Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

The cane fell from her hand, her head threw back and her hips jerked forwards in reaction. Her knees buckled and she collapsed panting heavily onto the cool grass.

The weekend it seemed had passed so very quickly. It was Sunday evening and tomorrow Claire would once again return to her normal drudge of a life for another week. The weekend here at the manor this time had been so much better and more thrilling than ever. So much she had learned in two days about sexual delights and about herself.

The servants worked to strap her into the strong wooden framework, kneeling and with her arms outstretched in front of her. Strong leather straps secured her wrists and knees to hold her firmly against the crossbar beneath her stomach. Heavier weights were attached to her nipple rings to stretched her nipples down harshly beneath her body.

Madam approached and stood close, her pussy only inches from Claire's face.

"You have pleased me with your progress to date slut," Arabella's velvety voice stated. "Now you will be rewarded. A little gift to maintain you through the coming week until you return here."

Arabella moved close in to press her pussy against Claire's face.

"The servants will now use your delightful little pussy to sate their sexual desires – all eleven of them."

Claire gave a low groan of deep excitement in response.

"You may also lick my pussy whilst you enjoy your rewards."

Claire's whole shook as the servant's big hand slapped hard on her buttocks; a numbing and thumping slap of such power that the breath was knocked from her. Two more heavy slaps of his hand stung her pale flesh before he positioned himself behind her and pushed his cock in.

It felt wonderful, to again have a lovely thick cock up inside her. All the waiting and her self-induced orgasm had been good and now proved to be worth the wait.

He gripped her hips and lunged hard into her, brutal and uncaring in his quest for satisfaction. The big black boy, Claude was a veritable stallion, he rutted with a frantic energy of wild desire and battered into her slight body.

Claire found difficulty in holding her head still as she worked her tongue, the ramming of the man against her buttocks was so violent. The thick musky juices of Arabella's pussy was delightful, teasing even as Claire tried desperately to work her tongue inside.

Claude came, his thick seed squirting deep up inside her soft interior.

Once again, three thumping slaps of the next servant's hand on her buttocks preceded his forcing up into her. Again a frantic rutting began and Claire mewed softly as her tongue lapped at Arabella's wet labia.

Claire came at the same time as he shot his seed, thrilling at the feel of the second wash of sperm inside her. The slaps from the next servant were spiteful and agonising, the metal rings on his fingers unforgiving on her flesh.

The thrill, the sex and the quantity; eleven men, eleven different cocks and all for her. Claire grunted her acceptance of his hard lunges into her and tongued Madam excitedly as the sensations pulsed through her. She felt a deep and loving devotion toward her mistress and licked to please, to repay a little of the pleasure she herself was receiving.

Four times Claire had come during the session; four intense and wonderful orgasms that had further confirmed what would now be her way in life. No more the infrequent missionary style sex that Robert offered, she needed far more, was getting far more and intended to increase that yet again. Claire felt proud too that she had made Madam come. Clumsy and inexperienced though it may have been and Madam had said this was the case, but she was learning. Claire had been prepared to learn, wanted to learn but now with a greater and more fervent hunger to acquire the knowledge.

She sat now in the tepid water of the bath soothing her sore pussy lips. Uncomfortable but so satisfying, it felt good to have conquered them all. Each and every servant had had her but the better part really came afterwards when Madam had promised that Claire would soon herself control them all herself. That thought thrilled her immensely.

The parcel that had been left in her room intrigued her; large and bulky it had written instructions to open at her own home and not before. Impatient and excited she had thought of peeking but thought better of it for every instruction Madam gave was a for a good reason. The parcel could wait and so would she, the training depended on it.

It was the blue-eyed chauffeur that drove Claire home. She couldn't remember his name or when he had taken his turn in fucking her but she liked him. So smart in his uniform and the thick blonde hair that made his tanned skin seem even darker and more attractive. Her pussy ached both from want and from the many cocks she had had but the nagging ache simply wouldn't leave her.

As they moved speedily along the lanes Claire could contain herself no longer. That burning ache and the need to exercise her new-found authority came to the fore.

"Stop the car," she ordered.

Instantly the car slowed and pulled to the side of the road. The chauffeur applied the handbrake and turned around in question.

"Find a quite spot," Claire said firmly, her heart pounding fast in excitement.

"Yes, Madam," he said simply and moved the car off again.

Within minutes the car turned into a gateway of a field, stopped and the chauffeur switched off the engine.

"Get out and drop your trousers," Claire ordered in a thick husky voice. Her mouth was dry and her nipples erect, the power she felt simply pulsed within her.

She watched as he complied, in smooth confident movements he stood next to the car window and dropped his trousers. Both his hands held his shirt and jacket up around his waist to expose his erect cock.

A casual wave of Claire's hand brought him shuffling closer, she wound down the window, reached out and gripped his throbbing member. So warm and firm, it pulsed its excitement in her hand, the huge head purple in colour and the shaft dark with pumping blood.

Claire brought her glossy painted lips close to the tip, delighting in his groan of anticipation. Her tongue flicked across the tip to send little involuntary jerks of pleasure tugging at his bloated cock. She covered the head with her mouth, holding her lips loosely and circling her tongue around the big bulbous head. Her hand squeezed his thick shaft, her fingertips caressing and kneading.

To her delight and disappointment he came instantly, his thick salty seed gushing into her mouth and throat in powerful spurts. Claire licked and sucked, drinking the creamy liquid with much relish until he was finished.

She dabbed at her mouth with her handkerchief.

"Dear me," she stated coldly. "That deserves punishment."

A bolt of sensation ripped through her as he replied obediently.

"Yes of course, Madam."

Her hand slid beneath his balls to cup them, her long fingernails poised threateningly to press hard into the flesh. Her hand clutched claw-like and menacing.

"Apologise to Madam."

"Madam, I am sorry, please forgive me," he said earnestly and gasped as she gripped him.

His face contorted in a mask of pain as her nails dug harshly into his soft tender ball-sac.

Harder she squeezed, her body thrilling in the pain she was giving him. Claire released her grip and then pinched again, delighting in his pained grunts of deep suffering. Every nerve end in her body cried out for sexual release, the pounding excitement was bringing her close. Patience, she told herself, be patient for that is what Madam would expect of her.

He sighed loudly in relief as she at last released him and withdrew her hand.

"Next weekend," she sneered menacingly. "I shall complete your punishment."