It was another dismal disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room door in my smart butler's undifferentiated black pelage, and white-haired waistcoat and black trousers with a single bar awaiting instruction.

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

The Dowager or noblewoman Margaret. She must have been in her forties though she would hold passed for sixty with comfort in her dowdy black widows attire. She was still in mourning for her late husband who had departed this mortal coil some two eld since. A well-chosen release the faculty surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

"Hanson, distinguish me,"she said in her ranking representative,"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 piddling cleaning lady veil away then ?"she probed.

I was thoroughly fed up with being a pantryman. Ten twelvemonth I served in the Devonshire and summerset Yeomanry rising to colorize sergeant. Yet when the peace came a butler was the only 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 score 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 habitation 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 apparel all in Shirley Temple as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a buck whip like his lordship did yelling, ‘ 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 of action. 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 wish to flail me with a buck whip and sodomise me ?"she asked.

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to whip me with a horse whip ?"she asked.

"Indeed, I think I should relish 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 spot but she was actually laughing.

His Lordship and his young married woman Lady Jane returned in time for dinner so I had to be on duty in the dining room.

They ate the sumptuous meal with all the decorousness of fuzz at a trough, and drank the fine wine as if it were lemon cordial.

"I say,"noblewoman Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much Gallic wine-coloured,"It would appear that Hanson here has a passion for whipping poor people unsuspecting bird with a buck whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a reliable source William Tell me he likes to have some uncouth fornicatress dress in mourning pitch-black and then he whips and sodomises them."

"goodness God female parent, in sinister ?"Creator H laughed,"Perhaps you have an adorer ! What say you Hanson ?"

"I should lam her within an ounce of her life given a half chance my nobleman,"I explained.

"uppercase, cap !"Lord H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no fault. Thrash Mama. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

"Time for the Port I think,"Lord H laughed,"wellspring, well, well, what a mentation Mama horse whipped by the servant !"

"Geoffrey, please !"Lady Jane chided. poor Lady Jane. Barely twenty two. Married two twelvemonth 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.

N returned for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. until both Lord H and lady Jane went hunting.

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

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

She handed me a saucy leather bound case, unusually long and thin."heart-to-heart 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 pipe dream,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my fault,"she said."dash the door and drop your trousers."

"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.

"dash the room access and drop your pant I shall not state you again,"she repeated.

"Yes brothel keeper, certainly Madam,"I replied and I slid the door dash along and returned to stick out 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 trousers slide to the floor.

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes dame,"I agreed. I had a job. My member like a camp magnetic pole, making a tent of my underpants.

Carefully I eased them down.

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

"madam,"I agreed. She reached out and pertain my cock. She gripped the scape and then rubbed a finger over the eye at the top where a bead of pre cum glistened.

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

She lay back across the wide-cut stunt woman bed. She pulled up her skirt 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, realise your salary for once,"she ordered.

"Of course dame,"I replied and I swiftly unmake my blackened patent leather indoor horseshoe and pulled my trouser underpants and sock off to place upright 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 first contact I made was my cock to her quim. It was soft, moist, hot, yielding. My phallus glided in like a tongue through hot butter.

It was so long since I close had a woman. My penis revelled in his engagement. Pleasant sensory faculty raced through my consciousness. She moaned. I kissed her.

"No cuddling,"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 dame,"I said."In that suit consume that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

"Not quite what I had in judgment,"she laughed,"I would prefer less talking and Thomas More effort."

No kissing, no talking, it was like using an United States Army brothel again except I did not induce my ground forces 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 meet me, flood me fix me feel like a charwoman again."

I had no answer the floodgates were well and truly surface and my cock was pumping like a fire hose.

I stilled."You will do,"she said abruptly,"Back 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 skirt raised and knee spread waiting for the maid to wipe her quim and thigh,"I am afraid Hanson was more potent than I imagined."

"Have you been fucking the butler brothel keeper,"Bessie gasped.

"No you stupid person young lady, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce believe her directness and lack of decorum.

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

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

"No ma'am, I am a just girlfriend !"Bessie insisted.

"A very foolish girl more probable,"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 God Almighty knows what would take place,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the following day dame Margaret was her usual disagreeable self but then Lord H went to capital of the United Kingdom alone and arranged to spend the night at his club.

ma'am Margaret was in a playful mood, uncharacteristically charming, especially at dinner.

The two ladies took an early on 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."Come in,"peeress Margaret ordered."Bolt the door there's a dependable chap."

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

Lady Margaret wasted no prison term"Ah Hanson, I do believe we are in need of your exceptional property. My son being a somewhat feeble and sickly mortal has thus far singularly failed to provide darling Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some embarrassment within society."

"Indeed Madam ?"I replied.

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

"Not immediately brothel keeper,"I admitted.

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

"You make him vocalise like a prize bull,"dame Jane teased.

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

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

"Rather less I fear,"lady Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has steadfast haunches, good lungs, good temperament and a wise head and has features 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 chore is to instill my daughter in law,"noblewoman Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no remonstration ?"

I looked at lady Jane, a sight of lovliness as she looked at me and looked away embarrassed.

"Er, well she does look a petty young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

"commodity lord, she's been married for two old age and fucked Godhead knows how many times."dame Margaret snapped.

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would get exceeded that in a two weeks,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a terrible letdown Hanson, his Fatherhood was a verbose aegir but he could be persuaded to perform. I do confess I am at my mentality end over this son and heir business."

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

"No tenderness, no consideration, no erotic love, simply impregnate her like a Bull serving his cow,"noblewoman Margaret insisted,"I shall of row supervise."

"Are you content with this My Lady ?"I enquired of peeress Jane.

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

"It will be my pleasure madam,"I confessed as I looked at her, all sugared and soft and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.

"On the bed please Jane, spread your wooden leg so Hanson may impregnate you."Lady Margaret ordered,"trouser off Hanson."

I responded with smartness, I shed my shoes and pant, socks and underpants and my jacket and would have been naked but for Lady Margaret's cry to abstain."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 duty Hanson,"Lady Margaret urged.

I climbed onto the bed, my penis now fully erect, rampant indeed. The Lady Margaret grasped my member from behind me, reaching through my pegleg and aiming it at the younger woman's quim.

My member brushed her quim but it was unyielding, the misfortunate young lady was not in the to the lowest degree unrestrained, and no wonder.

"A present moment My peeress,"I requested and I raised myself up and slide down the bed.

I kissed her inner thigh, she gasped and so I slowly edged my kisses upwardly towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Henry has never done that !"

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

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

She was ready so I swiftly slid up the bed again and noblewoman Margaret guided my phallus into Jane's now hot and willing quim.

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

"No liberty !"peeress Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

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

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

"still my angel,"I said quietly and I silenced her with a osculation on her lips.

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

I flinched.

"Oh yessss !"Lady 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 center shining,"Ohhh that is sooo prissy,"she sighed,"You must ease up Henry some lessons !"

"Don't be laughable !"Lady Margaret snapped,"Oh goal can't you !"

"Yes Madam,"I agreed for my balls were churning and a firm jet of cum erupted from my shaft making Jane gasp as the blowup of semen surged into her vagina.

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

"Far too passionate, too passionate by one-half,"Lady Margaret retorted,"I told you no tenderness !"

"Madam is simply jealous,"I explained.

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

"Certainly brothel keeper,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to observe my trousers and shoes.

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

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

"No, the young one,"I said,"The old bitch variety of supervised !"

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

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

The bedroom campana 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 bedchamber !"she snapped."That young woman Jane has a smile like a Cheshire cat, what the Scheol you done to her Hanson ?"

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

As it happened I spent the entire night alone, no madam, no Bessie.

The following morning madam 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 luncheon as I followed her along the upstairs corridor.

I lifted her dame and tucked my thumbs in the waistcloth of her pantaloons and pulled them to her knees.

"Mr Hanson !"she gasped.

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

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

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

"block !"she hissed, as I caressed her left breast. Her nipple stirred.

"You were green-eyed when I kissed Lady Jane,"I whispered,"You want to be loved."

"fountainhead certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her body had other thought. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my thumb edged slowly within 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 quarter round still inside her. She opened the door, I closed and bolted it.

"Hanson, what has come over you ?"she hissed.

"I don't really have it away,"I explained,"But you do seem a much nicer person when you have been fucked !"

"Typical !"she sighed,"But I do lose 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 sham Hanson, you have no more esteem 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 trousers with the other.

My appendage sprang free, stiff and rearing and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to divulge her bosoms,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my manpower 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 gear up I feel it is time to ejaculate !"

I shot my cargo 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 here and now later,"But really you can not just pull my underclothes down on a whim."

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

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