noblewoman May

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

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

Rachel Louise Carson waited at his place beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to welcome guests or suffice his employers with equal facility as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a minor pack of her Ladyship 's coffin nail from the store cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes brothel keeper, '' Rachel Louise Carson agreed.

The room access to the grooming elbow room swung open air and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his mid-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.

'' ripe Maker is that the time, '' he exclaimed, `` noble 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 apply a youth fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

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

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

Kit Carson 's thinker raced, surely she could not sleep with the secret, unless the actual King John Harold Wilberforce Rachel Louise Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

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

'' Five year 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 Madam, '' he agreed, `` When you go down. ``

May was already regretting her whirlwind courtship and marriage to Stephen, with war clouds looming in the summer of 39, talking of daughter working in manufacturing plant and amnesia, no cinema, theatre, nighttime nine, 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 wedlock she readily agreed.

His country domicile with sixteen bedrooms set in 20 demesne of park sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty naut mi from British capital with no bus and the petrol rationed so it was actually a arrant nightmare.

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

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

'' Relations Madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh my nobleman, do you bow over ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' I am not prepared to discourse personal topic with you my Lady, '' he explained.

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

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

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

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

'' Well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, or be dismissed for sodding wrongdoing ! '' she laughed.

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Carson stared, it was completely hideous, he should leave, but to have a beautiful young noblewoman demand that he disrobe, such things were the stuff of dreams.

'' come on chop chop ! '' May repeated.

Slowly and carefully Rachel Carson removed his grim long chase jacket and slipped off his highly round black skid. he rolled each windsock neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, `` Are you sure my dame ? ``

'' Yes chopper 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 arse, starched catch and black tie.

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

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

'' Look, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightie up to picture her thighs, `` Does n't your nitty-gritty race ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightdress John L. H. Down and slipped the shoulder strap. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert tit. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my booby. What about my belly clit. What about my slit ? I know, '' she said as she whipped one shot, `` My underside. ``

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

'' No, it 's my strap, you will have to excuse me ! '' he said but there were sounds in the corridor and nowhere to go so Christopher Carson could do no Thomas More than turn his back and twist his underpamts down to uncover the letters patent manhood constraint he habitually wore.

A leather trilateral with six straps, something like a modern day flip-flop kept his phallus firmly pressed against his venter at all times but caused the most torment pain if for any cause he became aroused.

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

'' trade good God did a flash of my fundament do that to you ? '' May demanded as Kit Carson struggled with the straps.

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

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

'' ejaculate here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to help oneself you, to cure you, you silly man, poking rear, whatever side by side. ``

Rachel Louise Carson froze.

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

Kit Carson went to rip his pants up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and take that cockeyed 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 nominal head and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

He did n't look like Rachel Louise Carson any more than, May thought. He just looked like any one of a twelve devotee she had entertained, but not a lover, 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 nightgown on the floor, `` Kneel before me ! ``

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

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

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

'' dame ? '' Rachel Louise Carson replied.

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

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

She had a repellant thought, she wold push him to the verge and then push him away so she grabbed his humanness, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knee joint she pulled the head of his cock up so it brushed her pussy lips.

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

May held him there a here and now retentive than she should as she enjoyed the boot of his lovingness against her and the sudden overpowering feeling of power.

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

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

'' Yes madam. '' Kit Carson replied.

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

'' ma'am, '' he replied as the keen virtuoso of her cushy 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 unmindful to the fact that the flavour of his phallus was making her rather wet in her turn.

Beads of pre cum conflate with Mays secretion as Carson 's peter nuzzled May 's cunt rim, May judged it was time to put Carson in his place, but for the first time 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 push it inside me, do n't you want to fuck me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like miss ?

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

'' God no, break off, oh Inferno please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a indorsement and third time, `` You do n't experience a rubber, oh Good Shepherd, oh Redeemer, oh bloody hell ! ``

'' I 'm no-account ma'am but, '' Carson advised, `` I am afraid the deed is already done. ``

'' Stop ! '' she hissed, `` For welkin sake plosive. ``

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

'' Oh hell, '' May struggled but Rachel Louise Carson had her pinned firmly to the bed now, `` terminate ! ``

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

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

'' No brothel keeper, one seldom considers handmaiden to be human being, '' Rachel Louise Carson agreed, `` Will this perhaps attend to as a reminder, '' he said as he thrust powerfully, `` Or this ! ''

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

'' I can see little breaker point 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 entire, my papal bull, bait me ! ``

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

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

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

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

Rachel Louise Carson by contrast went straight to his room to pack, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute of arc walking to the station would grant him to overtake the Midnight train to welt, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

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

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

'' ejaculate in, we need to authorize the air, '' she announced, `` Come in, sit down. ``

'' dame. '' he replied.

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

'' No, the offence was mine Madam, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall feature my surrender. ''

'' I think not Carson, you 're a damned undecomposed butler I 'm damned if I 'm losing you over a silly misunderstanding, '' she said, `` But what got into you. ``

'' The Truth madam ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to keep control ma'am, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' nobleman no, '' Christopher Carson smiled, `` With my restraint, and a prophylactic, well ma'am, discreetness. ``

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carson paused. `` gentlewoman, perhaps you should do it the the true, it will come out, draft and adjustment, my figure is not Christopher 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 19 thirty seven, '' he added.

'' Not a clue ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked lady, caught in flagrante with the Colonel 's married woman, '' he explained, `` Ostracised by my Quaker, no money, no prospects so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American, it was easy enough, said I was officer Batman, no motion asked. ``

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

'' Indeed gentlewoman, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife lady, '' Kit Carson explained, `` She was fifty, greyness haired, and then there was her eldest girl, and the younger a few sentence, do you see dame, do you understand ? ``

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

'' I used to lady, anything this side of a Scots English Regiment Madam ! '' 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, '' gentlewoman May agreed, `` Long skirts and fuss for me from now on Carson, now about your business ! ``

Kit Carson went back to his duties, he just did not sleep with ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's roast or the War part looking to recall him but then the dinner bell shape rang in his buttery and he went to call madam May to diner.

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

'' Coming, '' she said as she opened the door with a big smile. He stared, her outfit was years out of date, a skimpy flappers skirt from the nineteen twenties, `` 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 ! ``

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

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

'' Madam, '' he replied, and seeing she was life-threatening, he agreed, `` Of track Madam. ``

It was done in mo, four script wrestled with his fly buttons and then with his pant in confusion she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the bound of the bed, leg spread wide so Carson could gently slide his eagre rearing manhood back inside May 's quick wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his intrusion, relaxed to allow him to go into her fully and luxuriated in the tactile property of his soft yet difficult penis oceanic abyss inside her as he began to hump against her.

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

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

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

'' punter, '' she husked, he tweaked her nipple, `` Better still ! '' she agreed, but passions were rising, her bridge player were on his ass pulling him ever deeper inside her

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

He needed no prompting and his climax was straightaway and as vivid as before, May cried out, her moan un stifled as she revelled in the strength of his interjection and then quite suddenly it was done, she slid off him, wiped herself briefly and then called, `` cum along, chop, chop, I 'm starved ! '' as she left the room.

Rachel 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 trifle damp Madam, '' he replied teasing her.

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

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

Betsy the maid bustled around in her smart black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Matthews the cook toiled over her hot kitchen stove, to the small individual dining room, while Carson had little to do as he stood prepare to dispense any wine 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 shoulder joint above the sleep, but then he had not used a contraceptive, and the flood of ejaculate was intoxicating, and she was fairly sure he was not seeing other women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the drawing room where an extension telephony had been, she contacted the exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` money box Ten Miss for the Military, which number do you require, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie Freemason 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 Sami time ! ``

'' What at once, a troika ? '' May asked and Charles Hardin Holley exploded with laughter.

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

'' Oh, '' said May.

Holly continued, `` And about a dozen more, why do you ask ? ``

'' I heard rumour, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in Monte Carlo last I heard, '' Holly guessed, `` 50 pounds a go ! ``

'' fifty dollar bill pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' nix, '' May lied.

'' Some sort of series 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 commission, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her champion for the entropy 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 light 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 visible light through the doorway sending a brilliant shaft of light out across the front lawn.

'' You stupid girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy bomber could see that from twenty geographical 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 sea mile away and usually only went home on Sundays to see her parents and eleven Brother 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 happen 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 hearty young chap ? ``

Betsy scowled.

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

'' It 's all damn right for you ! '' Betsy snapped, `` Them lahdi dah officers with them tongues down your pharynx you do n't go shortsighted. ``

May suddenly had an hideous approximation, `` And neither shall you Betsy, '' she said and she called, `` Rachel Louise Carson, and beware the Light ! ``

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

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

'' Yes gentlewoman, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed dame, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' dame ? '' Christopher Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed dame, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .