Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

"I wonder," she posed the question almost absently. "What another man's cock would really feel like."

She felt his cock jerk inside her.

"Bigger though," she stated raising her voice. "It would need to be much bigger than your silly little willy. A proper cock, with a proper man to fuck me as I need fucking."

His cock was pulsing rapidly in excitement, each little spasm transmitting its delight to her soft insides.

Her voice changed to a mischievous and taunting tone.

"Perhaps I have Robert."

"Have what?" He grunted almost in disinterest.

She giggled lightly.

"Had another man's cock up me."

No reply came, Robert remained stationary and silent; stunned at the very suggestion as the possibility that she could have hit him.

"Perhaps," Claire taunted further. "I have already been fucked by another. Possibly more than one."

She laughed aloud as she felt his cock jerking inside her, the little excited spurts of his sperm jetting deep within her interior. Then she came, a gripping series of intense and satisfying surges of deep sensation fed by flashing images of the servants at the manor.

Crestfallen, hurt and deeply disappointed was how Claire felt. She had even worn the suit into the lane as she awaited the car to collect her, albeit her body covered was with an overcoat. She had so wanted to please Madam, to show herself to her in the tight covering that she had come to love, and Madam had spurned her. Cold and hurtfully Madam had told her to 'get that thing off instantly' and those scathing words Claire recounted now in her discomfort.

She was naked and standing, bent over at the waist with her wrists tied securely to her ankles and her forehead touching her knees. An uncomfortable position that she had been left alone in for over an hour now; but Madam would have known that when she tied her there. The high-heeled shoes that she wore made even the slightest of movement a most dangerous prospect as she struggled to maintain her balance.

Claire started in surprise as the door suddenly flung open and crashed back hard and noisily against the wall. Madam strode in her spike-heeled boots striking noisily and menacingly on the wooden floorboards.

"Well bitch," Madam said loudly. "Have you had time now to experience coping with a little disappointment and humility?"

"Yes, Madam," Claire grunted, speaking was a most difficult operation in her discomfort.

Madam grunted her disbelief.

"We shall see," her knowing voice stated loudly in the small room.

Claire gasped and held her balance as Madam's finger stroked down over her buttocks and pressed against her puffy labia. The long finger pushed in exploring deep up inside her wet pussy. Claire could hear Madam giving little sighs of deep satisfaction as she fingered her. The thumb worked on her clitoris, rubbing and exciting the bud to full hardness. Claire moaned in pleasure and wished that she was free to arch her body to accept the wonderful feelings.

For several minutes the fondling continued, every part of her inside was explored thoroughly before the fingers withdrew. At terrific bolt of sensation shot through Claire as she heard Madam sucking and licking her pussy juices from her own fingers.

Claire almost lost balance as the thin cane cut harshly across her buttocks. A stinging and most cruel cut that burned deep into her body. A second and then a third, each moving down toward her exposed labia.

A muffled scream came from the girl as the cane struck across her pussy lips, the Agonising pain searing through and up into her pussy itself. A second stinging lash bit at her tender lips and then stopped. Claire tensed as the flicking tongue slid up and down the length of her labia, the tip resting between the swollen lips. Madam was kneeling behind her, that much Claire could see between her knees. The tongue drove in, wriggling delightfully to search her exposed interior. On and on the licking went bringing wonderful sensations heightened by her inability to be able to move.

Claire was close now, fear filled her as she though of falling in her high state of arousal, the coming orgasm would surely topple her. Electric spears of sensations raced through her when the tongue slid out and moved down to her hard bud. She screamed a muffled cry as Madam's teeth gently gripped her erect clitoris. Her body began to tremble with the first flutters of approaching orgasm and then Madam withdrew.

"Another hour for you to contemplate your humiliation is in order I think," Madam screeched delightedly.

"No! Please Madam No!" Claire pleaded from her bent over prison. "I'm almost there!"

Madam simply chuckled in response., she leaned down close to Claire's head, her voice low and taunting.

"Then that makes it all the better for you then slut. I'm going now to have Jason's lovely big cock up inside me, do enjoy the thought whilst you are alone won't you."

Madam stood, turned and walked out of the room.

Hatred filled Claire's heart and mind, the bitch was leaving her hovering after bringing her so very close. A ripple of sensation ran through Claire's body and then she began to laugh. Bitch, she thought, you wonderful, wonderful bitch.

It was two of the servants that had come for her, they had untied Claire and carried her between them ensuring to keep her legs apart. That action itself, the denial of being able to close her legs and squeeze her aching clitoris seemed wonderfully perverse. Their powerful young bodies pressing against her sides and their strong hands holding her were adding to her desperate need but once again, Madam would have been fully aware of that – the bitch.

Out of the front door they carried her and down the stone steps. In one smooth action they lifted her over the back of the horse and dropped her carefully down on the hard leather saddle.

The girl cried out at the contact, her thighs stretched wide apart by the enormous girth of the horse's body. Both Claire's hands clutched the horn of the saddle as she pressed her pussy hard against the firm leather horn. Shifting her hips and sighing loudly Claire ground herself against the saddle to gain the blissful sensations it produced for her.

Madam sat astride a big stallion nearby, watching the girl's great relief.

"Worth the wait?" Madam smiled.

Claire could only sigh in response, she looked across at Madam, her eyes conveying all that was necessary to say.

At Madam's command the horse moved off, the servants led Claire's horse whilst Madam followed unaided. The great lurch and sense of power in the beast had an astounding effect on Claire. Her hips jerked sharply to crush her clitoris hard against the saddle and to jar her buttocks. With each step the horse took the effects became greater and sweeter, more intense and so very wonderfully welcome.

Claire's head hung down, chin on her chest as she took-in the pounding sensations on her clitoris. Her hands now gripped the reins, her knuckles bled white in the power of her grip. Faster the feelings came to her, the rocking movement of her body on the horse as they moved across the lawns was hypnotic; pumping her headlong towards a tremendous orgasm. Back and forth she was jolted in the saddle, her open pussy lips pressing hard down on the brown leather. More powerfully and more frequently the spasms shook her body, building rapidly in a thumping crescendo of sheer bliss.

Claire's head threw back, her mouth opened and she screamed to the open air of the grounds as she came. A gurgling and then a sigh, her body locked rigid and she screamed aloud again as the orgasm tore through her. The girl slumped forward onto the neck of the horse and then slid around and down to the ground.

Her mind was a blur, a misty haze of detachment in the racking after tremours of the power of her climax. Rough hands gasped her, Claire was hoisted to her feet and pressed face against the flanks of the horse. Her wrists were twisted cruelly behind her back and the head of a cock nudged between her firm buttocks. She cried out as the huge cock pressed against the tight little entrance of her anus. The smell and feel of the horse close and against her face and body furthered her detached feeling.