Lady May

ma'am May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The rumpled blackened silk mantle still glistened with wet from her travail. Her recollective light-haired hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

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 equalize deftness as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small pack of her Ladyship 's cigarettes from the store cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

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

'' Ciggies Madam, '' Carson replied as he handed the thin pack to her, `` Though not your privilege I 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 decent to Mr Hitler then Freddie can come home. ``

'' I think there is to a greater extent too it than that Madam, '' Kit Carson observed, `` Has Mr Sir Humphrey Davy left lady ? ``

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

'' Yes Madam, '' Carson agreed.

The room access to the bandaging room swung open and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his 30, married with three kid, one of the Hertford Davies's.

'' What ? '' he demanded as he saw Carson.

'' My Lady called, '' he explained.

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

'' respectable overlord is that the time, '' he exclaimed, `` Lord 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 Christopher Carson ? '' noblewoman May asked casually, `` Because then I could apply a young fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say Madam, '' Rachel Carson insisted, `` But if I do not hand expiation then permit me to resign. ``

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

Carson 's mind raced, surely she could not roll in the hay the mystic, unless the real John Harold Wilberforce Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

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

'' Five class for anal sex 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 lady, '' he insisted, `` Will that be all Madam ? ``

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

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind courting and marriage to Stephen, with war cloud looming in the summertime of 39, talk of girls working in factories and blackout, no cinema, theatre, night clubhouse, 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 union 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 London with no bus and the petrol rationed so it was actually a complete nightmare.

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

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

'' Relations dame ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

'' I would rather not say ma'am, '' 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 matters with you my Lady, '' he explained.

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

'' No gentlewoman, I do not twist over, may I go gentlewoman ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

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

'' I beg your pardon lady ? '' Rachel Carson retorted.

'' direct your Trousers off, chop chopper, '' May insisted.

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

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

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Rachel Louise Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should forget, but to let a beautiful young lady demand that he disrobe, such things were the stuff and nonsense of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Kit Carson removed his black long tailed jacket and slipped off his highly polish black 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 buttons one by one and eased his bootleg trouser down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt tails, starched collar and pitch-black tie.

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

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

'' expression, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightie up to show her second joint, `` Does n't your middle race ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightgown down and slipped the shoulder joint strap. The nightdress fell to her waistline revealing her pert knocker. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my boobies. What about my belly release. What about my cunt ? I know, '' she said as she whipped daily round, `` My bottom. ``

Carson groaned, May gasped, `` Oh my Almighty you are having a eye attack ! '' she cried, `` Oh god how do I excuse this one ! ``

'' No, it 's my shoulder strap, you will have to justify me ! '' he said but there were audio in the corridor and nowhere to go so Rachel Louise Carson could do no Thomas More than turn his back and wrench his underpamts down to uncover the patent manhood restraint he habitually wore.

A leather trigon with six straps, something like a forward-looking day thong kept his phallus firmly pressed against his belly at all times but caused the most excruciating pain if for any reason he became aroused.

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

'' Good God did a flashing 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 see until he saw his mirror image in the bedside mirror, a everlasting side view of his erection.

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

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

Carson froze.

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

Carson went to draw his gasp up but May intervened, `` No drawers, on the bed, oh and ask 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 strawman and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

He did n't look like Rachel Louise Carson any more, May thought. He just looked like any one of a twelve lovers 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 night-robe on the floor, `` Kneel before me ! ``

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

Rachel Louise Carson 's humanness reared to its utmost, veins rippling and bulging along its duration as he leaned forward and it touched the soft skin of her belly.

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

'' madam ? '' Rachel Carson replied.

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

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

She had a prankish mentation, she wold push him to the brink and then campaign him away so she grabbed his humanness, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the head of his putz up so it brushed her slit lips.

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

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

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

'' Does n't it delight you then Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any rattling man would just push forward a bantam bit and remove me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

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

'' Madam, '' he replied as the keen sense impression of her soft cunt lips against the tip of his rearing phallus raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

Beads of pre cum mixed with Mays secretions as Rachel Carson 's pecker nuzzled May 's pussy mouth, May judged it was sentence to put Carson in his place, but first pne more taunt before she threw him off the bed and threw him from the room in his underwear.

'' Do n't you want to push 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 mighty sinew were driving his cock into her yielding pussy.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh Inferno, '' May struggled but Carson had her pinned firmly to the bed now, `` Stop ! ``

Christopher Carson ignored her. If anything her struggles aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to solid men, willing male child were her common selection of lover but Carson had completely taken control of the berth, 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 servant to be homo beingness, '' Carson agreed, `` bequeath this perhaps serve well 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 entire, give up. ``

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

'' Then sit me you bastard ! '' she snapped, `` Be my stallion, my Irish bull, rag me ! ``

'' lady ? '' he queried.

'' I said turn on me, please me, energize me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it damn you, do it ! ``

They felt the cum rising, both knew he should take out out, neither wanted it and their munition held each other 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 medical dressing room, '' she added and she rolled on her position and dozed.

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

Rachel Carson by demarcation went straight to his way to take, he would not go out immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk to the place would admit him to charm the Midnight caravan to Wales, the 12.45 newspapers to Pontypool route via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had other ideas, she rang the toll, `` Kit Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Rachel Carson ! ``

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

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

'' lady. '' he replied.

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

'' No, the umbrage was mine madam, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall have my resignation. ''

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

'' The truth dame ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

'' Lord no, '' Carson smiled, `` With my simplicity, and a preventive, well brothel keeper, free will. ``

'' discreetness ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' And that should stand for something ? '' she said.

'' I was in the Dragoons, until XIX thirty seven, '' he added.

'' Not a cue ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked ma'am, caught in flagrante with the Colonel 's married woman, '' he explained, `` Ostracised by my friends, no money, no prognosis so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American, it was leisurely enough, said I was officers 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, '' Carson explained, `` She was fifty, grey haired, and then there was her firstborn girl, and the younger a few times, do you see gentlewoman, do you understand ? ``

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

'' I used to dame, anything this side of a Scotch Regiment brothel keeper ! '' 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, '' ma'am May agreed, `` Long skirts and bustle for me from now on Kit Carson, now about your business ! ``

Carson went back to his duties, he just did not have intercourse ow what to do, fearing the officer 's knock or the War office looking to recall him but then the dinner Alexander Melville Bell rang in his pantry and he went to call Lady 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 kit was twelvemonth out of appointment, a skimpy flappers skirt from the nineteen 20, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any knee pants ! ``

'' brothel keeper ! '' 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 repellent way but hurry up ! '' and she went back to her bed.

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

It was done in moments, four hired man wrestled with his fly buttons and then with his trousers in disorderliness she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs spreadhead astray so Carson could gently slide his eager rampant manhood back inside May 's ardent 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 flavour of his soft yet tough penis deep inside her as he began to hump against her.

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

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

'' You 're neglecting my dumbbell, '' May announced, `` perpetrate my wearing apparel up, do something ! '' she demanded so he slipped a hand under her dress to cup her left breast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' More than probable dame, '' he agreed.

Betsy the maiden bustled around in her smart Shirley Temple uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs St. Matthew the Apostle the cook toiled over her hot range, to the minor common soldier dining room, while Carson had minuscule to do as he stood ready to lot any wine which madam May might require.

May had matter on her nous, of the twenty or more lovers she had taken recently Christopher Carson was head and shoulders above the rest, but then he had not used a prophylactic, and the flood of ejaculate was intoxicating, and she was fairly trusted he was not seeing other women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the draught room where an annex telephone had been, she contacted the exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` Till Ten Miss for the Military, which number do you involve, '' 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 girl at the same time ! ``

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

'' God no, no, one at a time, '' Holly confirmed, `` He would have got away with it but he fell off his horse 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 last I heard, '' Buddy Holly guessed, `` fifty dollar bill pounds a go ! ``

'' 50 pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' Nothing, '' May lied.

'' Some sorting of serial sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Buddy Holly added, `` Apparently no sooner had he, you know, than he was at it again with another girl, anyway he had to give up his military commission, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her friend for the info 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 fire so she pondered on what to do.

It was exciting, like trying to control a thoroughbred she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the light through the door sending a vivid beam of light of Light out across the battlefront lawn.

'' You stunned female child ! '' May exclaimed, `` An enemy bomber could see that from twenty miles away you fool ! ``

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

Betsy lived in the small town three miles away and usually only went home on Sundays to see her parents and 11 pal 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 bump 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 touch ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

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

Betsy scowled.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed gentlewoman, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .