Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Claire tensed her internal muscles as tightly as she could but to no effect. Again and again she tried and then tried it standing up again with little success, the pencil simply stayed there held in place by Claire's wet pussy juices. The hairbrush handle seemed a better prospect, positioning herself in front of the long wardrobe mirror Claire shifted her legs apart and prepared herself. The handle was cool and rigid as it pushed up inside, she watched its progress carefully in her reflection. Up and up it went until only the bristles were visible projecting from her pussy then Claire tried tensing. It worked in part, she felt a monetary gripping and then her muscles relaxed. Still holding the brush into her Claire tried again using several different methods of coaxing her muscles to respond. More frequently she felt the delightful sensations, her muscles closing around the whole length of the handle inside her.

She rested a moment, took a deep breath and tried again, she could now release her hold on the bristles and delighted in the way her body held the brush firmly if only for fleeting seconds at a time. Gradually as the technique became clear Claire was able to grip and hold for longer and longer periods. The rhythmic pulsing grips were pushing her state of arousal higher by the moment. It was so exciting, fucking herself with her own body and method, the object not even moving to aid her pleasure.

With hands on her hips now, she watched in the mirror as the bristles of the brush jerked slightly in time with her gripping and relaxing she could hold it in her at last! Claire imagined one of the servants up her, of squeezing his cock whilst staring directly into his eyes. Of teasing him, bringing him to the very brink of climax and then stopping to watch his disappointment. During her thoughts the rhythm had increased in pace to a regular jolting of her muscles. The handle served as the medium and she fucked vigorously as she moved closer to her peak.

Claire tensed her whole body, the throbbing sensations now pumping through her unstoppably. One hand moved down to cup her mons, her fingers pressing hard against her erect clitoris. She rubbed and gripped in tandem to send her arousal to the very brink. She hovered there, panting hard in excitement. She opened her eyes, looked at herself in the mirror, blew a sensual kiss at her reflection and came to orgasm.

With one hand extended and placed on the mirror to steady herself, Claire bucked and shook as the orgasm tore through her. She watched her own expression, the way her face contorted in a mask of pained pleasure and sunk slowly down to her knees. Moaning her pleasure she rested there as her slim body shivered in the blissful after shocks of climax.

As the wonderful sensations began to subside, Claire wondered what size the carrots in her vegetable rack were.

The back door was open as she arrived and Natalie was about to step in.

"Stop," Claire's voice commanded loudly. "Take your coat off outside."

Stunned Natalie looked hesitantly around her.

"But your neighbours!" She protested. "I'm totally naked underneath."

Natalie stared in disbelief at Claire's nipple rings as she stepped into the doorway.

"I said," Claire hissed sternly. "Take your coat off outside."

Natalie complied, slipping the thick overcoat off to stand naked on the doorstep. Claire moved back to allow her entry and closed the door slowly behind her. She circled Natalie silently, walking slowly around her, both naked women pulsing with sexual expectation.

Claire took-in the firm neat breasts of her friend, the slim waist and narrow hip sand those slender thighs sculptured by much fitness training.

"Do you feel horny, bitch?" Claire's low husky voice asked in the stillness of the kitchen.

Natalie stood erect and motionless, her stare straight ahead of her.

"Yes, very…Mistress."

Claire moved to her front, aware that her friend's eyes were now searching between her thighs and inspecting the shaven mound of her mons.

"Squat bitch and part your thighs, I want to see your pussy."

Natalie gasped at the surge of excitement she felt and lowered her body as she had been instructed to.

Claire gazed at the wonderful open thighs and the very hairy pussy of her friend. The sense of command that she felt was a terrific high for her and her pussy contracted in delightful little spasms.

"Do you need to come bitch,"

"Oh yes Mistress! I need it so badly it almost hurts."

Claire nodded her acceptance.

"Touch yourself, your pussy touch it!"

Hesitantly Natalie's hand moved down between her thighs to rest on her dark thatch of hair "I've never actually…"

"Do it!" Claire hissed menacingly and then watched as her friend's slim fingers moved slowly on her labia.

"Oh God," Natalie muttered, she flushed bright red at the humiliation and raw sexual excitement of the situation.

"Two fingers, put two fingers up inside."

Natalie complied, the look of disgust on her face made Claire shiver in delight. The girl fingered herself slowly and with the utmost reluctance.

"Enough slut. Now to the bedroom and run!"

Claire delighted in her friend's haste, watching her withdraw her fingers and get to her feet before scurrying through to the hall.

Claire moved the opened parcel and wrappings from the bed and Natalie climbed on to kneel on all fours as was required of her. She knelt there silently and obediently waiting for her next instructions. Natalie shivered in delight and let out a little gasp as Claire's hand began stroking lovingly over her presented buttocks; the long delicate fingers caressing and feelings the firm young flesh. Natalie tensed as the fingers slipped slowly down over the curve of her backside edging ever closer to her open sex.

"Punishment bitch," Claire breathed excitedly. "You must be punished first."

"Yes," Natalie agreed in a low voice thick with pounding sexual arousal. She would have agreed to almost anything in her desperate longing for fulfillment.

She yelped as the flat of Claire's hand slapped hard down on her buttocks but she remained as she was. Again the hand stung her to send a warming glow moving over her buttocks and between her legs. Slap after slap struck home, the naughtiness and sheer excitement making Natalie's pussy grip and her clitoris jolt in response. Fifteen in all, slaps hard and yet so sensual, Natalie's pussy was afire with burning need. She muttered and groaned as the stinging spanking continued and then groaned her disappointment when Claire stopped.

"Turn over bitch and lay on your back."

Natalie complied, snuggling herself deeply into the thick quilt.

"What? Oh my God!" Natalie uttered as Claire took her wrist and began tying the cord around it.

Once secured Claire pulled her arm up and out and tied it securely to the head of the bed. Both her wrists and both her ankles were similarly tightly tied, each to a corner of the bed to spread-eagle Natalie immovably.

Claire surveyed her handwork on the stretched slim body of her friend before getting onto the bed and straddling Natalie's stomach. She lowered her open pussy to rest it down on Natalie's bare stomach and to drink-in the warm feel of her flesh against her inner lips. The sense of power that Claire felt as she towered her tethered and helpless friend pushed her level of arousal higher still. Her hands reached out to cover both Natalie's breasts and to begin caressing them lovingly.

Natalie whimpered softly, forcing her hard stomach upward to savour the wet warmth of Claire's pussy on her. The wonderful feel of those hand's; another woman's hands, touching her so intimately, so passionately and knowingly. She gasped at the sudden shot of pain as Claire gripped both her nipples and squeezed hard; she cried out as the long fingernails bit deeply into her tender little buds. All the time she was being caressed Claire's smiling face looked down at her in torment.