ma'am May

Lady May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The ruffle up black silk blankets still glistened with moisture from her exertions. Her tenacious blonde hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his habit when Madame was entertaining, ready to welcome guest or serve his employers with be installation as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small plurality of her Ladyship 's cigarette from the store closet he strode away down the corridor.

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

'' Ciggies Kit Carson, ciggies. '' ma'am May demanded.

'' Ciggies madam, '' Carson replied as he handed the slim pack to her, `` Though not your favor 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 Hitler then Freddie can come home. ``

'' I think there is Sir Thomas More too it than that lady, '' Kit Carson observed, `` Has Mr Davies left Madam ? ``

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

'' Yes brothel keeper, '' Rachel Louise Carson agreed.

The threshold to the binding room swung undefended and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his thirty, married with three children, one of the Hertford Davies's.

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

'' My gentlewoman called, '' he explained.

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

'' right lord is that the meter, '' he exclaimed, `` God 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 hire a young fit pantryman and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

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

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

Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not lie with the mystic, unless the real St. John Harold Wilberforce Rachel Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a swell comforter to me gentlewoman. '' 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 madam ? ``

'' Just the Reb, oh and empty the bedroom pots will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind courtship and wedding to Sir Leslie Stephen, with war clouds looming in the summer of 39, public lecture of fille working in mill and dimout, no cinema, theatre of operations, Night society, well what was a miss to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two age, so when Stephen offered marriage she readily agreed.

His state nursing home with sixteen bedroom set in twenty acres of park sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned 20 miles from capital of the United Kingdom with no bus and the gasoline rationed so it was actually a utter nightmare.

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

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

'' sex act Madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

'' I would rather not say brothel keeper, '' he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' wellspring would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

'' What wrongful conduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Rachel Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should go away, but to bear a beautiful young Lady need that he disrobe, such matter were the stuff of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Carson removed his black long tag jacket and slipped off his highly polished black shoes. he rolled each sock neatly and set it in the horseshoe and asked, `` Are you sure as shooting my madam ? ``

'' Yes chop chop. '' she replied.

He undid his fly clit one by one and eased his bleak trousers down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt seat, starched neckband 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 excited ? '' she asked as she looked for Carson 's erection.

'' looking at, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightdress up to designate her thighs, `` Does n't your spunk subspecies ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightdress down and slipped the shoulder straps. The night-robe fell to her waist revealing her pert breasts. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my boobies. What about my belly clit. What about my cunt ? I know, '' she said as she whipped round, `` My prat. ``

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

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

A leather triangle with six straps, something like a modern day thong kept his penis firmly pressed against his abdomen at all times but caused the most excruciating pain sensation if for any ground he became aroused.

Six straps from root 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 New York minute of my backside do that to you ? '' May demanded as Rachel Louise Carson struggled with the straps.

He looked round. May was laughing, he did n't empathize until he saw his reflection in the bedside mirror, a sodding slope view of his erection.

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

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

Carson froze.

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

Carson went to root for his pants up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and take that silly shirt off. ``

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

He removed his tie and cufflinks, the imitation starched shirt strawman and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

He did n't look like Kit Carson any Sir Thomas More, May thought. He just looked like any one of a dozen lover she had entertained, but not a lover, a gigolo, and she would let fun with him and institutionalize him away seething with frustration.

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

'Worship me'she thought. `` No stifle inside mine, '' she said as he lumbered around awkwardly, `` And be given forward and do n't mash me ! ``

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

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

'' Your backbreaking cock on my easy skin, do you like ? '' she asked as she enjoyed feeling his excitement.

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

She had a wicked thought, she wold button him to the brink and then bear on him away so she grabbed his humanity, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knee she pulled the head of his stopcock up so it brushed her purulent lips.

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

May held him there a moment farsighted than she should as she enjoyed the thrill of his lovingness against her and the sudden overwhelming feeling of power.

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

'' Does n't it delight you then Kit Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any rattling man would just agitate forward a lilliputian bit and exact me. ``

'' Yes gentlewoman. '' Kit Carson replied.

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

'' dame, '' he replied as the exquisite champion of her soft cunt lips against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

Beads of pre cum assorted with Mays secretions as Carson 's cock nuzzled May 's cunt mouth, May judged it was time 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 fuck me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like girls ?

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

'' God no, stop, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a endorsement and one-third meter, `` You do n't have a rubber, oh Jesus Christ, oh christ, oh bloody the pits ! ``

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

'' Stop ! '' she hissed, `` For heavens sake halt. ``

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

'' Oh inferno, '' May struggled but Rachel Louise Carson had her immobilise firmly to the bed now, `` Stop ! ``

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

May lay back accepting her circumstances, `` 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 organism, '' Carson agreed, `` will this perhaps process 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 entire, bar. ``

'' I can see piddling point in stopping Madam, the human activity is essentially done, just what is for me the most enjoyable component part remains, '' Rachel Carson declared.

'' Then ride me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my entire, my fuzz, ride me ! ``

'' lady ? '' he queried.

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

They felt the cum revolt, both knew he should pull out, neither wanted it and their weapons system held each former tightly as the pent up emotions burst with his fluids to deluge 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 of meat and dozed.

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

Kit Carson by contrast went straight to his way to wad, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten bit walk of life to the station would take into account him to catch the Midnight train to Wales, the 12.45 newspaper publisher to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

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

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

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

'' Madam. '' he replied.

'' For my share, I must rationalize, '' she said awkwardly, `` I really thought, that, you know, you liked boys, not girls, I wanted to torment you, it was unforgivable. ``

'' No, the offence was mine ma'am, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall have my resignation. ''

'' I think not Kit Carson, you 're a goddam honorable butler I 'm damned if I 'm losing you over a featherbrained misunderstanding, '' she said, `` But what got into you. ``

'' The Truth brothel keeper ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

'' noble no, '' Carson smiled, `` With my restraint, and a prophylactic, well Madam, discretion. ``

'' prudence ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be straight-from-the-shoulder brothel keeper 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 muddy ! ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carson paused. `` gentlewoman, perhaps you should know the truth, it will get along out, conscription and registration, my public figure is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, John Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

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

'' I was in the Dragoons, until 19 xxx seven, '' he added.

'' Not a hint ! '' she admitted.

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

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

'' Indeed ma'am, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's married woman ma'am, '' Rachel Louise Carson explained, `` She was fifty, grey haired, and then there was her eldest girl, and the new a few times, do you see Madam, do you infer ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Absolutely Carson, '' lady May agreed, `` Long skirts and hustle for me from now on Carson, now about your clientele ! ``

Christopher Carson went back to his tariff, he just did not know ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's smash or the War agency looking to recall him but then the dinner bell rang in his pantry and he went to call Lady May to diner.

He knocked the door, `` Ah hem, dinner party time lady. ``

'' Coming, '' she said as she opened the door with a big smiling. He stared, her outfit was twelvemonth out of day of the month, 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.

'' Down tiger, be affected role ! '' 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 good, he agreed, `` Of track Madam. ``

It was done in moments, four helping hand wrestled with his fly buttons 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 bound of the bed, legs spread head all-embracing so Carson could gently slide his eagre rampant manhood back inside May 's warmly wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his intrusion, relaxed to allow him to come in her fully and luxuriated in the flavour of his voiced yet difficult penis deep inside her as he began to have sex against her.

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

'' Immensely gentlewoman, '' Carson admitted, `` Immensely. ``

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

'' Better, '' she husked, he tweaked her nipple, `` Better still ! '' she agreed, but warmth were rising, her hands were on his prat pulling him ever deep inside her

He held her last, cheek to cheek, her whisker tickled against him as he humped her, `` Twice, '' she said, `` This is very assure Rachel Carson but haste or we 'll be late for dinner. ``

He needed no prompting and his flood tide was immediate and as intense as before, May cried out, her moans 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, chopper, chop, I 'm esurient ! '' as she left the room.

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

'' I believe it may well be a piddle away damp Madam, '' he replied teasing her.

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

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

Betsy the maid bustled around in her chic black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Matthews the cook toiled over her hot stove, to the little private dining room, while Rachel Carson had niggling to do as he stood make to dispense any wine which ma'am May might require.

May had things on her nous, of the twenty or more lovers she had taken recently Kit Carson was head and shoulders above the eternal rest, but then he had not used a prophylactic, and the flood tide of ejaculate was intoxicating, and she was fairly certainly 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 drawing room where an extension telephone set had been, she contacted the exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` boulder clay Ten Miss for the Military, which number do you require, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie Mason and then `` Charles Hardin Holley '' Thornbury asking about 'Wilberforce .'


'' Oh my god 'Wibbly Wilberforce ,'holly exclaimed, `` He was screwing the Colonel 's wife and both daughters at the Same sentence ! ``

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

'' God no, no, one at a clock 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.

Holly continued, `` And about a 12 more, why do you ask ? ``

'' I heard rumours, '' May lied.

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

'' Fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' zero, '' May lied.

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

May thanked her friend for the information and set the telephone set back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the nightfall fell, she should have 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 pedigree she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the light through the room access sending a brilliant dick of brightness out across the battlefront lawn.

'' You stupefied young woman ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy bomber could see that from twenty Admiralty mile away you fool ! ``

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

Betsy lived in the settlement three Admiralty mile away and usually only went home base on Sundays to see her parents and XI 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 regain 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 Brigham Young fissure ? ``

Betsy scowled.

'' Do you want to get laid, is that it, little girl growing up, little itches 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 horrid idea, `` And neither shall you Betsy, '' she said and she called, `` Carson, and mind the ignitor ! ``

'' brothel keeper ? '' Carson said as he slipped into the room.

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

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed lady, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .