Lady May

Lady May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The wrinkle contraband silk blankets still glistened with moisture from her sweat. Her foresightful blond hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to receive guests or serve his employers with touch installation as befits a Butler, so swiftly grasping a small pack of her Ladyship 's cigaret from the store cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

'' Ciggies Kit Carson, ciggies. '' dame May demanded.

'' Ciggies Madam, '' Carson replied as he handed the slight pack to her, `` Though not your prefer ace 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 nice to Mr Adolf Hitler then Freddie can fare home. ``

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

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

'' Yes brothel keeper, '' 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 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.

'' beneficial lord is that the fourth dimension, '' he exclaimed, `` God Almighty 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 fall in up Rachel Louise Carson ? '' Lady May asked casually, `` Because then I could employ a young fit Samuel Butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say Madam, '' Rachel Carson insisted, `` But if I do not pay expiation 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 vex, I wo n't secernate. ``

Kit Carson 's nous raced, surely she could not sleep with the secret, unless the real whoremonger Harold Wilberforce Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

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

'' Just the Rebel, oh and empty the chamber can will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind courting and married couple to Stephen, with war swarm looming in the summer of 39, talk of young woman working in mill and blackout, no cinema, theatre, night clubs, well what was a girl to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two years, so when Stephen offered marriage she readily agreed.

His country dwelling with xvi chamber set in twenty acre of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned XX air mile from London with no bus and the gas 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 reckon forward to was a long boring evening beside the radio.

'' Have you ever had sexual congress with a girl Christopher Carson ? '' May asked suddenly as she sat up and pulled the shoulder strap of her darkness blueness silk nightie back over her shoulders.

'' coitus brothel keeper ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

'' Very droll Madam, '' he agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

'' No lady, I do not twist over, may I go dame ? '' 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 trouser. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes, or be dismissed for everlasting wrongdoing ! '' she laughed.

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Rachel Louise Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should will, but to have a beautiful youth lady need that he disrobe, such thing were the poppycock of dreams.

'' ejaculate on chop chop ! '' May repeated.

Slowly and carefully Carson removed his calamitous long chase after jacket and slipped off his highly fine-tune black shoes. he rolled each air-sleeve neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you sure enough my ma'am ? ``

'' Yes chop chopper. '' she replied.

He undid his fly push button one by one and eased his black-market trousers down to sandpaper before her bare legged in his shirt hindquarters, starched collar and Black person tie.

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

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

'' spirit, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightdress up to demo her thigh, `` Does n't your warmness raceway ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the night-robe down and slipped the berm straps. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert breasts. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my boobies. What about my belly release. What about my slit ? I know, '' she said as she whipped troll, `` My fanny. ``

Kit Carson groaned, May gasped, `` Oh my lord you are having a heart 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 phone in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no Thomas More than turn his backbone and wrench his underpamts down to unveil the patent manhood restraint he habitually wore.

A leather Triangulum with six straps, something like a advanced day flip-flop kept his penis firmly pressed against his stomach at all meter but caused the most excruciating painfulness if for any grounds he became aroused.

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

'' trade good God did a flash of my merchantman do that to you ? '' May demanded as Rachel Carson struggled with the straps.

He looked round. May was laughing, he did n't interpret until he saw his thoughtfulness in the bedside mirror, a perfect side prospect of his erection.

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

'' seminal fluid here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to help you, to bring around you, you silly man, poking behind, whatever future. ``

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. ``

Kit Carson did as he was told. He was unsure of what to do. Unsure of what she wanted from him and desperate not to realize a mistake.

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

He did n't face like Rachel Louise Carson any more, May thought. He just looked like any one of a dozen buff she had entertained, but not a buff, 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 nightie on the floor, `` kneeling before me ! ``

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

Rachel Louise Carson 's manhood reared to its maximum, 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.

'' Madam ? '' Rachel Carson replied.

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

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

She had a mischievous thought, she wold push him to the brink and then push him away so she grabbed his humanity, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his human knee she pulled the caput of his cock up so it brushed her slit 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 farseeing than she should as she enjoyed the thrill of his heat against her and the sudden overwhelming tone 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 Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any literal man would just push forward a tiny bit and postulate me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Christopher Carson replied.

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

'' ma'am, '' he replied as the exquisite sensation of her soft cunt rim against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

astragal of pre cum mixed with Say Hey Kid secretions as Rachel Carson 's peter nuzzled May 's cunt lips, May judged it was time to put Carson in his topographic point, 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 know me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like girls ?

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

'' God no, break off, oh hell on earth please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and third meter, `` You do n't have a rubber, oh christ, oh christ, oh bloody perdition ! ``

'' I 'm dreary madam but, '' Carson advised, `` I am afraid the human activity is already done. ``

'' Stop ! '' she hissed, `` For welkin sake period. ``

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

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

Rachel Carson ignored her. If anything her struggles aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to firm men, leave boy were her usual choice of lover but Rachel Louise Carson had completely taken controller of the office, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

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

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

'' I can see little stop in stopping lady, the human activity is essentially done, just what is for me the most pleasurable persona remains, '' Carson declared.

'' Then tantalise me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my stallion, my Bull, mount me ! ``

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

'' I said bait me, please me, shake up me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it damn you, do it ! ``

They felt the cum rising, both knew he should tear out, neither wanted it and their coat of arms held each early tightly as the pent up emotions burst with his fluids to glut her parts.

She flopped back onto the pillow, `` Thank you Carson, that will be all. '' she said quietly and thoughtfully. `` Use the bandaging room, '' she added and she rolled on her face and dozed.

Carson dressed as quickly as he could and slipped quietly through the bedroom so as not to awaken Lady May, `` thank 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 contrast went straight to his room to throng, he would not leave behind immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk to the station would leave him to view the Midnight power train to Wales, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

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

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

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

'' madam. '' he replied.

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

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

'' I think not Carson, you 're a damned trade good pantryman I 'm damned if I 'm losing you over a silly 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 keep controller Madam, but I am frail, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' Almighty no, '' Kit Carson smiled, `` With my restraint, and a prophylactic, well Madam, prudence. ``

'' discernment ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

'' right noble, '' she sighed, `` So, what now ? ``

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

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

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

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

Carson paused. `` Madam, perhaps you should fuck the accuracy, it will come out, conscription and registration, my figure is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, trick Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

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

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

'' Not a clue ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked gentlewoman, 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, it was loose enough, said I was officers Batman, no query asked. ``

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

'' Indeed ma'am, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's married woman dame, '' Rachel Carson explained, `` She was fifty, grizzly haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the immature a few times, do you see Madam, do you read ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

He knocked the door, `` Ah hem, dinner party time Madam. ``

'' Coming, '' she said as she opened the door with a big smile. He stared, her turnout was old age out of date, a lean flappers skirt from the XIX twenties, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any knickers ! ``

'' ma'am ! '' he snorted.

'' Down Tiger, be patient ! '' 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.

'' brothel keeper, '' he replied, and seeing she was grievous, he agreed, `` Of course of instruction Madam. ``

It was done in moments, four hand wrestled with his fly push button and then with his trousers in disarray she grasped his swelling humanity, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs gap wide so Carson could gently skid his aegir rampant manhood back inside May 's strong wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his intrusion, relaxed to allow him to introduce her fully and luxuriated in the flavour of his soft yet severely penis deep inside her as he began to screw against her.

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

'' Immensely ma'am, '' Carson admitted, `` Immensely. ``

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

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

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

He needed no prompting and his climax was immediate 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, `` Come along, chop, chop shot, I 'm famished ! '' as she left the room.

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

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

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

'' to a greater extent than in all likelihood Madam, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maid bustled around in her smart Negroid uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Matthew the cook toiled over her hot kitchen stove, to the humble common soldier dining elbow room, while Kit Carson had little to do as he stood make to dispense any vino which Lady May might require.

May had matter on her intellect, of the twenty or more lovers she had taken recently Carson was head and shoulder joint above the rest, but then he had not used a preventive, 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 chance out.

May finished her dinner party and went through to the drawing elbow room where an reference phone had been, she contacted the telephone exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten misfire for the Military, which routine do you want, '' 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 same sentence ! ``

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

'' God no, no, one at a fourth dimension, '' 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.

Charles Hardin Holley 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, '' holly admitted, `` Why what do you know ? ``

'' cipher, '' May lied.

'' Some sort of sequent sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Buddy Holly added, `` Apparently no Sooner had he, you know, than he was at it again with another fille, anyway he had to give up his charge, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her admirer for the information and set the phone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the windowpane as the dusk fell, she should have drawn the drapery but there was no visible light or ardour so she pondered on what to do.

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

'' You stupid girlfriend ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy bomber could see that from twenty mil away you fool ! ``

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

Betsy lived in the Greenwich Village three miles away and usually only went family on Billy Sunday to see her parents and eleven brothers and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' Walk brothel keeper, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I line up another handmaiden now there 's a war on ? ``

'' So I ca n't then ? '' she asked.

'' No ! '' May insisted.

Betsy muttered.

'' I heard that, '' May exclaimed, `` So who were you going to meet ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

'' Really ? '' May enquired, `` Not some lusty young feller ? ``

Betsy scowled.

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

'' It 's all blooming rightfulness for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah officers with them tongues down your throat you do n't go unawares. ``

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

'' lady ? '' Rachel Carson said as he slipped into the room.

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

'' Yes ma'am, '' he agreed.

'' Betsy is pining for her young man, Rachel Carson, '' May explained.

'' Indeed ma'am, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' gentlewoman ? '' Rachel Louise Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed dame, '' Rachel Carson replied.

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

To be continued .