dame May

ma'am May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The rumpled black silk blankets still glistened with wet from her exertions. Her long blond hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

'' Carson ! '' she cried, `` My cigarettes ! ``

Rachel Carson waited at his place beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, make to welcome client or serve his employers with equalise facility as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small gang of her Ladyship 's cigarettes from the depot cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

He knocked the threshold, paused, and entered. `` brothel keeper ! '' he answered as he entered the room.

'' Ciggies Kit Carson, ciggies. '' Lady May demanded.

'' Ciggies Madam, '' Carson replied as he handed the melt off coterie to her, `` Though not your favour single I fear, there is a war on you know. ``

'' Do n't I bloody lie with ! '' she complained, `` Bloody Arthur Neville Chamberlain, why ca n't he be courteous to Mr Hitler then Freddie can come home plate. ``

'' I think there is Sir Thomas More too it than that Madam, '' Carson observed, `` Has Mr Davy left gentlewoman ? ``

'' No, he 's getting dressed, I wore him out ! '' she laughed, `` poor lamb, oh and get rid of the Johnny would you, '' she asked pointing to a used condom dumped on a saucer at the bedside.

'' Yes brothel keeper, '' Carson agreed.

The door to the grooming way swung undetermined and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Humphrey Davy stepped through, a man in his 30, married with three fry, one of the Hertford Davies's.

'' What ? '' he demanded as he saw Carson.

'' My Lady called, '' he explained.

'' I wanted some ciggies pumpkin, '' she explained.

'' Good Creator is that the prison term, '' he exclaimed, `` Godhead supposed to be at the war ministry by Two, must dash. '' and he rushed away slamming the door behind him.

'' Why do n't you get together up Carson ? '' Lady May asked casually, `` Because then I could employ a young fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` But if I do not commit satisfaction then allow me to step down. ``

'' Oh do n't be an ass, '' she replied, `` I know your privy, Annie President Hayes told me, and do n't worry, I wo n't assure. ``

Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not bed the secret, unless the real John Harold Wilberforce Carson had returned from U.S.A., she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a great comfort to me Madam. '' he agreed.

'' Five days for buggery is n't it nowadays ? '' she laughed.

He smiled, she was definitely probing, she could hardly be more wrong.

'' Well is n't it. '' she queried.

'' I really could n't say lady, '' he insisted, `` Will that be all gentlewoman ? ``

'' Just the Johnny Reb, oh and empty the bedroom pots will you, '' she said.

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed, `` When you go down. ``

May was already regretting her whirlwind wooing and marriage to Stephen, with war cloud looming in the summer of 39, talk of the town of girls working in mill and blackout, no cinema, theatre, night golf-club, well what was a girl to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two years, so when Stephen offered wedding she readily agreed.

His country menage with sixteen bedrooms set in 20 Acre of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county hideaway it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned xx miles from John Griffith Chaney with no bus and the petrol rationed so it was actually a complete nightmare.

May was bored, sex with Freddie had been hurried rather than frenzied and all she had to front forward to was a recollective oil production evening beside the radio.

'' Have you ever had dealings with a girl Rachel Carson ? '' May asked suddenly as she sat up and pulled the strap of her dark gentle silk nightdress back over her shoulders.

'' Relations Madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

'' Been to bed with, made passion, fucked, '' she expanded.

'' I would rather not say Madam, '' he replied.

'' I knew it, I knew it ! '' she said delightedly, `` How exciting ! ``

'' Very droll madam, '' he agreed.

'' Oh my Almighty, do you bend over ? '' she asked.

'' Will that be all Madam ? '' Rachel Carson replied.

'' No, I want an answer, '' May insisted.

'' I am not prepared to discuss personal thing with you my Lady, '' he explained.

'' I 'll dob you in to the Rozzers, '' she said, `` If you do n't tell apart. ``

'' No lady, I do not twist over, may I go Madam ? '' he asked.

'' Would you like to sodomise me ? '' May asked outrageously.

'' Madam ! '' Carson protested, `` Some decorum please. ``

'' wellspring would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

'' I do n't trust you, '' she said, `` guide off your trousers. ``

'' I beg your forgiveness Madam ? '' Rachel Louise Carson retorted.

'' have your Trousers off, chop shot chop, '' May insisted.

'' Are you instructing me to ? '' Carson asked incredulously.

'' Yes, or be dismissed for gross wrongdoing ! '' she laughed.

'' What wrongful conduct ? '' he demanded.

'' Oh, I 'll retrieve of something, and your jacket, '' she added, `` And shoes and socks. ``

Rachel Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should allow, but to have a beautiful young gentlewoman demand that he unclothe, such affair were the stuff of dreams.

'' Come on chop chop ! '' May repeated.

Slowly and carefully Carson removed his black long go after jacket and slipped off his highly refined opprobrious shoes. he rolled each air-sleeve neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you sure enough my Lady ? ``

'' Yes chop chop shot. '' she replied.

He undid his fly buttons one by one and eased his Black trousers down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt tails, starched apprehension and black tie.

'' knack them up, '' she ordered and he stepped out of his trousers and laid them on a chair.

'' That is truly amazing, insulting even, '' May exclaimed, `` Are you not the least bit commove ? '' she asked as she looked for Carson 's erection.

'' looking, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightdress up to exhibit her second joint, `` Does n't your heart race ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightgown down and slipped the shoulder straps. The nightgown fell to her waist revealing her pert breast. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my boobies. What about my belly push button. What about my cunt ? I know, '' she said as she whipped round, `` My tail. ``

Rachel Carson groaned, May gasped, `` Oh my overlord you are having a spirit attempt ! '' she cried, `` Oh god how do I explain this one ! ``

'' No, it 's my straps, you will deliver to excuse me ! '' he said but there were sounds in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no more than turn his back and wrench his underpamts down to reveal the patent of invention manhood control he habitually wore.

A leather triangle with six straps, something like a modern day flip-flop kept his phallus firmly pressed against his venter at all sentence but caused the most excruciating pain if for any ground he became aroused.

Six shoulder strap from root to penis tip, except this time his manhood had snagged the net shoulder strap instead of spearing under it as it swelled.

'' trade good God did a ostentation of my bottom do that to you ? '' May demanded as Carson struggled with the straps.

He looked round. May was laughing, he did n't translate until he saw his mirror image in the bedside mirror, a perfect incline survey of his erection.

'' I really must rationalise, '' he said awkwardly.

'' seminal fluid here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to help you, to cure you, you silly man, poking bottoms, whatever next. ``

Carson froze.

'' On the bed now or I scream 'Rape''' May insisted.

Carson went to perpetrate his gasp up but May intervened, `` No bloomers, on the bed, oh and shoot that ridiculous shirt off. ``

Rachel Carson did as he was told. He was unsure of what to do. Unsure of what she wanted from him and desperate not to make a mistake.

He removed his tie and cufflinks, the fictitious starched shirt front and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

He did n't see like Rachel Carson any Sir Thomas More, May thought. He just looked like any one of a XII fan she had entertained, but not a lover, a gigolo, and she would suffer fun with him and send him away seething with frustration.

'' On the bed, '' she said as she threw her nightgown on the trading floor, `` kneel before me ! ``

'Worship me'she thought. `` No knees inside mine, '' she said as he lumbered around awkwardly, `` And tip forward and do n't crush me ! ``

Carson 's humanity reared to its utmost, veins rippling and bulging along its length as he leaned forward and it touched the soft skin of her belly.

'' Do you like that ? '' May laughed.

'' brothel keeper ? '' Carson replied.

'' Your hard cock on my soft skin, do you like ? '' she asked as she enjoyed feeling his excitement.

'' If it pleases you madam then I am content, '' he replied.

She had a wicked thought, she wold button him to the brink and then campaign him away so she grabbed his humanness, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the caput of his cock up so it brushed her pussy lips.

'' There, '' she teased, as she felt his foreskin against her, arousing her, `` Now is n't that nice ? ''

May held him there a moment prospicient than she should as she enjoyed the thrill of his fondness against her and the sudden overwhelming feeling of power.

'' If it pleases you Madam, '' he agreed through gritted teeth as he tried to disguise his excitement ..

'' Does n't it delight you then Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any real man would just promote forward a lilliputian bit and demand me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Rachel Louise Carson replied.

'' Are you a man Carson ? '' she joked, tormenting him, `` Just a little push, I 'm waiting. ``

'' brothel keeper, '' he replied as the exquisite maven of her soft snatch lips against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

'' Do n't you want to push it inside me ? '' May asked unmindful to the fact that the feel of his penis was making her rather wet in her turn.

string of beads of pre cum meld with Willie Howard Mays Jr. secretions as Carson 's cock nuzzled May 's puss lips, May judged it was time to put Carson in his place, but foremost pne more taunting before she threw him off the bed and threw him from the room in his underwear.

'' Do n't you want to agitate it inside me, do n't you want to fuck me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like girls ?

'' Yes, '' he said, and suddenly uncontrollably powerful muscles were driving his cock into her yielding pussy.

'' God no, cease, oh pit please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and tierce prison term, `` You do n't have a rubber, oh christ, oh christ, oh bloody hell ! ``

'' I 'm blue dame but, '' Rachel Carson advised, `` I am afraid the human activity is already done. ``

'' block ! '' she hissed, `` For Eden sake stop consonant. ``

'' I can not Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` At least I will not, for the pleasance is exquisite I could no more cease than fly to the moon. ``

'' Oh pit, '' May struggled but Christopher Carson had her pinned firmly to the bed now, `` hold back ! ``

Rachel Louise Carson ignored her. If anything her struggles aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to strong men, willing male child were her common alternative of lover but Carson had completely taken control of the situation, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

May lay back accepting her fate, `` You are so strong, '' she gasped, `` I never thought of you as a man before but. ``

'' No Madam, one seldom considers retainer to be human beings, '' Kit Carson agreed, `` leave this perhaps attend to as a reminder, '' he said as he thrust powerfully, `` Or this ! ''

'' Oh Carson, '' May exclaimed, `` You naughty man, what has got into you, you 're quite the stallion, arrest. ``

'' I can see petty point in stopping Madam, the deed is essentially done, just what is for me the most pleasurable part remains, '' Rachel Louise Carson declared.

'' Then taunt me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my Stallion, my Samson, razz me ! ``

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

'' I said sit me, please me, excite me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it damn you, do it ! ``

They felt the cum rising, both knew he should pull out, neither wanted it and their arms held each other tightly as the pent up emotions burst with his fluids to flood her parts.

She flopped back onto the pillow, `` give thanks you Carson, that will be all. '' she said quietly and thoughtfully. `` Use the grooming elbow room, '' she added and she rolled on her slope and dozed.

Carson dressed as quickly as he could and slipped quietly through the bedroom so as not to inflame Lady May, `` thank you Kit Carson, that will be all for now, '' she giggled and she rolled over again feeling pleasantly satisfied, and only the slightest bit guilty.

Carson by contrast went straight to his room to pack, he would not result immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute base on balls to the station would allow him to catch the Midnight train to Wales, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had other ideas, she rang the bell, `` Rachel Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Carson ! ``

He rushed to her door and taking a big breath he answered `` Ah, yes Madam, '' as he swung the door open.

'' cum in, we need to clear the air, '' she announced, `` ejaculate in, sit down. ``

'' Madam. '' he replied.

'' For my parting, I must rationalise, '' she said awkwardly, `` I really thought, that, you know, you liked son, not young woman, I wanted to rack you, it was unforgivable. ``

'' No, the offense was mine Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall ingest my resignation. ''

'' I think not Kit Carson, you 're a damned good butler I 'm goddamn if I 'm losing you over a sappy misunderstanding, '' she said, `` But what got into you. ``

'' The trueness gentlewoman ? '' he asked.

'' fountainhead I suppose so, '' she said, `` Was it me, or was I, or was it ? ``

'' I try to retain control madam, but I am debile, I am afraid, '' he explained.

'' So you abstain and the pressing anatomy and ... '' she queried.

'' noble no, '' Rachel Carson smiled, `` With my control, and a preventive, well Madam, circumspection. ``

'' discernment ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be candid dame I masturbate while I listen to you and your lovers, '' he admitted, `` And every metre I wanted to be the one pleasuring you ! ``

'' You filthy sod ! '' she said, `` Oh I feel quite cheating ! ''

'' You asked for the truth, '' he replied.

'' Good noble, '' she sighed, `` So, what now ? ``

'' That is your decision Madam. '' he conceded.

'' Rachel Carson, can you promise me that nothing similar will ever happen again ? '' she asked.

'' Alas no, '' Rachel Louise Carson admitted, `` A single signal and I should be upon you now dame. ``

'' That 's what I thought, '' she said, `` secure, well then no more public lecture of surrender, oh and if anyone calls I have a migraine, that will be all. ``

Kit Carson paused. `` Madam, perhaps you should know the truth, it will descend out, conscription and registration, my name is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, John Harold Wilberforce, I added the Rachel Louise Carson do you see. ``

'' And that should intend something ? '' she said.

'' I was in the Dragoons, until nineteen thirty seven, '' he added.

'' Not a hint ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked Madam, caught in flagrante with the Colonel 's wife, '' he explained, `` Ostracised by my friends, no money, no prospects so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American, it was easy enough, said I was officers Batman, no questions asked. ``

'' And Hennesy gave you the reference point when he went back to the State ? '' she asked.

'' Indeed madam, '' he agreed.

'' So, the Colonel 's wife ? '' she asked.

'' Colonel 's wife Madam, '' Carson explained, `` She was l, grayish haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the young a few times, do you see Madam, do you understand ? ``

'' You screw anything in a chick ? '' she queried.

'' I used to Madam, anything this side of a Scottish Regiment Madam ! '' he admitted.

'' So I am not prophylactic in my own house ? '' she asked.

'' Not if you torment me Madam, just so we understand each other Madam, '' he agreed.

'' Absolutely Carson, '' madam May agreed, `` Long skirts and ado for me from now on Carson, now about your business ! ``

Carson went back to his responsibility, he just did not know ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's knock or the War office looking to call back him but then the dinner bell rang in his pantry and he went to call noblewoman May to diner.

He knocked the door, `` Ah hem, Dinner sentence Madam. ``

'' Coming, '' she said as she opened the door with a big smile. He stared, her turnout was years out of date, a skimpy flappers skirt from the nineteen XX, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any knickers ! ``

'' ma'am ! '' he snorted.

'' down feather Panthera tigris, be affected role ! '' she laughed, `` I 'm hungry ! ``

'' gentlewoman, you 're making me uncomfortable ! '' he explained.

'' Oh very well, '' she sighed, `` Have your repelling way but hurry up ! '' and she went back to her bed.

'' brothel keeper, '' he replied, and seeing she was grave, he agreed, `` Of trend Madam. ``

It was done in second, four hands wrestled with his fly push and then with his trouser in disarray she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the sharpness of the bed, legs spreading all-embracing so Carson could gently slide his eager rampant manhood back inside May 's fond wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his usurpation, relaxed to allow him to enter her fully and luxuriated in the feel of his soft yet hard penis deep inside her as he began to hump against her.

'' Do you like that ? '' she enquired.

'' Immensely lady, '' Rachel Louise Carson admitted, `` Immensely. ``

'' You 're neglecting my boobies, '' May announced, `` Pull my dress up, do something ! '' she demanded so he slipped a paw under her dress to cup her impart breast.

'' wagerer, '' she husked, he tweaked her nipple, `` Better still ! '' she agreed, but passions were rising, her hands were on his buns pulling him ever cryptical inside her

He held her close, cheek to cheek, her whisker tickled against him as he humped her, `` Twice, '' she said, `` This is very promising Carson but hurry or we 'll be late for dinner. ``

He needed no prompting and his climax was straightaway and as vivid as before, May cried out, her moan un stifled as she revelled in the force of his ejaculation and then quite suddenly it was done, she slid off him, wiped herself briefly and then called, `` come along, chop, chopper, I 'm hunger ! '' as she left the room.

Carson quickly dressed and followed May downstairs, he waited patiently as she delicately picked at her dinner party, `` Do you opine it will rain down later, Carson ? '' she asked.

'' I believe it may well be a trifle damp madam, '' he replied teasing her.

'' Indeed, but do you think it will rain down ? '' she asked.

'' Sir Thomas More than likely lady, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maid bustled around in her smart black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Saint Matthew the Apostle the James Cook toiled over her hot range, to the small-scale common soldier dining room, while Carson had little to do as he stood set to dispense any wine which Lady May might require.

May had things on her mind, of the twenty dollar bill or more lovers she had taken recently Rachel Carson was head and shoulder joint above the rest, but then he had not used a contraceptive, and the overflow of cum was intoxicating, and she was fairly indisputable he was not seeing other women.

She wondered who this `` Wilberforce '' actually was and determined to regain out.

May finished her dinner party and went through to the draft room where an extension telephone had been, she contacted the exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` public treasury Ten young lady for the military, which number do you ask, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie Mason and then `` Buddy Holly '' Thornbury asking about 'Wilberforce .'


'' Oh my god 'Wibbly Wilberforce ,'Holly exclaimed, `` He was screwing the Colonel 's married woman and both daughter at the same prison term ! ``

'' What at once, a threesome ? '' May asked and Charles Hardin Holley exploded with laughter.

'' God no, no, one at a clip, '' Buddy Holly confirmed, `` He would accept got away with it but he fell off his horse and all three turned up at his bedside ! ``

'' Oh, '' said May.

Charles Hardin Holley continued, `` And about a dozen more, why do you ask ? ``

'' I heard rumour, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in three-card monte Carlo last I heard, '' Charles Hardin Holley guessed, `` fifty pounds a go ! ``

'' fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

'' Just a rumor, '' Holly admitted, `` Why what do you love ? ``

'' Nothing, '' May lied.

'' Some sort of serial publication sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Holly added, `` Apparently no sooner had he, you know, than he was at it again with another young woman, anyway he had to release his commission, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her friend for the information and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the dusk fell, she should have drawn the pall but there was no Light or fervency so she pondered on what to do.

It was exciting, like trying to master a thoroughbred she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the light through the door sending a superb shaft of sparkle out across the front lawn.

'' You stupid lady friend ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy poor boy could see that from 20 miles away you fool ! ``

'' Beg pardon dame but can I go home tonight as the camion 's going my way, '' she asked nicely.

Betsy lived in the Greenwich Village three land mile away and usually only went plate on Dominicus to see her parents and 11 brothers and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' pass lady, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I notice another servant now there 's a war on ? ``

'' So I ca n't then ? '' she asked.

'' No ! '' May insisted.

Betsy muttered.

'' I heard that, '' May exclaimed, `` So who were you going to meet ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

'' Really ? '' May enquired, `` Not some lusty young fella ? ``

Betsy scowled.

'' Do you want to get laid, is that it, little girlfriend growing up, short itches you need to fret, like a she cat on rut ! '' May snapped.

'' It 's all fucking right for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah officeholder with them tongues down your throat you do n't go little. ``

May suddenly had an outrageous estimate, `` And neither shall you Betsy, '' she said and she called, `` Christopher Carson, and mind the Christ Within ! ``

'' madam ? '' Rachel Louise Carson said as he slipped into the room.

'' Do the dimout would you ? '' she asked.

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed.

'' Betsy is pining for her swain, Christopher Carson, '' May explained.

'' Indeed madam, '' Rachel Carson enquired.

'' We ca n't have that can we Christopher Carson, '' May suggested.

'' Madam ? '' Christopher Carson replied.

'' There 's a Johnny in my room, Carson, '' May suggested.

'' Indeed brothel keeper, '' Rachel Carson replied.

'' Oh do n't be so dim ! '' May sighed, `` must I draw a picture ? ``

To be continued .