It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting way doorway in my hurt Samuel Butler's unvarying black coating, and gray-haired waistcoat and black pant with a single streak awaiting instruction.

My employer, or at least, my employer's mother the dowager peeress H, was her usual disagreeable self.

The Dowager or madam Margaret. She must have been in her 1940s though she would give birth passed for LX with ease in her frumpy shameful widow attire. She was still in mourning for her recent husband who had departed this individual coil some two yr since. A felicitous press release the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

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

"I see my mother and sister, 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 summerset Yeomanry rising to colourize police sergeant. Yet when the peace came a butler was the just 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 construct eye touch.

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

I had had enough of her. I resolved to give up forthwith.

"No lady, after my household visit I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his lordship's favourite prostitute. I have her frock all in black as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a horse lash 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 bird he could lay manpower on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

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

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to welt me with a knight whiplash ?"she asked.

"Indeed, I think I should delight that very practically,"I confessed.

"Oh !"she squealed delightedly,"What fun ! ah that will be all Hanson. Thank you."

I expected to be dismissed on the situation but she was actually laughing.

His Lordship and his Whitney Young wife Lady Jane returned in metre for dinner so I had to be on duty in the dining room.

They ate the sumptuous repast with all the decorum of pigs at a trough, and drank the fine wine as if it were Citrus limon cordial.

"I say,"madam Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too often French people wine,"It would appear that Hanson here has a cacoethes for whipping poor unsuspecting wench with a horse whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a authentic source Tell me he likes to have some common trollop frock in mourning Joseph Black and then he whips and sodomises them."

"Good God mother, in black ?"overlord H laughed,"Perhaps you have an protagonist ! What say you Hanson ?"

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

"Capital, capital !"Lord H laughed,"Oh you are a comic Hanson and no mistake. Thrash mamma. 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 thought process mama Equus caballus whipped by the servants !"

"Geoffrey, please !"madam Jane chided. Poor madam Jane. Barely twenty two. Married two years and still childless. Cook said it was because nobleman 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 chemical reaction.

normality returned for a few days until both Lord H and ma'am Jane went hunting.

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

I went at once,"Yes brothel keeper ?"I ventured as I entered her way after knocking politely.

"seminal fluid in close the door, there is a potation,"she ordered."I have something for you."

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

I opened the casing. It contained a somewhat used horse whip.

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my pipe dream,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my mistake,"she said."deadbolt the door and pretermit your trousers."

"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.

"bolt the door and drop your trouser I shall not assure you again,"she repeated.

"Yes Madam, certainly lady,"I replied and I slid the door thunderbolt along and returned to support 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 unwrap my belt and let my trousers slide to the floor.

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes Madam,"I agreed. I had a trouble. 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 Henry needed a riding crop up his backside before he showed any inclination at all."

"lady,"I agreed. She reached out and touched my pecker. She gripped the peter 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 across-the-board double bed. She pulled up her skirts and I saw she wore no underwear what so ever. Just a brace smash and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."fuck me Hanson, earn your wages for once,"she ordered.

"Of line brothel keeper,"I replied and I swiftly undid my fatal patent leather indoor place and pulled my trousers underpants and wind cone off to bear before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his socks off,"she laughed as she lay with her articulatio genus raised and parted,"Such condition. Now fuck me you brute !"

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

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

"No snuggling,"she said,"No undue 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 favor less talking and more effort."

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

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

But she grasped my buttocks,"Yes !"she said,"Release fill me, flood me make me experience like a charwoman again."

I had no response the penstock were well and truly clear and my cock was pumping like a fervidness hose.

I stilled."You will do,"she said abruptly,"rachis 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 hurry up Bessie,"she complained.

"Madam ?"I queried.

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

Lady Margaret sat with her skirt raised and knees spread waiting for the maid to wipe her quim and second joint,"I am afraid Hanson was more powerful 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 frankness and lack of decorum.

Poor Bessie blushed crimson."Oh !"she replied in shocked surprise.

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

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

"A very foolish female child more likely,"Lady H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your piece of work is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to preserve the lower parliamentary procedure in their place or Godhead knows what would pass,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the watch over day Lady Margaret was her common disagreeable ego but then Creator H went to capital of the United Kingdom alone and arranged to expend the night at his club.

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

The two ladies took an too soon 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,"madam Margaret ordered."dash the door there's a good chap."

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

dame Margaret wasted no clock time"Ah Hanson, I do believe we are in need of your limited attributes. My son being a somewhat feeble and sickly individual has thus far singularly failed to provide high-priced Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some embarrassment within society."

"Indeed lady ?"I replied.

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

"Not immediately madam,"I admitted.

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

"You make him sound 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 ?"gentlewoman Jane asked.

"Rather less I fear,"gentlewoman Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has stanch haunches, estimable lungs, estimable disposition and a wise read/write head and has feature of speech not dissimilar 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 undertaking is to saturate my daughter in law,"Lady Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no objections ?"

I looked at gentlewoman Jane, a visual modality of lovliness as she looked at me and looked away embarrassed.

"Er, well she does take care a fiddling youth and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

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

"30 seven,"noblewoman Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would sustain exceeded that in a fortnight,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a terrible letdown Hanson, his founder was a tedious aegir but he could be persuaded to do. I do confess I am at my wits end over this son and inheritor business."

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

"No tenderheartedness, no consideration, no honey, simply impregnate 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 ma'am Jane.

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

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

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

I responded with briskness, I shed my brake shoe and pant, air sock 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 knee 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 set up, rearing indeed. The ma'am Margaret grasped my member from behind me, reaching through my legs and aiming it at the younger womanhood's quim.

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

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

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

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

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

She was quick 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, osculate me !"she pleaded.

"No intimacy !"Lady Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

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

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

"stillness 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 horse whip from its leather bound vitrine and slashed me across the buttocks.

I flinched.

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

"Oh just be done !"dame Margaret insisted in surrender,"Just be done."

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

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

"Yes dame,"I agreed for my Lucille Ball were churning and a self-coloured jet of cum erupted from my shaft making Jane pant as the ebullition of come surged into her vagina.

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

"Far too passionate, too passionate by half,"peeress Margaret retorted,"I told you no tenderness !"

"ma'am is simply jealous,"I explained.

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

"Certainly Madam,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to find my trousers and shoes.

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

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

"No, the unseasoned one,"I said,"The old squawk sort of manage !"

"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 shit and good time,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few minutes later,"They wants tea and cookie in the bedroom !"she snapped."That Miss Jane has a grinning like a Cheshire cat, what the hellhole 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 full nighttime alone, no Ladies, no Bessie.

The side by side sunrise Lady Margaret was perhaps even more obnoxious than usual. She belittled and tormented me incessantly,"I do trust 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 waistband of her pantaloons and pulled them to her knees.

"Mr Hanson !"she gasped.

"madam ?"I queried as I thrust my bridge player 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 spill 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.

"occlusion !"she hissed, as I caressed her left chest. Her mammilla stirred.

"You were envious when I kissed ma'am Jane,"I whispered,"You want to be loved."

"well certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her soundbox had other melodic theme. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my pollex 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 bedchamber 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 person 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 feign Hanson, you have no Sir Thomas More respect for me than I do for you."

"No Madam,"I agreed as I worked my thumb around inside her and released my belt and dropped my pant with the other.

My member sprang give up, blotto and rearing and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to disclose her bosoms,"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 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 dozen jet may be more, each washy 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 perpetrate my underwear down on a whim."

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

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