"You Rang, Madam?" Chapter 4

by Julius
Copyright Aug 2007



Hudson was more annoyed than surprised when Agnes gave him her ultimatum.

“Madam and you will serve me tea, dressed like I say.”

“Really Agnes, and if we don’t?”

“Like I say, I know all about you and the Mistress doin’ it and I’ll tell Sir Oliver.”

“And if we serve you tea, will that be it?”

“No, course not,” she replied, “But it’s a start.”

Intrigued, he asked, “And how will we be dressed for serving tea?”

“Madam’ll be a maid like me of course and you ‘Udson? You won’t be dressed at all.”



As Hudson told Madam, he could see her picturing the scene and she smiled and said, “You serving tea naked, Hudson, that has charm.”

“I’m sure it does, Madam.”

“Well, Hudson, what did you tell her?”

“Nothing at all, Madam. I told Sir Oliver and Agnes has now left your employ.”

“Hudson! What happens when she tells Sir Oliver about us?”

“She won’t, Madam. I told him myself.”

The colour drained from her face. “You told him about…, about us?”

“Not in so many words of course, Madam,” he said patiently, “I told Sir Oliver that Agnes had concocted a story about you and I and was trying to blackmail you.”

“And?” she prompted.

“Sir Oliver sent me to find her and to send her in. I listened outside the door. I hope you’ll forgive me that, Madam.”

“Of course I forgive you. What happened?”

“Not much, Madam. Sir Oliver simply explained that he knows people who know some very unpleasant people and then he dismissed her. The message seemed quite clear, Madam. He surprised me by writing her a reference. She packed her things after that and left.”

“And that’s it, Hudson?” she asked, obviously shaken.

“Of course, Madam. Sir Oliver trusts me completely. Will that be all, Madam?”

Hudson left his mistress standing, staring out of thewindow and no doubt wondering about their own relationship. He was enjoying her; there was no doubt about that. He shrugged and decided to just let events unfold as they would. She certainly seemed to be enjoying him.




When Hudson passed their bedroom door that night, as he did his pre-bedtime rounds of the house, Sir Oliver had been hard at it with her. Maybe, just maybe, there would be a pregnancy. That would ensure that life in the household continued to flow smoothly.

A maddening three days followed, with no opportunities for them to play. Sir Oliver had decided to work from home until the weekend so the house was never empty. Hudson found himself trying to avoid her. Her presence, her perfume stirred him. He realized he was becoming addicted to Lady Phoebe.




Three girls had applied to fill the vacancy left by Agnes but, after each interview, Madam and Hudson agreed that they were unsuitable. On Friday Marie appeared. Her references were impeccable and Hudson was pleased when Madam chose her.

He liked Marie. Tall and slim, her faint French accent and her name suited the job perfectly. He tried to avoid emotional involvement with other staff members but Marie did promise to improve the domestic scenery.




Saturday was race-day at Ascot. Hudson’s duties included occasional chauffeuring so, as he expected, he was needed. Sir Oliver loved horseracing and LadyPhoebe usually, reluctantly, accompanied him.

Midmorning saw Hudson driving the old Rolls. Sir Oliver and Lady Phoebe were sat in the back, dressed for the day.

Watching horses run round and round was nearly as exciting as cricket in his mistress’s opinion. She’d touched Hudson’s arm as he’d helped her from the car. She’d whispered the word, “later” and Hudson had nodded.

He parked the Rolls in the farthest corner of the members-only car park. He sat behind the wheel working on a crossword and waiting, hoping she would visit him. Her lack of interest in horseracing was well known in the household but she loved the dressing up and mingling with friends.

Soon enough he spotted her. She stood looking for the car. Hudson flashed the lights and she began walking towards him. There was a breeze and she held onto her wide brimmed hat with one hand and tried to subdue her dress-hem with the other.

She looked beautiful. The sunlight seemed to make her glow. Her legs showed plainly as the wind pressed the thin fabric against her. Hudson’s cock stirred at the thought of what he hoped was about to happen.

“Hello, Hudson. I slipped away. They’ll not miss me. They’re all staring through their binoculars and shouting at the gee-gees.”

She glanced nervously around. “Are you sure we’ll be safe here?”

“Perfectly, Madam. I checked all the cars and no one’s entered the car park since. We’re quite alone.”

She went to the back door and got in. “Come and join me then.”

When he was sat beside her, she got up and moved across to stand in front of him. Bending over the front seat she said, “Well, if I’m to sit on your lap perhaps you’d better,” she paused, “better prepare us both.”

Hudson ran his hands up her thighs and fumbled for the waistband of her panties. As he drew them down, she giggled.

“Madam?”

“It’s just the feel of you peeling them out from between my legs, off my pussy. It feels so nice, so wicked.”

He drew them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Hudson put the panties in the pocket of hisjacket. He let his hands run up the backs of her thighs and caressed her delightful bottom. She quivered under his touch.

He unzipped his trousers and wrestled them past his knees, then worked his briefs down far enough to free his cock. His arousal was very plain to see.

“I don’t suppose we look very elegant do we?” she said. Hudson had draped her dress over her back.

“Well, I trust Madam will keep her hat on while she fucks?”

“Of course, Hudson, today is race day. Ladies always wear big hats for race day,” she paused then added, “especially when fucking on race days.”

He held his cock vertical for her. Clutching the front seat, she slowly lowered her self onto him.

Hudson groaned and he heard her draw in a breath through her teeth, as she sank onto him.

“Oh God, Hudson, we are a perfect fit aren’t we?”

“Perhaps a little tight, Madam.”

“That’s what I said, Hudson, a perfect fit.”

She squirmed her bottom into his lap, doing wonderful things to his cock.

“Can we just sit like this a while?” she said quietly, “I want to enjoy feeling you, savour that cock inside me.”

“I should enjoy that, Madam,” he said and slipped his hands up and around and cupped her breasts, hefting them, “these are very beautiful. Perhaps I should set them free?”

“I think not, knickerless in public, at Ascot is enough for me.”

“A pity, Madam.” He gave her breasts a firm squeeze that made her gasp.

“Oh Hudson! Do that again.”

He kneaded her breasts and found her nipples with fingers and thumbs and began pinching them, none too gently, through dress and bra.

She writhed in his arms. Her movements on his erection were a beautiful torment.

She moaned and her urge to ‘just sit’ seemed to disappear. She scrambled of his cock, off his lap and turned round and knelt astride his thighs.

She fumbled between them for his cock and guided him into her again. She dropped herself onto him. His cock speared up into her, in one swift movement.

Then her lips were on his and she was sucking his tongue into her mouth. Teeth grated and she seemed intent on swallowing him.

Her hips lifted, pulling his cock from her and then she slammed down on him again.

She pulled her mouth away. “God, Hudson, I’ve wanted that cock all day. Now fuck me. Just fuck my cunt. Hard. Just as hard you can!”

Her obscenities and their urgency shocked him but he set about fucking her as ordered.

More than once, cock escaped cunt, as they struggled to satisfy each other. She was so wet! He got his hands under her dress and grasped her hips. He fought to control her as she bounced frantically on his lap. Her breathing, and his, became loud and rapid.

Hudson watched over her shoulder, praying no one would approach. He wondered if even that would stop them.

She seemed oblivious to everything but the plunging of his cock into her. Her language was shameful, as she urged him on; writhing and squirming like an animal.

She was insatiable. He wondered at her hunger. Sweat streamed off her in the heat of the car. She fought for breath but she kept lifting and dropping onto his thighs. He thrust up in time with her, straining to get his cock as deep into her as he could. Trying to satisfy this struggling creature on his lap.

His climax was slow in building. With her legs splayed so wide, her pussy so wet, she wasn’t so tight. It was like fucking hot butter. He began to wonder if she wanted more than he could give. She came once and then again, proclaiming each orgasm loud and clear. Each time he felt the rippling and clutching of her vagina, as it sought to draw his juices from him.

Finally his body began its climb and he knew he would come. He told her, gasping out the words.

“Yes, yes, Hudson, come then, just fucking come, high, high up, deep inside me.”

He needed no encouragement. He just thrust and ground up into her.

She kept up her lift and plunge, lift and plunge. Every driving descent onto him was accompanied by aloud, “Fuck!” from her.

Finally Hudson did come, a desperate, hot series of spurts through his straining cock. Each gush burned like a hot wire being pulled from his being. He thought his heart would burst.

When he opened his eyes, hers were boring into his. He felt her pussy still spasming around his cock. It seemed to be milking him, suckling, still hungry. He began shrinking inside her.

“I never dreamt it could be like that.” Her voice was full of disbelief. “I never dreamt, … never.”

Hudson just groaned happily. He was hoarse and felt utterly spent but there was that wonderful glow inside his chest.

She said, very softly, “Know what I’d like, Hudson?”

“No, Madam, I don’t.”

“I’d like do that again. Soon.” Her voice had a dreamlike quality.

Hudson’s eye fell on the dashboard clock. “Dear God! Madam! The time!”