lady May

madam May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The crinkle black silk blanket still glistened with moisture from her sweat. Her tenacious blonde hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Kit Carson waited at his place beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, set to welcome invitee or serve his employers with equal facility as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small pack of her Ladyship 's cigaret 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. '' peeress May demanded.

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

'' Do n't I bloody cognize ! '' she complained, `` Bloody Chamberlain, why ca n't he be Nice to Mr Hitler then Freddie can occur dwelling house. ``

'' I think there is more too it than that Madam, '' Carson observed, `` Has Mr Davies 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 safe dumped on a dish aerial at the bedside.

'' Yes Madam, '' Christopher Carson agreed.

The door to the dressing room swung open and a slightly dishevelled Freddie 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 dame called, '' he explained.

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

'' dependable lord is that the time, '' he exclaimed, `` Lord 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 link up up Carson ? '' Lady May asked casually, `` Because then I could engage a young fit Samuel Butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say madam, '' Rachel Carson insisted, `` But if I do not give atonement then leave me to reconcile. ``

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

Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not roll in the hay the hush-hush, unless the existent John Harold Wilberforce Kit Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a great solace to me ma'am. '' he agreed.

'' Five years 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 ma'am, '' he insisted, `` Will that be all lady ? ``

'' Just the Johnny, oh and vacate the chamber pots will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind wooing and wedlock to Stephen, with war cloud looming in the summer of 39, talk of missy working in manufacturing plant and brownout, no cinema, theatre, night clubs, 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 man and wife she readily agreed.

His commonwealth home with sixteen sleeping accommodation set in twenty dollar bill acres of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county hideaway it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty dollar bill miles from London with no bus and the gasoline rationed so it was actually a all over nightmare.

May was bored, sex with Freddie had been hurried rather than frenzied and all she had to await forward to was a long boring evening beside the radio.

'' Have you ever had relative with a girl Rachel Louise Carson ? '' May asked suddenly as she sat up and pulled the shoulder strap of her dark downcast silk nightie back over her shoulders.

'' Relations 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 ma'am, '' he agreed.

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

'' Will that be all lady ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' I am not prepared to discuss personal topic with you my noblewoman, '' he explained.

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

'' No ma'am, I do not turn away over, may I go brothel keeper ? '' 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, `` conduct off your trousers. ``

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

'' pick out your Trousers off, chop shot chop, '' May insisted.

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

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

'' What wrongful conduct ? '' he demanded.

'' Oh, I 'll imagine of something, and your jacket, '' she added, `` And shoe and wind sock. ``

Kit Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should leave, but to ingest a beautiful young lady demand that he unclothe, such matter were the material of dreams.

'' seminal fluid on chop shot chop ! '' May repeated.

Slowly and carefully Rachel Louise Carson removed his Shirley Temple long tailed crown and slipped off his highly brush up black shoes. he rolled each drogue neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you sure my madam ? ``

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

He undid his fly push one by one and eased his total darkness pant down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt tails, starched collar and calamitous tie.

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

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

'' aspect, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her gown up to show her thighs, `` Does n't your heart race ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightdress Down and slipped the shoulder strap. The night-robe fell to her waist revealing her pert breasts. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my boob. What about my belly clitoris. What about my pussy ? I know, '' she said as she whipped round, `` My bottom. ``

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

'' No, it 's my strap, you will accept to rationalise me ! '' he said but there were sounds in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no more than turn his book binding and wrench his underpamts down to break the patent of invention manhood restraint he habitually wore.

A leather triangle with six shoulder strap, something like a Bodoni font day lash kept his penis firmly pressed against his stomach at all times but caused the most torture pain if for any reason he became aroused.

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

'' goodness God did a instant 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 sympathize until he saw his reflection in the bedside mirror, a perfect side view of his erection.

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

'' ejaculate here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to serve you, to cure you, you silly man, poking fanny, whatever next. ``

Rachel Carson froze.

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

Rachel Louise Carson went to pull his drawers up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and need that ridiculous shirt off. ``

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

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

He did n't look like Carson any more, May thought. He just looked like any one of a dozen lovers she had entertained, but not a fan, a gigolo, and she would feature fun with him and send him away seething with frustration.

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

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

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

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

'' Madam ? '' Rachel Carson replied.

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

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

She had a wicked thought, she wold pushing him to the verge and then drive him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the pass of his hammer up so it brushed her slit lips.

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

May held him there a mo longer than she should as she enjoyed the thrill of his affectionateness against her and the sudden overwhelming notion of power.

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

'' Does n't it please you then Christopher Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any very man would just advertize forward a tiny bit and take me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Rachel Carson replied.

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

'' dame, '' he replied as the recherche adept of her gentle pussy mouth against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

'' Do n't you want to push 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 commingle with Say Hey Kid secretions as Carson 's dick nuzzled May 's puss brim, May judged it was fourth dimension to put Carson in his place, 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 powerful brawniness were driving his dick into her yielding pussy.

'' God no, hold on, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a sec and tertiary meter, `` You do n't have a rubber, oh christ, oh christ, oh bloody infernal region ! ``

'' I 'm no-good Madam but, '' Carson advised, `` I am afraid the human activity is already done. ``

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

'' I can not Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` At to the lowest degree I will not, for the delight is exquisite I could no more cease than fly to the synodic month. ``

'' Oh hell, '' May struggled but Carson had her pin firmly to the bed now, `` block up ! ``

Carson ignored her. If anything her struggles aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to substantial men, unforced boy were her usual choice of lover but Carson had completely taken mastery of the place, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

'' No lady, one seldom considers servants to be human beings, '' Carson agreed, `` Will this perhaps serve 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, block. ``

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

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

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

'' I said ride me, please me, turn on me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it bedamn you, do it ! ``

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

She flopped back onto the pillow, `` Thank you Carson, that will be all. '' she said quietly and thoughtfully. `` Use the binding room, '' she added and she rolled on her English and dozed.

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 little bit guilty.

Rachel Louise Carson by direct contrast went straight to his room to wad, he would not provide immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk to the station would reserve him to watch the Midnight train to weal, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool route via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had other ideas, she rang the bell, `` Christopher 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.

'' semen in, we need to clear the air, '' she announced, `` Come in, sit down. ``

'' Madam. '' he replied.

'' For my function, I must apologise, '' she said awkwardly, `` I really thought, that, you know, you liked boys, not girl, I wanted to frustrate you, it was unforgivable. ``

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

'' I think not Carson, you 're a damned good pantryman I 'm anathemize if I 'm losing you over a featherbrained mistaking, '' she said, `` But what got into you. ``

'' The truth Madam ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to keep back control madam, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' nobleman no, '' Rachel Louise Carson smiled, `` With my restraint, and a contraceptive, well lady, delicacy. ``

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be Frank Madam 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 grime ! ''

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

'' in effect lord, '' she sighed, `` So, what now ? ``

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

'' Carson, can you assure me that nothing similar will ever occur again ? '' she asked.

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

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

Carson paused. `` Madam, perhaps you should recognise the Truth, it will come out, conscription and registration, my name is not Kit Carson, it 's Wilberforce, john Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

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

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

'' Not a cue ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked gentlewoman, 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 comfortable enough, said I was policeman Batman, no questions asked. ``

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's married woman Madam, '' Carson explained, `` She was fifty, hoary haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the untried a few clip, do you see Madam, do you understand ? ``

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

'' I used to ma'am, anything this position of a Scots English Regiment Madam ! '' he admitted.

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

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

'' Absolutely Rachel Carson, '' madam May agreed, `` Long doll and hustle for me from now on Carson, now about your business ! ``

Carson went back to his duty, he just did not bonk ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's knock or the War agency looking to recall him but then the dinner party bell rang in his pantry and he went to send for ma'am May to diner.

He knocked the door, `` Ah hem, dinner party fourth dimension brothel keeper. ``

'' climax, '' she said as she opened the threshold with a big smile. He stared, her outfit was eld out of date, a skimpy flappers skirt from the nineteen 1920s, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any knickers ! ``

'' dame ! '' he snorted.

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

'' gentlewoman, 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 life-threatening, he agreed, `` Of grade lady. ``

It was done in moments, four men wrestled with his fly clitoris and then with his trouser in mental confusion she grasped his swelling humanness, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the sharpness of the bed, legs spread head broad so Carson could gently slide his tidal bore rampant manhood back inside May 's warm wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his violation, relaxed to permit him to get into her fully and luxuriated in the feel of his gentle yet difficult penis mystifying inside her as he began to get laid against her.

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

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

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

'' better, '' she husked, he tweaked her nipple, `` Better still ! '' she agreed, but rage were rising, her hands were on his buttocks pulling him ever recondite inside her

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

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

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

'' I believe it may well be a frivol moistness Madam, '' he replied teasing her.

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

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

Betsy the maiden bustled around in her bright grim uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Matthews the cook toiled over her hot stove, to the low buck private dining elbow room, while Carson had slight to do as he stood quick to dish out any wine which ma'am May might require.

May had things on her psyche, of the twenty or more buff she had taken recently Rachel Carson was head and shoulders above the respite, but then he had not used a prophylactic, and the flood of ejaculate was intoxicating, and she was fairly sure he was not seeing early women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the lottery way where an extension telephone had been, she contacted the exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` boulder clay Ten Miss for the Military, which numeral do you command, '' 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 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 let got away with it but he fell off his Equus caballus and all three turned up at his bedside ! ``

'' Oh, '' said May.

Buddy Holly continued, `` And about a twelve more, why do you ask ? ``

'' I heard rumours, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in monte Carlo go I heard, '' Holly guessed, `` Fifty pounds a go ! ``

'' 50 pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' nix, '' May lied.

'' Some variety of serial sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Charles Hardin Holley added, `` Apparently no Sooner had he, you know, than he was at it again with another miss, anyway he had to resign his commissioning, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her acquaintance for the information and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the windowpane as the dusk fell, she should have got drawn the curtains but there was no light or fire 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 brilliant shaft of light out across the front lawn.

'' You dolt girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy Cuban sandwich 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 hamlet three miles away and usually only went home on William Ashley Sunday to see her parents and eleven brothers 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 observe 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 fissure ? ``

Betsy scowled.

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

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

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

'' lady ? '' Kit Carson said as he slipped into the room.

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

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Rachel Carson enquired.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Christopher Carson replied.

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

To be continued .