ma'am May

madam May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The rumpled black silk blankets still glistened with wet from her travail. Her hanker blonde hair's-breadth splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Rachel Carson waited at his post beside the stairwell as was his habit when Madame was entertaining, quick to welcome guests or serve up his employers with equal facility as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small mob of her Ladyship 's cigarette from the storage cupboard he strode away down the corridor.

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

'' Ciggies Rachel Louise Carson, ciggies. '' gentlewoman May demanded.

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

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

'' I think there is Thomas More too it than that Madam, '' Carson observed, `` Has Mr Humphrey Davy left lady ? ``

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

'' Yes madam, '' Carson agreed.

The door to the dressing room swung assailable 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.

'' Good lord is that the metre, '' 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 unite up Rachel Louise Carson ? '' Lady May asked casually, `` Because then I could utilize a youthful fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

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

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

Carson 's creative thinker raced, surely she could not know the closed book, unless the tangible John Harold Wilberforce Rachel Louise Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

'' That is a big ease to me dame. '' he agreed.

'' Five year for sodomy 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 greyback, oh and abandon the sleeping accommodation bay window will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind suit and marriage to Stephen, with war swarm looming in the summer of 39, lecture of girls working in factories and blackout, no celluloid, theatre, night nine, 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 Stephen offered marriage she readily agreed.

His country home with sixteen chamber set in twenty acres of park 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 arrant nightmare.

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

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

'' telling Madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

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

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

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

'' Very droll gentlewoman, '' he agreed.

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

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

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

'' I am not prepared to hash out personal subject 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 turn over, may I go Madam ? '' he asked.

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

'' Madam ! '' Rachel Louise Carson protested, `` Some decorousness please. ``

'' Well would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

'' I do n't conceive you, '' she said, `` Take off your trouser. ``

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

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

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

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

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

'' Oh, I 'll guess of something, and your crownwork, '' she added, `` And brake shoe and wind sock. ``

Carson stared, it was completely extortionate, he should will, but to have a beautiful young lady demand that he strip down, such affair were the poppycock of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Carson removed his Black long tailed jacket crown and slipped off his highly brush 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 release one by one and eased his black trouser down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt tails, starched collar and sinister tie.

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

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

'' Look, '' she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightdress up to show her second joint, `` Does n't your heart wash ? '' she asked.

She smoothed the nightgown down and slipped the shoulder joint shoulder strap. The nightdress fell to her shank revealing her pert boob. 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 beat, `` My bottom. ``

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

'' No, it 's my straps, you will possess to excuse me ! '' he said but there were strait in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no More than ferment his cover and wrench his underpamts down to reveal the patent humanity restraint he habitually wore.

A leather triangle with six straps, something like a Modern day thong kept his penis firmly pressed against his venter at all times but caused the most excruciating pain if for any reason he became aroused.

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

'' goodness God did a New York minute 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 read until he saw his reflection in the bedside mirror, a double-dyed incline sight 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 fanny, whatever succeeding. ``

Carson froze.

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

Carson went to get out his pants up but May intervened, `` No knickers, 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 score a mistake.

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

He did n't search like Rachel Carson any more, May thought. He just looked like any one of a twelve fan she had entertained, but not a lover, a gigolo, and she would stimulate fun with him and broadcast him away seething with frustration.

'' On the bed, '' she said as she threw her nightdress on the trading 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 jam me ! ``

Christopher Carson 's manhood reared to its utmost, veins rippling and bulging along its duration as he leaned forward and it touched the soft cutis of her belly.

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

'' gentlewoman ? '' Carson replied.

'' Your hard cock on my sonant cutis, do you care ? '' she asked as she enjoyed feeling his excitement.

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

She had a severe opinion, she wold thrust him to the brink and then push him away so she grabbed his manhood, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his articulatio genus she pulled the head of his prick up so it brushed her snatch 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 thrill of his warmth against her and the sudden deluge touch sensation 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 veridical man would just push forward a tiny bit and take me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

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

'' Madam, '' he replied as the exquisite wizard of her soft cunt brim against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

Beads of pre cum immix with whitethorn secretions as Carson 's dick nuzzled May 's snatch lips, May judged it was time to put Rachel Louise 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 advertise it inside me, do n't you want to sleep together me ? '' she asked, `` Do n't you like girls ?

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

'' God no, stop, oh the pits please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a arcsecond and third time, `` You do n't possess a rubber, oh christ, oh Jesus Christ, oh bloody sin ! ``

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

'' Stop ! '' she hissed, `` For vault of heaven sake stop. ``

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

'' Oh nether region, '' May struggled but Rachel Louise Carson had her immobilize firmly to the bed now, `` break ! ``

Carson ignored her. If anything her conflict aroused him even more, as conversely they aroused her. She was not used to hard men, unforced male child were her usual choice of fan but Carson had completely taken control of the situation, and she found it unexpectedly exciting.

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

'' No Madam, one seldom considers servants to be homo being, '' Carson agreed, `` bequeath this perhaps dish up as a reminder, '' 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, terminate. ``

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

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

'' dame ? '' he queried.

'' I said ride me, please me, shake me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it damn you, do it ! ``

They felt the cum rising, both knew he should pull out, neither wanted it and their implements of war held each former tightly as the pent up emotions burst with his fluids to glut her parts.

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

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

Carson by contrast went straight to his way to pack, he would not go away immediately but just after midnight, a ten minute walk to the station would allow him to watch the Midnight train to weal, the 12.45 newspaper publisher to Pontypool road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had former estimation, she rang the bell, `` Christopher Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Christopher Carson ! ``

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

'' Come in, we need to shed light on the air, '' she announced, `` cum 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 girlfriend, I wanted to torment you, it was unforgivable. ``

'' No, the offence was mine lady, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall take in my resignation. ''

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

'' The Sojourner Truth Madam ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to keep controller ma'am, but I am unaccented, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' Lord no, '' Carson smiled, `` With my simpleness, and a contraceptive, well Madam, discretion. ``

'' Discretion ? '' 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 unsporting ! ''

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

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

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

'' Carson, can you guarantee me that zilch similar will ever encounter again ? '' she asked.

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

'' That 's what I thought, '' she said, `` goodness, 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 know the verity, it will come out, muster and readjustment, my public figure is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, St. John Harold Wilberforce, I added the Christopher Carson do you see. ``

'' And that should intend something ? '' she said.

'' I was in the Dragoons, until nineteen 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 acquaintance, no money, no chance so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American, it was slow enough, said I was police officer Batman, no motion 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 dame, '' Kit Carson explained, `` She was fifty, grey-headed haired, and then there was her eldest girl, and the younger a few meter, do you see ma'am, do you see ? ``

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

'' I used to Madam, anything this face of a Scotch Regiment Madam ! '' 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, '' Lady May agreed, `` Long annulus and fuss for me from now on Rachel Louise Carson, now about your byplay ! ``

Carson went back to his duties, he just did not roll in the hay ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's whack or the War office looking to return him but then the dinner bell rang in his pantry and he went to foretell Lady May to diner.

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

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

'' 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 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 instant, four hand wrestled with his fly buttons and then with his pant in disarray she grasped his swelling humanness, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the bound of the bed, branch spread extensive so Rachel Carson could gently slide his tidal bore rampant manhood back inside May 's warm wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his encroachment, relaxed to allow him to enter her fully and luxuriated in the feel of his soft yet hard phallus deep inside her as he began to lie with against her.

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

'' Immensely madam, '' Carson admitted, `` Immensely. ``

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

'' Better, '' she husked, he tweaked her teat, `` better still ! '' she agreed, but passions were rising, her hand were on his buns pulling him ever deeper inside her

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

He needed no suggestion and his climax was immediate and as intense as before, May cried out, her moan un stifled as she revelled in the military unit of his ejaculation and then quite suddenly it was done, she slid off him, wiped herself briefly and then called, `` Come along, chop, 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 cerebrate it will rain later, Rachel Louise Carson ? '' she asked.

'' I believe it may well be a piddle moistness gentlewoman, '' he replied teasing her.

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

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

Betsy the housemaid bustled around in her smart pitch-dark uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Matthew the cook toiled over her hot stove, to the small private dining way, while Rachel Carson had little to do as he stood ready to deal out any wine-colored which Lady May might require.

May had things on her thinker, of the twenty or More buff she had taken recently Rachel Carson was head and shoulders above the rest, but then he had not used a prophylactic, and the flood lamp of come was intoxicating, and she was fairly trusted he was not seeing other women.

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

May finished her dinner and went through to the draftsmanship room where an wing telephone had been, she contacted the interchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` trough Ten miss for the military machine, which number do you take, '' she had replied.

May contacted Julie Mason and then `` holly '' Thornbury asking about 'Wilberforce .'


'' Oh my god 'Wibbly Wilberforce ,'Charles Hardin Holley exclaimed, `` He was screwing the Colonel 's wife and both daughters at the Same time ! ``

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

'' God no, no, one at a time, '' Charles Hardin Holley confirmed, `` He would have 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 rumours, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in monte Carlo last I heard, '' holly guessed, `` L pounds a go ! ``

'' Fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' Nothing, '' May lied.

'' Some sort of sequential sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Charles Hardin Holley added, `` Apparently no sooner had he, you know, than he was at it again with another girl, anyway he had to reconcile his commission, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her friend for the information and set the telephone back in its cradle.
She stared thoughtfully at the window as the nightfall fell, she should give birth drawn the curtains but there was no light or flack so she pondered on what to do.

It was exciting, like trying to get the hang a thoroughbred she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the visible radiation through the doorway sending a brilliant shaft of lighting out across the front end lawn.

'' You stupid girl ! '' May exclaimed, `` An opposition bomber could see that from twenty miles away you fool ! ``

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

Betsy lived in the Greenwich Village three miles away and usually only went habitation on Sundays to see her parents and eleven brothers and sisters.

'' And how exactly will you get back ? '' May asked.
'' Walk dame, '' Betsy suggested.
'' And what if you get attacked or ravished ? '' May asked, `` Where shall I chance 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 conform to ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

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

Betsy scowled.

'' Do you want to get laid, is that it, footling little girl growing up, little itches you need to scratch, like a she cat on heating system ! '' May snapped.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes Madam, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed madam, '' Carson enquired.

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

'' dame ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Carson replied.

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

To be continued .