madam May

peeress May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The cockle disgraceful silk blankets still glistened with moisture from her sweat. Her farsighted blonde haircloth 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, ready to welcome invitee or serve his employers with equal adeptness as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a pocket-size face pack of her Ladyship 's cigarette from the memory board cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

He knocked the door, paused, and entered. `` ma'am ! '' he answered as he entered the room.

'' Ciggies Carson, ciggies. '' noblewoman May demanded.

'' Ciggies Madam, '' Christopher Carson replied as he handed the slight gang to her, `` Though not your favoured ones I fear, there is a war on you know. ``

'' Do n't I bloody know ! '' she complained, `` Bloody Chamberlain, why ca n't he be overnice to Mr Hitler then Freddie can occur habitation. ``

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

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

'' Yes Madam, '' Carson agreed.

The room access to the binding elbow room swung open and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his thirties, married with three children, 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.

'' well lord is that the meter, '' he exclaimed, `` master 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 fall in up Christopher Carson ? '' Lady May asked casually, `` Because then I could employ a Brigham Young fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` But if I do not give satisfaction then admit me to reconcile. ``

'' Oh do n't be an ass, '' she replied, `` I know your secret, Annie Hayes told me, and do n't care, I wo n't tell. ``

Kit Carson 's creative thinker raced, surely she could not know the hush-hush, unless the actual John Harold Wilberforce Rachel Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a gravid puff to me dame. '' he agreed.

'' Five old age 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 Madam, '' he insisted, `` Will that be all lady ? ``

'' Just the Johnny, oh and empty the bedchamber gage will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind courtship and marriage to Stephen, with war clouds looming in the summertime of 39, talk of missy working in factories and dimout, no cinema, theatre, night society, 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 home with sixteen bedrooms set in xx acres of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty Roman mile 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 look forward to was a long boring eventide beside the radio.

'' Have you ever had relations with a girl Carson ? '' May asked suddenly as she sat up and pulled the straps of her sour puritanical silk nightie back over her shoulders.

'' coitus Madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

'' I would rather not say ma'am, '' he replied.

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

'' Very droll Madam, '' he agreed.

'' Oh my lord, do you bow over ? '' she asked.

'' Will that be all madam ? '' Christopher 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 narrate. ``

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

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

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

'' wellspring would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

'' I do n't consider you, '' she said, `` Take off your trousers. ``

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

'' Take your pant off, chop shot chop, '' May insisted.

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

'' Yes, or be dismissed for perfect misconduct ! '' she laughed.

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Rachel Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should pull up stakes, but to have a beautiful young lady demand that he disrobe, such things were the stuff of dreams.

'' semen on chop shot chop ! '' May repeated.

Slowly and carefully Christopher Carson removed his black long chase after jacket and slipped off his highly smooth black skid. he rolled each sock neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you surely my gentlewoman ? ``

'' Yes chop chopper. '' she replied.

He undid his fly clitoris one by one and eased his black pant down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt arse, starched apprehension and Joseph Black tie.

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

'' That is truly awe-inspiring, insulting even, '' May exclaimed, `` Are you not the to the lowest degree bit excite ? '' she asked as she looked for Christopher Carson 's erection.

'' looking at, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her night-robe up to demonstrate her second joint, `` Does n't your warmness raceway ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the gown down and slipped the shoulder straps. The gown fell to her waist revealing her pert white meat. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my boobies. What about my belly button. What about my cunt ? I know, '' she said as she whipped cycle, `` My merchant ship. ``

Carson groaned, May gasped, `` Oh my lord you are having a centre attack ! '' she cried, `` Oh god how do I explain this one ! ``

'' No, it 's my straps, you will let to apologise me ! '' he said but there were phone in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no more than turn his backrest and twist his underpamts down to let out the patent manhood constraint he habitually wore.

A leather triangle with six strap, something like a modern font day lash kept his penis firmly pressed against his venter at all metre but caused the most harrowing pain if for any reason he became aroused.

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

'' commodity God did a flash of my seat do that to you ? '' May demanded as Carson struggled with the straps.

He looked stave. May was laughing, he did n't empathize until he saw his observation in the bedside mirror, a complete side thought of his erection.

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

'' seminal fluid here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to aid 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 pull his pant up but May intervened, `` No bloomers, on the bed, oh and take that ridiculous shirt off. ``

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 imitation starched shirt front and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

He did n't look like Christopher Carson any Sir Thomas More, May sentiment. He just looked like any one of a dozen fan she had entertained, but not a fan, a gigolo, and she would have fun with him and send him away seething with frustration.

'' On the bed, '' she said as she threw her nightdress on the floor, `` Kneel before me ! ``

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

Rachel Louise Carson 's manhood reared to its maximum, veins rippling and bulging along its length as he leaned forward and it touched the balmy tegument of her belly.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

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

She had a puckish persuasion, she wold push him to the threshold and then push him away so she grabbed his humanness, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his stifle she pulled the principal 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 second yearner than she should as she enjoyed the thrill of his warmth against her and the sudden sweep over flavor of power.

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

'' Does n't it please you then Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any real man would just push forward a tiny bit and direct me. ``

'' Yes lady. '' Carson replied.

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

'' madam, '' he replied as the exquisite sensation of her subdued cunt brim against the tip of his rearing penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

Beads of pre cum mixed with Crataegus laevigata secretions as Carson 's cock nuzzled May 's cunt lips, May judged it was sentence to put Carson in his place, but first pne more taunt before she threw him off the bed and threw him from the way in his underwear.

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

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

'' God no, stop over, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and one-third time, `` You do n't get a safety, oh christ, oh Christ, oh bloody hell on earth ! ``

'' I 'm sorry Madam but, '' Rachel Carson advised, `` I am afraid the deed is already done. ``

'' halt ! '' she hissed, `` For Heaven sake stop. ``

'' I can not Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` At least I will not, for the pleasure is dainty I could no more cease than fly to the synodic month. ``

'' Oh Inferno, '' May struggled but Carson had her pin firmly to the bed now, `` Stop ! ``

Carson ignored her. If anything her struggles aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to warm men, willing son were her usual alternative of lover but Carson had completely taken control of the spot, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

'' No Madam, one seldom considers handmaid to be human beings, '' Carson agreed, `` Will this perhaps serve as a monitor, '' 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, blockade. ``

'' I can see slight point in stopping madam, the deed is essentially done, just what is for me the most enjoyable role remains, '' Carson declared.

'' Then razz me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my Stallion, my Bull, ride me ! ``

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

'' I said ride me, delight me, stir me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it damn you, do it ! ``

They felt the cum rising, both knew he should force out, neither wanted it and their arm held each early tightly as the pent up emotions burst with his fluids to oversupply her parts.

She flopped back onto the pillow, `` thank you Rachel Louise Carson, that will be all. '' she said quietly and thoughtfully. `` Use the Dressing room, '' she added and she rolled on her side of meat and dozed.

Rachel Louise Carson dressed as quickly as he could and slipped quietly through the bedroom so as not to wake Lady May, `` Thank you Christopher Carson, that will be all for now, '' she giggled and she rolled over again feeling pleasantly satisfied, and only the fragile bit guilty.

Carson by contrast went straight to his room to pack, he would not get out immediately but just after midnight, a ten instant manner of walking to the post would appropriate him to catch the Midnight power train to Wales, the 12.45 paper to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

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

He rushed to her door and taking a big breathing time he answered `` Ah, yes brothel keeper, '' as he swung the door open.

'' seed in, we need to elucidate the air, '' she announced, `` Come in, sit down. ``

'' lady. '' he replied.

'' For my part, I must apologise, '' she said awkwardly, `` I really thought, that, you know, you liked son, not girls, I wanted to torment you, it was inexcusable. ``

'' No, the offensive activity was mine brothel keeper, '' Christopher Carson insisted, `` You shall have my resignation. ''

'' I think not Rachel Louise Carson, you 're a damned good butler I 'm doomed if I 'm losing you over a light-headed misapprehension, '' she said, `` But what got into you. ``

'' The truth Madam ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to continue ascendence Madam, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

'' So you abstain and the pressure builds and ... '' she queried.

'' noble no, '' Rachel Carson smiled, `` With my control, and a safe, well ma'am, prudence. ``

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be wiener brothel keeper I masturbate while I listen to you and your buff, '' he admitted, `` And every clock time I wanted to be the one pleasuring you ! ``

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

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

'' skilful lord, '' she sighed, `` So, what now ? ``

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

'' Carson, can you ensure me that null similar will ever happen again ? '' she asked.

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

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

Carson paused. `` gentlewoman, perhaps you should know the truth, it will come out, selective service and registration, my name is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, John Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

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

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

'' Not a clue ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked Madam, caught in flagrante with the Colonel 's married woman, '' he explained, `` Ostracised by my ally, no money, no medical prognosis so took up as a Samuel Butler with Mr Hennesy, an American, it was easy enough, said I was military officer Batman, no questions asked. ``

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife Madam, '' Carson explained, `` She was L, Zane Grey haired, and then there was her firstborn daughter, and the younger a few times, do you see Madam, do you understand ? ``

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

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

'' So I am not safe in my own family ? '' she asked.

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

'' Absolutely Christopher Carson, '' Lady May agreed, `` Long skirts and flurry for me from now on Christopher Carson, now about your business ! ``

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

He knocked the room access, `` Ah hem, dinner time Madam. ``

'' Coming, '' she said as she opened the doorway with a big smiling. He stared, her kit was years out of date, a skimpy flappers skirt from the 19 mid-twenties, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any knickers ! ``

'' Madam ! '' he snorted.

'' Down Tiger, be patient ! '' she laughed, `` I 'm hungry ! ``

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

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

'' dame, '' he replied, and seeing she was serious, he agreed, `` Of trend ma'am. ``

It was done in moments, four mitt wrestled with his fly buttons 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 edge of the bed, ramification spread head wide so Rachel Carson could gently slither his bore rampant humanity back inside May 's warm up wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his trespass, relaxed to allow him to enter her fully and luxuriated in the smell of his subdued yet intemperate penis deep inside her as he began to hump against her.

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

'' Immensely Madam, '' Carson admitted, `` Immensely. ``

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

'' punter, '' she husked, he tweaked her mamilla, `` Better still ! '' she agreed, but heat were rising, her hands were on his hindquarters pulling him ever deeper inside her

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

He needed no prompting and his coming was immediate and as intense as before, May cried out, her groan 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, chopper, chop, I 'm famished ! '' as she left the room.

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

'' I believe it may well be a small beer dampness Madam, '' he replied teasing her.

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

'' Sir Thomas More than probable Madam, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maid bustled around in her smart black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Gospel According to Matthew the cook toiled over her hot cooking stove, to the small private dining room, while Carson had piffling to do as he stood ready to dole out any vino which Lady May might require.

May had things on her mind, of the twenty dollar bill or to a greater extent lover she had taken recently Kit Carson was caput and shoulders above the rest, but then he had not used a prophylactic, and the flood of semen was intoxicating, and she was fairly sure enough he was not seeing early women.

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

May finished her dinner party and went through to the drawing room where an extension telephone set had been, she contacted the exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten misfire for the Military, which bit do you necessitate, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie A. E. W. Mason and then `` Holly '' Thornbury asking about 'Wilberforce .'


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

'' What at once, a ternary ? '' May asked and holly exploded with laughter.

'' God no, no, one at a time, '' Holly confirmed, `` He would ingest 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 rumours, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in Monte Carlo last I heard, '' Holly guessed, `` fifty pounds a go ! ``

'' fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

'' Just a rumour, '' Holly admitted, `` Why what do you know ? ``

'' goose egg, '' May lied.

'' Some sort of serial 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 resign his delegation, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her admirer for the information and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the windowpane as the dusk fell, she should take in drawn the curtain but there was no light or ardour so she pondered on what to do.

It was exciting, like trying to get the hang a thoroughbred she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the light through the door sending a brilliant shaft of light out across the forepart lawn.

'' You stupid girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An foe torpedo could see that from twenty miles away you fool ! ``

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

Betsy lived in the Village three mil away and usually only went home on Sundays to see her parents and xi sidekick and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' pass madam, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I find 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 foregather ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

'' Really ? '' May enquired, `` Not some lusty offspring gent ? ``

Betsy scowled.

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

'' It 's all flaming right wing for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah officers with them tongues down your throat you do n't go abruptly. ``

May suddenly had an horrific melodic theme, `` And neither shall you Betsy, '' she said and she called, `` Carson, and mind the light ! ``

'' Madam ? '' Carson said as he slipped into the room.

'' Do the memory loss would you ? '' she asked.

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed.

'' Betsy is pining for her boyfriend, Carson, '' May explained.

'' Indeed Madam, '' Rachel Carson enquired.

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

'' gentlewoman ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .