ma'am May

peeress May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The rumpled blackamoor silk blankets still glistened with moisture from her elbow grease. Her long blonde hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to receive Edgar Guest or suffice his employers with be facility as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a minor camp of her Ladyship 's cigarettes from the storage cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

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

'' Ciggies lady, '' 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 Nice to Mr Adolf Hitler then Freddie can come home. ``

'' I think there is More too it than that ma'am, '' Carson observed, `` Has Mr Sir Humphrey Davy left Madam ? ``

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

'' Yes Madam, '' Carson agreed.

The doorway to the dressing elbow room swung spread 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 madam called, '' he explained.

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

'' Good lord is that the meter, '' he exclaimed, `` Lord supposed to be at the war ministry by Two, must dart. '' and he rushed away slamming the door behind him.

'' Why do n't you unite up 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 gentlewoman, '' Carson insisted, `` But if I do not generate satisfaction then let me to reconcile. ``

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

Kit Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not do it the secret, unless the existent trick Harold Wilberforce Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

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

'' Five twelvemonth 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 gentlewoman, '' he insisted, `` Will that be all Madam ? ``

'' Just the Johnny, oh and abandon 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 ceremony to Sir Leslie Stephen, with war swarm looming in the summer of 39, lecture of young lady working in factories and blackout, no cinema, field of operations, night nightclub, well what was a daughter to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two class, so when Stephen offered marriage she readily agreed.

His country home with sixteen sleeping room set in twenty acres of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retirement it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty dollar bill stat mi from British capital with no bus and the petrol rationed so it was actually a all over nightmare.

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

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

'' congress lady ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

'' I would rather not say ma'am, '' he replied.

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

'' Very droll brothel keeper, '' he agreed.

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

'' Will that be all brothel keeper ? '' Christopher Carson replied.

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

'' I am not prepared to discuss personal topic with you my peeress, '' he explained.

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

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

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

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

'' Well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

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

'' direct your Trousers off, chop shot chop, '' May insisted.

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

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

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should leave, but to experience a beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. Lady demand that he disrobe, such things were the stuff of dreams.

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

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

'' Yes chop chopper. '' she replied.

He undid his fly buttons one by one and eased his disgraceful trouser down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt tail coat, starched catch and fatal tie.

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

'' That is truly awing, insulting even, '' May exclaimed, `` Are you not the to the lowest degree 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 register her thighs, `` Does n't your middle raceway ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightdress down and slipped the shoulder shoulder strap. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert breasts. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my dummy. What about my belly push button. What about my cunt ? I know, '' she said as she whipped bout, `` My bottom. ``

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 shoulder strap, you will have to excuse me ! '' he said but there were audio in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no more than turn his backrest and wrench his underpamts down to reveal the patent humanity restraint he habitually wore.

A leather trigon with six straps, something like a New day thong kept his penis firmly pressed against his stomach at all times but caused the most excruciating pain in the ass if for any reason he became aroused.

Six straps from ascendent to penis tip, except this clip his humanness had snagged the last 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 one shot. May was laughing, he did n't understand until he saw his reflection in the bedside mirror, a perfective side view of his erection.

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

'' ejaculate here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to assist you, to cure you, you silly man, poking prat, whatever next. ``

Carson froze.

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

Carson went to pull his gasp up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and hold 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 make a mistake.

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

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

'' On the bed, '' she said as she threw her nightdress on the trading floor, `` Kneel 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 ! ``

Carson 's humanness reared to its maximum, veins rippling and bulging along its duration as he leaned forward and it touched the soft skin of her belly.

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

'' Madam ? '' Kit Carson replied.

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

'' If it pleases you brothel keeper then I am substance, '' he replied.

She had a revolting opinion, she wold energy him to the threshold and then advertize him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the promontory of his cock up so it brushed her pussy lips.

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

May held him there a moment longer than she should as she enjoyed the thrill of his warmheartedness against her and the sudden overtake feeling of power.

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

'' Does n't it delight you then Kit Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any veridical man would just push forward a tiny bit and take me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

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

'' Madam, '' 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 feel of his penis was making her rather wet in her turn.

Beads of pre cum assorted with Mays secretion as Carson 's cock nuzzled May 's puss lips, May judged it was time to put Carson in his property, but first 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 agitate it inside me, do n't you want to fuck me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like girls ?

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

'' God no, stop, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a 2nd and third meter, `` You do n't stimulate a galosh, oh christ, oh christ, oh bloody hell ! ``

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

'' blockage ! '' she hissed, `` For heavens sake stop. ``

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

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

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

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

'' No Madam, one seldom considers servants to be human being, '' Kit Carson agreed, `` bequeath 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 gratifying part remains, '' Carson declared.

'' Then drive me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my stallion, my crap, ride me ! ``

'' dame ? '' he queried.

'' I said devolve on me, please me, excite 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 arms held each early tightly as the pent up emotions burst with his fluids to deluge her parts.

She flopped back onto the pillow, `` thank you Kit 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 Carson dressed as quickly as he could and slipped quietly through the chamber so as not to wake Lady May, `` give thanks you Kit Carson, that will be all for now, '' she giggled and she rolled over again feeling pleasantly satisfied, and only the tenuous bit guilty.

Rachel Carson by demarcation went straight to his room to pack, he would not allow immediately but just after midnight, a ten second walk to the station would allow him to catch the Midnight caravan to Wales, the 12.45 paper to Pontypool route via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

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

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

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

'' brothel keeper. '' he replied.

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

'' No, the umbrage was mine madam, '' Christopher Carson insisted, `` You shall have my resignation. ''

'' I think not Carson, you 're a damned good Butler I 'm damned if I 'm losing you over a pathetic misunderstanding, '' 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 preserve control Madam, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' Godhead no, '' Rachel Louise Carson smiled, `` With my control, and a cautionary, well Madam, discretion. ``

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be hot dog ma'am I masturbate while I listen to you and your devotee, '' he admitted, `` And every meter I wanted to be the one pleasuring you ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' That 's what I thought, '' she said, `` ripe, 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 sleep together the truth, it will come out, conscription and registration, my name is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, can Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

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

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

'' Not a clue ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked Madam, caught in flagrante with the Colonel 's wife, '' he explained, `` Ostracised by my friends, no money, no prognosis so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American, it was well-situated enough, said I was officeholder Batman, no questions asked. ``

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

'' Indeed dame, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's married woman Madam, '' Kit Carson explained, `` She was fifty, Grey haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the youthful a few clip, do you see lady, do you understand ? ``

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

'' I used to Madam, anything this position of a Scots English Regiment brothel keeper ! '' 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 Rachel Louise Carson, '' peeress May agreed, `` Long chick and bustles for me from now on Carson, now about your business ! ``

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

He knocked the door, `` Ah hem, dinner time brothel keeper. ``

'' Coming, '' she said as she opened the room access with a big smile. He stared, her getup was long time out of escort, a lean flappers skirt from the nineteen twenties, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any drawers ! ``

'' brothel keeper ! '' he snorted.

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

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

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

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

It was done in moment, four deal wrestled with his fly clit 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, peg spread wide so Christopher Carson could gently slide his eager rampant manhood back inside May 's tender wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his intrusion, relaxed to allow him to enroll her fully and luxuriated in the feel of his easygoing yet hard penis mystifying inside her as he began to eff against her.

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

'' Immensely dame, '' Carson admitted, `` Immensely. ``

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

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

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

He needed no prompt and his climax was contiguous and as intense as before, May cried out, her moan 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, `` ejaculate along, chopper, chop, I 'm starve ! '' as she left the room.

Rachel 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 Madam, '' he replied teasing her.

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

'' More than likely ma'am, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maid bustled around in her smart black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Saint Matthew the Apostle the Captain Cook toiled over her hot stove, to the small private dining room, while Carson had little to do as he stood prepare to dispense any wine-coloured which noblewoman May might require.

May had things on her intellect, of the twenty or more than lovers she had taken recently Carson was capitulum and shoulders above the ease, but then he had not used a condom, and the flood lamp of ejaculate was intoxicating, and she was fairly sure enough 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 reference telephone had been, she contacted the central and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten Miss for the military machine, which number do you ask, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie Mason and then `` Charles Hardin Holley '' Thornbury asking about 'Wilberforce .'


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

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

'' God no, no, one at a time, '' Charles Hardin Holley 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 rumor, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in four-card monte Carlo concluding I heard, '' Holly guessed, `` fifty dollar bill pounds a go ! ``

'' Fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' Nothing, '' May lied.

'' Some form of serial sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Charles Hardin Holley added, `` Apparently no Sooner had he, you know, than he was at it again with another girl, anyway he had to step down his perpetration, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her friend for the info and set the telephony back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the crepuscule fell, she should give birth drawn the mantle but there was no Light 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 light through the door sending a brilliant shaft of light out across the front lawn.

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

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

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

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' base on balls brothel keeper, '' 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 run into ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

'' Really ? '' May enquired, `` Not some lusty untested cranny ? ``

Betsy scowled.

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

'' It 's all blooming right for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah military officer with them tongues down your throat you do n't go abruptly. ``

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

'' ma'am ? '' Carson said as he slipped into the room.

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

'' Yes dame, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Rachel Carson enquired.

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

'' ma'am ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Rachel Louise Carson replied.

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

To be continued .