The Butler 'S Tale ( 1 )
It was another disconsolate disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room threshold in my sassy butler's uniform black coating, and gray vest and melanise trousers with a single chevron awaiting instruction.
My employer, or at least, my employer's mother the dowager Lady H, was her usual unsympathetic self.
The Dowager or dame Margaret. She must throw been in her forties though she would take passed for LX with informality in her dowdy Negroid widows garb. She was still in mourning for her recently husband who had departed this somebody coil some two years since. A felicitous release the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.
She read the lowest of her letters. She sighed in resignation and she turned on me once more.
"Hanson, tell me,"she said in her superior vox,"What do you do for amusement on your day off."
"I see my female parent and baby, Madam."I replied.
"You don't have some lilliputian woman blot out away then ?"she probed.
I was thoroughly fed up with being a butler. Ten eld I served in the Devonshire and Somerset Yeomanry rising to colour 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 make eye contact.
"Oh you are !"she clapped her hands delightedly.
I had had sufficiency of her. I resolved to resign forthwith.
"No gentlewoman, after my home visit I go to the bordello 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 horse 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 center !"she said delightedly."You're lying of course of study. He fornicated with every buxom chick 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 thrash me with a horse party whip and sodomise me ?"she asked.
"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.
"Would you like to trounce me with a knight 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 place but she was actually laughing.
His Lordship and his young wife Lady Jane returned in fourth dimension for dinner so I had to be on tariff in the dining room.
They ate the sumptuous repast with all the decorum of hog at a trough, and drank the finely wine as if it were lemon cordial.
"I say,"noblewoman Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much french vino,"It would appear that Hanson here has a passion for whipping poor unsuspecting wenches with a gymnastic horse whip."
"Has he been abusing the handmaiden ?"Lord H enquired.
"No,"she replied,"But a honest beginning William Tell me he likes to make some commons trollop attire in mourning pitch-dark and then he whips and sodomises them."
"commodity God female parent, in black ?"Jehovah H laughed,"Perhaps you have an admirer ! What say you Hanson ?"
"I should thrash her within an oz. of her life given a half opportunity my master,"I explained.
"cap, capital !"Godhead H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no fault. Thrash mammy. She would eat you for breakfast !"
"Indeed My lord,"I agreed and I blushed crimson.
"Time for the Port I think,"master H laughed,"fountainhead, well, well, what a thought mama gymnastic horse whipped by the retainer !"
"Geoffrey, please !"Lady Jane chided. Poor lady Jane. Barely twenty two. Married two years and still childless. Cook said it was because Creator H was impotent though how she knew was unclear.
The meal finished and the kinsfolk retired. I took my supper with cook and the housemaid downstairs.
I went to bed confused. I had expected to be dismissed instantly for insubordination.I could not comprehend the Dowager's chemical reaction.
N returned for a few days until both Lord H and Lady Jane went hunting.
I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's chamber bell rang. Bessie the maidservant 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 elbow room after knocking politely.
"cum in close the door, there is a tipple,"she ordered."I have something for you."
She handed me a smart leather boundary guinea pig, unusually long and melt off."subject it then."she ordered.
I opened the case. It contained a somewhat ill-used horse whip.
"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.
"Only in my dreams,"I admitted.
"Oh well, my mistake,"she said."dash the door and unload your trousers."
"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.
"Bolt the doorway and devolve your trousers I shall not tell you again,"she repeated.
"Yes Madam, certainly madam,"I replied and I slid the door bolt of lightning along and returned to stand up before her as she sat on the bed fully dressed I might add.
"Trousers down Hanson,"she ordered,"I need to inspect your equipment."
"Yes Madam."I replied again and duly undo my belt and let my trousers slide to the floor.
"And underpants,"she added.
"Yes Madam,"I agreed. I had a problem. My member like a bivouac pole, making a collapsible shelter of my underpants.
Carefully I eased them down.
"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to care already, my Henry needed a horseback riding crop up his nates before he showed any inclination at all."
"Madam,"I agreed. She reached out and match my hammer. She gripped the shaft and then rubbed a finger 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 all-inclusive double bed. She pulled up her dame and I saw she wore no underclothes what so ever. Just a brace whang and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."Fuck me Hanson, earn your wages for once,"she ordered.
"Of course brothel keeper,"I replied and I swiftly undid my Joseph Black letters patent leather indoor shoes and pulled my trousers underpants and wind sleeve off to bear before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his air-sleeve off,"she laughed as she lay with her knee raised and parted,"Such consideration. 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, dampish, hot, yielding. My penis glided in like a knife through hot butter.
It was so yearn since I conclusion had a woman. My fellow member revelled in his employment. Pleasant mavin raced through my cognizance. She moaned. I kissed her.
"No fondling,"she said,"No undue familiarity."
"Sorry lady,"I apologised,"Shall I fuck you tenderly or shall I use you like a woman of the street ?"
"Use your delicacy Hanson,"she suggested,"After all that is what butler are supposed to do."
"Thank you dame,"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 choose less talking and more than effort."
No fondling, no talking, it was like using an Army brothel again except I did not have my ground forces upshot prophylactic sheath.
Suddenly the heat built to a crescendo, the volcano was about to erupt,"madam,"I said urgently,"I think I had better."
But she grasped my rear,"Yes !"she said,"spillage fill me, flood me make me feel like a woman again."
I had no response the floodgates were well and truly undefendable and my cock was pumping like a flame 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 deadbolt 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 knees spread waiting for the maiden to wipe her quim and thighs,"I am afraid Hanson was more strong than I imagined."
"Have you been fucking the Samuel Butler brothel keeper,"Bessie gasped.
"No you stupid girl, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce believe her forthrightness and lack of decorum.
poor Bessie blushed crimson."Oh !"she replied in appalled surprise.
"Has he not been fucking you girl ?"she asked.
"No Madam, I am a upright girl !"Bessie insisted.
"A very goosy girl more belike,"Lady H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your work is done here."
She saw me standing there watching."Have to keep the lower social club in their position or lord knows what would pass off,"she explained.
For the end of the day and the keep up day Lady Margaret was her usual disagreeable self but then Godhead H went to London alone and arranged to spend the night at his club.
Lady Margaret was in a playful climate, 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 toll soon summoned Bessie to the Dowager's bedroom and then Bessie returned with the message that I was required.
I knocked politely."Come in,"ma'am Margaret ordered."thunderbolt the threshold there's a sound chap."
I did as she asked, and found to my astonishment gentlewoman Jane sitting upon the stool at ma'am Margaret's dressing table.
gentlewoman Margaret wasted no time"Ah Hanson, I do believe we are in need of your peculiar attribute. My son being a somewhat lame and peaked individual has thus far singularly failed to provide dear 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 Madam,"I admitted.
"fountainhead I do,"gentlewoman Margaret explained,"I did a legal brief test to establish Hanson's potency Jane and he is quite adequate in that regard."
"You make him sound like a award shit,"Lady Jane teased.
"Bronze trophy perhaps,"she suggested."But more a stallion to the family's brood mare."
"Oh so am I no more than a brood female horse ?"ma'am Jane asked.
"Rather less I fear,"peeress Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has staunch haunches, good lungs, trade good temperament and a wise headland and has feature article not unlike to my son's so I believe he will make a admirable stallion."
"Do I have any say in this lady,"I enquired.
"No you do not, your task is to infuse my daughter in law,"Lady Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no objection ?"
I looked at Lady Jane, a vision of lovliness as she looked at me and looked away embarrassed.
"Er, well she does appear a little young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.
"trade good Almighty, she's been married for two years and fucked lord knows how many times."Lady Margaret snapped.
"Thirty seven,"dame Jane confirmed.
"Hanson would have exceeded that in a fortnight,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a horrific disappointment Hanson, his father was a windy dullard but he could be persuaded to do. I do confess I am at my mental capacity end over this son and inheritor business."
"Then I shall do my duty Madam,"I agreed.
"No tenderness, no consideration, no love, simply tincture her like a pig serving his cow,"Lady Margaret insisted,"I shall of course supervise."
"Are you content with this My noblewoman ?"I enquired of gentlewoman 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, propagate your legs so Hanson may instill you."madam Margaret ordered,"Trousers off Hanson."
I responded with smartness, I shed my horseshoe and trousers, socks and underpants and my crown and would have been naked but for gentlewoman Margaret's cry to desist."Enough !"she cried.
Lady Jane was lying on the bed, her stifle 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 erect, rearing indeed. The Lady Margaret grasped my phallus from behind me, reaching through my legs and aiming it at the new cleaning woman's quim.
My member brushed her quim but it was unyielding, the poor girl was not in the least shake up, and no wonder.
"A moment My Lady,"I requested and I raised myself up and slid down the bed.
I kissed her inner thigh, she gasped and so I slowly butt against my kiss upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Henry has never done that !"
I kissed her pitcher and then parted her modest lips with my fingerbreadth and ran my knife around the moist groove between.
"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.
She was ready so I swiftly slid up the bed again and Lady Margaret guided my member into Jane's now hot and bequeath quim.
"Oh Hanson, that is divine, snog me !"she pleaded.
"No acquaintance !"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 !"
"still my angel,"I said quietly and I silenced her with a buss on her lips.
"No, I forbid it. Absolutely. Desist I say !"dame Margaret demanded and she grabbed the horse whip from its leather leap case and slashed me across the buttocks.
I flinched.
"Oh yessss !"gentlewoman Jane gasped as I thrust even more firmly.
"Oh just be done !"dame Margaret insisted in resignation,"Just be done."
Jane was smiling up at me, her optic shining,"Ohhh that is sooo prissy,"she sighed,"You must establish Henry some lessons !"
"Don't be ridiculous !"Lady Margaret snapped,"Oh ending can't you !"
"Yes brothel keeper,"I agreed for my glob were churning and a solid jet of cum erupted from my shaft making Jane pant 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 warmheartedness !"
"Madam is simply envious,"I explained.
"Don't be so impertinent !"Lady Margaret snapped though she blushed crimson as she said it,"And put your trousers 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 ladies as I returned to the downstairs.
"You been fucking the old bitch again ?"Bessie asked.
"No, the vernal one,"I said,"The old bitch sort of monitor !"
"Oh,"Bessie sighed,"That's why you got lipstick on your cheek."
I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.
The bedroom toll rang,"Oh shucks and blast,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"
She went away and returned a few second later,"They wants tea and biscuits in the chamber !"she snapped."That misfire Jane has a smile like a Cheshire cat, what the hell you done to her Hanson ?"
"Ah well come to my way later and I'll show you !"I laughed.
As it happened I spent the full dark alone, no ma'am, 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 career as a gigolo Mr Hanson !"she taunted me after tiffin as I followed her along the upstairs corridor.
I lifted her skirt and tucked my pollex in the waistcloth of her pantaloons and pulled them to her knees.
"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.
"Madam ?"I queried as I thrust my deal between her thighs and rubbed my ovolo against her quim.
"Mr Hanson please !"she protested but it was a hollow protestation. She let her underthings fall and stepped decorously out of them,"woof them up !"she ordered.
"In due trend gentlewoman,"I replied and I put my costless arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.
"stop !"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."
"Well certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her body had other ideas. 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 pollex still inside her. She opened the doorway, I closed and bolted it.
"Hanson, what has come over you ?"she hissed.
"I don't really get laid,"I explained,"But you do seem a much nicer soul 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 familiarity remember."
"Really ?"I queried and I kissed her neck.
"Absolutely,"she insisted,"Don't venture Hanson, you have no more regard 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 fellow member sprang barren, tight and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to unwrap her knocker,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my workforce 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 cook I feel it is prison term to ejaculate !"
I shot my burden inside her. A XII spurts may be Thomas More, each feeble 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 pluck my underclothing down on a whim."
"Then don't wearing underwear Madam,"I suggested quite reasonably.
"That is quite enough, don't be so impertinent !"she said but she smiled .