An old story reprised.

Note All type are entirely ficticious and my excuse of any kin or companionship names have inadvertently been used


My noblewoman 's Descent, the butler Tale.


I was idly cleaning some silverware. The sun was shining through the drawing elbow room window. The lawns stretched away towards the lake with its island and folly while a gardener snipped ineffectually away at the lawn edges. It was an ordinary summertime day.

Mr President Benjamin Harrison my noble 's stock factor and adviser arrived just after luncheon, he asked no demanded to see my lady with the maximum urgency.

'' But sir, my lady is resting, '' I explained, knowing she was most likely with one deputy Carruthers her latest dalliance.

I went to attempt her, I went upstairs to her room and knocked decorously, and then as one does I listened intently.

'' Oh yes, '' she was gasping, `` Oh that 's sooo adept, do n't stop. ``

'' There 's someone knock, '' a man 's voice hissed.

'' Mr Harrison wishes an audience my lady, '' I explained through the close door.

'' Then have him wear a funny wig and appear at the Adelphi ! '' the man joked.

'' Johnny Reb, '' my dame whispered, `` Look its Gerald 's banker, I had better go, '' and she shouted `` Just a present moment ! ''

Amazingly quickly my peeress appeared at the door, a vision of golden Curl and vermillion chiffon, spoiled only by smeared lip rouge.

'' My ma'am, '' I explained, `` Your lip peg ? ``

'' Oh, '' she said, `` Do n't be so damned impertinent ! '' but she still looked in the mirror and repaired the legal injury with a napkin.

'' goodness cuss, mums the password ? '' Carruthers said as he followed her from the room while smoothing his cricket jersey down and taking his billfold from his white cricket pant he tucked a ten shilling short letter in my top pocket, `` See myself out, backwards way. '' and he slipped away, the very paradigm of a lounge lizard, or should that be loiter snake.

I left him to his dissimulation and deception, no doubt the regiment thought he was elsewhere, perhaps he was at cricket and had himself bowled out to spare half an hour for cuckolding but perhaps his enormous ego would not let him to come out less than a superman at the crease but he was certainly most unworthy of my madam 's affections.

My lady swept downstairs, `` Mister President Harrison, what a pleasant surprise ! '' she simpered.

'' I fear not Lady Saltcoats, '' he said, `` Can we speak privately ? ``

'' The survey is available my lady, '' I suggested.

'' He means bugger off Holdford ! '' my lady hissed.

'' Alford my lady, '' I corrected, `` Certainly my lady. ``

'' Go on then ! '' she hissed and she ushered me away.

I went to the kitchen, I sat on my toilet, Mrs Bridge the cook stood at the swallow hole, `` Trouble Mr Alford ? '' she asked.

I looked at her, heavy breasted, round shouldered and old before her time, `` None of our line Mrs Bridges, '' I said using the courtesy title of Mrs despite the fact she had never married and was likely a Virgo, with picayune prospect of losing that distinction.

'' If you say so sir ! '' she said sarcastically.

I let it go and then suddenly my gentlewoman shouted `` No ! ``

I stood and rushed to the discipline and flung the threshold extensive. My lady was aghast, but stood thou from President Harrison, `` No, it can not be so ! '' she cried.

'' What have you done sir ? '' I demanded, `` My ma'am is distraught ! ``

'' Not I, '' he said, `` I accept no blame. ``

'' For what ? '' I asked.

'' Lord Saltcoats has been declared bankrupt, '' Sir Rex Harrison explained, `` pass catcher have been appointed, my noble has seven calendar days to repeal these premises, meanwhile all bank accounts are wintry. ``

'' What do you mean ? '' I demanded.

'' house business relationship, all that sort of thing, '' he explained, `` It 's the stock grocery store, and reinsurance, high-pitched finance, you would n't understand. ``

I should bear hit him for his insult, but how was he to know my true character ? Instead I congratulated myself on blending so subtly into the material of the country house.

'' There will be some residue surely, the British capital residence ? '' I asked.

'' Mortgaged, '' he said, `` And remortgaged, liability vastly exceed the asset. ``

'' Then why let this happen ! '' I queried.

'' None of your business, '' he said, `` But I had no idea, none at all, I merely manage his lordship 's investing portfolio, of course we made heavy personnel casualty, but no more than anyone else, less than many, it 's not my fault he started meddling in insurance, none at all ! ``

'' What does it mean, where will we go ! '' my lady demanded.

The telephone rang, in an automatic unconditioned reflex I went to the entryway hall to answer it.

'' Rainsford House, master Saltcoats hall, '' I answered automatically.

'' Alford, is that Alford ? '' someone demanded.

'' Indeed, '' I agreed.

'' Right look its Ted Griggs here, '' he said, `` His Lordship 's London chauffeur, I got some bad newsworthiness. ''

'' Indeed ? '' I queried.

'' facial expression tell Mrs Bridges that Lord Saltcoats, has disappeared, '' he said.

'' Disappeared, no he 's gone bankrupt. '' I said.

'' well I dropped him off at capital of Seychelles around ten o'clock this break of day and they said to go dwelling when I got back, I reckon he legged it to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault on the human body de tart, '' he meant the Golden pointer train, `` What do you mean bankrupt ? '' he demanded, `` Oh red cent, I ai n't got no more than pennies tell Mrs bridgework, '' he said after the telephone pinged and suddenly it went utter Brrrrrrr.

'' It seems his Lordship has left left us, '' I said as I returned.

'' Only comme il faut thing, '' President Benjamin Harrison agreed, `` Gun or noose ? ``

'' The power train ferrying to France ! '' I corrected.

'' Oh the add together shit ! '' my gentlewoman cried.

'' Indeed my noblewoman, '' I agreed and I slipped away.

Generally private use of his lordship 's telephone set was earth for trice dismissal but I no longer cared, and throwing forethought to the wind I booked a call to my banking concern in Liverpool where they were keeping my `` crime syndicate Silver, '' in their safety deposit.

'' Alford ! '' my peeress protested when she saw me at the telephony when I should give birth shown Mr Reginald Carey Harrison out, but I ignored her.

She flew at me afterwards, `` How daring you ! '' she said, `` Collect your affair you are dismissed right away ! ``

'' And how shall you pay me what you owe ? '' I demanded, `` You can not. ``

'' I can dismiss you with zero ! '' she said, `` No payment, no cite, no character ! ``

'' Indeed ? '' I queried, `` Well perhaps you can pay me. ``

'' No ! acquire your things and go ! '' she said.

'' Perhaps you could pay me the way you pay Lieutenant Carruthers and a few to a greater extent I might mention ! '' I suggested.

'' No, Rape ! '' she wailed and she rushed towards her room.

I followed, I caught her at the doorway and pushed her inside pausing only to bolt the door.

'' No ! '' she said, `` Well at least let me undo the hook shot, this monetary value an absolute fortune. ``
'' Of course, '' I said, `` Allow me. ``

She sat on the bed as I unfastened her frock, `` Be deliberate, '' she pleaded and then she stood and it fell around her feet.

Her well rounded breasts bulged over her red girdle, her red knickers enclosed by the brace shoulder strap, and she stood up and laid the dress carefully on the dresser.

'' That 's considerably, '' she said and she screamed, `` ravishment, '' again several times.

'' Ot would appear the US horse is otherwise engaged my lady, '' I observed as I removed my highly fine-tune inglorious shoe to reveal well worn black socks with protruding big toes, which I hurriedly removed, `` Department of Energy Lieutenant Carruthers remove his shirt and under shirt madam ? '' I asked.

'' No, though it is none of your business, '' she declared, `` violation ! '' she shouted again.

I removed my jacket and shirt front, slipped the cardboard catch off and removed my undershirt.

'' skilful lord, '' she gulped, `` Alford, '' and then I unbuttoned my flies and removed trousers and underpants in a single motion.

'' God, you are pleased to see me are n't you ! '' she exclaimed as she gazed at my manhood as it strained, `` Right, '' she said as she snapped her suspenders away from her stockings and pushed her knickers down before kicking them off her feet.

'' colza, '' she shouted again and then, `` Oh well, you wo n't bruise me will you, and there are some johnny 's in the medical dressing table.

'' They spoil the moment my gentlewoman, '' I explained, `` I shall get on you as the adept lord intended. ``

It was nearly a week since my last night off, spent with two buxom working girl in the townsfolk a tiresome ten retentive international mile away by bicycle, and my pauperism was capital, and her protestation were footling but tokens.

'' Do n't hurt me, '' she asked again as I gripped her waist as I planted my knees firmly between hers and blindly aimed my manhood at her.

'' Hey, '' she said, `` Not there, let me, '' and she guided my straining humanity between her unseen cunt back talk and took me to heaven.

'' Do something then, '' she insisted.

'' What ? '' I asked as I luxuriated in the smell of her moist slit gripping me.

'' I do n't do it, but it 's not very exciting for me. '' she declared.

I thrust against her, `` break ? '' I asked.

'' practically ! '' she said, `` And again, that 's better, '' she said, `` Oh you 're so big, '' she said, `` piece of tail me, you 're going to prison for this so enjoy yourself ! ``

I started to think of her as a sporting lady, a beautiful golden haired high class fancy woman, and then I remembered the asperse lipstick and I determined to sample her lips as well and I dipped my lips to caress hers.

Her tongue emerged instantly, running around my teeth, my intellect exploded and so did my cock jerking and pumping and flooding her parts, and as our oral cavity parted she was gasping and muttering, `` Oh my god, '' she said and then we stilled.

'' Alford, '' she said, `` What are we going to do ? ``,

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' If we 're bankrupt '' she said, `` What are we going to do ? ``

'' What is this `` We'suddenly ? '' I asked.

'' Well, what is it to be Alford, rape or 'we', '' she asked quite reasonably.

'' We, '' I said, `` My lady. ``

`` I expect Gerald has, '' she said quietly, `` He wo n't face ruin, he knows I only want his money, I never loved him. ``

'' And the dashing Lieutenant ? '' I enquired.

'' He makes me feel good, '' she said, `` But then to be honest, so do you. ''

She stretched, `` So what is it to be, a nice low temperature cell or me ? ``

'' What a choice, may I have a mo to cerebrate my lady ? '' I asked.

'' Get dressed, we have appearance to maintain, '' she insisted and she went to dress again.

I too dressed and made my way downstairs, there was a hubbub of vocalization in the kitchen, I went in, `` Mr Alford, or is it My Lord. '' Binks the head gardener challenged.

'' Mr Binks, '' I replied, `` What troubles you ? ``

'' You and her ladyship, '' he said.

'' She 's finished, '' I said, `` We 're finished, his lordship 's bankrupt, the bailiffs are coming so I 'm leaving. ``

'' And ladyship, '' Mrs bridge circuit asked.

'' Do n't ask me, '' I insisted.

'' She 's leaving with Mr Alford, '' her ladyship said as she came to stand up behind me, `` Tonight. ``

I had no intention of leaving so soon yet there was slight point in remaining, `` We need to utter, '' I explained.

'' We 'll get a hotel elbow room, '' she suggested, `` Do you drive ? ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

'' Then we 'll take the Rolls, '' she insisted, `` The shooting brake ! ``

We left that same evening, her luggage stowed in every spare space it that vast crudely overbodied travesty of a luxury car so full that she had to sit beside me, and we made our way north.

'' What will you do ? '' I asked.

'' What do you evoke ? '' she replied.

'' fountainhead I doubt cooking or cleaning is to your mouthful, '' I suggested, `` Whore, prostitute, courtesan ? ``

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` I have some money, perhaps we could get a elbow room ? ``

'' Perhaps, but for now, '' I suggested, `` madam Alford and her Chauffeur ? ``

'' Separate beds ? '' she asked, `` I 'll shout you Alan ! ``

'' One for sleeping and one for work ! '' I joked.

I could n't trust her, I never really intended for her to go a sporting lady but could not hazard telling her the truth, maybe I should have, but I didn't.

You see three years before my begetter had made arrangements for me to mould in the United States of the States, to larn about the American system of banking which seemed so greatly superior to ours, and while there the outstanding clangoring of 1929 erupted through the altogether economical system.
I was working at a mass medium size city bank as a sort of help manager, and I was right there when the run came, and when it came it all seemed to happen all at once.

ordinary bicycle people, even folks waited in a line right down the street and you did n't need to be a maven to knead out we had not even a tenth of the money those people thought they had in their accounts to pay them. We started paying out in the dawn and by noon the hurdle was empty-bellied, except that is an unobjectionable composition board box of big value bills which somehow found their way in my locker, for safe keeping you understand.

Ted Adams chief teller and Jim McFadden the manager came down the bank building hall all glum faced, `` Shut the doors Jim, '' McFadden said to the safety, `` We 're gone broke. ``

That triggered a near riot, I slipped out the dorsum way with my box and in all the confusion I swapped my twenty seven Buick for the janitor 's cycle and coat and I rode off down the street on that cycle with about a one-half million dollar in that cardboard box balanced on the cross bar.

I went to the flat I rented, told Mrs Rafferty the concierge I was leaving and I headed north west towards New York City on the eventide train.

So what do you do when you have half a million dollar bill of person else 's John Cash ? Why get a job of course.

Except the creation and his brother was looking for a job, so I bought some piece of furniture, put my box in a counter, had it crated and arranged shipment to England on the RMS Mauretania and I sailed home 2nd class.
I had my crate put in reposition and looked for a job, told dad I was still in the states, changed my epithet to Alford and forged some address and worked in Liverpool until I fancied some res publica air and her ladyship took me on as Butler.

She knew my computer address were forged, she thought she could sack me any metre and that would keep me in line and end me telling her husband about her lovers.

But now I had half a million dollars to pass, without being noticed.

We found a overnice little apartment, it was over a betting shop in the Harrow road, the estate federal agent had century of empty properties, we could take our pick.

She had savings, we pawned some of her jewellery, we painted the flat, bought beds furniture, I had my stuff from Liverpool sent over and we worked like a real team.

Then when we were all ready to open I told her my plan, `` Look, '' I said one evening after a particularly retentive and gruelling session in bed.

'' I know, Mr flopsy is tired, he needs a kiss, '' she said as she bent to kiss my weaken penis.

'' My Lady, you do n't want to sleep with anyone, except me, '' I explained, '' I have about half a million dollars to wash, you just say an freaky American paid you in buck. ``

'' But Alan, '' she said, `` We agreed, we did all the work, we were going to get a maid, embark on small, make up, two or three gentlemen a night to begin with. ``

'' We can just use it as a concealment, '' I explained.

'' But you promised two or three men a day, '' she said angrily, `` You promised ! ``

'' But surely you do n't want ? '' I asked.

'' And you do n't seriously conceive you satisfy me do you ? '' she asked, `` With Mr Floppy always needing a suction to sound off commencement him, for celestial sphere sake ! ``

'' You want to be a whore ? '' I said incredulously.

'' Yes with you there to protect me, '' she said, `` I expect I could do a valet in forty minutes and a servant in ten. ``

'' At the Sami time ? '' I queried, `` One up the indorse passage ? ``

'' Possibly, '' she said, `` But you did the sums, even with a few daytime a month when we need a stand in we will bring in a putting to death ! ``

'' But what about us ? '' I asked.

'' Oh, you still get your twist, '' she said, `` But really, seriously, '' she said, `` I need More. ``

We heard nada of Maker Saltcoats and so it was that we opened `` The Lady 's Boudoir '' one even in September 1932.

The name was stencilled on the room access beside the betting shop an inside the doorway we had a booth where the receptionist Lillia sat guarding the bottom of the stairs and then I would greet the valet de chambre, take their hats and gloves and stand in attendance in case they needed assist with dressing and always maintain free will and moderation.

It sickened me, every day she lay in bed from mid morning till after midnight while a succession of men used her, `` Good day sir may I take your hat ? '' I would ask and get a contemptuous glower in return as gloves were thrown in the hat and the hat handed to me.

We reached agreement for the betting shop to be our waiting room, every day there was my lady, answering to any name under the sun, play acting the cherubic heart, legs astride, slit glistening. mammilla distended, bathed in sweat like as not and then dragging some half naked valet minus trousers and underpants but like as not retaining socks and air-sleeve suspenders to her as she grasped his rampant member to aim it within her or lactate it to life or closing.

Hairy asses bobbling as they pounded her, time after fourth dimension, workweek after calendar week, calendar month after month until every snow leopard of compassion I had for her was ground to nix by the clash of crotch upon crotch.

I rented a house for us in Middlesborough terrace so we could get away from her piece of work, but she was always too fag so I had the other bedchamber converted to another work way, bare floors and a simple mattress.

They paid duplicate for the wide-eyed mattress, the more soiled it got the better they liked it because it stopped being gentlemen and instead it was anyone who won a bet on the horses.

They all wanted to fuck a OK madam on a soiled mattress.

'' Maybe you would prefer standing against a bulwark in the ginnel ? '' I asked in a moment of heedless sarcasm.

'' And how much supernumerary would that be ? '' the fellow asked quite seriously.

'' look-alike, '' I said flippantly.

'' Then I 'll own that ! '' he agreed.

She used the courtyard, the ginnel was too world and she wore a duo of cog and a servants gaberdine, sometimes we had three men waiting while a fourth fucked her standing against the wall.

Sometimes Lillia pretended to be the lady, if she remembered to keep her sass shut, when not clamped around a customer 's phallus that is, she was ok, except it made too very much work for me keeping an eye on two sporting lady, taking money and everything.

One night a Irishman asked me to love him up the ass while he fucked Lillia. I declined, but it gave me an idea, `` So where do you get you 're ass fucked ? '' I asked.

He told me, I out an advert in the window and got ten question in two hours.

I gave Harry the job, he liked goose egg better than wearing a skirt with null under it, usually he wore a kilt but his geordie accent betrayed him and he relished the idea of ramming his meat up gentlemen 's hindquarters while they shafted our whores.

He seemed entirely capable so I left him to it, and gradually did less and less time at the Boudoir and he became more or less the director while I planned my adjacent move.

I went to London and became delayed with my affairs and came north again to check up on on my lady.

She was not there, `` Gentlemen want miscellanea sir, I got some new young woman in, '' Harry explained.

'' But she was the all reason ! '' I pleaded, `` Where is she ? ``

'' Blowed if I know sir, '' he said, `` I just thought she were a whore, sir. I never thought she was your special whore. ``

I went out to seek her, I asked around until I heard of someone living in a hut by the railway line and earning a insolence from plate level and the like.

I had to find oneself her and bought a bowler hat and gaberdine coat like a railroad functionary and marched down to the track yards.

There was no mansion of her, but then a lucky slash, `` You going for a jar Tam ? '' someone asked a number one wood as his shift ended.

'' Och so I will, after I poke the lady, '' was his reply.

I followed, he went to the engineman 's barracks, where the foresighted distance men lodged before returning home, and there I found her naked but for a coat undecided at the forepart sitting on an engine man 's locker listening to the tales of engines.

'' Enginemen only sir, '' the assistant said politely but firmly.

'' I came to see her, '' I said and pointed, `` How are you ? ``

'' Well, '' she said and she smiled, `` Were you worried ? '' she asked.

'' Yes, you were not at the house, '' I explained.

'' That Harry was beastly, '' she said, `` He wanted to charge more, but I just want sex. ``

'' And now ? '' I asked.

'' They are lovely, all these lonely men to console, '' she said, `` They make me finger wanted. ''

I looked at her, her blonde hair seemed to be silvering, her tegument once like alabaster now weatherbeaten, `` I 'll keep open an account for your money, you know where to happen me, '' I explained, `` Oh Geoffrey turned up, '' I added, `` He 's working as a Gigolo in Monte Carlo, maybe you two were made for each other after all. ``

'' Maybe, '' she admitted but the Scotsman had her in his coal dusted branch and his Negroid hands ran through her hair and his black lips brushed her ruby sass and it was more than I could bear to see.

I hid my tears and left her even as she gasped in approval as her scots devotee took her to heaven once more .