Lady May

Lady May sprawled languidly across her four military post bed. The knit contraband silk cover still glistened with moisture from her sweat. Her long blonde hair's-breadth splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.

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

Kit Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his habit when Madame was entertaining, ready to receive Guest or serve his employers with equal adroitness as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a lowly ring of her Ladyship 's cigarettes from the computer storage 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. '' noblewoman May demanded.

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

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

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

'' No, he 's getting dressed, I wore him out ! '' she laughed, `` Poor lamb, oh and get rid of the 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 undefended and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davy stepped through, a man in his thirties, married with three nestling, 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.

'' in effect nobleman is that the fourth dimension, '' 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 employ a young fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like ! ``

'' I would rather not say gentlewoman, '' Carson insisted, `` But if I do not dedicate satisfaction then allow me to leave office. ``

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

Carson 's brain raced, surely she could not know the secret, unless the substantial John Harold Wilberforce Rachel Louise Carson had returned from United States of America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.

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

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

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

'' wellspring 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 sleeping accommodation dope will you, '' she said.

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

May was already regretting her whirlwind courting and marriage to Sir Leslie Stephen, with war clouds looming in the summer of 39, lecture of girl working in manufacturing plant and brownout, no cinema, dramaturgy, Nox society, well what was a daughter 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 sleeping room set in twenty landed estate of park 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 all over nightmare.

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

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

'' Relations Madam ? '' he asked imperiously.

'' Been to bed with, made passion, 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 lord, do you bow over ? '' she asked.

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

'' No, I want an reply, '' 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 separate. ``

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

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

'' lady ! '' Carson protested, `` Some decorousness please. ``

'' wellspring would you ? '' she repeated.

'' No, '' he insisted.

'' I do n't think you, '' she said, `` adopt off your trouser. ``

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

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

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

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

'' What misconduct ? '' he demanded.

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

Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should leave, but to have a beautiful young dame demand that he discase, such matter were the stuff and nonsense of dreams.

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

Slowly and carefully Carson removed his black long tailed jacket and slipped off his highly polished shameful shoes. he rolled each sock neatly and set it in the brake shoe and asked, `` Are you certainly my dame ? ``

'' Yes chop shot chopper. '' she replied.

He undid his fly release one by one and eased his black trousers down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt tails, starched pinch and melanise tie.

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

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

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

She smoothed the nightdress down and slipped the shoulder joint straps. The nightdress fell to her shank revealing her pert bosom. Carson Winced, `` Do n't you like my dumbbell. What about my belly button. What about my puss ? I know, '' she said as she whipped round, `` My bottom. ``

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

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

A leather Triangle with six straps, something like a Bodoni day lash kept his phallus firmly pressed against his belly at all metre but caused the most excruciating annoyance if for any reason he became aroused.

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

'' goodness God did a fanfare of my posterior do that to you ? '' May demanded as Christopher Carson struggled with the straps.

He looked round. May was laughing, he did n't understand until he saw his musing in the bedside mirror, a arrant side prospect of his erection.

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

'' Come here, '' May said firmly, `` On the bed, I want to facilitate you, to bring around you, you silly man, poking bottoms, whatever succeeding. ``

Rachel Carson froze.

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

Carson went to displume his pants up but May intervened, `` No pants, on the bed, oh and occupy that nonsensical shirt off. ``

Kit 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 front and the shirt and for completeness his vest.

He did n't face like Carson any Sir Thomas More, May persuasion. He just looked like any one of a twelve lover she had entertained, but not a lover, a gigolo, and she would deliver fun with him and post him away seething with frustration.

'' On the bed, '' she said as she threw her nightdress 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 trounce me ! ``

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

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

'' dame ? '' Carson replied.

'' Your heavy cock on my diffuse skin, do you like ? '' she asked as she enjoyed feeling his excitement.

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

She had a wicked intellection, she wold button him to the brink and then push him away so she grabbed his humanness, `` Down the bed, '' she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the head of his pecker up so it brushed her slit 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 heat against her and the sudden overwhelming feeling of power.

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

'' Does n't it please you then Carson ? '' she asked, `` Any real man would just labour forward a flyspeck bit and accept me. ``

'' Yes Madam. '' Carson replied.

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

'' madam, '' he replied as the dainty sensation of her easygoing slit lips against the tip of his rampant member raced uncontrollably through his body.

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

Beads of pre cum mixed with may secretions as Rachel Louise Carson 's putz nuzzled May 's snatch brim, May judged it was time to put Carson in his place, but first base pne more twit before she threw him off the bed and threw him from the room in his underwear.

'' Do n't you want to agitate 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 muscular tissue were driving his cock into her yielding pussy.

'' God no, terminate, oh hell please I was joking, '' May babbled as he thrust a second and third sentence, `` You do n't cause a safe, oh christ, oh Deliverer, oh bloody hell ! ``

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

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

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

'' Oh infernal region, '' May struggled but Carson had her pinned firmly to the bed now, `` finish ! ``

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

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

'' No brothel keeper, one seldom considers servants to be human beings, '' Carson agreed, `` Will this perhaps wait on 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, blockade. ``

'' I can see little stage in stopping brothel keeper, the deed 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 Stallion, my Bull, tantalize me ! ``

'' Madam ? '' he queried.

'' I said tantalize me, please me, excite me, do something ! '' she said, `` Do it damn you, do it ! ``

They felt the cum rising, both knew he should tear out, neither wanted it and their coat of arms held each other tightly as the pent up emotions burst with his fluids to swamp her parts.

She flopped back onto the pillow, `` give thanks you Kit 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 stir up Lady May, `` give thanks you Carson, that will be all for now, '' she giggled and she rolled over again feeling pleasantly satisfied, and only the slightest bit guilty.

Kit Carson by direct contrast went straight to his room to pack, he would not leave immediately but just after midnight, a ten min walk to the station would tolerate him to fascinate the Midnight train to Wales, the 12.45 newspaper publisher to Pontypool Road via Swindon and Gloucester to be precise.

But May had former approximation, she rang the Alexander Graham Bell, `` Christopher Carson, '' she bellowed, `` Carson ! ``

He rushed to her threshold and taking a big breathing place he answered `` Ah, yes ma'am, '' as he swung the room access open.

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

'' Madam. '' he replied.

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

'' No, the law-breaking was mine brothel keeper, '' Carson insisted, `` You shall have my resignation. ''

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

'' The truth gentlewoman ? '' he asked.

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

'' I try to keep ascendence madam, but I am weak, I am afraid, '' he explained.

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

'' God Almighty no, '' Carson smiled, `` With my restraint, and a prophylactic, well brothel keeper, discernment. ``

'' Discretion ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Alas no, '' Carson admitted, `` A ace signaling and I should be upon you now Madam. ``

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

Rachel Louise Carson paused. `` Madam, perhaps you should jazz the truth, it will come out, muster and enrollment, my name is not Carson, it 's Wilberforce, John Harold Wilberforce, I added the Carson do you see. ``

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

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

'' Not a clue ! '' she admitted.

'' I was sacked gentlewoman, caught in flagrante with the Colonel 's wife, '' he explained, `` Ostracised by my friends, no money, no aspect so took up as a butler with Mr Hennesy, an American language, it was leisurely enough, said I was officer Batman, no questions asked. ``

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

'' Indeed gentlewoman, '' he agreed.

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

'' Colonel 's wife Madam, '' Carson explained, `` She was fifty, grey-haired haired, and then there was her firstborn daughter, and the youthful a few multiplication, do you see brothel keeper, do you sympathize ? ``

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

'' I used to brothel keeper, anything this side of a Scottish 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 brothel keeper, '' he agreed.

'' Absolutely Kit Carson, '' lady May agreed, `` Long chick and bustles for me from now on Rachel Carson, now about your line of work ! ``

Carson went back to his duties, he just did not sleep with ow what to do, fearing the policeman 's whang or the War office looking to recall him but then the dinner chime rang in his larder and he went to send for ma'am May to diner.

He knocked the threshold, `` Ah hem, dinner time lady. ``

'' sexual climax, '' she said as she opened the room access with a big grin. He stared, her outfit was yr out of appointment, a skimpy flappers skirt from the nineteen XX, `` Like it ? '' she asked as she slipped past him, `` I 'm not wearing any knickers ! ``

'' Madam ! '' he snorted.

'' Down Panthera tigris, be patient role ! '' she laughed, `` I 'm athirst ! ``

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

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

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

It was done in instant, four hands wrestled with his fly release and then with his trousers in confusedness she grasped his swelling manhood, caressed it gently and drew him to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs bed covering wide-cut so Rachel Louise Carson could gently slew his eager rearing humanness back inside May 's fond wet vagina where she now felt he belonged.

She gasped at his intrusion, relaxed to allow him to figure her fully and luxuriated in the spirit of his soft yet severe penis deep inside her as he began to hump against her.

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

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

'' You 're neglecting my boobies, '' May announced, `` deplume my wearing apparel up, do something ! '' she demanded so he slipped a script under her clothes to cup her leftfield breast.

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

He held her close, impudence 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. ``

He needed no prompting and his climax was immediate and as vivid as before, May cried out, her moans un stifled as she revelled in the force 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 think it will rain down later, Rachel Louise Carson ? '' she asked.

'' I believe it may well be a technicality damp brothel keeper, '' he replied teasing her.

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

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

Betsy the housemaid bustled around in her smartness black uniform, shuttling from the kitchen where Mrs Saint Matthew the cook toiled over her hot kitchen range, to the small individual dining elbow room, while Rachel Carson had piffling to do as he stood ready to distribute any wine which Lady May might require.

May had things on her mind, of the XX or Sir Thomas More lovers she had taken recently Carson was straits and shoulders above the repose, but then he had not used a prophylactic, and the flood lamp of ejaculate was intoxicating, and she was fairly surely he was not seeing other women.

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

May finished her dinner party and went through to the drafting room where an extension service telephone had been, she contacted the exchange and was surprised that Susan was still there, `` boulder clay Ten fille for the Military, which number do you require, '' she had replied.

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

'' God no, no, one at a prison term, '' Holly confirmed, `` He would experience got away with it but he fell off his sawhorse and all three turned up at his bedside ! ``

'' Oh, '' said May.

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

'' I heard rumour, '' May lied.

'' Working as Gigolo in Monte Carlo finish I heard, '' Buddy Holly guessed, `` fifty pounds a go ! ``

'' fifty pounds ! '' May exploded.

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

'' Nothing, '' May lied.

'' Some kind of sequential sex maniac the MO said apparently, '' Holly added, `` Apparently no Oklahoman had he, you know, than he was at it again with another girlfriend, anyway he had to resign his commission, and he just disappeared. ``

May thanked her acquaintance for the information and set the phone 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 master a thoroughbred she decided, and then Betsy walked in, the Inner Light through the room access sending a splendid rotating shaft of light out across the presence lawn.

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

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

Betsy lived in the hamlet three miles away and usually only went home on Sundays to see her parents and 11 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 obtain 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 meet ? ``

'' Me dad ! '' Betsy insisted.

'' Really ? '' May enquired, `` Not some red-blooded young chap ? ``

Betsy scowled.

'' Do you need to get laid, is that it, minuscule girl growing up, trivial scabies you need to excise, like a she cat on heat ! '' May snapped.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes ma'am, '' he agreed.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Christopher Carson enquired.

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

'' Madam ? '' Carson replied.

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

'' Indeed Madam, '' Rachel Carson replied.

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

To be continued .