Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Claire circled the two men, strutting confidently and proudly around them.

"I shall now beat you soundly. The first of you to come will reap the rewards of my pleasure – the other? Well let's just say – what a shame for him."

They screamed as one when she struck, one in pain and the other in fearful reaction. Stinging lashes that bit cruelly into the soft backs of their thighs. Lash after savage lash stung at them in turn as she moved around the wailing men. Up over their buttocks and shoulders, the soft flesh of their upper arms and the outsides of their thighs all warmed to the taste of the cane.

On and on the beating went, brutal and uncaring as Claire's excitement rose. She felt alive with sensation, the control and the pain she was inflicting was bringing her close to her peak. The younger man grunted and tensed, his cock spat little jerks of sperm jetting out to splatter over his friend's belly and stomach. The older man gagged in disgusted revulsion and that pleased Claire tremendously.

The sight of the two men, pressed cock to cock and in arousal was so electrifying, she was almost at her peak when the older man shot his seed to a loud groan of disgust from his younger partner. It was simply too much for Claire, she relaxed, allowing the pounding waves to fill and wash her body. Her knees tensed to brace herself, her head threw back and she came to a tearing and delightful orgasm.

Arabella had lunched on the patio in the bright sunshine. The huge ham salad and a bottle of chilled white wine had been most agreeable and she sat back feeling relaxed and full.

Three naked servants stood in line and moved closer, their thick cocks jutting out from their bodies expectantly in erection.

"Now!" Arabella said softly. "Which one of you today I wonder."

She gripped the Black servants long cock, her fingers circling and her thumb teasing at the sensitive joint below the head. Her head dipped forward; her red lips kissing lightly on the very tip to draw a low moan of approval from the man. She licked the pinkish head for several moments before repeating the same on the next man.

"Decisions," she said as she withdrew and gripped the third servants cock. "So very difficult to chose."

Arabella closed her mouth over his cock and feed the whole length into her soft mouth, her head bobbing as she savoured his stiff rod.

He came instantly, shooting his hot cream deep into the back of her throat and grunting aloud as his body jerked in pleasure.

"Mmmm," Arabella murmured sexily. "All three of you I think."

Again she sucked and licked to bring the second servant to climax, slipping her head back as he came so as to receive his warm seed over her face. With the black servant, she simply placed her lips against the tip of his cock, parted slightly over the eyehole and teased at his balls. When he came it was with terrific force. The sperm spurted out to dribble from her mouth in thick clinging globules.

Arabella sat back, cleaning her face with her napkin.

"Now," she purred sensually. "Each of you may lick me in turn."

Arabella lay back, stretched her legs and parted them. Her hand pulled the gusset of her little panties aside to offer her shaven pussy ready for the eager tongues.

She wanted to be sure for next Friday, nothing could be – would be -allowed to go wrong. Natalie stood at the park gates mid-afternoon reading the closing times written on the fading wooden plaque. She had found the cross-paths easily and was now desperately trying to work out how to scale the high railings and in the dark too. It was a test, she realised that, not a simple task but one that she was determined to overcome and to comply with.

The park was crowded, the abnormally long spell of good weather had brought sun bathers flocking to the park in droves. Late lunch workers, mothers with children and men, lots and lots of men simply ogling the vast quantity of female flesh on offer. Natalie too had taken advantage of the sunshine with her skimpy clothing but not for the purpose of gaining a tan.

She wore a thin flowery skirt, so short that it barely covered her crotch, stopping just short of it when standing upright. It was delightful in its material and length, accentuating her long slender thighs and making her legs look even longer. Her top was little more than a light-grey vest; two thin straps hung it from her shoulders and it finished just beneath her bra-less breasts to leave her mid-drift bare. The thin material hugged her body and breasts tightly to clearly show the bumps of her excited nipples. Her hair was tied up showing her graceful long neck and adding more to her sparsely clothed appearance.

Her mission today was simple, to identify access to the park and then to show herself off and to gain those wonderful feelings and sensations that flashing brought with it. To gain once more the trill and excitement of offering her body for men's hungry gazes.

A smile broke on her face as the solution of entry came to her, she felt a rush in her body and sighed heavily. The problem was solved, now the really good part of the day was about to begin. Walking confidently, aware of the many admiring and leering looks that she was receiving, Natalie moved deeper into the centre of the park.

Near the middle of the park the path curved round a gently sloping bank of lush green grass. It was here that Natalie chose to wait. She lay back resting on her elbows one knee raised and the other outstretched. Her little skirt had pulled up her thighs almost to her hip, her tiny white panties and most of her upper thighs would be clearly visible to any passers by on the path. The very thought of it brought a rush of those wonderful sensations bubbling through her.

Several minutes passed before a couple rounded the curve, arm in arm they giggled and hugged close in the obvious love for one another. As they came close, the man's gaze fixed on Natalie's upper thighs, his stare incredulous but delighted. His female partner, oblivious at first to the point of his interest, noted his deep fixation and scolded him bluntly as they passed the smiling Natalie.

Two youths were next, even from far off they could be seen nudging each other excitedly and nodding in Natalie's direction.

She responded, raising both knees and parting them idly. Her clitoris gripped in jerking spasms as the obviously delighted youths took full advantage of her offering. Their mouths hung open and eyes were wide in disbelief at their good fortune. Both heads held their stare between her legs as they ambled slowly past. Natalie almost came, it was such a high, a thrilling and ultimate high to have them staring at her lightly covered sex.

For an hour Natalie savoured the admiring glances and lusting stares of various men, the two youths returning again and again to view the display. It was all so good but it simply wasn't enough to feed that gnawing ache deep inside her. Natalie stood, her tight little panties pulling harshly across her firm aroused clitoris to further her need.

She walked, casually and in no particular direction, positioning her route so as to gain the most from the male observers. In an impulsive move she strayed off the path and across the vast open grassed area to a remote part where a sleeping man lay on his back. Natalie stood close to his head, her legs slightly apart and coughed politely.

As his eyes opened sleepily, they locked wide, staring straight up under her little skirt to the firm mound of her pussy.

Natalie stood erect and silent allowing him to ogle her secret place so blatantly. The thrill that she received was tremendous, her whole body quivered with sexual excitement.

"I'm trying to find the toilets," she offered in a helpless little voice and squatted down beside him.