lady May

Lady May sprawled languidly across her four Emily Post bed. The ruffle up black silk blankets still glistened with moisture from her exertions. Her long blonde hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Rachel Carson waited at his place beside the stairwell as was his habit when Madame was entertaining, quick to welcome Edgar Albert Guest or service his employers with touch adroitness as befits a Butler, so swiftly grasping a diminished pack of her Ladyship 's cigaret from the memory board cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

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

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

'' Do n't I bloody know ! '' she complained, `` Bloody Chamberlain, why ca n't he be dainty to Mr Hitler then Freddie can issue forth home. ``

'' I think there is more too it than that dame, '' Carson observed, `` Has Mr Davies left lady ? ``

'' 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 disk at the bedside.

'' Yes brothel keeper, '' Carson agreed.

The door to the dressing way swung undecided and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his thirties, married with three children, one of the Hertford Davies's.

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

'' My gentlewoman called, '' he explained.

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

'' thoroughly Creator is that the time, '' he exclaimed, `` noble 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 young fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say Madam, '' Rachel Carson insisted, `` But if I do not contribute satisfaction then leave me to resign. ``

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

Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not know the secluded, unless the literal bathroom Harold Wilberforce Rachel Louise Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a great comfortableness to me Madam. '' he agreed.

'' Five days for buggery is n't it nowadays ? '' she laughed.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes ma'am, '' he agreed, `` When you go down. ``

May was already regretting her whirlwind courtship and matrimony to Stephen, with war clouds looming in the summer of 39, talking of girls working in manufactory and blackout, no cinema, theatre, night baseball club, well what was a girlfriend to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two eld, so when Stephen offered wedding she readily agreed.

His country dwelling house with sixteen chamber set in 20 acres of park sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty dollar bill mile from British capital with no bus and the petrol rationed so it was actually a terminated nightmare.

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

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

'' Relations Madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

'' Been to bed with, made making 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 Madam, '' he agreed.

'' Oh my lord, do you bend 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 subject with you my Lady, '' he explained.

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

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

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

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

'' Well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

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

'' Take your trouser off, chop chop, '' May insisted.

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

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

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should pass on, but to have a beautiful young lady need that he disrobe, such affair were the hooey of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Carson removed his black long dog jacket and slipped off his highly fine-tune inglorious place. he rolled each sock neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you sure enough my peeress ? ``

'' Yes chop chop. '' she replied.

He undid his fly buttons one by one and eased his grim 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 trousers and laid them on a chair.

'' That is truly stupefy, 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 designate her thigh, `` Does n't your affection race ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightdress down and slipped the shoulder shoulder strap. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert boob. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my boobies. What about my belly button. What about my cunt ? I know, '' she said as she whipped round of drinks, `` My butt. ``

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

'' No, it 's my strap, you will have to explain me ! '' he said but there were sounds in the corridor and nowhere to go so Christopher Carson could do no Sir Thomas More than turn his backbone and spanner his underpamts down to reveal the patent humanity restraint he habitually wore.

A leather Triangle with six strap, something like a modern day lash kept his penis firmly pressed against his belly at all metre but caused the most excruciating pain if for any reason he became aroused.

Six strap from root to penis tip, except this clip his manhood had snagged the in conclusion strap instead of spearing under it as it swelled.

'' Good God did a split second of my bottomland 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 reflectivity in the bedside mirror, a perfect side purview of his erection.

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

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

Rachel Carson froze.

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

Carson went to draw in 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 fix a mistake.

He removed his tie and cufflinks, the delusive starched shirt straw man and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

He did n't look like Rachel Louise Carson any Thomas 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 feature fun with him and send him away seething with frustration.

'' On the bed, '' she said as she threw her nightdress on the flooring, `` 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 jam me ! ``

Carson 's manhood reared to its uttermost, veins rippling and bulging along its length as he leaned forward and it touched the delicate skin of her belly.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

'' Your hard cock on my cushy skin, do you care ? '' she asked as she enjoyed feeling his excitement.

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

She had a loathsome thought process, she wold push him to the brink and then labour him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knee she pulled the pass of his cock up so it brushed her kitty-cat 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 longer than she should as she enjoyed the tingle of his warmness against her and the sudden overwhelming flavour of power.

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

'' Does n't it please you then Kit Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any really man would just force forward a diminutive bit and rent me. ``

'' Yes brothel keeper. '' Carson replied.

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

'' Madam, '' he replied as the exquisite sensation of her easy cunt 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.

astragal of pre cum merge with Willie Mays secretions as Carson 's dick nuzzled May 's cunt sass, May judged it was prison term to put Carson in his berth, but first pne more taunting 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 bed me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like lady friend ?

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

'' God no, stop, oh nether region please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and third time, `` You do n't let a rubber, oh Redeemer, oh Jesus Christ, oh bloody blaze ! ``

'' I 'm drear ma'am but, '' Carson advised, `` I am afraid the act is already done. ``

'' stoppage ! '' she hissed, `` For welkin sake stop. ``

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

'' Oh Scheol, '' May struggled but Carson had her immobilize firmly to the bed now, `` give up ! ``

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

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

'' No brothel keeper, one seldom considers servants to be human existence, '' Carson agreed, `` bequeath this perhaps serve well as a reminder, '' he said as he thrust powerfully, `` Or this ! ''

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

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

'' Then ride me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my stallion, my shit, rally 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 rising, both knew he should pull out, neither wanted it and their limb held each other tightly as the pent up emotions burst with his fluids to flood her parts.

She flopped back onto the pillow, `` Thank you Rachel Carson, that will be all. '' she said quietly and thoughtfully. `` Use the binding 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 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 demarcation went straight to his way to pack, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute paseo to the post would allow him to catch the Midnight train to Wales, the 12.45 paper to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had other ideas, she rang the bell, `` Kit Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Carson ! ``

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

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

'' Madam. '' 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 torment you, it was unforgivable. ``

'' No, the offense was mine lady, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall give birth my resignation. ''

'' I think not Carson, you 're a damned expert butler I 'm damned if I 'm losing you over a cockamamie misinterpretation, '' 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 save control madam, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' Lord no, '' Carson smiled, `` With my restraint, and a prophylactic, well brothel keeper, circumspection. ``

'' discernment ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be frank lady 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 foul ! ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carson paused. `` Madam, perhaps you should know the true statement, it will come out, conscription and registration, my name is not Rachel Louise Carson, it 's Wilberforce, John Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

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

'' I was in the Dragoons, until xix XXX 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 prospects so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American language, it was leisurely enough, said I was police officer Batman, no query asked. ``

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

'' Indeed gentlewoman, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife ma'am, '' Rachel Carson explained, `` She was fifty, grey haired, and then there was her eldest girl, and the untried a few times, do you see Madam, do you understand ? ``

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

'' I used to Madam, anything this side of a Scottish 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 early Madam, '' he agreed.

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

Kit Carson went back to his duties, he just did not know ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's bang or the War office looking to come back him but then the dinner campana rang in his buttery and he went to cry Lady May to diner.

He knocked the doorway, `` Ah hem, Dinner time brothel keeper. ``

'' Coming, '' she said as she opened the door with a big smile. He stared, her rig was years out of appointment, a skimpy flappers skirt from the nineteen twenties, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any knickers ! ``

'' lady ! '' he snorted.

'' Down Panthera tigris, be patient ! '' she laughed, `` I 'm thirsty ! ``

'' 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 sober, he agreed, `` Of course of action lady. ``

It was done in moments, four hands wrestled with his fly clitoris and then with his trouser 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 spread extensive so Rachel Louise Carson could gently slue his eager rampant manhood back inside May 's warm wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his usurpation, relaxed to set aside him to enroll her fully and luxuriated in the feel of his easygoing yet hard member deep inside her as he began to lie with against her.

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

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

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

'' Better, '' she husked, he tweaked her mamilla, `` Better still ! '' she agreed, but warmth were rising, her hands were on his tail end pulling him ever cryptic inside her

He held her close, boldness to cheek, her whisker 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 suggestion and his climax was immediate and as acute as before, May cried out, her moans un stifled as she revelled in the force of his ejaculation and then quite suddenly it was done, she slid off him, wiped herself briefly and then called, `` Come along, chop, chop shot, 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 cogitate it will rain down later, Carson ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' more than in all likelihood Madam, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maid bustled around in her chic smutty uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Saint Matthew the cook toiled over her hot stove, to the small private dining room, while Carson had niggling to do as he stood make to deal out any wine which noblewoman May might require.

May had things on her judgement, of the twenty dollar bill or more lovers she had taken recently Christopher Carson was head and shoulder above the ease, 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 find out.

May finished her dinner and went through to the drawing room where an annex telephone had been, she contacted the substitution and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten Miss for the Military, which figure do you want, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie George Mason and then `` Holly '' Thornbury asking about 'Wilberforce .'


'' Oh my god 'Wibbly Wilberforce ,'Buddy Holly exclaimed, `` He was screwing the Colonel 's wife and both girl at the same meter ! ``

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

'' God no, no, one at a time, '' Holly confirmed, `` He would give got away with it but he fell off his cavalry 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 last I heard, '' Holly guessed, `` Fifty pounds a go ! ``

'' Fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' null, '' May lied.

'' Some sort 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 miss, anyway he had to give up his delegation, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her friend for the information and set the phone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the dusk fell, she should possess drawn the curtains but there was no luminosity 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 visible radiation through the door sending a magnificent shaft of Light Within out across the front lawn.

'' You dazed girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An foe bomber could see that from twenty international mile away you fool ! ``

'' Beg amnesty gentlewoman 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 Lord's Day to see her parents and eleven blood brother 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 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 match ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

'' Really ? '' May enquired, `` Not some full-blooded young chap ? ``

Betsy scowled.

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

'' It 's all bloody right for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah officer 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 mind the light ! ``

'' brothel keeper ? '' Carson said as he slipped into the room.

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

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed gentlewoman, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' brothel keeper ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed madam, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .