Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

He looked up her, his pathetic eyes searching her face hopefully for signs of jest.

"Not sure are you?" She mocked. "I might have been fucked but then you wouldn't know for sure would you."

His cock jerked in response, the material of his trousers shifting to portray his excitement.

Claire noted the movement and lowered her voice sensually, her hand stroke idly at her shaven pussy.

"A nice hard cock Robert," she purred, her red lips moving in a mimicry of oral sex.

He grunted and tensed, a wet stain spread out through his light-grey trousers to announce his climax.

Claire was at him instantly, her eyes blazing and her lips curled back in anger. She slapped hard across the side of his face to knock him sideways back onto the floor. Her booted foot landed a hefty kick into his side then another that crashed hard against his buttocks.

"Bastard!" She screeched furiously. "Bastard! I'll see that you suffer for that."

Seething, Claire stalked from the room to leave him cowering fearfully on the hearth carpet.

Madam treated her differently this Friday. She greeted Claire on the front steps of the house and linked her arm as she guided her through to the breakfast room.

"First we eat and then," Arabella paused. "The fun begins."

Both women wore identical body suits in shimmering black latex that fastened tightly around the collar to leave just their faces and hands showing as flesh. Tight, so very tight and clinging the suits looked fantastic, portraying clearly the shape of their bodies beneath. High-heeled boots and made up faces the two women looked harsh and yet sensual, they settled themselves at the long table and chatted idly.

Two naked servants served the breakfast and stood back attentively but discreetly as the women ate.

Mid-way through their meal Arabella paused and posed the question.

"Would you like some little distraction fellow Mistress?"

Claire was eating and her mouth was full but she nodded her ready agreement. Arabella had used the term 'fellow Mistress' and Claire noted this, a certain pride filling her.

Madam turned to the servants and gave an order.

"One of you, up on the table now and lay back."

The man complied, Paul, the blonde servant that Claire particularly liked, mounted the table and lay back along its length between the two women.

"Wank yourself off then!" Arabella's harsh voice commanded.

Claire almost choked but watched in fascination as he gripped his cock and began coaxing it to arousal. A moment or two passed before his cock began to harden and stand upright. It thrilled Claire to watch him, her eyes flicked rapidly over his thighs and chest, then to his face and quickly back to his cock lest she should miss some mall apart of the action. She watched spellbound as his great fist pumped fast up and down his thick rod.

It was so erotic, to have this gorgeous naked man only inches in front of her and playing with himself so unashamedly.

Her pussy gripped in excitement as the man rubbed harder and faster in growing arousal, his hand almost a blur as he pumped his cock furiously.

Arabella ate on almost disinterestedly with only an occasional glance up at the servant.

He groaned and Claire sighed, she squeezed her thighs together as he approached his climax.

"Ahh!" Claire gasped aloud as he came.

A thick stream of his sperm jetting out high into the air and landing in thick globules on his stomach and chest. She felt a terrific surge pass through her and wished that she could have had the privilege of dong it for him.

Arabella rose from her chair, leaned over and covered the end of his cock with her mouth. Her head bobbed and loud sucking noises were heard as she cleaned the servants cock with her mouth.

Several moments passed before she straightened, licking at her lips in satisfaction. Not a hint of embarrassment or excitement showed on her face, it was as though she had just eaten a cream cake and nothing more.

"Come," she said casually to Claire. "Let's walk in the grounds, I have something to tell you."

Claire stood on the front steps in her suit and boots, her legs set wide in a confident and arrogant stance. In her hand she held a riding crop and on her finger a huge gold ring. 'The symbol of acceptance' Arabella had called it when she had presented it to Claire. She glowed, recalling Madam's words as they had walked in the grounds.

" You Claire," Madam had said. "Have proved to be a most worthy student. Whilst your education is not yet complete you have shown rapid and willing acceptance and compliance. You now hold the title of 'Mistress' the ring will ensure that all servants will obey you without question. Today you have a special task, for this weekend we have two house guests, they will arrive shortly and be completely under your command. See to it Claire," Arabella had emphasised. "That they suffer -most miserably."

Claire glanced again at her watch and slapped the crop hard down on her other palm in impatience. The guests were late, not a good start for them she, she thought. The time on the steps had given the opportunity for her to plan their demise, she would certainly make them suffer and that suffering would certainly be miserable indeed.

At last the black limousine swept up the driveway and pulled to a halt at the foot of the steps. The polished bodywork looking regal and so important, the black-tinted windows hiding the occupants from view.

The chauffeur acted dutifully and opened the back door whilst the two suited men got out. They stood in awe, looking up at Claire from the base of the steps, their greedy eyes roaming her body hungrily.

Claire felt pulsing snags of excitement grabbing deep in her vulva, her nipples were hard and pressing against the tight material of her suit; her clitoris too formed a neat little bump at the mound of her mons.

The chauffeur turned to Claire to offer his apologies for the late arrival.

"Madam, the delay was my fault and not…"

"Silence!" Claire snapped angrily from the steps above the three men. "I will deal with you later, now leave us."

She moved to the retaining rail and looked down, her arm pointed the crop distastefully at the two visitors.

"Remove your shoes and socks," she commanded. "And be quick about it."

Both men hesitated and then complied, to stand barefoot on the hard stones of the graveled driveway.

Claire was aware of the men's frequent glances up at her, between her thighs to where the tight suit pulled into the shape of her pussy. Those leering looks pleased her much and her pussy responded by flowing its juices readily within the tight covering.

"Jackets and shirts now – take them off," she ordered coldly. "And walk around as you strip."

She watched them hobbling gingerly over the hard uneven stones, grunting their discomfort as they stripped to the waist.

One was older, in his early fifties she guessed, the other much younger, a son perhaps. Both men were well dressed and fairly fit with good lean bodies. The younger of the two was extremely good looking but that would pull no favours in softening his punishment.

They stood now like two pathetic little puppies waiting for their Master to command them. At the casual wave of the crop in instruction they loosed their trousers and underpants to drop them to the floor.

Claire laughed aloud, enjoying herself greatly as she inspected the naked men and their cocks.

"Small and inadequate," she chuckled. "Your tiny little cocks that you offer offend me."

Her tone then lowered to a menacing growl.

"And for that, you will both suffer."

In long loping strides Claire moved along the terrace and down the steps, aware of the lusting gazes that followed her every movement. At the bottom step she paused.