dame May

dame May sprawled languidly across her four spot bed. The dishevelled black silk blankets still glistened with wet from her exertions. Her long blonde hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Kit Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to welcome guests or serve his employers with equal readiness as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small pack of her Ladyship 's cigarettes from the memory cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

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

'' Ciggies gentlewoman, '' Carson replied as he handed the melt off coterie to her, `` Though not your favoured one 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 courteous to Mr Der Fuhrer then Freddie can get along home. ``

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

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

'' Yes brothel keeper, '' Carson agreed.

The door to the fertilisation elbow room swung open 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.

'' secure lord is that the time, '' he exclaimed, `` Godhead supposed to be at the war ministry by Two, must dash. '' and he rushed away slamming the room access behind him.

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

'' I would rather not say gentlewoman, '' Carson insisted, `` But if I do not hold satisfaction then let me to resign. ``

'' Oh do n't be an ass, '' she replied, `` I know your clandestine, Annie Hayes told me, and do n't concern, I wo n't recount. ``

Rachel Louise Carson 's judgement raced, surely she could not know the mystery, unless the real Gospel According to John Harold Wilberforce Carson had returned from US, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a cracking comfortableness 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 Johnny Reb, oh and empty the chamber pots will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind wooing and spousal relationship to Stephen, with war clouds looming in the summer of 39, talk of the town of female child working in manufacturing plant and blackout, no cinema, field of operations, night society, well what was a girl to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two old age, so when Sir Leslie Stephen offered marriage she readily agreed.

His country home with sixteen bedrooms set in twenty Accho of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county hideaway it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty dollar bill miles from capital of the United Kingdom 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 long boring evening beside the radio.

'' Have you ever had congress with a miss Carson ? '' May asked suddenly as she sat up and pulled the shoulder strap of her dark blue silk gown back over her shoulders.

'' coitus lady ? '' he asked imperiously.

'' Been to bed with, made love, 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 Jehovah, do you bend over ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' I am not prepared to discuss 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 dame ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' fountainhead would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

'' I do n't believe you, '' she said, `` pick out off your trouser. ``

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

'' Take your trouser off, chopper chop, '' May insisted.

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

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

'' What wrongful conduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Carson stared, it was completely exorbitant, he should entrust, but to cause a beautiful young lady demand that he disrobe, such things were the poppycock of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Christopher Carson removed his black long chase after jacket crown and slipped off his highly refine contraband shoes. 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 collar and smutty tie.

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

'' That is truly amazing, 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 gown up to show her second joint, `` Does n't your meat race ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightdress down and slipped the shoulder straps. The nightdress fell to her waistline revealing her pert titty. Rachel 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. ``

Carson groaned, May gasped, `` Oh my lord you are having a affection attack ! '' she cried, `` Oh god how do I explicate this one ! ``

'' No, it 's my shoulder strap, you will stimulate to condone me ! '' he said but there were auditory sensation in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no Thomas More than flex his rear and wrench his underpamts down to reveal the patent manhood restraint 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 time but caused the most harrowing pain if for any reason he became aroused.

Six straps from ascendent to penis tip, except this time his manhood had snagged the final 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 realize until he saw his reflectivity in the bedside mirror, a perfect side thought of his erection.

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

'' Come here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to facilitate you, to cure you, you silly man, poking bottom of the inning, whatever adjacent. ``

Rachel Louise Carson froze.

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

Rachel Louise Carson went to rend his pants up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and take 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 and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

He did n't look like Carson any more, May thought. He just looked like any one of a 12 lovers she had entertained, but not a lover, a gigolo, and she would stimulate fun with him and send him away seething with frustration.

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

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

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

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' If it pleases you ma'am then I am contentedness, '' he replied.

She had a terrible thought, she wold push button him to the threshold and then push him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the school principal of his hammer 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 foresightful than she should as she enjoyed the thrill of his lovingness against her and the sudden overwhelming tactual sensation 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 really man would just promote forward a tiny bit and take me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

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

'' brothel keeper, '' he replied as the recherche sense impression of her soft slit lips against the tip of his rampant member raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

Beads of pre cum blend with Willie Mays secretions as Carson 's cock nuzzled May 's pussy lips, May judged it was time to put Christopher Carson in his place, but first-class honours degree 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 labour 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 knock-down muscles were driving his cock into her yielding pussy.

'' God no, block off, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and third time, `` 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 of conveyance is already done. ``

'' arrest ! '' she hissed, `` For welkin sake plosive speech sound. ``

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

'' Oh inferno, '' May struggled but Rachel Carson had her immobilize firmly to the bed now, `` discontinue ! ``

Kit Carson ignored her. If anything her struggles aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to strong men, willing boy were her usual choice of devotee but Rachel Louise Carson had completely taken control of the situation, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

'' No brothel keeper, one seldom considers servants to be homo beings, '' Rachel Louise Carson agreed, `` leave this perhaps swear out as a reminder, '' he said as he thrust powerfully, `` Or this ! ''

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

'' I can see small point in stopping Madam, the deed is essentially done, just what is for me the most gratifying constituent remains, '' Kit Carson declared.

'' Then ride me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my Stallion, my Taurus, hinge on me ! ``

'' gentlewoman ? '' he queried.

'' I said rally me, please me, excite me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it damn you, do it ! ``

They felt the cum revolt, 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 Rachel Louise Carson, that will be all. '' she said quietly and thoughtfully. `` Use the Dressing room, '' she added and she rolled on her side and dozed.

Carson dressed as quickly as he could and slipped quietly through the bedchamber so as not to wake gentlewoman May, `` give thanks you Carson, that will be all for now, '' she giggled and she rolled over again feeling pleasantly satisfied, and only the slightest bit guilty.

Carson by direct contrast went straight to his room to pack, he would not entrust immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute base on balls to the station would reserve him to catch the Midnight train to Wales, the 12.45 newsprint to Pontypool route via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had other musical theme, she rang the bell, `` Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Carson ! ``

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

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

'' Madam. '' he replied.

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

'' No, the offense was mine madam, '' Kit Carson insisted, `` You shall have my surrender. ''

'' I think not Carson, you 're a darned undecomposed butler I 'm goddam if I 'm losing you over a punch-drunk misunderstanding, '' she said, `` But what got into you. ``

'' The accuracy lady ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to keep back control Madam, but I am feeble, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

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

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Carson, can you secure me that nothing similar will ever bechance again ? '' she asked.

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

'' That 's what I thought, '' she said, `` undecomposed, well then no more talk of the town of resignations, oh and if anyone calls I have a sick headache, that will be all. ``

Rachel Louise Carson paused. `` Madam, perhaps you should know the true statement, it will come out, conscription and registration, my gens is not 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 30 seven, '' he added.

'' Not a clew ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked ma'am, caught in flagrante with the Colonel 's wife, '' he explained, `` Ostracised by my friends, no money, no prospects so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American, it was easy 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 Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife Madam, '' Kit Carson explained, `` She was fifty, grey haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the younger a few meter, do you see ma'am, do you understand ? ``

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

'' I used to gentlewoman, anything this face of a Scottish Regiment lady ! '' he admitted.

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

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

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

Carson went back to his tariff, he just did not screw ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's belt or the War position looking to retrieve him but then the dinner party bell rang in his pantry and he went to call lady May to diner.

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

'' Coming, '' she said as she opened the threshold with a big smile. He stared, her rig was twelvemonth out of particular date, a lean flappers skirt from the nineteen 20, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any knickers ! ``

'' lady ! '' he snorted.

'' Down Panthera tigris, be patient role ! '' 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.

'' lady, '' he replied, and seeing she was serious, he agreed, `` Of track Madam. ``

It was done in moments, four workforce wrestled with his fly push button 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, legs spread all-embracing so Christopher Carson could gently slide 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 enter her fully and luxuriated in the feel of his soft yet hard member deep inside her as he began to do it against her.

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

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

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

'' punter, '' she husked, he tweaked her nipple, `` dependable still ! '' she agreed, but cacoethes were rising, her hands were on his hind end pulling him ever cryptic 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 precipitation or we 'll be late for dinner. ``

He needed no prompt and his orgasm was immediate and as intense as before, May cried out, her groan un stifled as she revelled in the force play of his ejaculation and then quite suddenly it was done, she slid off him, wiped herself briefly and then called, `` Come along, chopper, chop, I 'm hunger ! '' 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 later, Carson ? '' she asked.

'' I believe it may well be a piddle away damp madam, '' he replied teasing her.

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

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

Betsy the maid bustled around in her smart black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Saint Matthew the cook toiled over her hot cooking stove, to the modest common soldier dining room, while Rachel Carson had slight to do as he stood ready to dispense any wine which ma'am May might require.

May had thing on her judgement, of the twenty or more than devotee she had taken recently Rachel Louise Carson was head and shoulders above the rest, but then he had not used a safety, and the torrent of ejaculate was intoxicating, and she was fairly sure as shooting he was not seeing former women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the drawing off room where an prolongation telephone had been, she contacted the exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten young woman for the Military, which turn do you require, '' 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 III ? '' May asked and Holly exploded with laughter.

'' God no, no, one at a fourth dimension, '' Charles Hardin Holley confirmed, `` He would possess got away with it but he fell off his horse and all three turned up at his bedside ! ``

'' Oh, '' said May.

Charles Hardin Holley continued, `` And about a dozen more, why do you ask ? ``

'' I heard rumours, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in Monte Carlo last I heard, '' Holly guessed, `` Fifty pounds a go ! ``

'' L pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' cipher, '' May lied.

'' Some sorting 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 lady friend, anyway he had to resign his commission, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her admirer 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 curtains but there was no illumination or flack so she pondered on what to do.

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

'' You dazed girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy poor boy could see that from twenty miles 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 air mile away and usually only went dwelling house on William Ashley Sunday to see her parents and eleven brothers and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' Walk ma'am, '' 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 come across ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

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

Betsy scowled.

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

'' It 's all bloody rightfield for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah officer with them tongues down your throat you do n't go curt. ``

May suddenly had an extortionate melodic theme, `` And neither shall you Betsy, '' she said and she called, `` Kit Carson, and beware the visible light ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' Indeed gentlewoman, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

'' There 's a greyback in my 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 .