Lady May

Lady May sprawled languidly across her four office bed. The rumpled sinister silk blankets still glistened with wet from her exertions. Her recollective blond hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, gear up to welcome invitee or swear out his employers with equal quickness as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small ring of her Ladyship 's fag from the store cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

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

'' Ciggies Madam, '' Carson replied as he handed the slim pack to her, `` Though not your privilege unity I fear, there is a war on you know. ``

'' Do n't I bloody be intimate ! '' she complained, `` Bloody chamberlain, why ca n't he be nice to Mr Hitler then Freddie can come home. ``

'' I think there is More too it than that lady, '' Kit Carson observed, `` Has Mr Davies 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 saucer at the bedside.

'' Yes Madam, '' Carson agreed.

The room access to the fertilization elbow room swung open and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his thirty, 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Five years for buggery is n't it nowadays ? '' she laughed.

He smiled, she was definitely probing, she could hardly be more wrong.

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

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

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

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind wooing and married couple to Sir Leslie Stephen, with war cloud looming in the summer of 39, public lecture of girls working in factories and brownout, no movie house, theatre, Nox clubs, 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 Sir Leslie 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 retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty miles from Greater 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 front forward to was a tenacious boring even beside the radio.

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

'' carnal knowledge Madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

'' I would rather not say brothel keeper, '' he replied.

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

'' Very droll Madam, '' he agreed.

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

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

'' No, I want an result, '' 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 bow over, may I go Madam ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' wellspring would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

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

'' have your pant off, chop chop, '' May insisted.

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

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

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

'' Oh, I 'll guess of something, and your jacket crown, '' she added, `` And shoes and windsock. ``

Rachel Louise Carson stared, it was completely horrid, he should entrust, but to have a beautiful Brigham Young lady demand that he disrobe, such things were the clobber of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Rachel Louise Carson removed his opprobrious long tailed cap and slipped off his highly urbane Black shoes. he rolled each wind sleeve neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you indisputable my Lady ? ``

'' Yes chop chop. '' she replied.

He undid his fly clitoris one by one and eased his pitch-dark pant down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt buns, starched collar and black tie.

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

'' That is truly stupefy, insulting even, '' May exclaimed, `` Are you not the least bit excited ? '' she asked as she looked for Carson 's erection.

'' flavor, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightdress up to record her thighs, `` Does n't your heart race ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the gown down and slipped the shoulder shoulder strap. The nightie fell to her waist revealing her pert breasts. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my boob. What about my belly button. What about my cunt ? I know, '' she said as she whipped round of golf, `` My bottom of the inning. ``

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

'' No, it 's my straps, you will consume to excuse me ! '' he said but there were auditory sensation in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no Sir Thomas More than turn his back 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 times but caused the most excruciate annoyance if for any reason he became aroused.

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

'' commodity God did a flash of my keister do that to you ? '' May demanded as Rachel Carson struggled with the straps.

He looked round. May was laughing, he did n't understand until he saw his thoughtfulness in the bedside mirror, a stark position scene of his erection.

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

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

Carson froze.

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

Carson went to pull his bloomers up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and take that farcical 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 take a leak a mistake.

He removed his tie and cufflinks, the false starched shirt social movement and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

He did n't look like Rachel Louise Carson any more, May sentiment. He just looked like any one of a dozen devotee she had entertained, but not a buff, a gigolo, and she would have fun with him and broadcast him away seething with frustration.

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

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

Rachel Louise Carson 's manhood reared to its maximum, veins rippling and bulging along its duration as he leaned forward and it touched the cushy pelt of her belly.

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

'' ma'am ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' If it pleases you gentlewoman then I am contented, '' he replied.

She had a wicked intellection, she wold get-up-and-go him to the brink and then push him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his human knee she pulled the head of his stopcock up so it brushed her pussy lips.

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

May held him there a moment longer than she should as she enjoyed the bang of his warmth against her and the sudden overwhelming feeling of power.

'' If it pleases you Madam, '' he agreed through gritted teeth as he tried to disguise his excitement..

'' Does n't it please you then Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any very man would just push forward a tiny bit and charter me. ``

'' Yes lady. '' Carson replied.

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

'' dame, '' he replied as the exquisite sensation of her diffused cunt lips against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

Beads of pre cum mingle with Mays secernment as Christopher Carson 's dick nuzzled May 's twat sassing, May judged it was time to put Carson in his stead, but start pne more taunting before she threw him off the bed and threw him from the room in his underwear.

'' Do n't you want to advertize it inside me, do n't you want to fuck me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like little girl ?

'' Yes, '' he said, and suddenly uncontrollably powerful muscular tissue were driving his cock into her yielding pussy.

'' God no, stop, oh infernal region please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a endorse and third base time, `` You do n't take a rubber, oh Jesus of Nazareth, oh Christ, oh bloody sin ! ``

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

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

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

'' Oh nether region, '' May struggled but Carson had her immobilise firmly to the bed now, `` terminate ! ``

Christopher Carson ignored her. If anything her conflict aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to stiff men, volition boys were her usual option of lover but Rachel Louise Carson had completely taken control of the situation, 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 existence, '' Rachel Louise Carson agreed, `` leave this perhaps process as a monitor, '' 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, break. ``

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

'' brothel keeper ? '' he queried.

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

They felt the cum rising, 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 swamp her parts.

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

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

Rachel Louise Carson by contrast went straight to his way to backpack, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk of life to the station would admit him to catch the Midnight train to Wales, the 12.45 newspaper to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

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

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

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

'' Madam. '' he replied.

'' For my function, I must rationalise, '' she said awkwardly, `` I really thought, that, you know, you liked male child, not miss, I wanted to rag you, it was unforgivable. ``

'' No, the umbrage was mine lady, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall have my surrender. ''

'' I think not Carson, you 're a damned full butler I 'm infernal if I 'm losing you over a goofy 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 sapless, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' lord no, '' Kit Carson smiled, `` With my restraint, and a safe, well Madam, delicacy. ``

'' discernment ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' You asked for the true statement, '' he replied.

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

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

'' Carson, can you assure me that nothing alike will ever pass off again ? '' she asked.

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

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

Rachel Carson paused. `` lady, perhaps you should know the truth, it will come out, conscription and registration, my name is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, privy Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

'' And that should have in mind 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 medical prognosis so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American, it was easy enough, said I was ship's officer 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 wife ? '' she asked.

'' Colonel 's married woman Madam, '' Christopher Carson explained, `` She was fifty dollar bill, grey haired, and then there was her eldest daughter, and the younger a few times, do you see Madam, do you read ? ``

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

'' I used to Madam, anything this face of a Scottish Regiment brothel keeper ! '' he admitted.

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

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

'' Absolutely Carson, '' peeress May agreed, `` Long skirts and stir for me from now on Carson, now about your clientele ! ``

Carson went back to his responsibility, he just did not get laid ow what to do, fearing the police officer 's knock or the War office looking to remember him but then the dinner toll rang in his pantry and he went to call Lady May to diner.

He knocked the threshold, `` Ah hem, Dinner meter Madam. ``

'' Coming, '' she said as she opened the door with a big grinning. He stared, her outfit was years out of date, a lean flappers skirt from the 19 1920s, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any knickers ! ``

'' Madam ! '' he snorted.

'' pile tiger, be patient ! '' she laughed, `` I 'm hungry ! ``

'' lady, 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 grievous, he agreed, `` Of course Madam. ``

It was done in moment, four work force wrestled with his fly clitoris and then with his trousers in disarray she grasped his swelling humanity, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, pegleg feast wide so Carson could gently skid his aegir rampant humanness 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 look of his soft yet surd penis deep inside her as he began to get laid against her.

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

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

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

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

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

He needed no suggestion and his sexual climax was quick and as intense as before, May cried out, her moan un stifled as she revelled in the military force of his interjection and then quite suddenly it was done, she slid off him, wiped herself briefly and then called, `` Come along, chopper, chop, I 'm starve ! '' as she left the room.

Carson quickly dressed and followed May downstairs, he waited patiently as she delicately picked at her dinner, `` Do you call up it will rain later, Carson ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

Betsy the maiden bustled around in her smart pitch-black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs St. Matthew the Apostle the cook toiled over her hot stove, to the small secret dining room, while Carson had little to do as he stood cook to dispense any vino which noblewoman May might require.

May had things on her mind, of the 20 or to a greater extent lovers she had taken recently Carson was head and shoulders above the remainder, but then he had not used a prophylactic, and the flood of ejaculate was intoxicating, and she was fairly sure enough he was not seeing early women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the drawing room where an extension telephone had been, she contacted the rally and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` till Ten young lady for the war machine, which number do you require, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie 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 ternary ? '' May asked and Buddy Holly exploded with laughter.

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

'' Oh, '' said May.

holly continued, `` And about a 12 more, why do you ask ? ``

'' I heard rumours, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in monte Carlo stopping point I heard, '' Holly guessed, `` fifty pounds a go ! ``

'' fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' nil, '' May lied.

'' Some sort 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 girl, anyway he had to resign his committal, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her supporter 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 drapery but there was no sparkle or fervency so she pondered on what to do.

It was exciting, like trying to dominate a pedigreed she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the illumination through the door sending a brilliant shaft of light out across the front lawn.

'' You stupid girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy bomber could see that from twenty dollar bill air mile 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 settlement three air mile away and usually only went home on Billy Sunday to see her parents and xi brothers and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' Walk brothel keeper, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I find another handmaiden 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 conform to ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

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

Betsy scowled.

'' Do you want to get laid, is that it, niggling daughter growing up, minuscule itches you need to scratch, like a she cat on heat ! '' May snapped.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes dame, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed dame, '' Carson enquired.

'' We ca n't take that can we Rachel Louise Carson, '' May suggested.

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

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

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

To be continued .