The Samuel Butler 'S Tale ( 1 )
It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room room access in my overbold butler's consistent pitch blackness coating, and gray-headed waistcoat and bleak trousers with a undivided stripe awaiting instruction.
My employer, or at least, my employer's mother the dowager Lady H, was her usual unsympathetic self.
The Dowager or gentlewoman Margaret. She must have been in her 40 though she would ingest passed for sixty with ease in her pandowdy black widows attire. She was still in mourning for her tardy hubby who had departed this mortal coil some two years since. A glad spillage the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.
She read the last of her varsity letter. She sighed in resignation and she turned on me once more.
"Hanson, tell me,"she said in her superior voice,"What do you do for entertainment on your day off."
"I see my female parent and sister, Madam."I replied.
"You don't have some minuscule woman hidden 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 colorize serjeant. Yet when the peace treaty came a Samuel Butler was the alone 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 free forthwith.
"No Madam, after my base sojourn I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his lordship's favourite woman of the street. 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, ‘ proceeds 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 centre !"she said delightedly."You're prevarication of course. He fornicated with every buxom wench he could lay custody 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 horse whip and sodomise me ?"she asked.
"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.
"Would you like to whip me with a horse cavalry party whip ?"she asked.
"Indeed, I think I should bask that very 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 dame Jane returned in fourth dimension for dinner party so I had to be on duty in the dining room.
They ate the deluxe repast with all the decorum of bull at a gutter, and drank the mulct wine-coloured as if it were stinker 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 poor unsuspicious skirt with a horse whip."
"Has he been abusing the servants ?"Lord H enquired.
"No,"she replied,"But a reliable origin tells me he likes to have some uncouth fornicatress dress in mourning Joseph Black and then he whips and sodomises them."
"trade good God mother, in black ?"Lord H laughed,"Perhaps you have an adorer ! What say you Hanson ?"
"I should clobber her within an ounce of her lifespan given a half chance my lord,"I explained.
"Capital, capital !"Jehovah H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no mistake. Thrash Mama. She would eat you for breakfast !"
"Indeed My God Almighty,"I agreed and I blushed crimson.
"Time for the port wine I think,"Lord H laughed,"fountainhead, well, well, what a remember Mama cavalry whipped by the servants !"
"Geoffrey, please !"madam Jane chided. poor people Lady Jane. Barely xx two. Married two class and still childless. James Cook said it was because Lord H was impotent though how she knew was unclear.
The meal finished and the family 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 response.
Normality returned for a few daytime until both Lord 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 elbow room after knocking politely.
"Come in close the doorway, there is a tipple,"she ordered."I have something for you."
She handed me a impertinent leather bound face, unusually long and dilute."Open it then."she ordered.
I opened the case. It contained a somewhat used sawhorse whip.
"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.
"Only in my dreams,"I admitted.
"Oh well, my misunderstanding,"she said."thunderbolt the doorway and drop your trousers."
"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.
"dash the door and drop your trousers I shall not tell you again,"she repeated.
"Yes Madam, 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.
"trouser down Hanson,"she ordered,"I need to inspect your equipment."
"Yes Madam."I replied again and duly undid my whang 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 pole, making a tent of my underpants.
Carefully I eased them down.
"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to attention already, my Henry needed a equitation crop up his rump before he showed any magnetic dip at all."
"gentlewoman,"I agreed. She reached out and bear upon my cock. She gripped the peter and then rubbed a finger's breadth over the eye at the top where a bead of pre cum glistened.
She licked that digit,"Not bad,"she agreed,"You will do."
She lay back across the wide double bed. She pulled up her skirts and I saw she wore no underwear what so ever. Just a suspender bang and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."nookie me Hanson, earn your reward for once,"she ordered.
"Of course ma'am,"I replied and I swiftly undid my black patent of invention leather indoor shoe and pulled my pant underpants and socks off to bear before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his socks 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 penis towards her and the low gear contact I made was my prick to her quim. It was soft, moist, hot, yielding. My penis glided in like a knife through hot butter.
It was so hanker since I last had a cleaning lady. My member revelled in his use. Pleasant sensations raced through my awareness. 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 woman of the street ?"
"Use your prudence Hanson,"she suggested,"After all that is what Butlers are supposed to do."
"Thank you dame,"I said."In that case take that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.
"Not quite what I had in intellect,"she laughed,"I would prefer less talking and more effort."
No kissing, no talking, it was like using an Army house of prostitution again except I did not possess my Army issue prophylactic sheath.
Suddenly the passion built to a crescendo, the volcano was about to erupt,"lady,"I said urgently,"I think I had better."
But she grasped my buttocks,"Yes !"she said,"dismission fill me, flood me stimulate me feel like a cleaning woman again."
I had no solution the head gate were well and truly subject and my cock was pumping like a fire hose.
I stilled."You will do,"she said abruptly,"cover to your duties."
She wriggled out from under me, walked to the door, slid back the deadbolt 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 ardent towel and wipe me girl."
peeress Margaret sat with her skirt raised and knees spread waiting for the housemaid to pass over her quim and thighs,"I am afraid Hanson was more strong than I imagined."
"Have you been fucking the butler Madam,"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 dismayed surprise.
"Has he not been fucking you girl ?"she asked.
"No brothel keeper, I am a commodity girl !"Bessie insisted.
"A very foolish fille more likely,"madam H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your body of work is done here."
She saw me standing there watching."Have to keep the downhearted Holy Order in their place or lord knows what would chance,"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 London alone and arranged to spend the night at his club.
Lady Margaret was in a playful mood, uncharacteristically charming, especially at dinner.
The two gentlewoman 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,"ma'am Margaret ordered."Bolt the door there's a good chap."
I did as she asked, and found to my astonishment ma'am Jane sitting upon the stool at Lady Margaret's dressing table.
ma'am Margaret wasted no time"Ah Hanson, I do believe we are in want of your special attributes. My son being a somewhat rickety and sickly individual has thus far singularly failed to provide near Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some overplus within society."
"Indeed Madam ?"I replied.
"So Hanson, do you see a solution to this dead end ?"she asked.
"Not immediately lady,"I admitted.
"fountainhead I do,"Lady Margaret explained,"I did a brief mental testing to establish Hanson's strength Jane and he is quite adequate in that regard."
"You make him vocalize like a prize bull,"Lady Jane teased.
"Bronze swag 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 stanch haunches, good lungs, sound temperament and a wise head and has lineament not unalike to my son's so I believe he will make a admirable stallion."
"Do I have any say in this Madam,"I enquired.
"No you do not, your task is to impregnate my daughter in law,"ma'am Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no objections ?"
I looked at Lady Jane, a vision of lovliness as she looked at me and looked away embarrassed.
"Er, well she does reckon a little Danton True Young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.
"goodness master, she's been married for two years and fucked lord knows how many times."madam Margaret snapped.
"30 seven,"lady Jane confirmed.
"Hanson would have exceeded that in a two weeks,"noblewoman Margaret sighed,"My son is a terrible disappointment Hanson, his father was a tedious bore but he could be persuaded to perform. I do confess I am at my brain end over this son and successor business."
"Then I shall do my duty Madam,"I agreed.
"No affection, no considerateness, no beloved, simply impregnate her like a bull serving his cow,"Lady Margaret insisted,"I shall of line supervise."
"Are you content with this My Lady ?"I enquired of Lady Jane.
"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.
"It will be my pleasure Madam,"I confessed as I looked at her, all sweet and delicate and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.
"On the bed please Jane, spread your legs so Hanson may bang up you."Lady Margaret ordered,"Trousers off Hanson."
I responded with alacrity, I shed my place and pant, socks and underpants and my jacket and would have been naked but for dame Margaret's cry to abstain."adequate !"she cried.
madam Jane was lying on the bed, her knee joint 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 erect, rampant indeed. The gentlewoman Margaret grasped my member from behind me, reaching through my branch and aiming it at the younger womanhood's quim.
My appendage brushed her quim but it was unyielding, the poor lady friend was not in the least charge, and no wonder.
"A here and now My gentlewoman,"I requested and I raised myself up and slid down the bed.
I kissed her interior second joint, she gasped and so I slowly edged my buss upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"henry has never done that !"
I kissed her pitcher's mound and then parted her depressed brim with my fingers and ran my tongue around the moist rut between.
"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.
She was gear up 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, kiss me !"she pleaded.
"No familiarity !"Lady Margaret insisted.
I kissed Jane's neck.
"No, desist I say !"Lady Margaret repeated.
"Oh that feels so good !"Jane cooed,"William 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 !"dame Margaret demanded and she grabbed the horse whiplash from its leather bound case and slashed me across the buttocks.
I flinched.
"Oh yessss !"noblewoman 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 heart shining,"Ohhh that is sooo nice,"she sighed,"You must give henry some lessons !"
"Don't be preposterous !"Lady Margaret snapped,"Oh finish can't you !"
"Yes Madam,"I agreed for my orchis were churning and a solid jet of cum erupted from my shaft 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 one-half,"madam Margaret retorted,"I told you no tenderness !"
"Madam is simply jealous,"I explained.
"Don't be so impertinent !"noblewoman Margaret snapped though she blushed deep red as she said it,"And put your trousers on you will frighten the servants !"
"Certainly Madam,"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 untested one,"I said,"The old bitch 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 sleeping accommodation bell 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 lady Jane has a smile like a Cheshire cat, what the hell you done to her Hanson ?"
"Ah well come to my way later and I'll show you !"I laughed.
As it happened I spent the entire dark alone, no dame, no Bessie.
The future sunup Lady Margaret was perhaps even more objectionable 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 upstairs corridor.
I lifted her bird and tucked my thumb in the cincture of her pantaloons and pulled them to her knees.
"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.
"gentlewoman ?"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 excavate objection. She let her underthings crepuscle and stepped decorously out of them,"Pick them up !"she ordered.
"In due line Madam,"I replied and I put my loose arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.
"Stop !"she hissed, as I caressed her left chest. Her mammilla stirred.
"You were jealous when I kissed Lady Jane,"I whispered,"You want to be loved."
"fountainhead certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her physical structure had other ideas. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my thumb edged slowly at bottom her.
"Here in the corridor or in your bed room, you choose,"I invited.
"bedchamber !"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 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 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 gentlewoman,"I agreed as I worked my thumb around inside her and released my rap and dropped my trousers with the other.
My penis sprang free, stiff and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now dampish vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to let out 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 good !"she gasped.
"Not an unpleasant way to while away an afternoon,"I agreed,"And now, if Madam is cook I feel it is time to ejaculate !"
I shot my load inside her. A dozen jet may be More, each light than the one before until I was drained.
"Thank you Hanson, that was most accordant,"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 gentlewoman,"I suggested quite reasonably.
"That is quite enough, don't be so overbold !"she said but she smiled .