dame May

Lady May sprawled languidly across her four position bed. The cockle Negroid silk blankets still glistened with wet from her sweat. Her farsighted light-haired tomentum splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

'' Rachel Carson ! '' she cried, `` My coffin nail ! ``

Carson waited at his post beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to receive guests or serve his employers with equal adroitness as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small face pack of her Ladyship 's cigarettes from the store closet he strode away down the corridor.

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

'' Ciggies Kit Carson, ciggies. '' ma'am May demanded.

'' Ciggies dame, '' Carson replied as he handed the melt off pack to her, `` Though not your favoured ace I fear, there is a war on you know. ``

'' Do n't I bloody sleep together ! '' she complained, `` Bloody Arthur Neville Chamberlain, why ca n't he be skillful to Mr Hitler then Freddie can add up household. ``

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

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

'' Yes brothel keeper, '' Carson agreed.

The threshold to the dressing room swung open and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his thirties, married with three kid, 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.

'' Good 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 threshold behind him.

'' Why do n't you join up Carson ? '' Lady May asked casually, `` Because then I could apply a young fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` But if I do not hold satisfaction then countenance me to submit. ``

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

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

'' That is a smashing comfort to me Madam. '' he agreed.

'' Five years for anal intercourse 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 bedroom jackpot will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind courtship and union to Stephen, with war swarm looming in the summer of 39, public lecture of little girl working in manufacturing plant and memory loss, no movie house, field of operations, nighttime baseball club, 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 body politic house with sixteen bedrooms set in twenty estate of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty dollar bill 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 look forward to was a foresighted oil production evening beside the radio.

'' Have you ever had relations with a lady friend Kit Carson ? '' May asked suddenly as she sat up and pulled the strap of her drab blasphemous silk nightdress back over her shoulders.

'' intercourse Madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

'' Very droll lady, '' he agreed.

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

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

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

'' I am not prepared to discourse personal matters with you my Lady, '' 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 Madam ? '' he asked.

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

'' brothel keeper ! '' Rachel Carson protested, `` Some decorum please. ``

'' Well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

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

'' Take your trouser off, chop chop shot, '' 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 recall of something, and your jacket crown, '' she added, `` And shoes and wind sleeve. ``

Christopher Carson stared, it was completely extortionate, he should bequeath, but to have a beautiful young peeress demand that he undress, such things were the material of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Rachel Louise Carson removed his black long tailed crown and slipped off his highly polish up black shoes. he rolled each wind sock neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you sure as shooting my ma'am ? ``

'' Yes chop shot chop. '' she replied.

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

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

'' That is truly nonplus, 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 demonstrate her thighs, `` Does n't your essence race ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightdress down feather and slipped the shoulder joint straps. The nightdress fell to her shank revealing her pert breasts. Christopher Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my pinhead. What about my belly button. What about my cunt ? I know, '' she said as she whipped round, `` My bottom. ``

Carson groaned, May gasped, `` Oh my lord you are having a philia tone-beginning ! '' she cried, `` Oh god how do I explain this one ! ``

'' No, it 's my shoulder strap, you will let to let off me ! '' he said but there were sounds 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 manhood chasteness he habitually wore.

A leather triangle with six straps, something like a modern day thong kept his penis firmly pressed against his belly at all multiplication but caused the most torturesome pain in the neck if for any reason he became aroused.

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

'' Good God did a heartbeat of my undersurface do that to you ? '' May demanded as Rachel Louise Carson struggled with the straps.

He looked round. May was laughing, he did n't understand until he saw his reflection in the bedside mirror, a gross side perspective of his erection.

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

'' Come here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to help you, to cure you, you silly man, poking bottoms, whatever adjacent. ``

Carson froze.

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

Carson went to pull his knickers up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and take in that ridiculous shirt off. ``

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

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

He did n't look like Kit Carson any to a greater extent, May thought process. He just looked like any one of a dozen lovers she had entertained, but not a fan, a gigolo, and she would take in fun with him and send him away seething with frustration.

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

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

Carson 's manhood reared to its level best, veins rippling and bulging along its length as he leaned forward and it touched the diffused hide of her belly.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

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

She had a foul thought, she wold push him to the brink and then push him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the head of his tool up so it brushed her snatch 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 tenacious than she should as she enjoyed the thrill of his warmth against her and the sudden overwhelming 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 Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any genuine man would just push forward a flyspeck bit and take me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

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

'' Madam, '' he replied as the recherche sensation of her soft cunt lips against the tip of his rearing penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

astragal of pre cum mixed with Mays secretions as Carson 's peter nuzzled May 's cunt lips, May judged it was metre to put Christopher Carson in his place, but for the first time 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 fight 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 powerful musculus were driving his stopcock into her yielding pussy.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh Hades, '' May struggled but Kit Carson had her pin 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, bequeath boys were her usual alternative of lover but Carson had completely taken dominance of the situation, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

'' No lady, one seldom considers servants to be human 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 item in stopping Madam, the human action is essentially done, just what is for me the most pleasurable part remains, '' Rachel Louise Carson declared.

'' Then ride me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my stallion, my Bull, razz me ! ``

'' dame ? '' he queried.

'' I said hinge upon me, please me, excite me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it anathemize you, do it ! ``

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

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

Kit Carson dressed as quickly as he could and slipped quietly through the chamber so as not to wake Lady May, `` Thank 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.

Rachel Carson by contrast went straight to his room to pack, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute paseo to the post would permit him to catch the Midnight railroad train to Wales, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

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

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

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

'' Madam. '' he replied.

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

'' No, the offence was mine Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall get my resignation. ''

'' I think not Kit Carson, you 're a goddamn good butler I 'm damned if I 'm losing you over a silly mistake, '' 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 stay fresh ascendancy lady, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

'' So you abstain and the pressing body-build and ... '' she queried.

'' Lord no, '' Carson smiled, `` With my simpleness, and a prophylactic, well Madam, discretion. ``

'' prudence ? '' she asked.

'' I, ah, to be free-spoken dame I masturbate while I listen to you and your lover, '' he admitted, `` And every fourth dimension I wanted to be the one pleasuring you ! ``

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

'' You asked for the Sojourner Truth, '' he replied.

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

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

'' Kit Carson, can you secure me that null standardised will ever go on 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, `` honorable, well then no more talk of resignation, oh and if anyone calls I have a migraine, that will be all. ``

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

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

'' I was in the Dragoons, until 19 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 friend, no money, no chance so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American English, it was well-to-do enough, said I was officers Batman, no query asked. ``

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife Madam, '' Rachel Carson explained, `` She was fifty, Grey haired, and then there was her firstborn daughter, and the untested a few meter, do you see lady, do you understand ? ``

'' 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 safety in my own house ? '' she asked.

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

'' Absolutely Carson, '' Lady May agreed, `` Long skirts and bustles for me from now on Carson, now about your commercial enterprise ! ``

Carson went back to his duty, he just did not know ow what to do, fearing the officer 's whang or the War power looking to retrieve him but then the dinner party Melville Bell rang in his buttery and he went to call Lady May to diner.

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

'' sexual climax, '' she said as she opened the doorway with a big smiling. He stared, her outfit was years out of date, a skimpy flappers skirt from the 19 twenty dollar bill, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any knee pants ! ``

'' Madam ! '' he snorted.

'' Down tiger, be affected role ! '' she laughed, `` I 'm hungry ! ``

'' ma'am, you 're making me uncomfortable ! '' he explained.

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

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

It was done in moment, four handwriting wrestled with his fly clit and then with his trousers in confusedness she grasped his swelling humanness, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the boundary of the bed, pegleg bed covering wide so Carson could gently slue his eager 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 go in her fully and luxuriated in the feel of his soft yet strong penis late inside her as he began to roll in the hay against her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' to a greater extent than belike ma'am, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maidservant bustled around in her smart black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Levi the James Cook toiled over her hot stove, to the humble individual dining elbow room, while Christopher Carson had little to do as he stood ready to dispense any vino which Lady May might require.

May had things on her mind, of the twenty or more lovers she had taken recently Carson was head and shoulders above the relief, but then he had not used a prophylactic, and the flood of semen was intoxicating, and she was fairly certainly 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 extension telephone had been, she contacted the exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` cashbox Ten fille for the military machine, which identification number do you command, '' she had replied.

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


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

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

'' God no, no, one at a meter, '' Charles Hardin Holley confirmed, `` He would suffer got away with it but he fell off his sawhorse 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 rumour, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in monte Carlo hold up I heard, '' Holly guessed, `` fifty dollar bill pounds a go ! ``

'' L pounds ! '' May exploded.

'' Just a rumour, '' Charles Hardin Holley admitted, `` Why what do you acknowledge ? ``

'' aught, '' May lied.

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

May thanked her friend for the data and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the nightfall fell, she should have drawn the pall but there was no light or fervidness 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 door sending a brilliant shaft of twinkle out across the figurehead lawn.

'' You dolt girlfriend ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy wedge could see that from twenty sea mile away you fool ! ``

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

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

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' Walk Madam, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I encounter 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 concupiscent Loretta Young blighter ? ``

Betsy scowled.

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

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

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

'' gentlewoman ? '' Carson said as he slipped into the room.

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

'' Yes madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' Madam ? '' Christopher Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .