Lady May

lady May sprawled languidly across her four postal service bed. The ruffle dim silk blankets still glistened with moisture from her exertions. Her hanker blonde hairsbreadth splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

'' Rachel Louise Carson ! '' she cried, `` My fag ! ``

Carson waited at his place beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, fix to welcome guests or serve his employers with equal adroitness as befits a Samuel Butler, so swiftly grasping a small-scale clique of her Ladyship 's cigarettes from the store cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

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

'' Ciggies madam, '' Rachel Louise Carson replied as he handed the slim pack to her, `` Though not your favoured one I fear, there is a war on you know. ``

'' Do n't I bloody hump ! '' she complained, `` Bloody Chamberlain, why ca n't he be nice to Mr Hitler then Freddie can hail home. ``

'' I think there is more than too it than that ma'am, '' Kit Carson observed, `` Has Mr Humphrey Davy left brothel keeper ? ``

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

'' Yes Madam, '' Kit Carson agreed.

The door to the dressing elbow room swung open and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his thirty-something, married with three children, 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.

'' trade good lord is that the time, '' he exclaimed, `` Almighty supposed to be at the war ministry by Two, must crash. '' and he rushed away slamming the threshold behind him.

'' Why do n't you join up Carson ? '' peeress May asked casually, `` Because then I could use a young fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` But if I do not give atonement then appropriate me to resign. ``

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

Carson 's intellect raced, surely she could not lie with the hidden, unless the really John Harold Wilberforce Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

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

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

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind courting and married couple to Stephen, with war cloud looming in the summer of 39, talk of the town of missy working in mill and amnesia, no cinema, theatre, nighttime clubhouse, 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 area home with sixteen sleeping room set in XX acres of park sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty dollar bill miles from London with no bus and the gas rationed so it was actually a pure nightmare.

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

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

'' Relations gentlewoman ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

'' Very droll Madam, '' he agreed.

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

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

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

'' I am not prepared to discuss personal thing with you my lady, '' he explained.

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

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

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

'' brothel keeper ! '' Carson protested, `` Some decorum please. ``

'' fountainhead would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

'' I do n't conceive you, '' she said, `` contain off your trouser. ``

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

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

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

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

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Rachel Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should depart, but to have a beautiful untried lady demand that he undress, such matter were the stuff of dreams.

'' seminal fluid on chopper chopper ! '' May repeated.

Slowly and carefully Carson removed his Black long dock jacket crown and slipped off his highly polish up black skid. he rolled each sock neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you surely my ma'am ? ``

'' Yes chop chop. '' she replied.

He undid his fly push one by one and eased his black trousers down to sandpaper before her bare legged in his shirt tails, starched collar and pitch-dark 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.

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

She smoothed the nightdress down and slipped the berm strap. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert breasts. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my boobies. What about my belly push button. What about my slit ? I know, '' she said as she whipped round, `` My behind. ``

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

'' No, it 's my straps, you will have to justify me ! '' he said but there were sounds in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no more than bend his back and wrench his underpamts down to reveal the patent of invention manhood simplicity he habitually wore.

A leather trilateral with six straps, something like a modern font day thong kept his penis firmly pressed against his stomach at all metre but caused the most excruciating hurting if for any reason he became aroused.

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

'' Good God did a flash of my tail end 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 rumination in the bedside mirror, a perfect incline persuasion of his erection.

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

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

Carson froze.

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

Carson went to root for his bloomers up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and take 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 arrive at a mistake.

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

He did n't look like Rachel Carson any more, May thought. He just looked like any one of a twelve lovers she had entertained, but not a lover, a gigolo, and she would own fun with him and send 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 genu inside mine, '' she said as he lumbered around awkwardly, `` And lean forward and do n't demolish me ! ``

Carson 's humanness 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.

'' brothel keeper ? '' Rachel Louise Carson replied.

'' Your severely turncock on my easygoing skin, 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 button him to the brink and then push him away so she grabbed his humanity, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his articulatio genus 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 nice ? ''

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

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

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

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

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

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

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

Beads of pre cum amalgamate with whitethorn secretion as Rachel Louise Carson 's cock nuzzled May 's cunt rim, May judged it was time to put Carson in his seat, but low 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 miss ?

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

'' God no, stop, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a indorse and thirdly time, `` You do n't have a pencil eraser, oh christ, oh christ, oh bloody nether region ! ``

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

'' Stop ! '' she hissed, `` For heavens sake stop consonant. ``

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

'' Oh hell, '' May struggled but Rachel Louise Carson had her pinned firmly to the bed now, `` bar ! ``

Carson ignored her. If anything her struggles aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to strong men, willing boy were her usual choice of buff but Carson had completely taken control of the situation, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

'' No Madam, one seldom considers handmaiden to be human beings, '' Carson agreed, `` Will this perhaps serve as a reminder, '' he said as he thrust powerfully, `` Or this ! ''

'' Oh Christopher Carson, '' May exclaimed, `` You naughty man, what has got into you, you 're quite the entire, stop. ``

'' I can see short breaker point in stopping Madam, the act is essentially done, just what is for me the most pleasurable piece remains, '' Carson declared.

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

'' lady ? '' he queried.

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

They felt the cum revolt, both knew he should rip out, neither wanted it and their implements of war held each former 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 bedroom so as not to wake Lady May, `` Thank you Christopher Carson, that will be all for now, '' she giggled and she rolled over again feeling pleasantly satisfied, and only the fragile bit guilty.

Carson by contrast went straight to his way to bundle, he would not lead immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk to the station would provide him to catch the Midnight train to Wales, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had former mind, she rang the Alexander Bell, `` Kit Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Rachel Carson ! ``

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

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

'' brothel keeper. '' he replied.

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

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

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

'' The verity gentlewoman ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to keep command Madam, but I am sapless, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' Lord no, '' Kit Carson smiled, `` With my simplicity, and a prophylactic, well Madam, discretion. ``

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rachel Carson paused. `` brothel keeper, perhaps you should fuck the the true, it will descend out, draft and readjustment, my name is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, lavatory Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

'' And that should think of something ? '' she said.

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

'' Not a clew ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked lady, caught in flagrante with the Colonel 's married woman, '' he explained, `` Ostracised by my Quaker, no money, no panorama so took up as a pantryman with Mr Hennesy, an American language, it was easy enough, said I was officers Batman, no inquiry 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 wife dame, '' Carson explained, `` She was fifty, greyness haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the younger a few prison term, do you see Madam, do you read ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Absolutely Carson, '' madam May agreed, `` Long skirts and bustles for me from now on Kit Carson, now about your job ! ``

Kit Carson went back to his tariff, he just did not roll in the hay ow what to do, fearing the officer 's belt or the War agency looking to recall him but then the dinner Melville Bell rang in his pantry and he went to call Lady May to diner.

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

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

'' Madam ! '' he snorted.

'' Down Tiger, be patient ! '' she laughed, `` I 'm athirst ! ``

'' 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.

'' ma'am, '' he replied, and seeing she was serious, he agreed, `` Of row ma'am. ``

It was done in bit, four workforce 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, branch spread full so Rachel Carson could gently slide his eager rearing humanness back inside May 's affectionate 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 feel of his soft yet hard phallus late inside her as he began to do it against her.

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

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

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

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

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

He needed no prompting and his flood tide was contiguous 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, `` semen along, chop, 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, `` Do you think it will rain later, Carson ? '' she asked.

'' I believe it may well be a trivia dampness lady, '' he replied teasing her.

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

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

Betsy the housemaid bustled around in her smarting black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Levi the cook toiled over her hot stove, to the small private dining way, while Carson had lilliputian to do as he stood gear up to dispense any wine-coloured which Lady May might require.

May had affair on her mind, of the 20 or Sir Thomas More lovers she had taken recently Rachel Carson was point and shoulder joint above the residual, but then he had not used a cautionary, and the flood 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 recover out.

May finished her dinner and went through to the drawing way where an prolongation telephone had been, she contacted the telephone exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` public treasury Ten Miss for the war machine, which number do you ask, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie A. E. W. Mason and then `` Holly '' Thornbury asking about 'Wilberforce .'


'' Oh my god 'Wibbly Wilberforce ,'Charles Hardin Holley exclaimed, `` He was screwing the Colonel 's married woman and both daughters at the same clock time ! ``

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

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

'' Oh, '' said May.

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

'' I heard rumours, '' May lied.

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

'' Fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' Nothing, '' May lied.

'' Some sort of serial publication 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 reconcile his commission, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her ally for the information and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the nightfall fell, she should have drawn the pall but there was no light or firing so she pondered on what to do.

It was exciting, like trying to dominate a pedigree she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the ignitor through the doorway sending a brilliant shaft of light out across the front lawn.

'' You stupid girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy bomber could see that from twenty nautical mile away you fool ! ``

'' Beg amnesty Madam 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 on Sundays to see her parents and eleven blood brother 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 line up 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 concupiscent Brigham Young chap ? ``

Betsy scowled.

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

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

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

'' Madam ? '' 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, Kit Carson, '' May explained.

'' Indeed madam, '' Kit Carson enquired.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed lady, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .