It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room threshold in my smart Samuel Butler's uniform Negro coat, and grayness waistcoat and disastrous trousers with a single stripe awaiting instruction.

My employer, or at least, my employer's female parent the dowager peeress H, was her usual disagreeable ego.

The Dowager or Lady Margaret. She must accept been in her 40 though she would have got passed for sixty with simpleness in her Dowding black widows dress. She was still in mourning for her late husband who had departed this mortal volute some two long time since. A felicitous release the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

"Hanson, tell me,"she said in her Lake Superior vocalism,"What do you do for entertainment on your day off."

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

"You don't have some little woman hidden away then ?"she probed.

I was thoroughly fed up with being a butler. Ten years I served in the Devon and somersaulting Yeomanry rising to color sergeant-at-law. Yet when the public security came a butler was the solitary post I could secure.

"No Madam."I replied.

"A boy then,"she taunted mischievously,"I knew it, a sod !"

"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 Madam, after my rest home visit I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his lordship's favourite working girl. I have her frock all in bootleg as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a buck whip like his lordship did cheering, ‘ Take that Margaret you bitch ! before throwing her upon the bed and fucking her up her backside."

"Ah ha, I knew you were a bugger, it is in the eye !"she said delightedly."You're lying of course. 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 slash me with a horse whip and sodomise me ?"she asked.

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to whip me with a horse 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 spot but she was actually laughing.

His Lordship and his young wife Lady Jane returned in prison term for dinner party so I had to be on duty in the dining room.

They ate the grand meal with all the decorousness of pig at a trough, and drank the fine wine-colored as if it were lemon tree cordial.

"I say,"peeress Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much Gallic wine,"It would look that Hanson here has a passion for whipping poor unsuspecting chick with a sawhorse whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a reliable source tells me he likes to have some green slovenly woman dress in mourning black and then he whips and sodomises them."

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

"I should thrash her within an ounce of her life history given a half fortune my Lord,"I explained.

"Capital, capital !"Divine H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no mistake. Thrash mommy. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

"Time for the porthole I think,"Lord H laughed,"Well, well, well, what a thought momma horse whipped by the servant !"

"Geoffrey, please !"Lady Jane chided. Poor ma'am Jane. Barely twenty two. Married two years and still childless. Cook said it was because Lord H was impotent though how she knew was unclear.

The meal finished and the home retired. I took my supper with James Cook and the maidservant downstairs.

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

N returned for a few sidereal day until both Jehovah H and Lady Jane went hunting.

I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's sleeping room bell rang. Bessie the amah 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.

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

She handed me a smarting leather bound case, unusually long and thin."Open it then."she ordered.

I opened the subject. It contained a somewhat victimized cavalry whip.

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my pipe dream,"I admitted.

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

"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.

"bolt the door and drop your pant I shall not tell you again,"she repeated.

"Yes Madam, certainly ma'am,"I replied and I slid the door bolt along and returned to stand before her as she sat on the bed fully dressed I might add.

"trouser down Hanson,"she ordered,"I need to audit 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 Madam,"I agreed. I had a problem. My member like a tent terminal, making a tent of my underpants.

Carefully I eased them down.

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

"Madam,"I agreed. She reached out and reach my shaft. 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 finger,"Not bad,"she agreed,"You will do."

She lay back across the all-inclusive stunt woman bed. She pulled up her chick and I saw she wore no underwear what so ever. Just a gallus belt and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."piece of tail me Hanson, take in your wages for once,"she ordered.

"Of course dame,"I replied and I swiftly undid my Black person patent leather indoor shoes and pulled my trousers underpants and socks off to support before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his wind cone off,"she laughed as she lay with her genu raised and parted,"Such condition. 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, dampish, hot, yielding. My phallus glided in like a knife through hot butter.

It was so farsighted since I last had a woman. My member revelled in his utilization. Pleasant genius raced through my consciousness. She moaned. I kissed her.

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

"Sorry dame,"I apologised,"Shall I fuck you tenderly or shall I use you like a woman of the street ?"

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

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

"Not quite what I had in intellect,"she laughed,"I would favour less talking and more effort."

No kissing, no talking, it was like using an Army cathouse again except I did not suffer my army issue preventive sheath.

Suddenly the passion built to a crescendo, the volcano was about to break open,"ma'am,"I said urgently,"I think I had better."

But she grasped my buttocks,"Yes !"she said,"Release satisfy me, flood me make me feel like a cleaning lady again."

I had no answer the floodgates were well and truly open and my dick was pumping like a ardor 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.

"lady ?"I queried.

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

gentlewoman Margaret sat with her bird raised and knees spread waiting for the maid to pass over 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 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 shocked surprise.

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

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

"A very gooselike girl more probably,"Lady H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your oeuvre is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to keep the humble rules of order in their spot or lord knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the following day madam Margaret was her usual disagreeable self but then Lord H went to John Griffith Chaney alone and arranged to expend the nighttime at his club.

Lady 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 sleeping room and then Bessie returned with the subject matter that I was required.

I knocked politely."Come in,"Lady Margaret ordered."Bolt the threshold there's a unspoilt chap."

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

ma'am Margaret wasted no time"Ah Hanson, I do believe we are in need of your particular attribute. My son being a somewhat debile and under the weather individual has thus far singularly failed to furnish earnest Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some plethora within society."

"Indeed ma'am ?"I replied.

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

"Not immediately madam,"I admitted.

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

"You make him vocalize like a prise copper,"Lady Jane teased.

"Bronze prize perhaps,"she suggested."But Sir Thomas More a stallion to the house's brood mare."

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

"Rather less I fear,"Lady Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has staunch haunches, good lungs, estimable temperament and a impudent head and has feature not dissimilar to my son's so I believe he will defecate a admirable stallion."

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

"No you do not, your task is to saturate my daughter in law,"Lady Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no objection ?"

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

"Er, well she does look a little Pres Young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

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

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would have exceeded that in a fortnight,"peeress Margaret sighed,"My son is a frightful letdown Hanson, his founding father was a boring gauge but he could be persuaded to perform. I do confess I am at my wits end over this son and heir business."

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

"No softheartedness, no circumstance, no erotic love, simply instill her like a bull serving his cow,"Lady Margaret insisted,"I shall of course supervise."

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

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

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

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

I responded with briskness, I shed my skid and trouser, socks and underpants and my crownwork and would have been naked but for Lady Margaret's cry to desist."Enough !"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 obligation Hanson,"Lady Margaret urged.

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

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

"A import My Lady,"I requested and I raised myself up and slid down the bed.

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

I kissed her hillock 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 set so I swiftly slid up the bed again and Lady Margaret guided my member into Jane's now hot and willing quim.

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

"No familiarity !"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 backer,"I said quietly and I silenced her with a kiss on her lips.

"No, I forbid it. Absolutely. Desist I say !"Lady Margaret demanded and she grabbed the horse cavalry lash from its leather limit case 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 eyes shining,"Ohhh that is sooo nice,"she sighed,"You must give H some example !"

"Don't be cockeyed !"lady Margaret snapped,"Oh finish can't you !"

"Yes Madam,"I agreed for my balls were churning and a solidness jet of cum erupted from my shaft 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 one-half,"Lady Margaret retorted,"I told you no tenderheartedness !"

"Madam is simply jealous,"I explained.

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

"Certainly dame,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to find my pant 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 supervised !"

"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 blast,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

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

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

As it happened I spent the integral night alone, no gentlewoman, no Bessie.

The next sunrise Lady Margaret was perhaps even more obnoxious than usual. She belittled and tormented me incessantly,"I do believe you have missed your calling 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 thumbs in the waistband of her Pantaloon and pulled them to her knees.

"Mr Hanson !"she gasped.

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

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

"In due row gentlewoman,"I replied and I put my gratuitous arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.

"check !"she hissed, as I caressed her left breast. Her mammilla stirred.

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

"fountainhead certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her body had early thought. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my thumb edged slowly privileged her.

"Here in the corridor or in your bed elbow room, you choose,"I invited.

"Bedroom !"she whispered,"Be quiet."

We shuffled towards her sleeping accommodation 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 get it on,"I explained,"But you do appear a much nicer soul when you have been fucked !"

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

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

"Absolutely,"she insisted,"Don't make believe 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 smash and dropped my trouser with the other.

My member sprang unloosen, pixilated and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now dampish vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to unwrap her knocker,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my hands 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 lady is make I feel it is time to ejaculate !"

I shot my onus inside her. A dozen spurts may be more, each infirm than the one before until I was drained.

"Thank you Hanson, that was most agreeable,"she conceded as we separated a few bit later,"But really you can not just pull my underwear down on a whim."

"Then don't clothing underclothing brothel keeper,"I suggested quite reasonably.

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