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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 (2/3) [MF]
							      Ladys
Bishop and Dorran were just finishing dinner when the serving maid
whispered to Lady Bishop that James had just this minute returned in
the coach and would be in the kitchen momentarily. "Do not, Emily,
tell James that we have company. It's to be a surprise. Just tell him
to bring in the sherry service after he washs up." When Emily left the
Ladies retired to the sitting room. "I want your opinion of him
without his seeing you. Stay in the shadows and let me know what you
think after he leaves."

In a few minutes James brought in the tray with the sherry bottle and
assorted glasses.  After pouring her Ladyship a glass, he reached into
pocket and handed her an envelope.  "You'll be pleased to know, my
Lady, that the local jeweler rather under-estimated the value of your
broach by 2000 pounds. They were quite impressed with it in London.
I'm only sorry you had to let it go."  

"Thank you, James. I appreciate your efforts."

"Your very welcome, Madam. Will that be all?"

"I may want more sherry later."

"Yes, My Lady. I'll be close-by."

"Well, what did you think?  Isn't he a marvelous looking young man.
And you see, he is honest. Oh, I just wish I could marry him."

"It's bad enough contemplating a relationship with the hired help,
much less marriage.  And he is, as you mentioned, a certified rapist
and pervert."

"I never really said pervert, my dear, but I'm so inexperienced at
this sort of thing that I don't know what it is that he is supposed to
be doing to me. Please sit with me and have some more sherry.  I'll
tell you everything he's ever done to me and then I'll tell you the
things I liked the most.  Since you were married for an few years and
widowed, you'll know whether I've been short-changed or not. After the
first time, I suspected  .  .  .  .  .

After a rather long-winded explanation of his actions and being as
explicit as she could make it considering her inexperience, she looked
to her neice for her opinion.

Lady Dorran had married later than most women in her class. None of
the men looked like anything but fops in their expensive clothes.
Finally, since she was an extremely beautiful woman, she had ended up
advantageously married to a man considered by his peers to be somewhat
of a rake. How he had gotten a reputation of any kind she had never
quite figured out.  He was a complete dud on their honeymoon and he
hadn't improved much with time.  But he certainly had tried everything
he could think of.  When he had died, she was sad but that was about
all.  The last thing she wanted was to find herself married to another
man like the last one.

She had been going through the seemingly endless society party circuit
in London when she had gotten a letter from her aunt, Lady Bishop,
suggesting a visit. She went gladly hoping for something novel. The
first evening at her home she was rather excitedly told that she was
having an affair of sorts with the butler of all people.  If that
wasn't bad enough, she then was told that he had taken off to London
with her broach valued at over 8000 pounds. Gone forever was the first
thought that came to mind.  

Now she was sitting on a couch and had just heard her first
pornographic depiction of utter depravity. Her heart was beating so
hard she knew it must be audible in the servants quarters. Her breath
was shallow and fast. Her face was flushed and the seat of her dress
had to be wet clear through. That dirty pervert had been doing things
to her aunt on a routine basis that she hadn't even been able to
imagine.  But she certainly had a complete mental picture of it now.
She was certain she would never be able to get a restful nights sleep
in this house knowing he was on the loose. 
 Lady Dorran studdered a little and her hand trembled as she reached
for her third glass of sherry. "Well, he does seem to have a varied
approach to sex and it's good for you that you seemed to enjoy most of
it.  Some of the things are a little hard to imagine.  I know this may
seem strange to you but do you think it might be possible for me to
witness one of these frequent rapes. Then if you ever need to take him
to court I could honestly be a witness against him."

"That does seem strange but I don't see why not if you're curious.  I
do have to warn you though that he has added something new every time
and I have no way of knowing what it may be. I do have to let him do
whatever he wants without appearing to wake up so he won't know that I
am actually awake. I hope for your sake that you won't find it too
offensive.  And by all means don't let him know you are in the
closet."

Lady Dorran coughed delicately and added, "When do you think would be
a good time?"

"Tonight if you like. There is enough sherry missing to justify my
passing out on the couch. All you need do is wait upstairs and hide.
It always happens in my bed."

* * * * * * *

James had had a tough four days in London.  He must have taken the
broach to at least twenty different jewelers to get the best price for
it. Of course, he too had made a little on that transaction. Never the
less, she would have let it go for 8500 had it not been for him. 

It was good to be back and he was looking forward to his next
interlude with the Lady.  He had missed her.  He just wished there was
some way they could get passed the fake part of their relationship.
The first night she had definitely passed out, the second was
doubtful. After that there was no doubt but that she was awake and
eager each time.  The only purpose served now was that she would go
through the routine only when she really wanted it to happen.
Fortunately for him it was fairly often.  He preferred her to all the
others in the household.

Of course Emily told him immediately about the niece when he returned
and said he wasn't supposed to know.  He had seen her out of the
corner of his eye in the sitting room. About his age and extremely
nice looking.  Emily had told him all the gossip about her. Wealthy
and widowed. A very nice combination. Fortunately, thanks to dad and
his own prudent profit shaving he was also wealthy.  He even had a
working farm in the north of England that he owned outright.  Made
good money on it too, with tenant farmers. But he was really looking
for a good wife who could share the good life with him when he
retired, hopefully soon.  Butler's jobs had no guaranteed retirement
which is of course why they all took care of themselves by stealing a
little.  The good ones like himself, he liked to think, took care of
the house first and the take represented the extra work required to do
an excellent job and save your employer money.  Not that he really
planned to retire in the rich sense.  He still would manage his own
investments when he quit.

He was hoping to set himself up on his farm and maybe attract a woman
with a decent dowry.  By then, of course, he would conveniently forget
to mention he had ever been a butler.   Unfortunately, most of the
common folk didn't have 10 pounds for a dowry.  Of course, the really
rich wouldn't be interested in someone in trade or business.  Farming
was definitely considered beneath the titled classes.  But on the
other hand, as a butler he was used to being totally ignored.

James took a quick look into the sitting room and noticed Lady Bishop
apparently passed out on the couch.  The neice was nowhere in site.
So, it was on for tonight. He was ready.         
  
* * * * * * *

She had actually had the foresight, and the time, fortunately, to drag
a comfortable chair into the closet. Then, realizing what a rare
opportunity this may be, she turned up the gas lights on both sides of
the bed.  She tested the angle and decided there would be nothing that
could escape her attention.

She heard the steady tread as the butler gently pushed open the door
and settled her aunt onto the bed. He didn't waste a lot of time with
her clothing but he did fold them neatly and lay them aside. She was
surprised that Lady Bishop still had a very attractive body.  Then
things got interesting. James didn't spend a lot of time with his
clothing either.  He seemed to be in a hurry to start. When he pulled
down his shorts Lady Dorran barely stopped herself from gasping out
loud. His cock appeared to be twice the size of her own hand and it
wasn't even hard yet. Once he got started though he took his time and
he appeared he was extremely gentle so as not to rouse the victim of
his attack. He ran his fingers and palms of his hands over her breasts
and kissed and sucked each nipple until they were hard and pointed.
His hands caressed her stomach and hips as he lowered himself to a
position between her legs. Lifting her legs at the knees he positioned
her for easy entry. At this point, the surprises started. Instead of
entering her he slid down and applied his mouth to her pubic area.  He
vigorously licked and sucked her clitorus and repeatedly stopped to
throughly lick up the excess liquid between the lips. Lady Dorran
barely had time to take her eyes off what he was doing but finally got
an opportunity to observe her aunts demeanor. Christ! He had to know
she was awake and aware of what was going on. Her nipples were aroused
and hard, her chest was heaving with her gasping breaths and she was
puffing like a steam engine. Her hands had a death-like grip on the
bed covering and even her eyes were wide open. 

She now noticed that James had raised her legs even higher and was
slipping a pillow under her ass.  Oh My! He now was licking and
kissing her puckered anus while spreading the cheeks with his fingers.
She saw that Lady Bishop was wiggling and clinching her her toes in
time with the action on her anus. The juice was running down from her
vagina to her anus and it looked like he was pushing the juice into
her anus with his tongue. Unconsciously, Lady Dorran started to wiggle
back and forth on her chair.  When James had her lubricated to his
satisfaction he moved up and placed the head of his huge fully erect
cock to the entrance of her anus and gently pushed. At first, nothing
happened.  Lady Dorran was seriously considering charging out of the
closet to save her aunt when James' cock started to slowly enter Lady
Bishop. A quick look at her face showed that her eyes and mouth were
both open but she couldn't hear any noise at all. Finally the huge
cock was completely buried and James was once more licking and sucking
her breasts. For several minutes the action was only his mouth.  Then
he started the slow withdrawal from her anus. When almost fully
withdrawn he stopped to smear some more of her juice on himself and
more rapidly sank back into her.  The pace picked up.  James gathered
Lady Bishops body to his tightly as he wildly plumbed her depths. She
could see the Ladys face next to his. Ecstacy was the only word that
came close to fitting her facial expression. Several minutes later
both of their bodies were spasming as they climaxed together. James
slowly withdrew and walked to the bathroom. In a few minutes he
returned with a cloth and proceeded to gently and thoroughly clean up
the Lady. Lady Dorran thought he was finished and was surprised when
he again laid down beside her. She was still leaking heavily and he
fingered her slit.

When his hand was covered with her juice he positioned his fingers at
the entrance of her vagina and slowly pushed in two fingers first,
then three, and then the whole hand sank slowly to the wrist. The
Lady, whose breath had previously slowed, now started to speed up
again. He pushed slowly and his hand entered her until he had half his
forearm inside.  The pace started to pick up as his hand and arm slid
in and out of her. The Ladys breathing was now getting ragged with
excitement and her chest was heaving wildly. Suddenly she reached down
and grabbed her knees to spread her legs further and cried out,
shaking her head wildly from side to side on the pillow.

Finally, it was over and Lady Dorran was totally exhausted and soaking
wet from head to toe.  And it wasn't all sweat. She was still trying
to catch her own breath and couldn't even imagine how Lady Bishop had
lived through it. She waited silently for James to leave so she could
stagger to her own room and sort out her feelings.

James had thoroughly enjoyed himself as he usually did. She had
definitely made more noise tonight than she usually did.  Some day she
was going to guess that he knew she was awake.  Maybe she really did
want to keep the allusion intact.  Maybe the idea of rape had an extra
appeal to it for her. But he felt that it should be left to her since
he had started it. He gently dried the sweat from her forehead and
tucked her in for the night. As he turned and started to leave he
heard a small noise from the closet.  At first he was startled.
Quickly, he moved to the door and slid it open.  Instantly, he wished
he hadn't. Sitting on a chair was the most beautiful half- dressed and
bedraggled-looking woman he had ever seen. And the subtle but obvious
smell coming from the closet was overwhelming. The two women must be
virtual twins in sexual aroma. Of course it had to be the niece and
and the Lady he had just comforted had to have known she would be
there. The neice had her mouth open in shock and seemed about to say
something totally inadequate. Since he would rather not hear what she
would rather not say, he simply closed the door again. Walking down
the hall towards his quarters he had a fleeting thought of packing and
leaving in the middle of the night.   He dismissed that in favor of
the interesting tomorrow he was bound to have, if not enjoy.


THE END OF PART 2 OF 3




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