Message-ID: <7424eli$9803312038@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: rascal <lacsar@poboxes.com> Subject: THE BUTLER (3/3) [MF] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: lacsar@poboxes.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="BUTLER3.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="BUTLER3.TXT" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <35214572.135C@poboxes.com> 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 (3/3) [MF] Dolly (Lady Bishop) was having another cup of breakfast tea in the sitting room with Denise(Lady Dorran) the next morning. Neither had mentioned the previous evening, yet. Denise really had not slept well at all but Dolly had slept the sleep of the exhausted. "When your father died I became the matriarch of the family. As a result I've been concerned about all the family members. This is confession time so please listen very carefully to what I have to say. I had hoped that my husband and I would have had children. But to put a kind face on it, I believe my husband preferred young boys. I can't be sure, of course, as I never checked on his London activities. But, our marriage was never consummated. I shutter when I think that I could have lived out my life without ever experiencing real sex. In a lot of ways, hiring James has been the best thing that I ever did. That is a related story which I will get to in a moment. "I decided about a year ago that you are the last, best hope for continuing the heritage and traditions of this family line. Unfortunately, your first choice of a husband lacked the strengh of character I had rather hoped for. So I have been looking around for someone for you. Consequently, when I went out looking for an outcross to strengthen our family line I excluded no one. As it worked out, I eliminated the silly fops and wimps of our class that are available. Next, I looked at the mercantile class. There seemed to be little hope based on what was available. At the same time I was forced to address the problem of replacing my butler, who decided to retire. As a result of the search to replace him I happened upon a fantastic find. I found a member of the so-called poor working class who had everything I was looking for to strengthen our line. Close your mouth, Dear. Of course I'm talking about James, my butler. He inherited a lot of money from his father, he doubled it and at the same time exhibited extraordinary talent for organizing and optimizing his opportunities. I hired him to be the manager of my household and as my butler so I could observe him. Incidentally, I had him investigated by a prominent firm in London. Wherever he has worked, he has reduced the overall expenses of the household. And, I might mention, he has extracted a percentage of the reduction. I would not have expected less nor respected him if he hadn't. "In other words, everyone benefited from his expertise, including himself. He has a large, well paying farm in the north of England and, according to the investigators, is the picture of efficiency. He is attractive, intelligent, articulate, and as you have recently witnessed both sexually endowed and imaginative. I have decided that you and he are the perfect match to continue the family line. I have not spoken to him of this possibitliy so feel free to express yourself." Denise had trouble just closing her mouth. She was truly aghast at the notion of even considering marrying anyone, much less a commoner. She finally said, "But he has been raping you for six months. Have you no interest in the morals of such a person?" "Good point. And I might at this time mention the fact that I am pregnant. As a part of any consideration on you, you will be expected to raise my off-spring as if he or she were yours. I would rather, assuming no complications, have raised the child myself. I've always wanted one. However, as I am advanced in age, the best solution is that you assume motherhood of the child, both legally and practically." "And, if I don't accept this 'deal'?", Denise asked. "You realize, of course, that there is another neice available." "But she is only twelve years old and from an inferior side of the family." "Maybe James would like to train her while she is still young enough," said Dolly. Denise appeared aghast at the suggestion. Dolly smiled and said, "The winner of this deal gets my personal property, this house, the surrounding farm land and an annuity worth 5000 pounds a year when I die. I hope you are not thinking that a twelve-year-old with inferior prospects would turn this down without getting killed by her parents. Of course, if you would rather remain single or find a nice fop on your own, you can refuse. I might add that I have not mentioned any of this to James. He would, unless I miss my guess, refuse to even consider you as a possible wife without a complete bed-check." * * * * * * * "Lady Bishop, I am really astounded by your generous offer. If you know so much about me, you must realize I can live out my life quite comfortably without worrying about money or property. There is no way I will except a defective relative of yours even on the terms proposed. As regards our child, you should have no concerns whatever. I, and or whatever family I may in the future acquire, will care for and provide for the child handsomely." "Fine. Then all I must show is that what I am offering is not defective merchandise, but is in fact very valuable. You are both hard-cases. You are not acceptable as presented either, James. Denise must be convinced you are even worth considering as a husband." * * * * * * * Lady Bishop eyed both of them speculatively. "Both of you are completely aware of what I have proposed for you. Both of you must know it is a good deal. Now you must convince each other that you are both worthy. I propose that during the rest of the day you consider the merits and advantages of what I have proposed. Tonight, James, if you suspect that this woman may have the ability to make you a happy man, you should attempt to enter her room and prove your worth. And, Denise, if you feel that James may have the ability to make you a happy woman, then you should leave the door unlocked. Neither of you are obligated to any decision. Good day." * * * * * * * James was going out of his mind. He was going to be a first-time father, if Lady Bishop conceived, and he had a chance to marry into the upper class. Money wasn't the question, but long-term status of his name was. He was walking through the estates maze of hedges considering everything that had happened since Lady Dorran had arrived. He had not said two words to her and she had not said anything to him that he could remember. Yet, he was actually considering marrying her. Lady Dorran was also walking through the maze wondering why she was even considering a match with a butler, for christ sakes. A certified rapist, a molester of older women, a much too clever man obviously trying to effortlessly advance to the upper levels of the social ladder. Clearly, a wanabee who had seduced Lady Bishop into her present role as matchmaker. At that moment, as she was approaching the end of this particular length of hedge, James emerged and nearly ran into her. Both of them stared at each other, turned quickly and separated. * * * * * * * DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES Denise had delayed even going to bed as long as she could without appearing to be avoiding it. James had not been in attendance during the after-dinner tea that Dolly had insisted on instead of a drink. Denise would much have preferred the drinks to settle her nerves. She had been having agonizing thoughts all afternoon and evening. What if she left her door unlocked and the raping bastard didn't show up. Of course he wouldn't know that it had been open. Just the humiliation of being rejected by a commoner was unthinkable. And he must think that she would be a pushover in bed. Well, if she left her door open and if he showed up, then he would find an unresponsive woman who would demand more performance than he could possibly deliver. James was in agony. If he refused to even try, it would be an insult to a wonderful older woman who he actually did love in his own way. It wasn't the same love that he expected to have for a wife, but it was close. He wasn't worried about rejection, per se. He just didn't know the woman at all. He had no idea what she expected of him; probably something exotic. After all, she had been married once a few years ago. What if he couldn't stand her after he married her. Maybe his best bet was to fail to deliver the variety that was expected causing her to reject him. At least then he would be off the hook with Lady Bishop and life could get back to normal. No doubt about it, he had to at least jiggle the door knob. If it was locked, so what. * * * * * * * Denise had finally started to relax knowing he wouldn't be coming. Good! In a couple of minutes she would get up and lock the door and say in the morning that it had always been locked. But she couldn't fool herself. She had bathed and perfumed herself just in case he did show up. She wouldn't allow a commoner to say she was too dirty or smelly to even get in bed with. She thought she heard the door creak and she caught her breath. James had taken particular care in his bathing and had even shaved again. No use her rejecting him just because she thought he smelled foul somehow. No, he was going and he was going to make normal straight love to her. Nothing fancy. If it wasn't good enough, then forget it. Assuming, of course, that the door was open. Dolly waited until she heard James pass her door. She quickly walked to the door and opened it. There was no way that she was going to miss hearing everything. Assuming anything happened, of course. James may not try the door or the door may be locked. She listened and hoped. The door had been open and as James approached the bed he could see large eyes watching him. The light streaming in the window made seeing her very easy. He was again amazed at how very beautiful she was. Somehow he found the eyes watching him disconcerting and decided to kiss them closed. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her and lightly touched her cheek with his finger tips. Slowly he ran his finger tips over her lips, chin, eyelids and ear lobes. Once her eyes were closed, he kissed her lips softly, touching one lip at a time. The corners of her mouth, the cheek bones, the eye lashes, the ear lobes. Each kiss a light touch but repeated often until he heard her murmer softly. He then lowered her covers and lightly touched her breasts with just his palms until she got used to his touch. Then he ran his fingers over the nipples circling them. He could feel her tremble under his hands. He untied the front of her gown exposing her to her knees. Her body was perfect with hand-sized breasts, a flat stomach and light velvety-looking blond hair covering her mons. He felt himself getting excited more than usual and was looking forward to thoroughly exploring her. He lowered his mouth to her nipple as he continued to explore her belly button, stomach and thighs with his fingers. The response was unmistakable and he raised his mouth monentarily to kiss her mouth with more feeling. She responded with an open mouth running her tongue along his lips. They kissed deeply while he urged her legs apart to touch her wet center. She was ready but he wasn't ready to let her finish. She was too wet and too ready. He broke the kiss reluctantly but felt his mouth was needed more elsewhere. As he slid his tongue down over her body he heard her moans of anguish and felt her fingers digging into his shoulders. He buried his face in the center of her desire and sucked her erect clitorus into his mouth. He stayed there only a moment before using his tongue to explore the inner reaches of her sex. She was openly and reluctantly crying out for relief. She grasped his head to show him where and when she wanted him. Finally, raising up on her heels and shoulders she was able to pass through portals she had never before crossed. Oh my God!, she thought. So that is what it is all about. I didn't know. I had no idea beyond the vague mouthings of her not-so-close and frequently tarty acquaintances. James returned to deep kissing her mouth as he raised himself in preparation for entering her. He knew he was larger than most men and was always very careful to assure a womans capacity before he risked hurting her. This woman, especially, needed to be handled with care. He was beginning to like her more and more. A false step now could ruin everything and cause her to always fear entry if unnecessarily hurt. Right now Denise was limp and relaxed in a stupor from having her first climax. But as soon as he started to enter her, her eyes and mouth snapped open. But she didn't make a sound. She had seen Dolly take everything he had and wanted to match that feat. She had no idea that men could get this big. By breathing in little puffs she was able to make herself relax. Then he was all the way in and hitting bottom. He waited until she urged him to begin movement. He slowly pulled out and then returned to her depths. After three times she had relaxed and was starting to enjoy the size of him. He sped up but maintained full strokes. She was going to do it again. She felt it, she knew it and she yelled 'Now' into his ear. They both came together this time in a mind-shattering climax. She lay with her head on his chest just looking at his penis, greatly dimenished in size. Funny, she had never been even remotely interested in looking at a penis before. They were just there. Now, she felt deeply interested in everything about this man. She slid down his stomach and tasted him and herself at the same time. How nice, she thought. A night for firsts and she giggled like a school girl. Dolly pulled her head back out of the open doorway. Satisfied with both of their performances, she went back to her own bedroom. She knew that the rest of it was all down-hill. They would give her no problems with the arrangements she was dying to make. THE END OR THE BEGINNING DEPENDING ON YOUR PERSPECTIVE. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |