dame May

madam May sprawled languidly across her four military post bed. The rumpled black silk blankets still glistened with wet from her exertions. Her yearn blonde hair's-breadth 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, quick to welcome node or serve his employers with equalise facility as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a minor pack of her Ladyship 's cigaret from the storage cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

'' Ciggies Rachel Louise Carson, ciggies. '' noblewoman May demanded.

'' Ciggies Madam, '' Carson replied as he handed the slim pack 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 Neville Chamberlain, why ca n't he be squeamish to Mr Der Fuhrer then Freddie can come home. ``

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

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

'' Yes Madam, '' Carson agreed.

The room access to the dressing room swung candid and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his 1930s, 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.

'' thoroughly lord is that the sentence, '' he exclaimed, `` Lord supposed to be at the war ministry by Two, must dash. '' and he rushed away slamming the threshold 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, '' 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 worry, I wo n't tell. ``

Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not know the secret, unless the literal John Harold Wilberforce Carson had returned from the States, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

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

'' Five yr 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 Reb, oh and empty the sleeping accommodation pots will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind suit and marriage to Stephen, with war cloud looming in the summer of 39, talk of lady friend working in manufacturing plant and blackout, no movie theater, field of operations, 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 married couple 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 miles 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 front forward to was a farsighted boring evening beside the radio.

'' Have you ever had coition with a girl Christopher Carson ? '' May asked suddenly as she sat up and pulled the shoulder strap of her dour blue silk night-robe back over her shoulders.

'' Relations gentlewoman ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

'' Very droll Madam, '' he agreed.

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

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

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

'' I am not prepared to discuss personal matters with you my ma'am, '' he explained.

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

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

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

'' ma'am ! '' Carson protested, `` Some decorousness please. ``

'' well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

'' I do n't trust you, '' she said, `` Take off your trouser. ``

'' I beg your pardon brothel keeper ? '' Carson retorted.

'' take aim your trouser off, chopper chop shot, '' May insisted.

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

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

'' What wrongdoing ? '' he demanded.

'' Oh, I 'll think of something, and your cap, '' she added, `` And brake shoe and wind cone. ``

Kit Carson stared, it was completely usurious, he should leave, but to have a beautiful new lady demand that he strip down, such things were the hooey of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Carson removed his black long tag jacket and slipped off his highly round off black brake shoe. he rolled each sock neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you sure my Lady ? ``

'' Yes chop chop. '' she replied.

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

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

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

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

She smoothed the gown down and slipped the shoulder strap. The nightie fell to her waist revealing her pert tit. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my dope. What about my belly button. What about my puss ? I know, '' she said as she whipped round, `` My bottom. ``

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

'' No, it 's my strap, you will induce to excuse me ! '' he said but there were sound in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no more than rick his backrest and wrench his underpamts down to reveal the patent of invention manhood control he habitually wore.

A leather Triangulum with six straps, something like a modern day thong kept his phallus firmly pressed against his stomach at all times but caused the most agonising pain if for any reason he became aroused.

Six shoulder strap from ancestor to penis tip, except this time his manhood had snagged the live on strap instead of spearing under it as it swelled.

'' Good God did a flash of my bottom 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 expression in the bedside mirror, a unadulterated English purview 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 cure you, you silly man, poking bottom, whatever next. ``

Christopher Carson froze.

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

Carson went to pull his bloomers up but May intervened, `` No gasp, on the bed, oh and strike 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 prepare a mistake.

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

He did n't depend like Christopher Carson any more, May thought. He just looked like any one of a dozen 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 knees inside mine, '' she said as he lumbered around awkwardly, `` And tilt forward and do n't vanquish me ! ``

Christopher Carson 's humanity reared to its utmost, veins rippling and bulging along its length as he leaned forward and it touched the subdued skin of her belly.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

'' Your hard tool on my gentle hide, do you like ? '' she asked as she enjoyed feeling his excitement.

'' If it pleases you Madam then I am subject matter, '' he replied.

She had a repellent mentation, 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 stifle she pulled the head of his putz up so it brushed her snatch lips.

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

May held him there a second longer than she should as she enjoyed the shiver of his heat against her and the sudden overwhelming feeling 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 real man would just crowd forward a tiny bit and select me. ``

'' Yes ma'am. '' Kit Carson replied.

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

'' madam, '' he replied as the recherche sensation of her soft pussy sassing against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

Beads of pre cum mixed with Say Hey Kid secretions as Carson 's hammer nuzzled May 's cunt lip, May judged it was clip to put Carson in his place, but first pne more taunt 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 love me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like young woman ?

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

'' God no, end, oh netherworld please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a indorsement and thirdly metre, `` You do n't have a pencil eraser, oh christ, oh christ, oh bloody hell ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' I can see petty point in stopping lady, the deed of conveyance is essentially done, just what is for me the most enjoyable part remains, '' Carson declared.

'' Then ride me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my entire, my crap, turn on me ! ``

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

'' I said sit me, delight me, excite me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it damn you, do it ! ``

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

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

Rachel Louise Carson dressed as quickly as he could and slipped quietly through the bedroom so as not to waken ma'am May, `` give thanks 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 contrast went straight to his room to pack, he would not get out immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walkway to the station would allow him to hitch the Midnight gear to Cymru, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had former melodic theme, she rang the bell, `` Rachel Louise Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Rachel Louise Carson ! ``

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

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

'' dame. '' he replied.

'' For my persona, I must apologise, '' she said awkwardly, `` I really thought, that, you know, you liked boys, not little girl, I wanted to rag you, it was unforgivable. ``

'' No, the offence was mine ma'am, '' Kit Carson insisted, `` You shall have my resignation. ''

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

'' The truth Madam ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to hold open dominance lady, but I am feeble, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' Lord no, '' Rachel Carson smiled, `` With my control, and a prophylactic, well dame, discretion. ``

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be frank madam I masturbate while I listen to you and your lover, '' he admitted, `` And every prison term 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.

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

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

'' Carson, can you assure me that cipher similar will ever go on again ? '' she asked.

'' Alas no, '' Carson admitted, `` A individual signaling and I should be upon you now Madam. ``

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

Carson paused. `` madam, perhaps you should know the truth, it will come out, selective service and enrolment, my name is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, John Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

'' And that should have in mind something ? '' she said.

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

'' Not a clew ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked gentlewoman, caught in flagrante with the Colonel 's married woman, '' he explained, `` Ostracised by my friend, no money, no prospects so took up as a Butler with Mr Hennesy, an American, it was easily enough, said I was ship's officer Batman, no question asked. ``

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife Madam, '' Kit Carson explained, `` She was 50, grayish haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the youthful a few times, do you see dame, do you understand ? ``

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

'' I used to dame, 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 dame, just so we understand each other Madam, '' he agreed.

'' Absolutely Carson, '' ma'am May agreed, `` Long wench and bustles for me from now on Carson, now about your business ! ``

Carson went back to his duties, he just did not be intimate ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's knock or the War office looking to think him but then the dinner doorbell rang in his pantry and he went to call lady May to diner.

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

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

'' lady ! '' 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 wicked way but hurry up ! '' and she went back to her bed.

'' dame, '' he replied, and seeing she was serious, he agreed, `` Of course of action lady. ``

It was done in instant, four hands wrestled with his fly buttons 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 spread head wide so Carson could gently slither his eager rampant manhood back inside May 's warm wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his intrusion, relaxed to allow him to come in her fully and luxuriated in the feeling of his gentle yet heavily phallus deep inside her as he began to screw against her.

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

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

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

'' Better, '' she husked, he tweaked her nipple, `` well still ! '' she agreed, but cacoethes were rising, her helping hand were on his tail end pulling him ever deeper inside her

He held her conclusion, boldness to cheek, her tomentum tickled against him as he humped her, `` Twice, '' she said, `` This is very bright Kit Carson but hastiness or we 'll be late for dinner. ``

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, I 'm esurient ! '' as she left the room.

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

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

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

'' Sir Thomas More than in all probability madam, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maid bustled around in her smart nigrify uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Matthews the James Cook toiled over her hot kitchen stove, to the small common soldier dining room, while Carson had little to do as he stood cook to mete out any wine-colored which peeress May might require.

May had things on her mind, of the twenty or Sir Thomas More fan she had taken recently Christopher Carson was read/write head and shoulders above the remainder, 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 find oneself out.

May finished her dinner and went through to the draught room where an extension service phone had been, she contacted the exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten missy for the Military, which number do you involve, '' 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 girl at the Lapp clip ! ``

'' What at once, a threesome ? '' May asked and 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 gymnastic 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 hearsay, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in monte Carlo last-place I heard, '' Buddy Holly guessed, `` Fifty pounds a go ! ``

'' Fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' Nothing, '' 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 missy, anyway he had to resign his delegacy, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her protagonist for the information and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the dusk fell, she should have drawn the drape but there was no luminousness or fervour so she pondered on what to do.

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

'' You stupid young lady ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy wedge could see that from twenty stat mi away you fool ! ``

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

Betsy lived in the Village three land mile away and usually only went domicile on Sundays to see her parents and 11 brothers and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' Walk 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 fulfil ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

'' Really ? '' May enquired, `` Not some red-blooded young blighter ? ``

Betsy scowled.

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

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

May suddenly had an outrageous approximation, `` And neither shall you Betsy, '' she said and she called, `` Carson, and mind the brightness level ! ``

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

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

'' Yes brothel keeper, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed lady, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed dame, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .