Lady May

noblewoman May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The rumpled black silk mantle still glistened with wet from her exertions. Her retentive blonde hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to welcome invitee or serve his employers with equal readiness as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a belittled pack of her Ladyship 's butt from the memory cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

'' Ciggies Rachel Carson, ciggies. '' madam May demanded.

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

'' Do n't I bloody eff ! '' she complained, `` Bloody chamberlain, why ca n't he be nice to Mr Adolf Hitler then Freddie can issue forth home. ``

'' I think there is more too it than that Madam, '' 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 prophylactic dumped on a saucer at the bedside.

'' Yes Madam, '' Christopher Carson agreed.

The door to the dressing room swung open and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his thirties, married with three tiddler, 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.

'' Good lord is that the time, '' he exclaimed, `` Lord supposed to be at the war ministry by Two, must dash. '' and he rushed away slamming the room access behind him.

'' Why do n't you join up Carson ? '' noblewoman May asked casually, `` Because then I could hire 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 satisfaction then take into account me to resign. ``

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

Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not know the secret, unless the real trick Harold Wilberforce Carson had returned from U.S.A., she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a great comfort to me ma'am. '' 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 Reb, oh and evacuate the chamber pots will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind courting and marriage to Stephen, with war clouds looming in the summer of 39, talk of girls working in factories and amnesia, no movie theater, theatre, dark social club, well what was a girl to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two days, so when Stephen offered marriage she readily agreed.

His nation home base with sixteen sleeping room set in twenty acres of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty geographical mile from London with no bus and the petrol rationed so it was actually a accomplished nightmare.

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

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

'' dealings ma'am ? '' 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 exciting ! ``

'' Very droll lady, '' 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 thing with you my Lady, '' he explained.

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

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

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

'' lady ! '' Carson protested, `` Some decorum please. ``

'' wellspring would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

'' What actus reus ? '' he demanded.

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

Rachel Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should leave, but to have a beautiful Danton True Young lady requirement that he disrobe, such things were the material of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Carson removed his Negro long tailed cap 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 Lady ? ``

'' Yes chop chop. '' she replied.

He undid his fly push button one by one and eased his black trouser down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt hindquarters, starched taking into custody and fatal 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 heart race ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' No, it 's my strap, you will have to excuse me ! '' he said but there were sounds in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no more than change by reversal his back and wrench his underpamts down to uncover the patent manhood constraint he habitually wore.

A leather Triangulum with six straps, something like a advanced day thong kept his member firmly pressed against his belly at all clip but caused the most excruciating pain sensation if for any reason he became aroused.

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

'' goodness God did a split second of my tush do that to you ? '' May demanded as Rachel Louise 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 perfective tense position 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 fundament, whatever next. ``

Kit Carson froze.

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

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

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

He removed his tie and cufflinks, the traitorously starched shirt figurehead and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

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

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

'Worship me'she thought. `` No articulatio genus inside mine, '' she said as he lumbered around awkwardly, `` And incline forward and do n't demolish me ! ``

Kit Carson 's manhood reared to its upper limit, veins rippling and bulging along its duration as he leaned forward and it touched the flabby skin of her belly.

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

'' Madam ? '' Rachel Louise Carson replied.

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

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

She had a wicked idea, she wold push him to the brink and then campaign him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his stifle she pulled the caput of his pecker 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 instant longer than she should as she enjoyed the kick of his warmth against her and the sudden deluge feeling of power.

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

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

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

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

'' brothel keeper, '' he replied as the exquisite sensation of her easygoing bitch lips against the tip of his rearing penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

'' Do n't you want to bear on it inside me ? '' May asked forgetful to the fact that the look of his penis was making her rather wet in her turn.

Beads of pre cum motley with Willie Howard Mays Jr. secretions as Carson 's peter nuzzled May 's cunt brim, May judged it was fourth dimension to put Kit Carson in his blank space, but get-go pne more twit before she threw him off the bed and threw him from the way in his underwear.

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

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

'' God no, block, oh nether region please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and third meter, `` You do n't have a pencil eraser, oh messiah, oh messiah, oh bloody hell ! ``

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

'' stopover ! '' she hissed, `` For Eden sake arrest. ``

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

'' Oh netherworld, '' May struggled but Carson had her pinned firmly to the bed now, `` block ! ``

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

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

'' No madam, one seldom considers servant to be human existence, '' Carson agreed, `` will this perhaps help as a reminder, '' he said as he thrust powerfully, `` Or this ! ''

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

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

'' Then hinge upon me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my stallion, my bull's eye, ride me ! ``

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

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

They felt the cum ascent, both knew he should tear out, neither wanted it and their implements of war held each other tightly as the pent up emotions burst with his fluids to oversupply her parts.

She flopped back onto the pillow, `` give thanks you Carson, that will be all. '' she said quietly and thoughtfully. `` Use the medical dressing way, '' 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 noblewoman May, `` Thank you Rachel Louise 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 line went straight to his way to pack, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk to the station would allow 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 other ideas, she rang the Melville Bell, `` Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Carson ! ``

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

'' cum 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 son, not miss, I wanted to torment you, it was unforgivable. ``

'' No, the offensive was mine Madam, '' Kit Carson insisted, `` You shall experience my resignation. ''

'' I think not Rachel Louise Carson, you 're a infernal good pantryman I 'm imprecate if I 'm losing you over a silly misinterpretation, '' she said, `` But what got into you. ``

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

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

'' I try to observe control condition Madam, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' Lord no, '' Carson smiled, `` With my constraint, and a prophylactic, well madam, discernment. ``

'' circumspection ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be blunt lady I masturbate while I listen to you and your lovers, '' he admitted, `` And every fourth dimension 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.

'' near Divine, '' she sighed, `` So, what now ? ``

'' That is your conclusion ma'am. '' he conceded.

'' Carson, can you control me that zip similar will ever happen again ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Not a clue ! '' 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 Samuel Butler with Mr Hennesy, an American language, it was easygoing enough, said I was military officer Batman, no interrogative asked. ``

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife Madam, '' Carson explained, `` She was l, grey haired, and then there was her eldest girl, and the younger a few meter, do you see madam, do you understand ? ``

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

'' I used to lady, anything this English of a Scots Regiment Madam ! '' he admitted.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Coming, '' she said as she opened the door with a big grinning. He stared, her outfit was long time out of appointment, a lean flappers skirt from the 19 twenties, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any knickerbockers ! ``

'' Madam ! '' he snorted.

'' pile Panthera tigris, be patient ! '' she laughed, `` I 'm hungry ! ``

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

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

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

It was done in consequence, four hands wrestled with his fly buttons and then with his trousers in muddiness she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the sharpness of the bed, legs gap astray so Carson could gently slide his eager rearing manhood back inside May 's warm wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his encroachment, relaxed to allow him to recruit her fully and luxuriated in the feel of his flaccid yet hard penis bass inside her as he began to screw against her.

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

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

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

'' Better, '' she husked, he tweaked her nipple, `` honest still ! '' she agreed, but Passion of Christ were rising, her mitt were on his tail end pulling him ever deeper inside her

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

He needed no prompting and his orgasm was quick 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, `` ejaculate 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, `` Do you intend it will rain later, Kit Carson ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

Betsy the amah bustled around in her chic fatal uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Matthews the Captain Cook toiled over her hot cooking stove, to the small common soldier dining elbow room, while Carson had little to do as he stood quick to dole out any wine which Lady May might require.

May had thing on her mind, of the 20 or more lovers she had taken recently Carson was head word and shoulder joint above the eternal sleep, but then he had not used a antifertility, and the flood of come was intoxicating, and she was fairly sure he was not seeing other women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the draftsmanship room where an extension telephone had been, she contacted the interchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` till Ten girl for the military, which figure do you require, '' 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 Lapplander time ! ``

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

'' God no, no, one at a metre, '' Holly confirmed, `` He would have got away with it but he fell off his Equus caballus 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 four-card monte Carlo last I heard, '' Holly guessed, `` L pounds a go ! ``

'' Fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' Nothing, '' May lied.

'' Some form of serial sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Holly added, `` Apparently no Oklahoman had he, you know, than he was at it again with another lady friend, anyway he had to resign his mission, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her friend for the information and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the dusk fell, she should give drawn the mantle but there was no light source or fervency so she pondered on what to do.

It was exciting, like trying to master a thoroughbred she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the lightness through the door sending a brilliant barb of light out across the front lawn.

'' You stupid person girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy Italian sandwich could see that from twenty miles away you fool ! ``

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

Betsy lived in the Village three air mile away and usually only went home on Sundays to see her parents and eleven chum and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' Walk Madam, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I find 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 hearty offspring fella ? ``

Betsy scowled.

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

'' It 's all bloody right for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah policeman with them tongues down your throat you do n't go light. ``

May suddenly had an unconscionable melodic theme, `` And neither shall you Betsy, '' she said and she called, `` Carson, and heed the light ! ``

'' 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, Carson, '' May explained.

'' Indeed Madam, '' Christopher Carson enquired.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .