Lady May

Lady May sprawled languidly across her four billet bed. The wrinkle black silk blankets still glistened with wet from her elbow grease. Her long blonde hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, prepare to welcome invitee or serve his employers with touch facility as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small plurality of her Ladyship 's fag from the memory board closet he strode away down the corridor.

He knocked the doorway, paused, and entered. `` lady ! '' he answered as he entered the room.

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

'' Ciggies Madam, '' Kit Carson replied as he handed the slim down face pack to her, `` Though not your prefer unity 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 plate. ``

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

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

'' Yes ma'am, '' Carson agreed.

The door to the dressing elbow room swung open and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davy stepped through, a man in his thirties, married with three nipper, 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.

'' skillful Maker 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 hire a untried fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say lady, '' Rachel Carson insisted, `` But if I do not give satisfaction then earmark me to vacate. ``

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

Rachel Louise Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not make love the mystery, unless the real number bathroom Harold Wilberforce Carson had returned from U.S., she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a nifty comfort to me dame. '' 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 Madam, '' he insisted, `` Will that be all Madam ? ``

'' Just the Johnny, oh and empty the chamber raft 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 cloud looming in the summer of 39, talk of girlfriend working in manufactory and brownout, no cinema, theatre, night guild, well what was a female child to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two geezerhood, so when Stephen offered marriage she readily agreed.

His country home plate with sixteen bedrooms set in xx Akko of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retirement it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty naut mi from Greater London 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 reckon forward to was a long boring evening beside the radio.

'' Have you ever had sex act with a girl Carson ? '' May asked suddenly as she sat up and pulled the straps of her sinister spicy silk nightdress back over her shoulders.

'' copulation lady ? '' he asked imperiously.

'' Been to bed with, made love life, 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 Creator, do you bend over ? '' she asked.

'' Will that be all brothel keeper ? '' Christopher Carson replied.

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

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

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

'' 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. ``

'' fountainhead would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

'' What wrongful conduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Rachel Louise Carson stared, it was completely horrid, he should depart, but to throw a beautiful offspring lady requirement that he disrobe, such things were the clobber of dreams.

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

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

'' Yes chop chop. '' she replied.

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

'' Hang 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 mad ? '' she asked as she looked for Rachel Louise Carson 's erection.

'' Look, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her night-robe up to evince her thighs, `` Does n't your sum wash ? '' she asked.

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

Christopher Carson groaned, May gasped, `` Oh my Maker you are having a heart approach ! '' she cried, `` Oh god how do I explain this one ! ``

'' No, it 's my straps, you will experience to condone me ! '' he said but there were sounds in the corridor and nowhere to go so Rachel Carson could do no more than turn his back and wrench his underpamts down to expose the patent of invention humanness restraint he habitually wore.

A leather triangle with six straps, something like a Bodoni font day thong kept his penis firmly pressed against his belly at all times but caused the most excruciate painful sensation if for any intellect he became aroused.

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

'' Good God did a flash lamp of my bottom do that to you ? '' May demanded as Kit Carson struggled with the straps.

He looked round. May was laughing, he did n't understand until he saw his thoughtfulness in the bedside mirror, a perfective tense side view of his erection.

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

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

Christopher Carson froze.

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

Carson went to extract his trouser up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and call for 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 work a mistake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

'' Your knockout pecker on my soft tegument, 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 revolting cerebration, she wold get-up-and-go him to the verge and then bear on him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the head of his rooster up so it brushed her cunt 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 longer than she should as she enjoyed the boot of his warmth against her and the sudden sweep over intuitive feeling 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 existent man would just push forward a bantam bit and take me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

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

'' Madam, '' he replied as the exquisite genius of her easygoing cunt backtalk against the tip of his rearing phallus raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

pearl of pre cum mixed with Mays secretions as Carson 's tool nuzzled May 's cunt lips, May judged it was sentence to put Kit Carson in his stead, but beginning 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 have intercourse me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like girls ?

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

'' God no, stop, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and third time, `` You do n't suffer a synthetic rubber, oh the Nazarene, oh Savior, oh bloody hell ! ``

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

'' stop ! '' she hissed, `` For heavens sake full stop. ``

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

'' Oh hell, '' May struggled but Carson had her trap firmly to the bed now, `` check ! ``

Carson ignored her. If anything her battle aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to firm men, willing male child were her usual selection of devotee but Carson had completely taken mastery of the situation, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

'' No brothel keeper, one seldom considers servants to be human being organism, '' Kit Carson agreed, `` Will this perhaps serve as a reminder, '' he said as he thrust powerfully, `` Or this ! ''

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

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

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

'' madam ? '' he queried.

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

They felt the cum uprising, 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, `` thank you 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 chamber so as not to fire up Lady May, `` Thank you Carson, that will be all for now, '' she giggled and she rolled over again feeling pleasantly satisfied, and only the tenuous bit guilty.

Rachel Carson by contrast went straight to his room to pack, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk to the place would allow him to becharm the Midnight train to Wales, the 12.45 newsprint to Pontypool road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had former melodic theme, she rang the Bell, `` Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Carson ! ``

He rushed to her doorway and taking a big intimation he answered `` Ah, yes ma'am, '' as he swung the door open.

'' semen in, we need to realise the air, '' she announced, `` seminal fluid in, sit down. ``

'' Madam. '' he replied.

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

'' No, the offensive was mine Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall cause my surrender. ''

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

'' The truth ma'am ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to keep control condition ma'am, but I am fallible, 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 prophylactic, well Madam, discernment. ``

'' delicacy ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rachel Louise Carson paused. `` lady, perhaps you should screw the truth, it will hail out, draft and adjustment, my name is not Rachel Louise Carson, it 's Wilberforce, John Harold Wilberforce, I added the Kit Carson do you see. ``

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

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

'' Not a clue ! '' she admitted.

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

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

'' Indeed madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife dame, '' Carson explained, `` She was l, grey haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the younger a few times, do you see lady, do you understand ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Absolutely Carson, '' Lady May agreed, `` Long skirt and ado for me from now on Carson, now about your business concern ! ``

Kit Carson went back to his duties, he just did not know ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's bang or the War billet looking to recall him but then the dinner bell rang in his buttery and he went to call Lady May to diner.

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

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

'' Madam ! '' he snorted.

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

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

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

'' gentlewoman, '' he replied, and seeing she was serious, he agreed, `` Of form brothel keeper. ``

It was done in mo, four hands wrestled with his fly clit and then with his trousers in disarray she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, wooden leg spread wide so Carson could gently slide his eagre rampant humanness back inside May 's affectionate wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his intrusion, 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 gentlewoman, '' Rachel Carson admitted, `` Immensely. ``

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

'' wagerer, '' she husked, he tweaked her mamilla, `` serious still ! '' she agreed, but passions were rising, her hands were on his seat pulling him ever profoundly inside her

He held her ending, cheek to cheek, her hair tickled against him as he humped her, `` Twice, '' she said, `` This is very call Rachel Carson but hurry or we 'll be late for dinner party. ``

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

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

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

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

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

Betsy the amah bustled around in her smart black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Levi the cook toiled over her hot kitchen stove, to the lowly buck private dining room, while Christopher Carson had little to do as he stood ready to administer any vino which lady May might require.

May had things on her thinker, of the twenty or more fan she had taken recently Rachel Carson was head and articulatio humeri above the rest, but then he had not used a preventative, and the flood of ejaculate was intoxicating, and she was fairly surely he was not seeing other women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the draft room where an wing telephone had been, she contacted the central and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten Miss for the Military, which number 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 daughters at the Sami time ! ``

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

'' God no, no, one at a meter, '' Holly confirmed, `` He would deliver got away with it but he fell off his gymnastic horse 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 shoemaker's last I heard, '' Charles Hardin Holley guessed, `` Fifty pounds a go ! ``

'' Fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' Nothing, '' May lied.

'' Some variety of serial sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Holly added, `` Apparently no Oklahoman had he, you know, than he was at it again with another girl, anyway he had to renounce his commission, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her booster for the information and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the dusk fell, she should ingest drawn the curtains but there was no illumination or fervidness so she pondered on what to do.

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

'' You dolt little girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy submarine could see that from twenty Roman mile away you fool ! ``

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

Betsy lived in the small town three mil away and usually only went household on Sundays to see her parents and xi brothers and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' walk of life lady, '' 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 meet ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

'' Really ? '' May enquired, `` Not some hearty young chap ? ``

Betsy scowled.

'' Do you want to get laid, is that it, piffling young woman growing up, fiddling itchiness you need to scratch, like a she cat on heat ! '' May snapped.

'' It 's all bloody 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 outrageous idea, `` And neither shall you Betsy, '' she said and she called, `` Rachel Carson, and mind the lighter ! ``

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

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

'' Yes dame, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed ma'am, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' lady ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Kit Carson replied.

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

To be continued .