It was another blue disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room door in my chic butler's uniform Negroid coat, and grey vest and smuggled trousers with a bingle chevron awaiting instruction.

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

The Dowager or noblewoman Margaret. She must have been in her forties though she would throw passed for sixty with comfort in her dowdy lightlessness widow garb. She was still in mourning for her late hubby who had departed this mortal coil some two years since. A well-chosen release the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

"Hanson, recite me,"she said in her Lake Superior part,"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 little cleaning lady 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 colour in sergeant. Yet when the peace came a butler was the entirely position 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 wee eye touch.

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

I had had enough of her. I resolved to release forthwith.

"No madam, after my base visit I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his lordship's favourite whore. I have her dress all in black as his Lordship did. Then I beat her with a sawbuck 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 fabrication of course. He fornicated with every buxom doll he could lay script on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

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

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to whip me with a knight lash ?"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 dapple but she was actually laughing.

His Lordship and his immature wife madam Jane returned in time for dinner party so I had to be on tariff in the dining room.

They ate the sumptuous repast with all the decorum of pigs at a trough, and drank the fine vino as if it were lemon tree cordial.

"I say,"Lady Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too a lot French people wine,"It would appear that Hanson here has a Passion of Christ for whipping pitiful unsuspecting chick with a horse whip."

"Has he been abusing the servants ?"God Almighty H enquired.

"No,"she replied,"But a dependable root tells me he likes to have some park trollop dress in mourning black and then he whips and sodomises them."

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

"I should mosh her within an ounce of her aliveness given a half hazard my Almighty,"I explained.

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

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

"Time for the porthole I think,"Lord H laughed,"well, well, well, what a recall Mama gymnastic horse whipped by the retainer !"

"Geoffrey, please !"Lady Jane chided. poor people gentlewoman Jane. Barely twenty two. Married two years and still childless. Cook said it was because overlord H was impotent though how she knew was unclear.

The meal finished and the folk retired. I took my supper with Captain James Cook and the maids downstairs.

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

N returned for a few mean solar day until both Lord H and gentlewoman Jane went hunting.

I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's bedroom Alexander Graham Bell 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 way after knocking politely.

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

She handed me a smart leather edge slip, unusually long and slim down."Open it then."she ordered.

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

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my dreaming,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my mistake,"she said."bolt the room access and cut down your trousers."

"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.

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

"Yes gentlewoman, certainly Madam,"I replied and I slid the doorway bolt along and returned to support 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 undid my belt and let my trousers slide to the floor.

"And underpants,"she added.

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

Carefully I eased them down.

"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to tending already, my Henry needed a horseback riding crop up his backside before he showed any inclination at all."

"Madam,"I agreed. She reached out and touched my cock. She gripped the quill and then rubbed a finger over the eye at the top where a beadwork of pre cum glistened.

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

She lay back across the wide duplicate bed. She pulled up her bird and I saw she wore no underclothes what so ever. Just a suspender smash and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."Fuck me Hanson, earn your wages for once,"she ordered.

"Of course Madam,"I replied and I swiftly untie my Negroid patent leather indoor shoes and pulled my trouser underpants and socks off to abide before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his socks off,"she laughed as she lay with her knees raised and parted,"Such consideration. Now fuck me you brute !"

I advanced towards her, I guided my member towards her and the get-go inter-group communication I made was my rooster to her quim. It was soft, moist, hot, yielding. My penis glided in like a knife through hot butter.

It was so prospicient since I last had a woman. My phallus revelled in his employ. Pleasant sensations raced through my consciousness. 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 lady of pleasure ?"

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

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

"Not quite what I had in head,"she laughed,"I would choose less talking and Sir Thomas More effort."

No kissing, no talking, it was like using an U. S. Army house of ill repute again except I did not cause my army issue contraceptive sheath.

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

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

I had no solution the floodgate were well and truly open up and my cock was pumping like a fire hose.

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

She wriggled out from under me, walked to the door, 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 wench raised and articulatio genus spread waiting for the maid to wipe her quim and thighs,"I am afraid Hanson was more powerful than I imagined."

"have you been fucking the butler Madam,"Bessie gasped.

"No you stupid young woman, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce believe her candor and want of decorum.

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

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

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

"A very dopy girl more likely,"Lady H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your workplace is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to continue the gloomy orders in their property or Lord knows what would hap,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the be day dame Margaret was her common unsympathetic self but then Lord H went to John Griffith Chaney alone and arranged to spend the night at his club.

noblewoman 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 bedroom and then Bessie returned with the substance that I was required.

I knocked politely."Come in,"madam Margaret ordered."Bolt the door there's a good chap."

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

Lady Margaret wasted no time"Ah Hanson, I do believe we are in need of your special attribute. My son being a somewhat weakly and sickly individual has thus far singularly failed to provide devout Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some embarrassment within society."

"Indeed gentlewoman ?"I replied.

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

"Not immediately Madam,"I admitted.

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

"You make him vocalize like a select bullshit,"gentlewoman Jane teased.

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

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

"Rather less I fear,"gentlewoman Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has staunch haunches, good lungs, serious temperament and a fresh principal and has features not different 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 impregnate my daughter in law,"Lady Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no dissent ?"

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

"Er, well she does seem a little Danton True Young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

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

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

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

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

"No tenderness, no considerateness, no love, simply bang up her like a bull serving his cow,"Lady Margaret insisted,"I shall of track 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 soft and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.

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

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

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

I stared,"To your duty Hanson,"noblewoman Margaret urged.

I climbed onto the bed, my member now fully set up, rampant indeed. The lady Margaret grasped my member from behind me, reaching through my leg and aiming it at the younger woman's quim.

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

"A instant My Lady,"I requested and I raised myself up and slip down the bed.

I kissed her internal second joint, she gasped and so I slowly edged my candy kiss upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Henry has never done that !"

I kissed her mound and then parted her down in the mouth sassing with my fingers and ran my tongue around the moist groove between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady 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 uncoerced quim.

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

"No indecorum !"Lady Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

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

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

"still 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 case and slashed me across the buttocks.

I flinched.

"Oh yessss !"ma'am 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 heart shining,"Ohhh that is sooo nice,"she sighed,"You must give William Henry some lessons !"

"Don't be pathetic !"noblewoman Margaret snapped,"Oh finish can't you !"

"Yes lady,"I agreed for my testicle were churning and a solid jet of cum erupted from my lance 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,"Lady Margaret retorted,"I told you no warmheartedness !"

"Madam is simply envious,"I explained.

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

"Certainly Madam,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to determine my trouser and shoes.

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

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

"No, the young one,"I said,"The old bitch sort of oversee !"

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

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

The bedroom Melville Bell rang,"Oh damn and blast,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few minutes later,"They wants tea and cooky in the chamber !"she snapped."That girl Jane has a grin like a Cheshire cat, what the Hades 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 Ladies, no Bessie.

The next morning peeress Margaret was perhaps even more obnoxious than common. 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 ovolo in the sash of her pantaloons and pulled them to her knees.

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

"dame ?"I queried as I thrust my hand between her thighs and fray my thumb against her quim.

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

"In due class Madam,"I replied and I put my relieve arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.

"Stop !"she hissed, as I caressed her left titty. Her nipple stirred.

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

"wellspring certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her organic structure had other musical theme. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my thumb edged slowly privileged 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 seem a much nicer individual when you have been fucked !"

"Typical !"she sighed,"But I do leave out having a man around,"and she knelt down and leaned over the end of the bed,"No acquaintance remember."

"Really ?"I queried and I kissed her neck.

"Absolutely,"she insisted,"Don't profess Hanson, you have no more regard for me than I do for you."

"No dame,"I agreed as I worked my pollex around inside her and released my bash and dropped my trouser with the other.

My fellow member sprang innocent, remains and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to divulge her bosom,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my hands as I fucked her rhythmically from behind.

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

"Not an unpleasant way to while away an afternoon,"I agreed,"And now, if brothel keeper is ready I feel it is clock time to ejaculate !"

I shot my load inside her. A dozen 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 wearable underclothing Madam,"I suggested quite reasonably.

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