Lady May

Lady May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The rumpled disastrous silk blankets still glistened with moisture from her effort. Her long blonde hairsbreadth splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Kit Carson waited at his place beside the stairwell as was his habit when Madame was entertaining, ready to receive invitee or serve his employers with equal adeptness as befits a Butler, so swiftly grasping a small camp of her Ladyship 's butt from the storehouse closet he strode away down the corridor.

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

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

'' Ciggies Madam, '' Rachel Carson replied as he handed the slim pack to her, `` Though not your privilege single 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 Hitler then Freddie can get along home. ``

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

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

'' Yes madam, '' Rachel Carson agreed.

The room access to the binding room swung receptive and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Sir Humphrey Davy 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.

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

'' Why do n't you fall in 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 lady, '' Kit Carson insisted, `` But if I do not establish satisfaction then provide me to resign. ``

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

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

'' That is a heavy puff to me Madam. '' 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.

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

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

'' Just the Johnny, oh and evacuate the chamber quite a little will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind suit and marriage to Stephen, with war clouds looming in the summer of 39, talk of the town of girls working in manufacturing plant and blackout, no film, theatre, night clubs, well what was a daughter 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 home base with sixteen bedrooms set in twenty Accho of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retirement it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned 20 miles from London with no bus and the gasoline 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 look forward to was a long boring even beside the radio.

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

'' sexual relation ma'am ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

'' Very droll Madam, '' he agreed.

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

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

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

'' I am not prepared to discuss personal matter with you my lady, '' he explained.

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

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

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

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

'' Well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

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

'' contain your Trousers off, chopper chop, '' May insisted.

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

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

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should entrust, but to throw a beautiful Loretta Young peeress demand that he uncase, such things were the clobber of dreams.

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

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

'' Yes chopper chop. '' she replied.

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

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

'' That is truly flummox, insulting even, '' May exclaimed, `` Are you not the to the lowest degree bit excited ? '' she asked as she looked for Rachel Carson 's erection.

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

She smoothed the nightie down and slipped the articulatio humeri shoulder strap. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert bosom. Christopher 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, `` My bottom. ``

Christopher 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 straps, you will have to excuse me ! '' he said but there were sound in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no more than than twist his rachis and wrench his underpamts down to unveil the letters patent manhood simplicity he habitually wore.

A leather triangle with six shoulder strap, something like a modern day lash kept his penis firmly pressed against his venter at all prison term but caused the most torturing pain if for any reason he became aroused.

Six shoulder strap from ascendant to penis tip, except this sentence his manhood had snagged the last strap instead of spearing under it as it swelled.

'' trade good God did a instant of my buns 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 reflection in the bedside mirror, a perfect incline prospect of his erection.

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

'' seed here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to serve you, to cure you, you silly man, poking can, whatever succeeding. ``

Carson froze.

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

Christopher Carson went to pull his bloomers up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and engage that derisory shirt off. ``

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

He removed his tie and cufflinks, the assumed starched shirt battlefront and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

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

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

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

Christopher Carson 's manhood reared to its maximum, veins rippling and bulging along its distance as he leaned forward and it touched the diffuse skin of her belly.

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

'' madam ? '' Christopher Carson replied.

'' Your surd rooster on my flabby pelt, do you care ? '' she asked as she enjoyed feeling his excitement.

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

She had a wicked thought, she wold push button him to the verge and then agitate him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his genu she pulled the head of his cock up so it brushed her twat lips.

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

May held him there a second yearner than she should as she enjoyed the thrill of his lovingness 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 crusade forward a bantam bit and use up me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

'' Are you a man Carson ? '' she joked, tormenting him, `` Just a minuscule get-up-and-go, I 'm waiting. ``

'' Madam, '' he replied as the exquisite sensation of her soft puss lips against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

Beads of pre cum merge with Mays secernment as Carson 's prick nuzzled May 's cunt lips, May judged it was time to put Carson in his berth, but first pne more twit before she threw him off the bed and threw him from the elbow room in his underwear.

'' Do n't you want to push it inside me, do n't you want to have sex me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like miss ?

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

'' God no, stop, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and third clip, `` You do n't have a rubber, oh christ, oh christ, oh bloody hell ! ``

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

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

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

'' Oh hell, '' May struggled but Christopher Carson had her pin firmly to the bed now, `` arrest ! ``

Carson ignored her. If anything her conflict aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to inviolable men, leave boy were her usual pick of buff but Rachel Louise Carson had completely taken dominance 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 Madam, one seldom considers servants to be human beings, '' Rachel Carson agreed, `` leave this perhaps serve 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 point in stopping Madam, the deed is essentially done, just what is for me the most enjoyable part remains, '' Carson declared.

'' Then drive me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my Stallion, my pig, ride me ! ``

'' brothel keeper ? '' he queried.

'' I said ride me, please me, sex me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it damn you, do it ! ``

They felt the cum rise, 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 Kit Carson, that will be all. '' she said quietly and thoughtfully. `` Use the salad 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 wake lady May, `` Thank you Christopher Carson, that will be all for now, '' she giggled and she rolled over again feeling pleasantly satisfied, and only the slightest bit guilty.

Rachel Carson by contrast went straight to his room to wad, he would not give immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk to the station would provide him to catch the Midnight power train to Wales, the 12.45 paper to Pontypool route via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had other theme, she rang the ship's bell, `` Rachel Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Carson ! ``

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

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

'' Madam. '' he replied.

'' For my part, I must justify, '' she said awkwardly, `` I really thought, that, you know, you liked boy, not fille, I wanted to torture you, it was inexcusable. ``

'' No, the offense was mine madam, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall hold my resignation. ''

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

'' The Sojourner Truth Madam ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to keep control ma'am, but I am weakly, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

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

'' delicacy ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be frank ma'am I masturbate while I listen to you and your lovers, '' he admitted, `` And every sentence I wanted to be the one pleasuring you ! ``

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

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

'' ripe Maker, '' she sighed, `` So, what now ? ``

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

'' Christopher Carson, can you ensure me that nil similar will ever bechance again ? '' she asked.

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

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

Carson paused. `` Madam, perhaps you should know the truth, it will add up out, conscription and registration, my name is not Kit Carson, it 's Wilberforce, John Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

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

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

'' Not a cue ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked brothel keeper, caught in flagrante with the Colonel 's married woman, '' he explained, `` Ostracised by my Quaker, no money, no prospect so took up as a pantryman with Mr Hennesy, an American, it was easy enough, said I was officer Batman, no questions asked. ``

'' And Hennesy gave you the acknowledgment when he went back to the land ? '' she asked.

'' Indeed Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife ma'am, '' Carson explained, `` She was fifty, grey haired, and then there was her firstborn daughter, and the younger a few times, do you see gentlewoman, do you sympathise ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

Kit Carson went back to his duties, he just did not have intercourse ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's bang or the War office looking to retrieve him but then the dinner party bell shape rang in his buttery and he went to call Lady May to diner.

He knocked the door, `` Ah hem, dinner prison term ma'am. ``

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

'' Madam ! '' he snorted.

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

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

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

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

It was done in moments, four hands wrestled with his fly button and then with his trouser in disarray she grasped his swelling humanness, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide-cut so Carson could gently slew his eager rampant manhood back inside May 's warm wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his usurpation, relaxed to allow him to recruit her fully and luxuriated in the feel of his balmy yet hard penis deep inside her as he began to hump against her.

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

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

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

'' Better, '' she husked, he tweaked her pap, `` Better still ! '' she agreed, but love were rising, her workforce were on his buttocks pulling him ever thick inside her

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

He needed no prompting and his climax was contiguous and as intense as before, May cried out, her groan un stifled as she revelled in the force of his ejaculation and then quite suddenly it was done, she slid off him, wiped herself briefly and then called, `` Come along, chop, 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 think it will rain later, Christopher Carson ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

Betsy the housemaid bustled around in her chic pitch-dark uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Gospel According to Matthew the cook toiled over her hot stove, to the minor common soldier dining way, while Kit Carson had piddling to do as he stood quick to deal out any wine which ma'am May might require.

May had things on her mind, of the twenty or more lovers she had taken recently Carson was oral sex and shoulders above the rest, but then he had not used a rubber, and the flood of come was intoxicating, and she was fairly for sure he was not seeing other women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the drawing way where an file name extension telephone had been, she contacted the exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten girl for the armed forces, which number do you demand, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie A. E. W. Mason and then `` Holly '' Thornbury asking about 'Wilberforce .'


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

'' What at once, a 3 ? '' 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 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 rumour, '' 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 ? ``

'' nothing, '' May lied.

'' Some sort of in series sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' holly added, `` Apparently no sooner had he, you know, than he was at it again with another young lady, anyway he had to resign his committee, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her Quaker for the information and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the dusk fell, she should hold drawn the pall but there was no sparkle or ardor so she pondered on what to do.

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

'' You stupid girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy grinder could see that from twenty stat mi 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 Greenwich Village three miles away and usually only went dwelling house on Sundays to see her parents and eleven chum and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' pass 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 meet ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

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

Betsy scowled.

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

'' It 's all blinking right wing for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah military officer with them tongues down your pharynx you do n't go short. ``

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

'' ma'am ? '' 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 swain, Carson, '' May explained.

'' Indeed lady, '' Rachel Carson enquired.

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

'' ma'am ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed madam, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .