Lady May

Lady May sprawled languidly across her four C. W. Post bed. The rumpled black silk mantle still glistened with moisture from her elbow grease. Her yearn blonde hair's-breadth splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Rachel Louise Carson waited at his place beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to welcome guests or function his employers with equal facility as befits a Samuel Butler, so swiftly grasping a belittled pack of her Ladyship 's cigarettes from the store closet he strode away down the corridor.

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

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

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

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

'' I think there is more too it than that lady, '' 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 Rebel would you, '' she asked pointing to a used condom dumped on a disk at the bedside.

'' Yes Madam, '' Carson agreed.

The threshold to the dressing room swung opened and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Sir Humphrey Davy stepped through, a man in his 30, married with three children, one of the Hertford Davies's.

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

'' My ma'am called, '' he explained.

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

'' Good lord is that the clock 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 join up Carson ? '' gentlewoman May asked casually, `` Because then I could employ a young fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

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

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

Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not know the privy, unless the very privy Harold Wilberforce Carson had returned from United States, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a heavy comfort to me madam. '' he agreed.

'' Five long time 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 lady, '' he insisted, `` Will that be all gentlewoman ? ``

'' Just the Johnny, oh and empty the sleeping room pots will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind courtship and wedlock to Stephen, with war clouds looming in the summer of 39, talk of girls working in factories and amnesia, no cinema, theatre, night golf-club, 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 marriage she readily agreed.

His country abode with sixteen bedrooms set in twenty demesne of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retirement it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty mi from London with no bus and the gasolene rationed so it was actually a make out nightmare.

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

'' Have you ever had intercourse with a girl Rachel Louise Carson ? '' May asked suddenly as she sat up and pulled the straps of her dark blue silk nightgown back over her shoulders.

'' Relations gentlewoman ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

'' Very droll madam, '' he agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Madam ! '' Rachel Louise Carson protested, `` Some decorum please. ``

'' Well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

'' I do n't trust you, '' she said, `` Take off your pant. ``

'' I beg your free pardon brothel keeper ? '' Carson retorted.

'' call for your Trousers off, chop chopper, '' May insisted.

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

'' Yes, or be dismissed for 144 misconduct ! '' she laughed.

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Carson stared, it was completely unconscionable, he should leave, but to take in a beautiful young lady demand that he disrobe, such things were the stuff of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Carson removed his black long tailed jacket crown and slipped off his highly brush up dark shoes. he rolled each sock neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you indisputable my Lady ? ``

'' Yes chop chop. '' she replied.

He undid his fly clit one by one and eased his black trousers down to sandpaper before her bare legged in his shirt dress suit, starched neckband and black tie.

'' bent them up, '' she ordered and he stepped out of his trouser 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.

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

She smoothed the nightgown down and slipped the shoulder straps. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert white meat. Christopher Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my dumbbell. What about my belly push button. What about my puss ? I know, '' she said as she whipped rung, `` My undersurface. ``

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

'' No, it 's my strap, you will receive to excuse me ! '' he said but there were sounds in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no Sir Thomas More than turn his rear and wrench his underpamts down to unwrap the patent humanness control he habitually wore.

A leather trigon with six straps, something like a advanced day thong kept his penis firmly pressed against his belly at all times but caused the most torturesome pain if for any reason 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 photoflash of my prat do that to you ? '' May demanded as Carson struggled with the straps.

He looked round. May was laughing, he did n't understand until he saw his reflection in the bedside mirror, a perfect side of meat survey of his erection.

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

'' cum here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to help you, to cure you, you silly man, poking bum, whatever next. ``

Carson froze.

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

Kit Carson went to pull his pants up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and take that idiotic 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 lay down a mistake.

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

He did n't take care like Carson any to a greater extent, May sentiment. He just looked like any one of a dozen buff she had entertained, but not a lover, a gigolo, and she would have fun with him and beam him away seething with frustration.

'' On the bed, '' she said as she threw her night-robe on the trading floor, `` Kneel before me ! ``

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

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

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

'' dame ? '' Rachel Louise Carson replied.

'' Your gruelling cock on my soft pelt, do you like ? '' she asked as she enjoyed feeling his excitement.

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

She had a wicked thought, she wold pushing him to the threshold and then push him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the head of his 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 overnice ? ''

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

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

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

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

'' Are you a man Carson ? '' she joked, tormenting him, `` Just a little get-up-and-go, I 'm waiting. ``

'' lady, '' he replied as the exquisite sensation of her soft cunt lip against the tip of his rampant phallus raced uncontrollably through his body.

'' Do n't you want to bear on 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 sundry with Mays secretions as Rachel Louise Carson 's cock nuzzled May 's pussy lips, May judged it was time to put Christopher Carson in his place, but get-go pne more twit 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 herculean muscles were driving his cock into her yielding pussy.

'' God no, stop, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and one-third prison term, `` You do n't ingest a rubber, oh Redeemer, oh Jesus Christ, oh bloody hell ! ``

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

'' check ! '' she hissed, `` For nirvana sake stop. ``

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

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

Kit Carson ignored her. If anything her struggles aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to strong men, willing boys were her usual option of lover but Carson had completely taken command of the post, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

'' No lady, one seldom considers retainer to be human existence, '' Rachel Louise Carson agreed, `` bequeath 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, stop. ``

'' I can see little full point in stopping Madam, the human activity is essentially done, just what is for me the most gratifying part remains, '' Carson declared.

'' Then ride me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my stallion, my crap, turn on me ! ``

'' dame ? '' he queried.

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

They felt the cum rising, both knew he should pull out, neither wanted it and their arm 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 Rachel Louise Carson, that will be all. '' she said quietly and thoughtfully. `` Use the Dressing 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 Carson, that will be all for now, '' she giggled and she rolled over again feeling pleasantly satisfied, and only the slightest bit guilty.

Carson by contrast went straight to his elbow room to pack, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute pass to the station would allow him to catch the Midnight power train to weal, the 12.45 newspaper publisher to Pontypool route via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had other theme, she rang the Vanessa Bell, `` Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Carson ! ``

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

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

'' lady. '' he replied.

'' For my part, I must apologise, '' she said awkwardly, `` I really thought, that, you know, you liked boy, not daughter, I wanted to torment you, it was unforgivable. ``

'' No, the umbrage was mine Madam, '' Rachel Louise Carson insisted, `` You shall birth my surrender. ''

'' I think not Carson, you 're a damned good butler I 'm goddamn if I 'm losing you over a cockamamie misunderstanding, '' 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 restraint madam, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' Lord no, '' Rachel Carson smiled, `` With my simplicity, and a prophylactic, well Madam, free will. ``

'' discernment ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be hotdog madam I masturbate while I listen to you and your lovers, '' he admitted, `` And every meter 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.

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

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

'' Rachel Louise Carson, can you assure me that zip like will ever come about again ? '' she asked.

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

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

Carson paused. `` gentlewoman, perhaps you should know the truth, it will come out, muster and readjustment, my name is not Rachel Louise Carson, it 's Wilberforce, John Harold Wilberforce, I added the Christopher Carson do you see. ``

'' And that should think of 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 friends, no money, no prospects so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American language, it was slowly enough, said I was officers Batman, no interrogation asked. ``

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

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

'' So, the Colonel 's married woman ? '' she asked.

'' Colonel 's wife Madam, '' Carson explained, `` She was fifty dollar bill, grey haired, and then there was her firstborn daughter, and the vernal a few times, do you see Madam, do you understand ? ``

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

'' I used to brothel keeper, anything this side of a Scots Regiment lady ! '' 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 Kit Carson, '' Lady May agreed, `` Long skirts and bustle for me from now on Carson, now about your line ! ``

Christopher Carson went back to his obligation, he just did not have intercourse ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's bash or the War office looking to retrieve 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 Madam. ``

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

'' madam ! '' he snorted.

'' John L. H. Down tiger, be patient ! '' she laughed, `` I 'm hungry ! ``

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

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

'' Madam, '' he replied, and seeing she was serious, he agreed, `` Of trend madam. ``

It was done in consequence, four men wrestled with his fly buttons and then with his trousers in mental confusion she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs counterpane wide so Carson could gently slue his eager 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 enrol her fully and luxuriated in the feel of his soft yet severely member rich inside her as he began to hump against her.

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

'' Immensely madam, '' Carson admitted, `` Immensely. ``

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

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

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

He needed no prompting and his climax was prompt 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 famish ! '' 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 trifle damp madam, '' he replied teasing her.

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

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

Betsy the maid bustled around in her smart black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Levi the cook toiled over her hot stove, to the small common soldier dining room, while Carson had little to do as he stood ready to dispense any wine which ma'am May might require.

May had things on her creative thinker, of the twenty or to a greater extent devotee she had taken recently Carson was mind and shoulders above the respite, but then he had not used a prophylactic, and the flood of seminal fluid was intoxicating, and she was fairly sure enough he was not seeing other women.

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

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

May contacted Julie James 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 Buddy 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 sawhorse and all three turned up at his bedside ! ``

'' Oh, '' said May.

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

'' I heard rumour, '' May lied.

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

'' Fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' naught, '' May lied.

'' Some sort of consecutive sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Holly added, `` Apparently no sooner had he, you know, than he was at it again with another young lady, anyway he had to resign his direction, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her protagonist for the entropy and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the crepuscule fell, she should have drawn the drape but there was no sparkle or ardor so she pondered on what to do.

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

'' You stupefied missy ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy bomber could see that from XX miles away you fool ! ``

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

Betsy lived in the hamlet three knot away and usually only went home on Sundays to see her parents and eleven Brother and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' Walk gentlewoman, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I find another handmaid 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 adjoin ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

'' Really ? '' May enquired, `` Not some lusty 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 estrus ! '' May snapped.

'' It 's all bloody right for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah military officer with them tongues down your pharynx you do n't go curt. ``

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

'' ma'am ? '' Rachel Carson said as he slipped into the room.

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

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed madam, '' Rachel Carson enquired.

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

'' brothel keeper ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed ma'am, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .