Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Claire accepted the offerd tea cup and sat back stirring idly with the spoon, her thoughts distant and filling.

Arabella continued. "Natalie is due here soon and from what you have told me she is already hooked. Amey, sweet little Amey I know to be not only shy and timid but a veritable furnace of burning desire beneath. Louise afterwards and we both know here tremendous sexual needs."

Claire could only agree with all that had been said.

"Three more additions in as many months, you see now why I will need a strong and trusted assistant. Think on it Claire but let me have your answer soon."

"If I don't agree?" Claire asked.

"Nothing changes, you are still welcome here at any time you wish to visit – and I would hope that would be very often."

Claire stood up, using her hand to signal casually to the servant to follow her.

"Okay, I'll consider it and let you know by mid-week is that okay?"

"Marvelous," Arabella purred.

"Now, sadly, duty calls. Men to beat and all that," Claire giggled and strode off down the steps and across the lawns towards the copse.

The visitors were tilted forwards at an uncomfortable forty-five degree angle, their arms pulled back behind them and upward. A rope attached to their wrists looped over a branch high above them to wrench their arms high and shoulders painfully against the joints. Their feet were spread wide and tied securely to a wooden pole that held their ankles agonisingly far apart. Ball gags were fitted into their mouths and rubber butt-plugs had been forced up inside their anuses. As an added discomfort Claire had attached small weights to the nipple clamps that bit cruelly into their tender buds.

"So my beauties!" Claire announced loudly as she reached them. "Are we enjoying ourselves?"

Not even a grunted reply came from the gagged men.

She paced slowly around them, her auburn hair shimmering a reddish hue in the sunshine. Her now bronzed skin a deep copper against the jet-black of her bra and panties. The long black boots added to her air of authority as she regarded the imprisoned pair.

"Do I take it that you have learned not to defy me?"

Both men nodded rapidly.

Claire moved behind the younger man, slipped her hand around him and gripped his cock. She teased and coaxed him to erection before releasing her grip and moving away.

"Mmmh!" We will see," she stated unconvinced. "You will remain here a little longer in the sunshine, call it my little reward for your obedience."

Deep muffled groans of despair were the response to her statement.

"Two things I shall leave you with though to help you through your pleasant morning. Firstly, the marks of my crop and secondly a liberal coating of jam on your cocks. We wouldn't want to deny the ants and wasps their lunches would we now?"

Both the men's heads raised, pitiful pleading eyes implored her to relent but she simply laughed aloud in answer.

"Unnh!" Claire grunted as she lashed at the younger man's outer thigh. The surge of sensation, the first of the morning felt so sweet and powerful as it rushed through her entire body. A bolt of feeling gripped in her pussy as she lashed at his other leg. Each cruel lash she gave him brought more powerful and intense sensations. The way his body bucked and twisted against his bonds delighted her more and she gave him extra lashes in her wild state of arousal.

The older man received less lashes but those administered were equally harsh and unforgiving in the force that they were delivered with. At last she stopped, panting hard and trembling with excitement.

She watched as the servant knelt to apply the jam, an erotic sight to Claire seeing one man stroke the cock of another.

Claire slipped off her panties and leaned back against a tree, her legs splayed wide and her pussy offered.

"Fuck me," she told the servant.

He came to her, standing between her open legs and pushing his long cock up inside her. He began a rough thrusting that jarred Claire's body on each powerful inward stroke. The coarse bark of the tree scratched at her back, his hard pubic bone slammed against her clitoris to sent her to the highest plane of arousal.

Claire's hands gripped his shoulders, the long fingernails digging deeply into his firm flesh. Her body shook under the hard pounding of his body against her as she was slammed against the tree. She cried out as he rammed hard into her and then screamed as she came to orgasm. Flashing lights of blinding brilliance filled her brain, her body warmed and rippled in pleasure. He spurted up inside her to complete the act and her satisfaction. She knew then, at that very moment what her answer to Arabella would be.

"Are you mad?" Little Amey asked unable to disguise the excitement in her voice. "Showing yourself off to men in public!"

"Its great!" Natalie responded smiling and sat down at the small kitchen table opposite her friend.

She leaned forward, her hands clasped on the table in front of her, her eyes wide in excitement and her voice full of enthusiasm.

"So horny and thrilling. The way they look and leer. They want me, to touch and to feel me but they can't, they can only look and long for me."

"Oh God," Amey muttered.

"They get hard, their cocks stiffen in their trousers, simply dying to get it up me or into my mouth."

"Your mouth!" Amey squealed in surprise. "Did you say your mouth?"

Natalie's face was flushed and excited.

"Mmmm, to taste a hard cock, to lick it and suck it is so…well, out of this world."

Amey sat silently staring, her face reddening and her hand resting between her legs beneath the table.

"You seem to know all – I could never – you know show myself off like that."

"But you could!" Natalie enthused. It's so easy," she voiced lowered to a sensual drawl. "And so very bloody exciting."

Amey swallowed and secretly pressed her hand against her clitoris.

"Show me!" She said excitedly.

Natalie smiled.

"What? Take you with me or show you what I do here and now?"

Amey uttered a little murmur when she replied. Her voice was thick and quavering, her little body trembling in excited anticipation and sexual pounding.

"Both."

Natalie paused, smiling, then her expression changed to a sensual look of deep sexual offering. Her hand moved to the neck of her blouse and began unfastening the buttons.

Amey watched fascinated and thrilled as the tight, firm swell of Natalie's breasts became exposed.

"Now you," Natalie probed gently.

"Me! But I couldn't! I really couldn't."

"Do it," Natalie growled in a low and firm voice.

The young brunette swallowed hard and then followed suit, her movements clumsy and non sensual.

Natalie pulled her blouse open and then watched as Amey's neat little bra and pert breasts came in to view.

"Feel good?" Natalie asked.

"Different, but yes, nice and well – sort of sexy."

"With a man watching you it would be more than just sexy, it's more orgasm inducing stuff."

"Huh!" Amey sighed wistfully. "Chance would be a fine thing."

Natalie stood up and turned, she bent down to touch her shoes fully aware that her little skirt would be pulled up over her buttocks.

Amey gave a little gasp and took-in the slender upper thigh of her friend, the way the tiny little panties pulled in between her firm rounded buttocks. But most of all the firm pouch created by the way the material hugged her pussy lips.

"Oh God Natalie, I see what you mean But do you really do that for men?"

Natalie stood and turned to face her.

"Definitely and much more too. Come with me she urged her friend. Come along with me this afternoon and try it for yourself."

The young girl sat silently for a moment, her thighs squeezing together rhythmically to crush her labia around her hardened clitoris.