be on obligation in the dining room.

They ate the princely repast with all the decorousness of pigs at a manger, 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,"It would appear that Hanson here has a passion for whipping poor unsuspecting wenches with a buck whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a true informant Tell me he likes to have some common jade dress in mourning grim and then he whips and sodomises them."

"trade good God female parent, in shameful ?"Lord H laughed,"Perhaps you have an admirer ! What say you Hanson ?"

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

"cap, capital !"Divine H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no mistake. Thrash mamma. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

"fourth dimension for the Port I think,"Lord H laughed,"well, well, well, what a thought ma horse whipped by the servant !"

"Geoffrey, please !"Lady Jane chided. poor gentlewoman Jane. Barely 20 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 household retired. I took my supper with 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 daytime until both Lord H and peeress Jane went hunting.

I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's bedroom campana rang. Bessie the maid 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.

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

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

I opened the face. It contained a somewhat habituate horse whip.

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my dreams,"I admitted.

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

"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.

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

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

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

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

"And underpants,"she added.

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

Carefully I eased them down.

"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to attention already, my William Henry needed a riding crop up his backside before he showed any tilt 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 bead of pre cum glistened.

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

She lay back across the widely stunt woman bed. She pulled up her bird and I saw she wore no underclothing what so ever. Just a suspender belt and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."Fuck me Hanson, make your wages for once,"she ordered.

"Of course of study Madam,"I replied and I swiftly loosen my Black person patent leather indoor shoe and pulled my trousers underpants and drogue off to stand 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 thoughtfulness. 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 soft, moist, hot, yielding. My member glided in like a knife through hot butter.

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

"No kissing,"she said,"No excessive 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 Butlers are supposed to do."

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

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

No kissing, no talking, it was like using an USA brothel again except I did not feature my regular army issue cautionary sheath.

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

But she grasped my can,"Yes !"she said,"Release fill me, flood me earn me feel like a woman again."

I had no solvent the penstock were well and truly spread and my cock 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 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 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."

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

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

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

poor people Bessie blushed deep red."Oh !"she replied in appalled surprise.

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

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

"A very foolish girl more probable,"lady H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your body of work is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to maintain the low-toned orders in their place or Maker knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the remnant of the day and the following day madam Margaret was her usual unsympathetic self but then Creator H went to London alone and arranged to spend the nighttime at his club.

dame Margaret was in a playful mode, 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."seminal fluid in,"noblewoman Margaret ordered."bolt of lightning the door there's a in force chap."

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

Lady Margaret wasted no time"Ah Hanson, I do conceive we are in want of your special property. My son being a somewhat feeble and ailing individual has thus far singularly failed to provide lamb 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 tryout to build Hanson's potency Jane and he is quite adequate in that regard."

"You make him sound like a respect crap,"ma'am 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 to a lesser extent I fear,"madam Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has staunch haunches, good lungs, good temperament and a Wise head and has feature article not different to my son's so I believe he will make a admirable stallion."

"Do I have any say in this ma'am,"I enquired.

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

I looked at peeress Jane, a imaginativeness of lovliness as she looked at me and looked away embarrassed.

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

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

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would deliver exceeded that in a two weeks,"peeress Margaret sighed,"My son is a terrible disappointment Hanson, his father was a tedious eager but he could be persuaded to execute. I do confess I am at my wits end over this son and inheritor business."

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

"No tenderness, no thoughtfulness, no love, simply knock up her like a bull serving his cow,"Lady Margaret insisted,"I shall of row supervise."

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

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

"It will be my pleasure dame,"I confessed as I looked at her, all mellisonant and flabby and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.

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

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

madam 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,"ma'am Margaret urged.

I climbed onto the bed, my extremity now fully erect, rampant indeed. The dame Margaret grasped my phallus from behind me, reaching through my legs and aiming it at the young cleaning woman's quim.

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

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

I kissed her inner thigh, she gasped and so I slowly edge my buss upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Henry has never done that !"

I kissed her mound and then parted her humble lips with my fingerbreadth and ran my tongue around the moist vallecula between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

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

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

"No familiarity !"noblewoman Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

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

"Oh that feels so beneficial !"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 boundary slip and slashed me across the buttocks.

I flinched.

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

"Oh just be done !"ma'am Margaret insisted in resignation,"Just be done."

Jane was smiling up at me, her eye shining,"Ohhh that is sooo decent,"she sighed,"You must consecrate Patrick Henry some lessons !"

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

"Yes brothel keeper,"I agreed for my balls were churning and a whole jet of cum erupted from my shaft making Jane gasp as the blowup of seed surged into her vagina.

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

"Far too passionate, too passionate by one-half,"Lady Margaret retorted,"I told you no tenderness !"

"ma'am is simply envious,"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 fright the handmaiden !"

"Certainly dame,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to find 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 cunt 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 blast,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

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

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

As it happened I spent the full night alone, no Ladies, no Bessie.

The next aurora Lady Margaret was perhaps even more obnoxious than usual. She belittled and tormented me incessantly,"I do believe you have missed your occupational group 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.

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

"brothel keeper ?"I queried as I thrust my hand between her thighs and rubbed my thumb against her quim.

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

"In due form 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 teat stirred.

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

"Well certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her consistency had former melodic theme. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my pollex edged slowly at bottom her.

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

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

We shuffled towards her bedroom 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 look a much nicer mortal 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 casualness 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 Madam,"I agreed as I worked my ovolo around inside her and released my rap and dropped my trouser with the other.

My member sprang relieve, unfaltering and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to unwrap her bosoms,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my hired hand as I fucked her rhythmically from behind.

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

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

I shot my load inside her. A twelve spurts may be more than, each debile than the one before until I was drained.

"Thank you Hanson, that was most agreeable,"she conceded as we separated a few consequence 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 fresh !"she said but she smiled .