Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Her knees were parted, the whole of her thinly veiled pussy offered between her open thighs. The charge almost brought her off, a heavy thumping that made her head swim in distant and detached mistiness.

"I need to pee," she said softly, her voice thick and sensual.

The man had roused himself onto one elbow, his stare however had had not moved from under her skirt. He tried to speak but no words came, one hand gripped the front of his trousers to ease the pressure on his erection.

Natalie slipped one hand down under her skirt and hooked her finger under the elastic of her panties. She paused there teasingly.

"Should I?" She asked sexily.

The man simply nodded his agreement, his face flushed with excitement.

Natalie lifted the elastic and pulled her panties aside to show her hairy coated pussy stretched wide and open. It was perhaps a combination of the powerful tugging at her insides and the build-up of the thrill and excitement over a long period that made it happen. Her bladder began to empty as she squatted before him, the steaming flow jetting powerfully out of her body onto the grass below. Spread and exposed her labia was pulled apart and her pulsing clitoris jutting out in erection.

Never before would she have believed it could be possible but she came to orgasm as she peed. A long and satisfying stream of golden liquid and an equally long and satisfying orgasm that tore through her body in delightful little shudders. She allowed herself frequent glances at the man's face and his amazed expression simply added to the thrill.

Natalie casually accepted his handkerchief and slowly wiped herself dry with it. She replaced her panties to cover her pussy and stood up.

"Thank you so much," she said brightly, turned and walked away.

The two visitors were tied seated and naked on high-backed dining chairs in the study. They had been there four nearly four hours since Claire had left them to brood and think.

She entered theatrically, slamming the door behind her noisily for effect. She was naked, just her ankles boots and black hold-up stockings to cover her bareness.

Both the men's leering gazes followed her progress as she walked toward them. Already their cocks were stirring to hardness, twitching into life and beginning to rise. She posed and pouted, waiting until the full erections were attained and delighting in the lusting looks at her naked body.

She straddled the elder man's thighs, hovering her pussy tantalisingly above the tip of his cock. Her hands rested now on her shoulders and she gradually lowered herself down onto him. Claire halted when the head of his cock was just inside her, she smiled down at his beaming face and pouted her red lips.

"Like me to take it all up me?"

He nodded and grunted his delight in response. His desperate need obvious in his puppy-like pleading eyes.

She simply hovered there as she was and began flexing her internal muscles to grip and relax around the head inside her.

The man groaned, a pained and urgent moaning from deep in his throat. He longed to feel all of his cock inside her, to savour her warm wet body around him. Her youthful and fresh body that could bring such wonderful sensations but he was denied them all. He watched her taut stomach undulating before his face, her firm mons and heavy breasts all moving sensually as her body gripped him.

Clench and relax, clench and relax was the pulsing rhythm that Claire took up. Her thigh muscles were tensed as were her buttock muscles to hold her steady above him.

The man cried out, he tried to shift his hips and raise himself to get more of his cock inside her but she countered his move. Just the head remained inside to tantalise him mercilessly.

"Please!" He pleaded pitifully. "Please!"

Claire ignored him and continued pumping her muscles around his cock and reveling in his discomfort.

The man grunted several times.

"Oh God!" He muttered and then tensed.

Claire felt his cock twitch inside her and then a warm coating of his sperm as it spurted up inside her stretched pussy. She grunted loudly in satisfaction and moved back and away from him.

Sperm trickled down the inside of her thigh as she moved around to the younger man. Claire straddled him and lowered herself fully down on his stiff cock until his pubic bone pressed against her clitoris. She kissed him full on the lips and then started working her inner muscles once again.

He cried out in pleasure, his voice faltering as he groaned his deep satisfaction.

Her hands gripped his head, her fingers entwining spitefully in his hair and she began to chuckle. She screwed her hands around to bring a sharp yelp of pain from the cringing man. Again and again she twisted and her body pulsed its delight at her sadism.

"Like me to move on you wouldn't you?" She teased. "But I won't."

"Bitch!" He spat angrily in frustration.

She laughed and then gripped her internal muscles tightly around him and held him like that.

He tensed and grunted, his face contorted in a mask of pained pleasure until she released her grip.

"Is it nice," she mocked. "To feel your friend's come all around your cock? He shot his load up inside me remember and now his seed is coating your dick."

She laughed aloud at his look of sheer revulsion and gripped him again. Claire increased the pace, pumping his cock to milk it of its sperm. Her wet, warmth clamping hard around the whole length and girth of his throbbing cock.

His revulsion forgotten in his pleasure the man's eyes closed and his body tensed ready to receive his orgasm.

Claire sensed his approaching climax and stopped, she stood up, lifting herself off him and standing back.

"Fucking bitch!" The man's screamed at her. "You rotten fucking teaser!"

Claire's expression became serious, she stepped forward and slapped his face so hard that his head was jarred to the side.

"That," she stated coldly. "Was a very silly mistake indeed."

The two women sat at the small table on the terrace taking breakfast. Arabella was finishing her boiled egg and toast she looked down over the verdant green lawns to the small copse beyond.

"Our visitors?" She asked casually and began spreading butter on her third piece of toast.

Claire sipped at her Windsor tea from the enormous breakfast cup.

"Shall we just say I have left them in suspension."

Arabella nodded her understanding.

"You have done well Claire, I should like to make you an offer."

Claire giggled impishly and quipped.

"My pussy is still a little sore from that machine of yours but I'm sure we could find some other way of enjoying ourselves."

"That of course is always on the menu but my offer is a little more serious," Arabella said firmly. "I have watched your progress, the way you have adapted so readily. You are a natural Claire and I want you here."

"What to live here you mean?"

"If you wish, we can certainly accommodate you, although living here wouldn't be a requirement. My staff need a firm hand to control them, I have plans Claire for this place and those plans are rapidly coming to fruition, I need your assistance as part of those plans."

Claire felt both complicated and excited by the offer, she sat silently absorbing the ramifications.

"You are unsure," Arabella stated as she refilled their cups from the silver teapot.

"Not so much unsure as, well, wondering how it will affect my other life away from the manor."

"It need not, we could come to a part-time arrangement at first to ensure a smooth transition, weekends and perhaps two weekdays. I would of course supply a car for you to get here, a room of your own to be used when you visit and expenses on top of a mutually agreed salary."