lady May

madam May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The rumpled fateful silk cover still glistened with moisture from her exertion. Her tenacious blonde fuzz splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Carson waited at his place beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to welcome client or serve his employers with be adeptness as befits a Samuel Butler, so swiftly grasping a small multitude of her Ladyship 's cigarettes from the store 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. '' ma'am May demanded.

'' Ciggies dame, '' Carson replied as he handed the slim pack to her, `` Though not your favour ones I fear, there is a war on you know. ``

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

'' I think there is more too it than that Madam, '' Carson observed, `` Has Mr Davies left Madam ? ``

'' 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 dish aerial at the bedside.

'' Yes Madam, '' Carson agreed.

The door to the fertilization room swung open and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Sir Humphrey Davy stepped through, a man in his thirties, married with three small 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.

'' dear Almighty is that the time, '' he exclaimed, `` Lord supposed to be at the war ministry by Two, must scare off. '' and he rushed away slamming the room access behind him.

'' Why do n't you unite up Carson ? '' lady May asked casually, `` Because then I could employ a new fit Butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say Madam, '' Rachel Carson insisted, `` But if I do not give gratification then allow me to relinquish. ``

'' Oh do n't be an ass, '' she replied, `` I know your occult, Annie Rutherford Birchard Hayes told me, and do n't worry, I wo n't evidence. ``

Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not hump the hush-hush, unless the literal John Harold Wilberforce Rachel Louise Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a great puff to me gentlewoman. '' he agreed.

'' Five twelvemonth for anal sex 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 lady ? ``

'' 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 courtship and marriage ceremony to Stephen, with war clouds looming in the summer of 39, talk of girls working in factory and blackout, no film, theatre, Nox ball club, well what was a lady friend to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two twelvemonth, so when Sir Leslie Stephen offered marriage she readily agreed.

His nation plate with sixteen sleeping accommodation set in twenty acres of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty dollar bill Roman mile from British capital with no bus and the gasolene rationed so it was actually a discharge nightmare.

May was bored, sex with Freddie had been hurried rather than frenzied and all she had to look forward to was a longsighted drilling eventide beside the radio.

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

'' relative madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Will that be all ma'am ? '' Rachel Louise Carson replied.

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

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

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

'' No dame, I do not bend over, may I go brothel keeper ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

'' I do n't think you, '' she said, `` take on off your trouser. ``

'' I beg your pardon Madam ? '' Kit Carson retorted.

'' deal your Trousers off, chop shot chopper, '' May insisted.

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

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

'' What wrongful conduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should pull up stakes, but to feature a beautiful young ma'am requirement that he undress, such thing were the stuff of dreams.

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

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

'' Yes chop chopper. '' she replied.

He undid his fly release one by one and eased his smutty trousers down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt tail, starched choker and pitch-dark tie.

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

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

'' feeling, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightdress up to establish her thighs, `` Does n't your heart backwash ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightdress down and slipped the shoulder joint strap. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert breasts. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my booby. What about my belly push button. What about my slit ? I know, '' she said as she whipped round, `` My tail. ``

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

'' No, it 's my straps, you will have to excuse me ! '' he said but there were strait in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no Thomas More than become his back and wrench his underpamts down to reveal the patent manhood restraint he habitually wore.

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

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

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

He looked bout. May was laughing, he did n't understand until he saw his reflection in the bedside mirror, a perfective English view 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 heal you, you silly man, poking merchant ship, whatever next. ``

Carson froze.

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

Carson went to pull his pants up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and take that nonsensical 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 pull in a mistake.

He removed his tie and cufflinks, the off-key starched shirt nominal head and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

He did n't reckon like Rachel Carson any more, May opinion. He just looked like any one of a dozen devotee 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 nightie on the storey, `` Kneel before me ! ``

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

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

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

'' lady ? '' Christopher Carson replied.

'' Your punishing cock on my flaccid 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 wicked sentiment, she wold push him to the brink and then advertize him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knee joint she pulled the promontory 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 instant thirster than she should as she enjoyed the rush of his lovingness against her and the sudden consuming look of power.

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

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

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

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

'' ma'am, '' he replied as the exquisite whiz of her soft slit lips against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

Beads of pre cum amalgamate with Crataegus laevigata secretions as Carson 's hammer nuzzled May 's snatch lip, May judged it was time to put Christopher Carson in his space, 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 roll in the hay me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like girls ?

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

'' God no, stop, oh inferno please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and one-third time, `` You do n't have a caoutchouc, oh christ, oh christ, oh bloody hell ! ``

'' I 'm pitiful brothel keeper but, '' Carson advised, `` I am afraid the deed is already done. ``

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

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

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

Christopher Carson ignored her. If anything her struggle aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to strong men, uncoerced boys were her usual choice of lover but Carson had completely taken ascendency 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 servants to be human being being, '' Christopher Carson agreed, `` bequeath 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, bar. ``

'' I can see footling point in stopping Madam, the act is essentially done, just what is for me the most pleasurable share remains, '' Rachel Carson declared.

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

'' dame ? '' he queried.

'' I said ride me, please me, excite me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it curse you, do it ! ``

They felt the cum insurrection, both knew he should draw in out, neither wanted it and their arms held each former tightly as the pent up emotions burst with his fluids to flood 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 and dozed.

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

Carson by contrast went straight to his way to pack, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk to the station would let him to catch the Midnight gear to welt, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

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

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

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

'' Madam. '' he replied.

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

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

'' I think not Rachel Carson, you 're a anathemise proficient butler I 'm goddamn if I 'm losing you over a slaphappy misunderstanding, '' she said, `` But what got into you. ``

'' The Sojourner Truth lady ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to keep control condition gentlewoman, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

'' So you abstain and the atmospheric pressure build and ... '' she queried.

'' Lord no, '' Rachel Carson smiled, `` With my restraint, and a rubber, well ma'am, discretion. ``

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be outspoken Madam I masturbate while I listen to you and your lover, '' he admitted, `` And every prison term 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.

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

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

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

'' Alas no, '' Kit Carson admitted, `` A single signal and I should be upon you now Madam. ``

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

Christopher Carson paused. `` madam, perhaps you should know the truth, it will add up out, conscription and adjustment, my epithet is not Rachel Louise Carson, it 's Wilberforce, John Harold Wilberforce, I added the Rachel Louise Carson do you see. ``

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

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

'' Not a cue ! '' 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 Samuel Butler with Mr Hennesy, an American English, it was easy enough, said I was military officer Batman, no questions asked. ``

'' And Hennesy gave you the consultation when he went back to the States ? '' she asked.

'' Indeed brothel keeper, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's married woman Madam, '' Christopher Carson explained, `` She was fifty dollar bill, grey haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the younger a few times, do you see Madam, do you empathize ? ``

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

'' I used to Madam, anything this side of meat of a Scots English Regiment gentlewoman ! '' he admitted.

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

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

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

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

He knocked the door, `` Ah hem, dinner party time ma'am. ``

'' advent, '' she said as she opened the doorway with a big smile. He stared, her outfit was years out of appointment, a lean flappers skirt from the XIX twenty, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any bloomers ! ``

'' lady ! '' he snorted.

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

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

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

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

It was done in moments, four hands wrestled with his fly release and then with his pant in muddiness she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the border of the bed, legs scatter wide-cut so Carson could gently slide his eager rearing manhood back inside May 's fond 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 feel of his soft yet hard 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 pinhead, '' May announced, `` root for my garb up, do something ! '' she demanded so he slipped a helping hand under her dress to cup her leave behind breast.

'' wagerer, '' she husked, he tweaked her tit, `` unspoiled still ! '' she agreed, but passions were rising, her manpower were on his buttocks pulling him ever thick inside her

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

He needed no prompting and his sexual climax was immediate and as intense as before, May cried out, her moans un stifled as she revelled in the forcefulness of his ejaculation and then quite suddenly it was done, she slid off him, wiped herself briefly and then called, `` Come along, chop, 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 party, `` Do you think it will rain later, Rachel Louise Carson ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' More than likely Madam, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maid bustled around in her voguish black-market uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Matthews the cook toiled over her hot kitchen stove, to the pocket-size private dining elbow room, while Carson had minuscule to do as he stood ready to dispense any wine which noblewoman May might require.

May had things on her mind, of the twenty or more lovers she had taken recently Carson was caput and shoulders above the rest, but then he had not used a safe, and the flood of semen was intoxicating, and she was fairly for sure he was not seeing other women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the drawing room where an extension telephone had been, she contacted the central and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten fille for the war machine, which number do you expect, '' 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 daughters at the Same time ! ``

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

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

'' Oh, '' said May.

Buddy Holly continued, `` And about a 12 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 ! ``

'' 50 pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' Nothing, '' May lied.

'' Some variety of sequent sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Buddy Holly added, `` Apparently no Oklahoman had he, you know, than he was at it again with another girl, anyway he had to relinquish his direction, 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 induce drawn the curtains but there was no light or fervor so she pondered on what to do.

It was exciting, like trying to subdue a pedigreed she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the light through the door sending a smart as a whip shaft of twinkle out across the front lawn.

'' You pudden-head girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy bomber could see that from twenty mile 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 Swedish mile away and usually only went home on Sundays to see her parents and eleven blood brother and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' Walk Madam, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I obtain 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 red-blooded young feller ? ``

Betsy scowled.

'' Do you want to get laid, is that it, little missy growing up, little itches you need to scrape up, like a she cat on passion ! '' May snapped.

'' It 's all blooming right for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah policeman with them tongues down your pharynx you do n't go curtly. ``

May suddenly had an outrageous theme, `` And neither shall you Betsy, '' she said and she called, `` Christopher Carson, and listen the light ! ``

'' 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 boyfriend, Carson, '' May explained.

'' Indeed Madam, '' Christopher Carson enquired.

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

'' brothel keeper ? '' Rachel Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Rachel Carson replied.

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

To be continued .