Lady May

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

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

Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, set to welcome Guest or answer his employers with peer facility as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small ring 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. '' ma'am May demanded.

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

'' Do n't I bloody cognise ! '' she complained, `` Bloody Arthur Neville Chamberlain, why ca n't he be nice to Mr Hitler then Freddie can come place. ``

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

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

'' Yes dame, '' Carson agreed.

The doorway to the grooming room swung open and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his thirties, married with three nestling, 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.

'' beneficial lord is that the time, '' he exclaimed, `` Jehovah supposed to be at the war ministry by Two, must daunt. '' and he rushed away slamming the door behind him.

'' Why do n't you link up up Rachel Carson ? '' Lady May asked casually, `` Because then I could employ a Cy Young fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say lady, '' Carson insisted, `` But if I do not render gratification then allow me to quit. ``

'' Oh do n't be an ass, '' she replied, `` I know your hush-hush, Annie Hayes told me, and do n't interest, I wo n't say. ``

Rachel Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not have intercourse the enigma, unless the literal John Harold Wilberforce Rachel Louise Carson had returned from United States, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a expectant comfort to me Madam. '' he agreed.

'' Five years for anal sex is n't it nowadays ? '' she laughed.

He smiled, she was definitely probing, she could hardly be more wrong.

'' Well is n't it. '' she queried.

'' I really could n't say Madam, '' he insisted, `` Will that be all madam ? ``

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

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind courtship and marriage to Stephen, with war swarm looming in the summer of 39, talk of girls working in factory and memory loss, no film, theatre, Night society, 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 place with xvi bedrooms set in twenty land of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty international nautical mile from Jack London with no bus and the petrol rationed so it was actually a unadulterated nightmare.

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

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

'' relation back ma'am ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Will that be all Madam ? '' Rachel Louise Carson replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

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

'' bring your Trousers off, chop chop, '' May insisted.

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

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

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Christopher Carson stared, it was completely horrific, he should leave, but to hold a beautiful untried lady demand that he strip, such things were the stuff of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Kit Carson removed his black long tailed cap and slipped off his highly polished melanise shoe. he rolled each sock neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you sure as shooting my peeress ? ``

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

He undid his fly buttons one by one and eased his pitch blackness trousers down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt backside, starched collar and lightlessness 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.

'' feeling, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightgown up to show her thighs, `` Does n't your affection slipstream ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightie down and slipped the shoulder strap. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert chest. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my pinhead. What about my belly button. What about my cunt ? I know, '' she said as she whipped bout, `` My bottom. ``

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

'' No, it 's my shoulder strap, you will birth to excuse me ! '' he said but there were phone in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no more than move around his back and twist his underpamts down to discover the patent manhood restraint he habitually wore.

A leather triangle with six strap, something like a modern day thong kept his penis firmly pressed against his venter at all times but caused the most agonizing hurting if for any reason he became aroused.

Six strap from source to penis tip, except this time his humanness had snagged the go strap instead of spearing under it as it swelled.

'' commodity God did a flashgun of my tooshie 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 manifestation in the bedside mirror, a consummate side view of his erection.

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

'' come here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to facilitate you, to cure you, you silly man, poking posterior, whatever next. ``

Kit Carson froze.

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

Carson went to force his bloomers up but May intervened, `` No bloomers, on the bed, oh and get that pathetic 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 nominate a mistake.

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

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

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

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

Carson 's manhood reared to its utmost, 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.

'' lady ? '' Carson replied.

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

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

She had a repellant thought, she wold push him to the threshold and then push him away so she grabbed his humanness, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the foreland of his cock up so it brushed her pussy lips.

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

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

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

'' Does n't it please you then Rachel Louise Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any rattling man would just push forward a tiny bit and lease me. ``

'' Yes madam. '' Rachel Carson replied.

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

'' Madam, '' he replied as the recherche sensation of her sonant puss backtalk against the tip of his rampant phallus raced uncontrollably through his body.

'' Do n't you want to push 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 merge with Crataegus oxycantha secernment as Rachel Carson 's cock nuzzled May 's cunt mouth, May judged it was time to put Rachel Louise Carson in his property, but first pne more taunt before she threw him off the bed and threw him from the elbow room in his underwear.

'' Do n't you want to push it inside me, do n't you want to get laid me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like girls ?

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

'' God no, arrest, oh netherworld please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and third time, `` You do n't induce a condom, oh christ, oh christ, oh bloody hell ! ``

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

'' Stop ! '' she hissed, `` For promised land sake halt. ``

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

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

Carson ignored her. If anything her struggle aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to potent men, uncoerced boys were her usual choice of lover but Carson had completely taken ascendency of the situation, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

'' No Madam, 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, give up. ``

'' I can see little dot in stopping dame, the deed is essentially done, just what is for me the most gratifying persona remains, '' Carson declared.

'' Then twit me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my stallion, my Irish bull, bait me ! ``

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

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

They felt the cum ascent, both knew he should pull out 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 Rachel Louise Carson, that will be all. '' she said quietly and thoughtfully. `` Use the Dressing room, '' she added and she rolled on her side and dozed.

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

Rachel Louise Carson by demarcation went straight to his room to take, he would not entrust immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk to the station would allow him to see the Midnight train to strake, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had other estimate, she rang the bell, `` Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Christopher Carson ! ``

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

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

'' Madam. '' he replied.

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

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

'' I think not Carson, you 're a damned good pantryman I 'm damned if I 'm losing you over a silly 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 hold open control gentlewoman, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' noble no, '' Carson smiled, `` With my simplicity, and a condom, well gentlewoman, discernment. ``

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be frank dame 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 dirty ! ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carson paused. `` madam, perhaps you should cognize the truth, it will occur out, selective service and registration, my name is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, John the Evangelist Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

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

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

'' Not a clue ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked Madam, caught in flagrante with the Colonel 's wife, '' he explained, `` Ostracised by my friends, no money, no medical prognosis so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American, it was easy enough, said I was military officer Batman, no doubtfulness asked. ``

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

'' Indeed madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife brothel keeper, '' Christopher Carson explained, `` She was fifty, grey haired, and then there was her firstborn daughter, and the younger a few clip, do you see Madam, do you sympathise ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

Kit Carson went back to his obligation, he just did not know ow what to do, fearing the police officer 's knock or the War bureau looking to retrieve him but then the dinner chime rang in his larder and he went to call gentlewoman May to diner.

He knocked the room access, `` Ah hem, Dinner time lady. ``

'' approaching, '' she said as she opened the door with a big smile. He stared, her outfit was days out of date, a skimpy flappers skirt from the nineteen twenty dollar bill, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any drawers ! ``

'' madam ! '' 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 unplayful, he agreed, `` Of grade ma'am. ``

It was done in moments, four hands wrestled with his fly buttons and then with his pant in disarray she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide so Carson could gently slip his eager rearing humanness back inside May 's warm 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 spirit of his lenient yet operose penis deep inside her as he began to sleep with against her.

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

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

'' You 're neglecting my boobies, '' May announced, `` Pull my dress 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, `` Better still ! '' she agreed, but passionateness were rising, her hands were on his buttocks pulling him ever deeper inside her

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

He needed no prompting and his climax was immediate and as intense as before, May cried out, her groan 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 famished ! '' as she left the room.

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

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

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

'' to a greater extent than likely ma'am, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maid bustled around in her smart black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Matthews the Captain James Cook toiled over her hot stove, to the small individual dining room, while Carson had little to do as he stood ready to allot any wine which Lady May might require.

May had things on her intellect, of the XX or more lovers she had taken recently Carson was head and shoulder joint above the eternal rest, but then he had not used a prophylactic, and the photoflood of ejaculate was intoxicating, and she was fairly sure 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 denotation telephone set had been, she contacted the central and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten Miss for the military machine, which number do you involve, '' 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 like time ! ``

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

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

'' Oh, '' said May.

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

'' I heard hearsay, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in Monte Carlo hold out I heard, '' Charles Hardin Holley guessed, `` 50 pounds a go ! ``

'' Fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' zippo, '' May lied.

'' Some sort of serial sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Holly added, `` Apparently no sooner had he, you know, than he was at it again with another miss, anyway he had to release his delegation, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her friend for the entropy and set the phone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the dusk 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 overcome a thoroughbred she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the light through the door sending a brilliant tool of igniter out across the front lawn.

'' You stupid daughter ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy Italian sandwich could see that from twenty geographical mile away you fool ! ``

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

Betsy lived in the Village three miles away and usually only went home base on Sundays to see her parents and eleven brothers and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' walkway lady, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I ascertain another retainer 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 lusty young fissure ? ``

Betsy scowled.

'' Do you want to get laid, is that it, little girl growing up, fiddling itches you need to scratch, like a she cat on oestrus ! '' 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 outrageous idea, `` And neither shall you Betsy, '' she said and she called, `` Rachel Carson, and listen the light ! ``

'' gentlewoman ? '' Carson said as he slipped into the room.

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

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' lady ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .