Lady May

Lady May sprawled languidly across her four Post bed. The rumpled black silk blanket still glistened with moisture from her travail. Her longsighted blonde hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Rachel Louise Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, set up to welcome Edgar Albert Guest or function his employers with equal facility as befits a pantryman, so swiftly grasping a small pack of her Ladyship 's cigarette from the shop cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

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

'' Ciggies Madam, '' Carson replied as he handed the slenderize face pack to her, `` Though not your prefer 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 nice to Mr Adolf Hitler then Freddie can come home. ``

'' I think there is more too it than that Madam, '' Rachel Louise Carson observed, `` Has Mr Humphrey Davy left ma'am ? ``

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

'' Yes madam, '' Carson agreed.

The door to the dressing elbow room swung loose and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Sir Humphrey Davy stepped through, a man in his mid-thirties, married with three youngster, one of the Hertford Davies's.

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

'' My dame called, '' he explained.

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

'' Good Creator is that the prison term, '' he exclaimed, `` Almighty 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 join up Carson ? '' Lady May asked casually, `` Because then I could employ a young fit Samuel Butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` But if I do not fall in satisfaction then allow me to submit. ``

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

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

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

'' Five year 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 dame ? ``

'' Just the Johnny, oh and empty the chamber 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 girls working in manufacturing plant and dimout, no movie house, theatre, night clubhouse, well what was a miss to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two long time, so when Stephen offered wedding she readily agreed.

His nation 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 miles from John Griffith Chaney with no bus and the petrol rationed so it was actually a arrant nightmare.

May was bored, sex with Freddie had been hurried rather than frenzied and all she had to await forward to was a long oil production evening 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 benighted blue silk nightdress back over her shoulders.

'' sexual relation ma'am ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

'' Very droll brothel keeper, '' he agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

'' I do n't think you, '' she said, `` accept off your trousers. ``

'' I beg your free pardon ma'am ? '' Kit Carson retorted.

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

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

'' Yes, or be dismissed for pure wrongful conduct ! '' she laughed.

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should allow for, but to have a beautiful young ma'am demand that he disrobe, such thing were the stuff of dreams.

'' seed on chopper chop ! '' May repeated.

Slowly and carefully Rachel Carson removed his black long bob jacket and slipped off his highly polished black shoes. he rolled each sock neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you sure my Lady ? ``

'' Yes chop shot chop. '' 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 can, starched collar and mordant 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 excited ? '' she asked as she looked for Carson 's erection.

'' Look, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightdress up to show her thigh, `` Does n't your heart subspecies ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightdress Down and slipped the shoulder shoulder strap. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert breast. Rachel Louise Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my dope. What about my belly button. What about my slit ? I know, '' she said as she whipped turn, `` My rump. ``

Christopher Carson groaned, May gasped, `` Oh my noble you are having a meat attack ! '' she cried, `` Oh god how do I excuse this one ! ``

'' No, it 's my straps, you will have to excuse me ! '' he said but there were phone in the corridor and nowhere to go so Rachel Carson could do no more than turn his back and pull his underpamts down to reveal the patent humanness simplicity he habitually wore.

A leather Triangle with six shoulder strap, something like a modern font day thong kept his penis firmly pressed against his belly at all times but caused the most torturous pain if for any reason he became aroused.

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

'' Good God did a wink of my keister do that to you ? '' May demanded as Carson struggled with the straps.

He looked cycle. May was laughing, he did n't understand until he saw his expression in the bedside mirror, a arrant side view of his erection.

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

'' Come here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to help you, to heal you, you silly man, poking bottoms, whatever succeeding. ``

Carson froze.

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

Rachel Carson went to rend his pants up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and take that ridiculous shirt off. ``

Kit 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 believe a mistake.

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

He did n't take care like Kit Carson any to a greater extent, May thought. He just looked like any one of a twelve lovers she had entertained, but not a buff, a gigolo, and she would experience fun with him and send him away seething with frustration.

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

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

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

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

'' Madam ? '' Christopher Carson replied.

'' Your intemperate 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 thinking, she wold push him to the brink and then push him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the head of his shaft up so it brushed her pussy lips.

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

May held him there a minute long than she should as she enjoyed the shudder of his warmth 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 substantial man would just push forward a tiny bit and fill me. ``

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

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

'' dame, '' he replied as the exquisite sensation of her sonant cunt lip against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

astragal of pre cum commix with Crataegus laevigata secretion as Rachel Louise Carson 's putz nuzzled May 's snatch sassing, May judged it was time to put Rachel Carson in his situation, but first pne more taunt before she threw him off the bed and threw him from the room in his underwear.

'' Do n't you want to push it inside me, do n't you want to have sex me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like fille ?

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

'' God no, turn back, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and 3rd time, `` You do n't have a rubber, oh christ, oh christ, oh bloody snake pit ! ``

'' I 'm drear Madam but, '' Carson advised, `` I am afraid the human action is already done. ``

'' closure ! '' she hissed, `` For Shangri-la sake stop. ``

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

'' Oh hell, '' May struggled but Carson had her pinned 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 hard men, willing boys were her common option of lover but Carson had completely taken control condition of the office, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

'' No Madam, one seldom considers handmaid to be human existence, '' Christopher Carson agreed, `` Will this perhaps serve well 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, hold on. ``

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

'' Then twit me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my stallion, my Bull, rag me ! ``

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

'' I said cod me, please me, excite me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it anathemize 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 Dressing elbow room, '' she added and she rolled on her side and dozed.

Rachel Carson dressed as quickly as he could and slipped quietly through the sleeping accommodation so as not to awaken dame May, `` give thanks you Carson, that will be all for now, '' she giggled and she rolled over again feeling pleasantly satisfied, and only the slightest bit guilty.

Kit Carson by direct contrast went straight to his room to pack, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten instant walk to the post would allow him to catch the Midnight gearing to Wales, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had early mind, she rang the Alexander Melville Bell, `` Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Christopher Carson ! ``

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

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

'' gentlewoman. '' he replied.

'' For my part, I must rationalize, '' she said awkwardly, `` I really thought, that, you know, you liked male child, not girls, I wanted to torture you, it was unforgivable. ``

'' No, the law-breaking was mine Madam, '' Christopher Carson insisted, `` You shall let my resignation. ''

'' I think not Christopher Carson, you 're a damned ripe butler I 'm deuced if I 'm losing you over a silly misunderstanding, '' she said, `` But what got into you. ``

'' The truth dame ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to prevent dominance Madam, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' Godhead no, '' Carson smiled, `` With my restraint, and a condom, well ma'am, discretion. ``

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Rachel Louise Carson, can you ascertain me that nothing similar will ever bechance again ? '' she asked.

'' Alas no, '' Carson admitted, `` A unmarried signal and I should be upon you now gentlewoman. ``

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

Kit Carson paused. `` brothel keeper, perhaps you should know the truth, it will add up out, conscription and registration, my name is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, Saint John the Apostle Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

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

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

'' Not a clue ! '' 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 English, it was well-off enough, said I was officers Batman, no questions asked. ``

'' And Hennesy gave you the computer address when he went back to the DoS ? '' she asked.

'' Indeed madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife gentlewoman, '' Carson explained, `` She was l, grey-headed haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the immature 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 Scotch Regiment gentlewoman ! '' he admitted.

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

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

'' Absolutely Carson, '' Lady May agreed, `` Long doll and bustle for me from now on Carson, now about your job ! ``

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

He knocked the threshold, `` Ah hem, dinner clock time Madam. ``

'' orgasm, '' she said as she opened the door with a big grin. He stared, her outfit was yr out of particular date, a lean flappers skirt from the 19 twenties, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any bloomers ! ``

'' madam ! '' he snorted.

'' pile tiger, be patient ! '' she laughed, `` I 'm thirsty ! ``

'' brothel keeper, you 're making me uncomfortable ! '' he explained.

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

'' Madam, '' he replied, and seeing she was serious, he agreed, `` Of course dame. ``

It was done in moments, four hands wrestled with his fly push button and then with his trouser in confusedness she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, stage spread head all-inclusive so Carson could gently slide his eager rearing humanness back inside May 's warmly 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 subdued yet hard penis deeply inside her as he began to hump against her.

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

'' Immensely dame, '' Kit Carson admitted, `` Immensely. ``

'' You 're neglecting my booby, '' May announced, `` Pull my dress up, do something ! '' she demanded so he slipped a hand under her dress to cup her left-hand breast.

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

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

He needed no prompting and his climax was immediate and as acute as before, May cried out, her moan un stifled as she revelled in the force of his interjection and then quite suddenly it was done, she slid off him, wiped herself briefly and then called, `` Come along, chop, chop shot, I 'm famished ! '' as she left the room.

Rachel Carson quickly dressed and followed May downstairs, he waited patiently as she delicately picked at her dinner, `` Do you recollect it will rain later, Kit 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.

'' More than in all likelihood Madam, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maid bustled around in her smarting sinister uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Saint Matthew the Apostle the James Cook toiled over her hot stove, to the low individual dining room, while Carson had petty to do as he stood fix to dispense any wine which peeress May might require.

May had things on her mind, of the twenty or more lovers she had taken recently Carson was forefront and shoulders above the residue, but then he had not used a cautionary, and the inundation of seminal fluid was intoxicating, and she was fairly sure he was not seeing other women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the drawing room where an extension telephone had been, she contacted the rally and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten Miss for the Military, which issue do you require, '' she had replied.

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


'' Oh my god 'Wibbly Wilberforce ,'Holly exclaimed, `` He was screwing the Colonel 's wife and both girl at the Same time ! ``

'' What at once, a threesome ? '' May asked and Buddy Holly exploded with laughter.

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

'' Oh, '' said May.

Charles Hardin Holley continued, `` And about a twelve 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 make out ? ``

'' Nothing, '' May lied.

'' Some sorting 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 girl, anyway he had to resign his commission, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her booster for the selective information and set the phone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the dusk fell, she should have drawn the mantle but there was no light or fire so she pondered on what to do.

It was exciting, like trying to master a pedigree she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the light through the door sending a splendid shaft of light out across the movement lawn.

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

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

Betsy lived in the Village three mil away and usually only went nursing home on Lord's Day to see her parents and eleven brothers and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' Walk dame, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I witness 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 fulfill ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

'' Really ? '' May enquired, `` Not some red-blooded young gent ? ``

Betsy scowled.

'' Do you need to get laid, is that it, little miss growing up, piddling itches you need to scratch up, like a she cat on hotness ! '' May snapped.

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

May suddenly had an hideous idea, `` And neither shall you Betsy, '' she said and she called, `` Carson, and mind the lighting ! ``

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

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

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed.

'' Betsy is pining for her fellow, Rachel Carson, '' May explained.

'' Indeed lady, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed madam, '' Rachel Carson replied.

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

To be continued .