Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

"Oh God," the servant mumbled and braced himself.

Arabella's voice was soft and mocking, she bent close to his ear to say the words.

"He can't help you now, you will suffer for your clumsiness."

She stepped back away from him, raised the crop high above her shoulder and brought it down hard on his buttocks. Scream after scream reverberated around the gym as Madam laid the lashes on him. In a furious assault of sheer anger she swung the crop again and again. Arabella grunted with pleasure at each stroke she gave him, the satisfying smack of leather on his bare body and the pulling of the strap between her legs. It drove her to higher and higher planes of arousal that brought her close to the brink of orgasm itself. She paused, panting hard and composing herself to allow her rising orgasm to subside.

His white flesh was stained; wide red stripes raised welts on his backside, deeply coloured bruising that bore testament to the savagery of the beating. He was murmuring incoherently in his agony, struggling now to maintain his upright stance and in imminent danger of falling.

Madam released the cord attached to his cock, a great and grateful sigh of relief came from him as she did so. She freed too his hands, allowing the numbed limbs to fall uselessly to his sides.

"Down!" She barked in command. "Down on all fours."

The man was confused and dazed, the stinging pain still rushing through his body and mind. Another hard lash of the crop across his back helped urge him into the required position.

Madam straddled him, sitting astride his back in a riding position; her erect clitoris located against the hard bone of his spine. She began jerking her hips, rubbing herself against him. His warm body gripped between her thighs and her wet, open pussy pressing down on his skin. Arabella rode him frantically, gripping his hair as reins for purchase as she took her pleasure. Her back was arched, her chest out, her head fell back and she grunted with each urgent thrust of her body. Faster and faster she spurred him with her hips, her hard clitoris sensing the wonderful feel of him on her intimate parts.

She dug her long heels back painfully into his thighs as her passion mounted. She was lost in a world of frantic pounding desire as her hips jerked wildly to bring herself off. Rubbing herself violently on his skin she came to her peak.

His head was yanked back cruelly as she came, her mouth opening to emit a low and long wailing of deep satisfaction. Arabella's thighs gripped vice-like around his body to crush the breath from him. She rode on, savouring every last blissful sensation before dismounting to lay on the floor murmuring softly in pleasure.

Natalie was laid back on the bed murmuring softly in the blissful state of post-orgasm. From where she had sat on the edge of the bed during her climax she simply fell back sated and had remained there since.

"Fantastic," she moaned softly. "The best orgasm ever."

"Just the beginning bitch," Claire purred in satisfaction.

Natalie roused herself, lifting to support her upper body on her elbows.

"My God!" Natalie enthused. "It was so thrilling – so naughty – and so very nice."

"Glad you enjoyed it. Ready for another?" Claire asked smiling.

Natalie looked at her in amazement.

"What? Two straight off?"

Claire beamed a smile back at her.

"Why not bitch?"

The girl moaned and sighed deeply. Her voice was thick with arousal when she replied.

"I love it when you call me that. 'Bitch' it's so very…well…demeaning and insulting but at the same time so very horny."

"Mistress," Claire prompted gently. "You will call me Mistress."

Natalie nodded her agreement.

"Okay then," Claire said firmly. "Stand up and strip ready to come again."

Natalie quickly sat upright.

"What? Take my clothes of in front of you!"

Claire's hand shot rapidly our from her side to grasp a handful of Natalie's hair; she twisted it cruelly to bring a gasp of pain from her friend.

"Do as I tell you slut!"

Natalie whimpered in delight at the name Claire used to address her and the force she was using on her. She immediately began unbuttoning her blouse whilst the hold on her hair remained firm.

Claire towered over the trembling girl, looking down at the firm swell of breasts as the blouse parted. Her friend's soft orbs were firm and inviting, pushed together and upward by her bra to create a deep and tantalising cleavage. Claire's pussy throbbed its need as she commanded her friend, giving pain and having her under control was so exciting. Those feelings increased as Natalie's breasts were bared, her rosy pink nipples sticking out firmly in erection.

Pulling on her friend's hair Claire hoisted Natalie to her feet and released her grip.

"Now the trousers slut."

Natalie was trembling with high excitement and just a little apprehension as she complied, opening her trousers and slipping them down to the floor. She hesitated as her hands held the sides of her panties and then she slipped those down also to reveal and dark brown thatch of pubic hair. She stood naked and a little ashamed before her latex-clad friend.

Claire made much of inspecting her friend's body, her gaze lingering first on her nipples and then moving slowly and methodically down to her pussy.

"Turn," Claire ordered.

Natalie couldn't contain a gasp, the surge that washed through her as she was commanded so curtly thrilled her tremendously. Silently she turned and stood, aware that Claire was behind her but not knowing what would come next. It seemed all so exciting and wrong yet simply too thrilling to want to stop. Her friend's eyes would be roaming her naked buttocks and back, inspecting her thighs and legs. She felt pounding waves of deep sensation flooding through her at the thought.

"Part your legs," Claire's velvety coaxing voice said.

Natalie complied, shifting her feet to adopt a wide stance. When instructed, she bent over and placed her hands on the bed, her whole pussy exposed so wantonly between the backs of her thighs. Her heart beat fast, her breathing was laboured as the sexual thrill rushed through her entire body. Claire was aroused, highly so, her voice portrayed the fact.

"Lift your head and arch your back bitch."

Natalie almost came at the terrific jolt she received, the position and the sheer naughtiness of the situation bringing her closer and closer toward her peak. She felt every bit a slut as she did as she was bid; arching to raise and offer her buttocks high in a base and unashamed fashion. She tensed slightly and let out a stifled gasp as she felt just the tip of Claire's fingernails touch between her shoulder blades. She sighed in deep pleasure and wild throbbing anticipation and uncertainty as the nail traced a slow line down her back and toward her private parts.

"Closer bitch," Claire breathed excitedly as her finger dipped over the small over Natalie's back and paused at the crease of her buttocks. "I'm moving closer to your secret passage."

"Oh God!" Natalie murmured softly as the nail began to move slowly down the crease of her buttocks. It passed the tight little ring of her anus, pausing threatening before continuing downward.

"Almost at your pussy," Claire purred sexily. "Should I?"

Natalie nodded, her breathing fast and urgent.

"Yes," she whispered almost inaudibly.

Claire's tone became harsh and demanding.

"I asked you a question you cock-sucking little slut!"

"Oooh!" Natalie gasped and then added more loudly. "Yes! Yes! Do it – please do it!"

Claire's fingernail was teasing between the open lips of Natalie's pussy, probing lightly at the soft, pink inner lips.

"You want me to touch you?" Claire teased in a little-girly voice. "You want my finger inside you?"