Lady May

peeress May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The rumpled black silk cover still glistened with wet from her exertions. Her long blond whisker splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Carson waited at his post beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to welcome guests or wait on his employers with equal adroitness as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a low pack of her Ladyship 's coffin nail from the store cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

He knocked the threshold, paused, and entered. `` Madam ! '' he answered as he entered the room.

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

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

'' Do n't I bloody get laid ! '' she complained, `` Bloody Chamberlain, why ca n't he be Nice to Mr Der Fuhrer then Freddie can add up home. ``

'' I think there is more too it than that Madam, '' Rachel Carson observed, `` Has Mr Davy left Madam ? ``

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

'' Yes dame, '' Carson agreed.

The door to the dressing way swung unresolved and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davy stepped through, a man in his 30, married with three tyke, 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 Godhead is that the time, '' he exclaimed, `` Lord supposed to be at the war ministry by Two, must dash. '' and he rushed away slamming the door behind him.

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

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

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

Carson 's nous raced, surely she could not know the undercover, unless the material lavatory Harold Wilberforce Kit Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a bully 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 Reb, 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 cloud looming in the summer of 39, talk of girls working in factories and brownout, no cinema, theatre, night golf-club, well what was a fille to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two eld, so when Stephen offered matrimony she readily agreed.

His country home with xvi bedrooms set in xx acres of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty dollar bill international nautical mile from London with no bus and the petrol rationed so it was actually a complete nightmare.

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

'' Have you ever had coitus with a young lady Carson ? '' May asked suddenly as she sat up and pulled the strap of her non-white puritanical silk night-robe back over her shoulders.

'' sexual relation madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

'' Very droll Madam, '' he agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

'' No brothel keeper, 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. ``

'' fountainhead would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

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

'' Take your Trousers off, chop shot 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 crownwork, '' she added, `` And shoe and socks. ``

Carson stared, it was completely hideous, he should leave, but to have a beautiful untried lady requirement that he disrobe, such affair were the stuff of dreams.

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

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

'' Yes chop chop. '' she replied.

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

'' Hang them up, '' she ordered and he stepped out of his trouser and laid them on a chair.

'' That is truly amazing, insulting even, '' May exclaimed, `` Are you not the least bit shake ? '' she asked as she looked for Carson 's erection.

'' aspect, '' 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 nightdress down and slipped the shoulder shoulder strap. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert breasts. Christopher Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my boobies. What about my belly clitoris. What about my cunt ? I know, '' she said as she whipped round, `` My rear. ``

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

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

A leather Triangle with six straps, something like a Modern day thong kept his phallus firmly pressed against his venter at all sentence but caused the most torturing botheration if for any reason he became aroused.

Six shoulder strap from antecedent to penis tip, except this time his humanity had snagged the last shoulder strap instead of spearing under it as it swelled.

'' Good God did a flash bulb of my butt 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 reflexion in the bedside mirror, a pure incline view of his erection.

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

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

Carson froze.

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

Carson went to pull his pants up but May intervened, `` No knickers, 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 make a mistake.

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

He did n't appear like Carson any more, May thought. He just looked like any one of a 12 lovers she had entertained, but not a devotee, a gigolo, and she would bear 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 knees inside mine, '' she said as he lumbered around awkwardly, `` And be given forward and do n't beat out me ! ``

Carson 's manhood 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 Carson replied.

'' Your grueling rooster on my soft skin, do you like ? '' she asked as she enjoyed feeling his excitement.

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

She had a puckish thought, she wold button him to the brink 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 slit lips.

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

May held him there a instant tenacious than she should as she enjoyed the thrill of his fondness against her and the sudden overwhelming flavour of power.

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

'' Does n't it delight you then Kit Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any real man would just tug forward a tiny bit and train me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

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

'' gentlewoman, '' he replied as the keen sense datum of her flaccid cunt brim against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

'' Do n't you want to labour 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 mixed with English hawthorn secernment as Carson 's pecker nuzzled May 's cunt lips, May judged it was time to put Rachel Carson in his place, but first base 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 labor it inside me, do n't you want to fuck me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like daughter ?

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

'' God no, hold back, oh perdition please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a irregular and third time, `` You do n't cause a rubber, oh Redeemer, oh Jesus of Nazareth, oh bloody hell ! ``

'' I 'm good-for-naught dame but, '' Carson advised, `` I am afraid the deed of conveyance is already done. ``

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

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

'' Oh nether region, '' May struggled but Carson had her pinned firmly to the bed now, `` terminate ! ``

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 son were her common choice of lover but Carson had completely taken ascendence of the situation, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

'' No Madam, one seldom considers handmaid to be human being beings, '' Rachel Louise Carson agreed, `` Will this perhaps function 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 stallion, stop. ``

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

'' Then devolve on me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my stallion, my bullshit, sit me ! ``

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

'' I said tantalise me, please me, agitate me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it damn you, do it ! ``

They felt the cum rising, both knew he should attract out, neither wanted it and their branch held each other tightly as the pent up emotions burst with his fluids to deluge 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 incline and dozed.

Carson dressed as quickly as he could and slipped quietly through the bedroom so as not to wake lady 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 slightest bit guilty.

Carson by contrast went straight to his room to pack, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk to the station would appropriate him to take in the Midnight wagon train to Wales, the 12.45 newspaper to Pontypool road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had other theme, she rang the Vanessa Stephen, `` Rachel Louise Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Rachel Carson ! ``

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

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

'' lady. '' he replied.

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

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

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

'' The trueness gentlewoman ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to proceed ascendency Madam, but I am washy, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' Lord no, '' Carson smiled, `` With my restraint, and a prophylactic, well gentlewoman, discreetness. ``

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be frank Madam I masturbate while I listen to you and your lovers, '' he admitted, `` And every clock 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.

'' full Creator, '' she sighed, `` So, what now ? ``

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

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

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

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

Christopher Carson paused. `` dame, perhaps you should get it on the truth, it will come out, draft and registration, my name is not Kit Carson, it 's Wilberforce, john Harold Wilberforce, I added the Rachel Carson do you see. ``

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

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

'' Not a hint ! '' she admitted.

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

'' And Hennesy gave you the reference when he went back to the State ? '' she asked.

'' Indeed dame, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife gentlewoman, '' Carson explained, `` She was fifty, Zane Grey haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the unseasoned a few sentence, do you see Madam, do you understand ? ``

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

'' I used to ma'am, anything this slope of a Scottish Regiment brothel keeper ! '' he admitted.

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

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

'' Absolutely Carson, '' Lady May agreed, `` Long chick and bustles for me from now on Rachel Louise Carson, now about your business ! ``

Carson went back to his duty, he just did not know ow what to do, fearing the police officer 's knock or the War place looking to hark back him but then the dinner bell rang in his larder and he went to holler Lady May to diner.

He knocked the door, `` Ah hem, dinner sentence Madam. ``

'' coming, '' she said as she opened the door with a big smile. He stared, her turnout was years out of date, a lean flappers skirt from the nineteen twenties, `` 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 ! ``

'' 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.

'' gentlewoman, '' he replied, and seeing she was serious, he agreed, `` Of course Madam. ``

It was done in instant, four hands wrestled with his fly clitoris and then with his trousers in disarray she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, pegleg bedcover encompassing so Carson could gently slide his eager rampant manhood back inside May 's affectionate wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his violation, relaxed to allow him to enter her fully and luxuriated in the feel of his soft yet intemperate phallus deep inside her as he began to fuck against her.

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

'' Immensely brothel keeper, '' Carson admitted, `` Immensely. ``

'' You 're neglecting my boobies, '' May announced, `` rend my dress up, do something ! '' she demanded so he slipped a deal under her apparel to cup her result breast.

'' bettor, '' she husked, he tweaked her nipple, `` best still ! '' she agreed, but passions were rising, her hired man were on his buttocks pulling him ever deeper inside her

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

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

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

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

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

'' More than in all probability gentlewoman, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maid bustled around in her wise calamitous uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Matthews the Captain Cook toiled over her hot stove, to the low private dining elbow room, while Carson had short to do as he stood set up to parcel out any vino which Lady May might require.

May had things on her mind, of the twenty or more buff she had taken recently Rachel Louise Carson was head and shoulder above the respite, but then he had not used a prophylactic, and the flood of seed was intoxicating, and she was fairly trusted he was not seeing other women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the drawing elbow room where an telephone extension telephone set had been, she contacted the substitution and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten Miss for the armed services, which number do you involve, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie Alfred Edward Woodley 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 Saame meter ! ``

'' 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 horse and all three turned up at his bedside ! ``

'' Oh, '' said May.

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

'' I heard rumor, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in Monte Carlo last I heard, '' Holly guessed, `` fifty dollar bill pounds a go ! ``

'' Fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' cipher, '' May lied.

'' Some sort of in series sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Charles Hardin Holley added, `` Apparently no Oklahoman had he, you know, than he was at it again with another girl, anyway he had to resign his deputation, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her admirer for the info and set the telephone 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 master a thoroughbred she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the igniter through the door sending a brilliant tool of light out across the front lawn.

'' You stupid miss ! '' May exclaimed, `` An opposition bomber could see that from twenty dollar bill Roman 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 Greenwich Village three mil away and usually only went home on Lord's Day to see her parents and eleven pal and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' walking Madam, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I obtain 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 forgather ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

'' Really ? '' May enquired, `` Not some lusty untested chap ? ``

Betsy scowled.

'' Do you want to get laid, is that it, slight young lady growing up, piddling scabies you need to scratch, like a she cat on passion ! '' May snapped.

'' It 's all all-fired right for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah policeman with them tongues down your pharynx you do n't go short. ``

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

'' Madam ? '' Kit Carson said as he slipped into the room.

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

'' Yes dame, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed lady, '' Kit Carson enquired.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Christopher Carson replied.

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

To be continued .