It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room room access in my smart Samuel Butler's uniform dark coat, and grey-headed vest and black trousers with a single streak awaiting instruction.

My employer, or at least, my employer's mother the dowager noblewoman H, was her common disagreeable ego.

The Dowager or Lady Margaret. She must make been in her 40 though she would bear passed for LX with simpleness in her dowdy black widow woman garb. She was still in mourning for her late husband who had departed this mortal coil some two years since. A happy release the stave surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

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

"I see my female parent and sister, Madam."I replied.

"You don't have some little cleaning lady obliterate away then ?"she probed.

I was thoroughly fed up with being a butler. Ten old age I served in the Devon and Somerset Yeomanry rising to emblazon sergeant. Yet when the peace came a butler was the but situation 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 prepare 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 home visit I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his lordship's favourite tart. 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 centre !"she said delightedly."You're lying of course of instruction. He fornicated with every buxom wench he could lay hands 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 mop up me with a horse whip ?"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 patch but she was actually laughing.

His Lordship and his Danton True Young wife dame Jane returned in clip for dinner party so I had to be on duty in the dining room.

They ate the opulent repast with all the decorum of slovenly person at a till, and drank the fine vino as if it were lemon cordial.

"I say,"Lady Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too a lot Gallic wine,"It would come along that Hanson here has a passion for whipping inadequate unsuspicious chick with a horse whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a reliable source tells me he likes to induce some usual slattern wearing apparel in mourning dim and then he whips and sodomises them."

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

"I should thrash her within an troy ounce of her life given a half prospect my God Almighty,"I explained.

"Capital, chapiter !"Lord H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no mistake. Thrash Mama. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

"clock time for the embrasure I think,"Lord H laughed,"Well, well, well, what a thought Mama horse whipped by the handmaid !"

"Geoffrey, please !"Lady Jane chided. Poor Lady Jane. Barely XX two. Married two years and still childless. cook said it was because Divine H was impotent though how she knew was unclear.

The meal finished and the family 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 savvy the Dowager's response.

N returned for a few solar day until both God Almighty H and Lady Jane went hunting.

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

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

She handed me a chic leather saltation case, unusually long and slender."Open it then."she ordered.

I opened the case. It contained a somewhat used Equus caballus 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 dismiss your trousers."

"brothel keeper ?"replied uncertainly.

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

"Yes brothel keeper, certainly brothel keeper,"I replied and I slid the door dash 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 undid my belt and let my trouser slide to the floor.

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes madam,"I agreed. I had a problem. My appendage 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 riding crop up his backside before he showed any disposition at all."

"brothel keeper,"I agreed. She reached out and tinct my prick. She gripped the shaft and then rubbed a digit 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-cut doubly 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, pull in your remuneration for once,"she ordered.

"Of course brothel keeper,"I replied and I swiftly undid my black patent leather indoor horseshoe and pulled my trousers underpants and air-sleeve off to resist before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his wind sock off,"she laughed as she lay with her human knee raised and parted,"Such thoughtfulness. Now fuck me you brute !"

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

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

"No kissing,"she said,"No undue familiarity."

"Sorry Madam,"I apologised,"Shall I fuck you tenderly or shall I use you like a prostitute ?"

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

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

"Not quite what I had in idea,"she laughed,"I would opt to a lesser extent talking and more effort."

No hugging, no talking, it was like using an Army brothel again except I did not have my regular army issue preventive sheath.

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

But she grasped my tail end,"Yes !"she said,"loss fill me, flood me make me feel like a woman again."

I had no solvent the floodgates were well and truly open and my turncock was pumping like a fervidness hose.

I stilled."You will do,"she said abruptly,"book binding to your duties."

She wriggled out from under me, walked to the door, slid back the bolt of lightning 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.

"dame ?"I queried.

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

madam 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 potent than I imagined."

"Have you been fucking the butler ma'am,"Bessie gasped.

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

poor Bessie blushed ruby."Oh !"she replied in outrage surprise.

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

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

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

She saw me standing there watching."Have to keep the lower orders in their place or lord knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the following day Lady Margaret was her usual disagreeable ego but then Creator H went to British capital alone and arranged to spend the night at his club.

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

The two Lady 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 chamber and then Bessie returned with the message that I was required.

I knocked politely."semen in,"Lady Margaret ordered."dash the threshold there's a goodness chap."

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

Lady Margaret wasted no prison term"Ah Hanson, I do believe we are in need of your special attribute. My son being a somewhat weak and seedy individual has thus far singularly failed to furnish beloved Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some overplus within society."

"Indeed Madam ?"I replied.

"So Hanson, do you see a root to this impasse ?"she asked.

"Not immediately Madam,"I admitted.

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

"You make him sound like a prize papal bull,"ma'am Jane teased.

"Bronze prize perhaps,"she suggested."But more a stallion to the kinfolk's brood mare."

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

"Rather lupus erythematosus I fear,"lady Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has steadfast haunches, good lungs, good temperament and a wise head and has feature not unalike to my son's so I believe he will establish a admirable stallion."

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

"No you do not, your task is to instill my daughter in law,"ma'am Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no protest ?"

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

"Er, well she does look a trivial immature and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

"goodness God Almighty, she's been married for two years and fucked Maker knows how many times."Lady Margaret snapped.

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would have exceeded that in a two weeks,"gentlewoman Margaret sighed,"My son is a terrible disappointment Hanson, his father was a deadening bore but he could be persuaded to execute. I do confess I am at my card end over this son and heir business."

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

"No tenderness, no condition, 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 gentlewoman Jane.

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

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

"On the bed please Jane, disperse your legs so Hanson may knock up you."ma'am Margaret ordered,"Trousers off Hanson."

I responded with smartness, I shed my shoes and trousers, socks and underpants and my jacket and would have been naked but for Lady Margaret's cry to desist."adequate !"she cried.

Lady Jane was lying on the bed, her knees 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 extremity now fully erect, rampant indeed. The Lady Margaret grasped my phallus from behind me, reaching through my legs and aiming it at the younger woman's quim.

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

"A bit My noblewoman,"I requested and I raised myself up and slid down the bed.

I kissed her inner 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 cumulation and then parted her lower lips with my finger and ran my lingua around the moist rut between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

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

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

"No conversance !"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 osculation on her lips.

"No, I forbid it. Absolutely. Desist I say !"gentlewoman Margaret demanded and she grabbed the horse whip from its leather leaping case and slashed me across the buttocks.

I flinched.

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

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

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

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

"Yes Madam,"I agreed for my musket ball were churning and a solid jet of cum erupted from my shaft making Jane pant as the gush of ejaculate surged into her vagina.

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

"Far too passionate, too passionate by half,"dame Margaret retorted,"I told you no philia !"

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

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

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

I dressed and left the ma'am as I returned to the downstairs.

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

"No, the Danton True Young one,"I said,"The old bitch kind of oversee !"

"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 shucks and bang,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

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

"Ah well come to my way later and I'll display you !"I laughed.

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

The next daybreak Lady 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 lunch as I followed her along the upstairs corridor.

I lifted her skirt and tucked my thumb in the waistband of her Pantaloon and pulled them to her knees.

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

"Madam ?"I queried as I thrust my hand between her thighs and rubbed my quarter round against her quim.

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

"In due course of action Madam,"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 knocker. Her pap 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 body had early estimation. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my ovolo 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 chamber with my pollex still inside her. She opened the threshold, 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 lack 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 hazard Hanson, you have no more regard for me than I do for you."

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

My extremity 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 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 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 prison term to ejaculate !"

I shot my lading inside her. A XII spurts may be more, each weaker 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 pull my underclothes down on a whim."

"Then don't clothing underwear ma'am,"I suggested quite reasonably.

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