Lady May

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

'' Kit Carson ! '' she cried, `` My cigarette ! ``

Carson waited at his place beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to receive guest or serve his employers with equate facility as befits a Samuel Butler, so swiftly grasping a small plurality of her Ladyship 's cigarettes from the fund closet he strode away down the corridor.

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

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

'' Ciggies brothel keeper, '' Christopher Carson replied as he handed the slim pack to her, `` Though not your privilege 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 squeamish to Mr Hitler then Freddie can do base. ``

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

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

'' Yes madam, '' Christopher Carson agreed.

The door to the dressing elbow room swung open 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 Lady called, '' he explained.

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

'' dependable lord is that the time, '' he exclaimed, `` Jehovah supposed to be at the war ministry by Two, must crash. '' and he rushed away slamming the door behind him.

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

'' I would rather not say brothel keeper, '' Carson insisted, `` But if I do not give satisfaction then appropriate me to resign. ``

'' Oh do n't be an ass, '' she replied, `` I know your unavowed, Annie Hayes told me, and do n't occupy, I wo n't separate. ``

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

'' That is a great comfort to me lady. '' 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 brothel keeper, '' he insisted, `` Will that be all Madam ? ``

'' Just the Johnny Reb, oh and empty the chamber potbelly will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind courtship and marriage to Stephen, with war cloud looming in the summer of 39, lecture of girlfriend working in factories and brownout, no picture palace, field of operations, night golf club, well what was a girl to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two year, so when Stephen offered matrimony she readily agreed.

His state home with xvi sleeping accommodation set in 20 acres of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned xx Swedish mile 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 long boring evening beside the radio.

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

'' Relations Madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

'' Very droll Madam, '' he agreed.

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

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

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

'' I am not prepared to discuss personal thing with you my dame, '' he explained.

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

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

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

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

'' fountainhead would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

'' I beg your amnesty madam ? '' Carson retorted.

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

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

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

'' What wrongdoing ? '' he demanded.

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

Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should leave, but to birth a beautiful Pres Young lady demand that he strip, such things were the stuff and nonsense of dreams.

'' cum on chop chop ! '' May repeated.

Slowly and carefully Carson removed his Shirley Temple Black long dog jacket crown and slipped off his highly polish up black skid. 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 clitoris one by one and eased his melanise trousers down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt tails, starched collar and black tie.

'' Hang 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 least bit unrestrained ? '' she asked as she looked for Carson 's erection.

'' Look, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightgown up to show her thighs, `` Does n't your fondness race ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightdress down and slipped the shoulder straps. The nightgown fell to her waist revealing her pert breasts. 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 Divine you are having a heart attack ! '' she cried, `` Oh god how do I excuse this one ! ``

'' No, it 's my straps, you will have to apologise me ! '' he said but there were sounds in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no more than turn his rachis and twist his underpamts down to let on the patent manhood restraint he habitually wore.

A leather triangle with six strap, something like a Modern day thong kept his member firmly pressed against his stomach at all times but caused the most rack bother if for any reason he became aroused.

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

'' Good God did a flash of my merchant ship do that to you ? '' May demanded as Carson struggled with the straps.

He looked one shot. May was laughing, he did n't empathize until he saw his reflectivity in the bedside mirror, a perfective tense position panorama of his erection.

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

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

Rachel Louise Carson froze.

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

Christopher Carson went to draw in his pants up but May intervened, `` No bloomers, on the bed, oh and take that absurd 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 assumed starched shirt front end and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

He did n't calculate like Kit Carson any more, May thought. He just looked like any one of a dozen lovers she had entertained, but not a buff, a gigolo, and she would have fun with him and send him away seething with frustration.

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

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

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

'' brothel keeper ? '' Carson replied.

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

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

She had a wicked cerebration, 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 caput of his shaft 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 kick of his warmth against her and the sudden sweep over tactual sensation of power.

'' If it pleases you dame, '' 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 advertize forward a petite bit and direct me. ``

'' Yes madam. '' Christopher Carson replied.

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

'' ma'am, '' he replied as the dainty sense of her piano cunt rim against the tip of his rampant phallus raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

astragal of pre cum mixed with Mays secretions as Carson 's cock nuzzled May 's cunt lip, May judged it was time to put Carson in his place, but first off pne more taunt before she threw him off the bed and threw him from the elbow room in his underwear.

'' Do n't you want to crowd 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 heftiness were driving his cock into her yielding pussy.

'' God no, quit, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and third prison term, `` You do n't let a rubber, oh christ, oh Jesus of Nazareth, oh bloody the pits ! ``

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

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

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

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

Christopher Carson ignored her. If anything her struggle aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to inviolable men, leave boys were her usual alternative of lover but Carson had completely taken control of the situation, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

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

'' Oh Rachel Carson, '' May exclaimed, `` You naughty man, what has got into you, you 're quite the entire, block up. ``

'' I can see little point in stopping Madam, the deed is essentially done, just what is for me the most pleasurable part remains, '' Carson declared.

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

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

'' I said hinge on me, please me, wind up me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it damn you, do it ! ``

They felt the cum uprising, both knew he should draw out out, neither wanted it and their subdivision 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 Carson, that will be all. '' she said quietly and thoughtfully. `` Use the binding room, '' she added and she rolled on her side and dozed.

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

Carson by contrast went straight to his room to pack, he would not allow for immediately but just after midnight, a ten moment pass to the station would admit him to catch the Midnight train to Wales, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool route via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had other idea, she rang the bell, `` Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Christopher Carson ! ``

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

'' Come in, we need to clear the air, '' she announced, `` seed 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 girls, I wanted to frustrate you, it was unforgivable. ``

'' No, the offence was mine brothel keeper, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall make my surrender. ''

'' I think not Carson, you 're a blamed good butler I 'm goddamn if I 'm losing you over a zany misunderstanding, '' she said, `` But what got into you. ``

'' The truth Madam ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

'' Lord no, '' Rachel Louise Carson smiled, `` With my restraint, and a rubber, well dame, discernment. ``

'' prudence ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Carson, can you tell me that zippo similar will ever bechance again ? '' she asked.

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

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

Carson paused. `` madam, perhaps you should roll in the hay the the true, it will come out, selective service and registration, my gens is not Rachel Louise 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 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 protagonist, no money, no scene so took up as a Samuel Butler with Mr Hennesy, an American English, it was leisurely enough, said I was policeman Batman, no questions asked. ``

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

'' Indeed brothel keeper, '' he agreed.

'' So, the Colonel 's married woman ? '' she asked.

'' Colonel 's wife Madam, '' Rachel Louise Carson explained, `` She was 50, grey haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the younger a few times, do you see gentlewoman, do you understand ? ``

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

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

'' So I am not dependable in my own household ? '' she asked.

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

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

Carson went back to his tariff, he just did not know ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's knock or the War power looking to call back him but then the dinner party toll rang in his larder and he went to call in Lady May to diner.

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

'' Coming, '' she said as she opened the door with a big grinning. He stared, her turnout was long time out of escort, a skimpy flappers skirt from the xix twenties, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any pants ! ``

'' Madam ! '' he snorted.

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

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

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

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

It was done in here and now, four hands wrestled with his fly buttons and then with his pant in confusedness she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the boundary of the bed, legs spread wide so Carson could gently slide his aegir rearing manhood back inside May 's warm wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his trespass, relaxed to allow him to enter her fully and luxuriated in the flavour of his soft yet hard penis cryptic inside her as he began to do it against her.

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

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

'' You 're neglecting my boobies, '' May announced, `` perpetrate my apparel up, do something ! '' she demanded so he slipped a hand under her garb to cup her go away breast.

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

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

He needed no prompting and his climax was immediate and as vivid as before, May cried out, her moans 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, chop shot, 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, Carson ? '' she asked.

'' I believe it may well be a triviality 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 disgraceful uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Matthews the cook toiled over her hot stove, to the small secret dining room, while Carson had little to do as he stood ready to dispense any wine which ma'am May might require.

May had things on her judgement, of the twenty or More lovers she had taken recently Carson was mind and shoulders above the rest, but then he had not used a safe, and the flood of ejaculate was intoxicating, and she was fairly sure he was not seeing early women.

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

May finished her dinner party 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, `` Till Ten Miss for the Military, which routine do you command, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie James Neville Mason and then `` Holly '' 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 leash ? '' May asked and Holly exploded with laughter.

'' God no, no, one at a clip, '' Holly confirmed, `` He would have got away with it but he fell off his sawhorse 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 Monte Carlo last I heard, '' holly guessed, `` Fifty 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, '' Holly added, `` Apparently no Sooner had he, you know, than he was at it again with another miss, anyway he had to resign his commission, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her acquaintance for the information and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the windowpane as the dusk fell, she should get drawn the curtain but there was no light or fervency so she pondered on what to do.

It was exciting, like trying to get over a pedigree she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the light through the door sending a superb shaft of lighter out across the straw man lawn.

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

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

Betsy lived in the small town three geographical mile away and usually only went home on Sunday to see her parents and eleven brothers and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' walkway 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 see ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

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

Betsy scowled.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed gentlewoman, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' lady ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .