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If you are underage in the part of the world where you happen to be,
leave now. This is intended to be a semi-humorous story. Obviously, no
part of it is true.

If you like heavy-handed and explicit descriptions of sex acts, you
may not like this story.  I have attempted to include a plot. If you
are still here, read on and, hopefully, enjoy.



THE BUTLER (1/3) [MF, INC, CON]



Lady Bishop paused again as she reviewed the household accounts.  By
all appearances the new butler was doing an excellent job.  No, it was
more than that.  Everyone was eating better but the expenses over the
last five months had continued to go to a 27% savings since the old
butler had left. The new one was entirely too young for the position
of responsiblity he held but he had been highly recommended by an old
friend of her late husband. He said the butler knew household
management forwards and backwards.  She wasn't sure what that meant as
she had always left everything up to the staff. James, the butler, as
she well knew, was a lot more than he at first seemed. 

She still felt a little uneasy about the situation of having so young
a butler.  She had even heard a little loose talk in the villege.
Nothing specific mind you but a few remarks about why she had allowed
so young a man in the house.  She was also noticing how happy the
maids, cooks and other casual staff were since James arrived. The
situation certainly needed watching.  But there was no visual evidence
of slacking off. To the contrary, the house had never been cleaner or
the service and food better.

She had even felt a change in her own personal attitude towards life.
The frustration she had felt building up since her husband had gotten
sick years ago seemed to have receded. Her personal maid had not been
replaced when she left three months ago.  Since her coiffure had been
simplified, and the staff was getting so efficient, she didn't think
one would be needed. The butler unobtrusively collected the clothes
that needed cleaning and made sure that her bath was drawn nightly.
Breakfast was always ready when she arrived in the morning and the
least hint by her about what she wanted served or the number of guests
she wanted to entertain on a given date just seemed to be taken care
of.

Glancing again at the increditible savings in the accounts, she
thought maybe she would have her favorite neice over to stay with her
for awhile. At 50, she was beginning to feel her age.  Being around
someone younger may just make her feel younger too.

* * * * * *

James really wasn't his name but what the hell.  Everyone thought
that's what a butlers name ought to be.  He really didn't mind, it was
easier this way.  Household management had always been a snap to him.
Probably because he had learned every trick in the book from his
butler father.  James had been left a hell of a lot of money by his
father when he died unexpectedly last year.  And, James knew where
every cent came from. Every butler or household manager did the same.
There was no retirement funds for household workers.  You either took
care of your self during your working life or it wasn't there when you
quit or retired. James had laughed his head off the first time he had
seen the household accounts. The last butler was far too greedy and
let half the merchants in the villege cheat him.  James simply
stripped out most of the fat.  And, incidently, increased the quality
of the food.

But it hadn't been easy straightening out the staff.  James' biggest
problem was that he was a very sexually oriented person.  He could
handle any amount of sexual activity with ease.  He had just been born
that way.  Well hung and insatiable was what his father had called
him.  Ol' Daddy used to say, 'Keep the staff well fucked and the
morale will stay high.' James had spent a lot of time with Dad perking
up the staff where he had been raised.

During his first week in the new job he had singled out the one most
susceptible to his advances. A quick but thoroughly conducted fuck in
the butlers pantry converted her into his willing accomplice. Her job
then was to setup the others with subtle but direct hints about the
longivity of there jobs if they didn't fall into line.  Since James
was young and good-looking, they quickly all fell into place but one.
However, when he had first seen the Ladys' personal maid he had
figured her for a lesbian or at least a latent one.  He was able to
get rid of her in less than two months.

With everything in place he was content with his life.  It was still
hard work though. He had had to pick up the slack left by the loss of
the personal maid.  This had caused some unexpected personal problems
for himself.  Lady Bishop was a leaker. The first morning after the
personal maid had left, James had picked up the Ladys underclothing to
take to the laundry room.  The whole crotch area of her panties was
still damp from the previous day. His first thought was incontinence
but when he sniffed them he knew better. To do this to her panties she
must be in a continual state of arousal. And, worse for him  was the
light delicate aroma that gave him an instant raging hardon with the
smallest sniff.  He had never been affected like that before by any
other woman.  And this was an older woman at that.  The upstairs maid
didn't seem to notice the smell in her bedroom so he thought it must
be just him. Of course, his picking up the panties every morning put
him a lot closer to the source of the delicious smell.

James started to be more observant whenever he was in the same room
with Lady Bishop. He soon noticed that she moved around a lot on
whatever chair she was sitting on. Once he had come into the parlor
without her being aware of it so he had watched her closely. Her eyes
had been closed and he could see and hear the delicate little puffs of
breaths as she gently moved on the chair seat. Suddenly, she had
gasped, shuddered, and sagged into the chair. This woman must have
masturbation down to a science to get off so easy.  No wonder she was
always wet.

* * * * * * *

The maid staff used to consider Laundry room duty a real chore. Since
the new butler had arrived the duty had sure improved.  Getting a good
hard fucking was easy whenever you did the laundry anymore.  James
always looked wild-eyed whenever he dropped off Lady Bishops' clothes
in the morning.  It was getting to be somewhat of a staff joke. He'd
drop her Ladyships clothes on the heap, grab whichever wench had the
duty, throw her on top of the pile, drop his pants and fuck the
bejesus out of her.  It was getting to be preferred duty.

* * * * * * *

This evening James was surprised by the Ladys' request for another
drink before dinner. He brought an extra strong one in as usual then
left. After dinner she had her usual sherry but again surprised James
when she rang for another. And then a third.  The rest of the staff
had all retired for the evening leaving only James to take care of the
Ladys' requirements. James waited in the butlers pantry to see if she
needed anything else.  When she went to bed, he would retire and pick
whichever member of the staff he felt like having for the evening.  He
waited and waited. Finally, he slipped into the parlor to ask if she
needed anything else. Sometimes subtle hints were required to let them
know that the staff was forced to stay up with them.

Lady Bishop was rolled over on the couch snoring softly. He saw that
She had apparently had one sherry too many.  He immediately thought of
awakening one of the female staff to assist her in going to bed but
then dismissed the thought.  He was probably the only one still awake
in the house.  He picked her up in his arms gently and carried her up
the stairs to her room.  All the way up he could smell her. He laid
her down on the bed.  The dress she was wearing was high necked so he
couldn't leave her with it buttoned up like that. Her face looked
perfectly peaceful and her hair was spread out prettily on her pillow.
Damn nice looking for fifty he thought. He thought he would go ahead
and take off at least the dress.  She would think one of the maids had
removed it. The thing had twenty buttons if it had one, and they were
all small.  He couldn't help brushing his nuckles and palms against
her breasts as he unbuttoned it.   She had small breasts but they
still felt firm for her age.  He worked the dress down out from under
her with difficulty.  He mad more difficulty getting the waist part
over the gentle flair of her hips. The tugging caused the slip to pull
down a little exposing the upper part of her panties and some white
skin.

Finally the dress was off.  Get out now he told himself. Well, maybe
after one quick peek. He gently rolled her over and unlaced the
foundation garment that supported her busom and restricted her waist.
After that was off there was a whole lot left to go.  The upper part
slipped easily over her head exposing her breasts to his view. They
stood up quite well considering her age.  They were milk white with
the most delicate pink nipples.  He looked at her face.  She was
completely out. He leaned over and licked one of the nipples. It
immediately hardened so he licked the other one.  It too responded.
Sucking just seemed to come natural to the situation. He alternated
between the two and noticed her breath was starting to come in small
puffs. He thought he had better quit this before she woke up. The slip
came off readily half dragging the panties with it. The panties were
damp half way to the top but the very bottom of the crotch area was
really wet.  And the smell. It was intoxicating.   He had had a hardon
since he had first smelled her when carrying her up the stairs. Now it
was a raging hardon that he could no longer ignore.

James visually surveyed what had to be the most beautiful mons he had
ever seen.  He know the smell was probably affecting his judgement but
he no longer cared.   He slid her legs apart to see the source of the
wonderful smell.  She had had no children and the lips, clitorus and
vagina opening were like a small girls. The sparse mousey brown hair
matched her regular hair but hid nothing.  James glanced again at her
face. So pretty, he thought.  He opened her legs slowly and looked at
the glisening wetness. He couldn't resist anymore. He moved his mouth
closer and gently sucked and licked up the moisture. Circling the
clitorus with his tongue increased the puffing of her breath.  It only
incouraged him to more irresponsible activity.  He let his tongue go
where it wanted and that was everywhere. His face was completely wet
and he still couldn't get enough of it.  He wants to possess it in
every way.  She shuddered and sighed.  He couldn't wait any longer.
Never had he seen any woman who was this well lubricated and ready. He
couldn't suck it up fast enough. With difficulty he got his pants down
over his huge hardon.  He wanted this woman more than he had ever
wanted any of them.  He Placed himself at the opening of her vagina
and slid forward seeking the bottom and complete immersion in the
incredibly hot interior.  He had barely started when he was stopped
and then suddenly he was passed an obstruction. It couldn't be. No,
impossible.  The thought left his mind as he reached the bottom of the
firey pit. Even young pussy couldn't feel this good.  The feeling was
unlike anything he had ever experienced.  All impulses to hurry to
completion left him. This time he wanted to feel all of it, forever if
he could last that long. He stopped all movement, luxuriating in the
feeling and smell.  He started slowly sucking her breasts. He kept
himself propped up on his elbows so that his contact was limited and
unobtrusive on her body. He was in heaven. 

He waited as long as he could before he started the slow movements
that would inevitably lead to the frantic end. Incredibly, she was
still out there in dreamland.  For what seemed like forever and no
time at all he completely satisfied them both.  She would be satisfied
with this dream, he thought. James finally withdrew and cleaned her up
lovingly. He covered her and made his way to his quarters.  The
realization of what he had just done hadn't struck yet. 

* * * * * * * 

Something was very, very wrong. She knew she had overdrank, but she
had done that on occasion before.  No, this was different. She felt
soreness where she had never felt it before.  There was also a
deliciousness in the languor she felt this morning.  She had sleep
like the dead and every muscle but her heart was limp. She knew she
was alive, but barely.  With great effort she touched her breasts.
They felt different, somehow.  Then she touched between her legs and
for the first time realized that she had no clothes on.  She never
slept naked.  Between her legs she was dry.  She couldn't remember the
last time she had ever touched herself and been dry. No, something
different had happened last night and she was determined to find out
what it was.

After breakfast she asked the cook to bring in all the staff members.
"Which one of you helped me into bed last night?", she asked.  They
all looked at each other and shrugged. She thanked them and dismissed
them.  From the evidence, she thought, James may have done something
to me last night. We'll see.

Four days later she over drank again, the same amount.  When James
came in with the third sherry, she thanked him with a slurred voice.
As soon as he left, she poured the drink in the same place the others
had gone; a potted plant. The first drink before dinner and the first
sherry after she drank.  The rest were contributing to the demise of a
perfectly good house plant.  She was on new ground with this kind of
behavior.  But she had to know for sure before she could act.  She lay
sideways on the couch and to her surprise she actually went to sleep
for half-an-hour. When she felt herself being lifted, it was all she
could do to stay limp as a drunk. Fifteen minutes later James had her
in bed and completely stripped of clothing. Complete concentration was
the only thing holding her together now.  She really wasn't sure what
was going to happen next; maybe nothing.  In which case she didn't
know what to do. With eyes closed and as limp as possible, she waited
and waited and waited.  She could hear him quietly sniffing and at one
point he had opened her legs a little wider.  She needed to catch him
red-handed or he could come up with a plausible explanation.

Suddenly a hot mouth was pressed into her crotch and a very active
tongue was laving her secret parts. Her breath started coming in puffs
but she couldn't help that at all. Just stay limp she kept telling
herself. The tongue was burrowing into her vagina relentlessly. For
one fleeting second she thought of accosting with the obvious
evidence. Then she thought maybe she should wait until she was sure he
was finished. He was now alternating rapidly between her clitorus and
her pussy with frightening results. Her breaths were coming in gasps.
Then with no control left she climaxed violently. At last the mouth
was removed, but before she could open her eyes something huge was
inserted deeply into her. She started to gasp out loud as her mouth
was covered by his.   Fortunately, she had the presence of mine to
stay limp and breath through her nose. But she was puffing again;
beyond her own control.  The mouth was gone and was now assaulting her
breasts. The assault on her was relentless and kept on unabated.  Oh,
the long slides in was as nothing she had ever felt before. And on the
slides out she immediately started to miss the fullness.  Everything
was starting to take its toll.  Her puffing breaths were totally
beyond her control and she was starting to add little shreeks to the
end of each one.  His cock was in continuous motion building to a
thundering climax.  It came and she would have screamed if it weren't
for the open mouth that claimed hers. As it was, a huge breath passed
from her into him as she feinted. 

Tonight, he hadn't had near the control as he had before.  He had
lusted after a repeat performance and the four days wait had seemed a
lifetime. He had just cleaned her up and covered her when he realized
how different it had been tonight versus before. But it may have just
been because he had kissed her this time. Maybe it just seemed
different. Different, but just as wonderful. Would she let him stay if
she knew? He wondered but was afraid to risk.  He would rather wait
for these interludes than risk a permanent separation. She was, after
all, nearly twice his age and may not want him. If only he could have
known her when she were younger. She must have been extremely
hot-blooded.

She roused herself from deep in slumber and suddenly remembered. She
had been determined to find out what he had done to her and now she
knew. Maybe next time she would have the moral resolve to accost and
fire this butler. She truly hoped she would have a lot of chances.
Slipping back into sleep, she couldn't resist a giggle.


The End of Part 1 of 3.  

 




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