Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Claire hands stroked and caressed, moving ever close toward Natalie's open pussy. Two fingers of each of her hands pushed inside the gaping tunnel to probe and search in a fervent hunger for release. Her mouth worked, the tongue flicking lightly across he very tip of Natalie's hard bud. The two women licking and sucking now in a passionate kissing of deep sexual pleasure.

Claire came first, her thighs clamping hard around Natalie's head as a terrific surge of sensation shot through her. Her teeth bit hard n her excitement and her fingers delved deep in her orgasm.

Natalie followed shortly after, sensing and feeling her friend's body as she came had a profound effect on her to bring her of instantly. She bucked and writhed at the waves of powerful sensation tore through her body.

It was with a most casual ease that the two women now sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Both were fully dressed and fully sexually gratified following their session together. There was an easiness between them, one that had never existed prior to today and both women were appreciative of it and to be able to talk freely about it.

"That!" Natalie said empathetically. "Was the very best – and the most orgasms – I have ever had."

Claire smiled back and set down her coffee cup.

" Glad you liked it. You really were a bitch devouring that big dildo the way that you did. Much more though to come at the manor and with Arabella's servants."

Natalie's eyes widened in interest, she shivered in delight as the thoughts came to her.

"What do it with other men you mean?"

Claire nodded.

"Not just men, but strapping young and fit men with bodies straight from heaven and cocks like small cucumbers. Two or three at a time if you want."

"No!" Natalie squealed in disbelief but her eyes seeking confirmation.

"True I assure you. I had two blokes at once there."

"Two?" Natalie asked looking a little bemused.

"Claire leaned forward across the table and lowered her voice secretively.

"One cock in my mouth and another up my pussy."

Natalie swallowed hard and sipped at her coffee, when she spoke her voice was trembling with excitement but the tone was more serious.

"My turn to visit the manor next week and I must admit I am beginning to feel a little nervous about it."

Claire sat back and crossed her legs.

"Excited too – bitch."

Natalie looked up mischievously.

"And that – Mistress."

The two women giggled and enjoyed the light-heartedness before again the toned turned back to serious.

"Haven't told the others anything have you, wouldn't want to ruin the surprise for Amey and Louise."

Natalie shook her head as she sipped from her mug.

"Nope! Licking and doing things with another woman is not the sort of thing that one wishes to discuss with friends."

Claire laughed aloud.

"You utter snob! Happy to get your pussy licked by a woman but not to talk of it."

Natalie flushed at the mickey-taking and responded equally light-heartedly.

"I will need to cultivate my speech," she mimicked in a polished accent. "If I am to serve at the manor."

Claire fell silent and said softly.

"And at the manor you will do exactly that – serve the Madam Arabella."

"Oh God," Natalie mumbled. " The very thought makes me all horny again."

Claire covered Natalie's hand lovingly and stroked it tenderly.

"You serve me bitch. Arabella at weekends perhaps but during the week you are mine."

Natalie leaned close, her mouth just inches from Claire's pouting lips.

"Happy to serve you ' Mistress."

Claire's hand slipped around Natalie's head to draw her on to a passionate and hungry kiss. Tongues entwined the women kissed passionately as two lovers would, then as the kiss ended.

"I'm in need again," Claire breathed in a thick voice.

Natalie stare back.

"Your turn with the dildo I think, my pussy is still recovering."

Claire smiled back.

"Do it bitch!" She hissed.

Natalie hissed back sexily.

"Yes, Mistress."

Claire was totally naked, she wore just her favourite high-heeled boots and bright-red lipstick. She strode confidently into her lounge and halted with her hands on her hips, two length of strong cord clutched in one hand.

"Stand when I enter the room you little shit!" She snapped.

Her husband Robert simply put his newspaper aside and stood up meekly.

"Kneel!" Claire ordered and stepped forward.

The sense of command was total, the pounding excitement accentuated by his hungry looks at her naked body. She moved in close, her right hand with fingers spread, stroked lovingly through his hair. Her fingers gripped and clenched, she twisted her hand cruelly to bring a cry of pain from her groveling husband.

Both his hands clamped over hers in an attempt to ease the tearing pain. Back and to the side his head was pulled arcing his back to a painful angle. Her knee snapped up hard into his chest to knock him backward onto the carpet.

"You are going to fuck me Robert," Claire breathed excitedly then hardened her tone to a menacing hiss. "And it had better be good."

She moved forward, raised her foot and pressed the thin heel of her boot hard down into the side of his thigh.

"Aren't you? She demanded a response.

Robert's hand went instantly to her foot, trying with all his might to ease the penetrating pressure that was digging into his flesh.

"Yes Madam…Mistress," he blurted quickly.

Claire paused a moment before lifting her foot and standing back.

Robert clutched at his thigh with both hands, rubbing the affected area to ease the throbbing pain. He slowly rose to his knees, his head down and gaze downcast.

"Are you hard wimp?"

He shook his head solemnly and answered in a low and pathetic voice.

"No Mistress."

Claire snorted in derision.

"Thought so! your silly little cock is becoming totally useless to me." She sighed heavily to show her displeasure. Once again I must do something to assist you."

Claire walked to the dining room table, swaying her hips and buttocks sensually. She leaned over and spread her long legs, wriggling her backside to taunt him.

"Oh God!" She gasped loudly. "I need at cock! Get me a cock Robert, a nice thick one that can satisfy m as you can't."

A terrific surge shot through her as she heard his little whimper. Her right hand moved down to cup her pussy, the red-painted fingernails teasing at her open slit.

He would be watching; looking between her thighs at her pussy and imagining a cock being pushed up her from behind, the thought thrilled her so very much. Claire's fingers pushed in, two side-by-side to force her labia apart.

"Another cock Robert," she breathed huskily. "I need someone else's cock."

Claire began to move her hips in a crude mimicry of being fucked. Her taut thighs and buttocks jarring in a make-believe rutting motion, her fingers delving deep inside her own body.

"He could fuck me like this Robert," She breathed between little gasps of delight.

Robert's voce cracked as he shouted back at her.

"No! Never!"

Claire laughed aloud.

"Yes Robert! Yes!" She called out as her fingers pumped urgently in and out of her.

He simply mumbled in defeat.

She stopped, stood upright and turned, her fingers slipping out easily over her copious juices.

He was hard, his cock jutting out and pushing his trousers into a tent at the front. Robert's face was flushed and his eyes roamed his wife's body longingly.

She stood silently, teasing him and offering herself so blatantly whilst he virtually dribbled for her touch. Her tone changed to almost matter-of-fact as she stated.

"I had a lovely cock up me earlier today Robert."