Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

"I will!" She stated firmly aloud. "I bloody well will."

The cars were parked on the cobbled yard at the rear of the manor that had once seen ponies and traps as the transport of the day. The garage doors had been closed and the three of them were inside the oil smelling interior.

The younger visitor was hanging by his bound wrists, his feet swinging free just inches above the floor and his mouth firmly gagged. His body was crisscrossed with reddened welts that bore testament to the severity of his beat. He hung there in discomfort, bearing his pain but his interest firmly centered on Claire and his companion.

His friend was strapped securely on top of a long narrow bench; his arms pulled down either side and tied tightly to the legs. Strong ropes pinioned his ankles and a wad of sacking had been pushed up under his buttocks to force his hips high. The older man whimpered fearfully as Claire prepared herself out of sight and below the bench.

Claire stood up at last, her face containing a wicked grin and her eyes flashing deep malice and excitement. She wore just a little pair of panties in pure white, a thin chain connect her nipple rings to pull them in toward each other but otherwise she was naked.

She began a low moaning of deep sexual longing, her delicate hand stroking lightly over his tensed thigh. Circling and caressing her fingers inched ever closer to his flaccid cock that lay down between his legs.

"Hard," she murmured sexily. "I want you hard.

He gasped as her fingers brushed briefly against the firm bulge of his ball-sac, his cock twitching as it stirred into life.

"Mmmm," she moaned in a low appreciative growl and brought her head down. "Would you like to feel my warm mouth around your cock?

The man groaned as his cock rose, stiffening steadily to firm upright. The foreskin rolled back to stretch tightly back against his pulsing shaft, the big velvety head exposed in all its glory. His hips pushed up a little expectantly to receive the soft lips on him.

"Ahhh!" He uttered as her soft hand closed around his cock, her fingers circling to grip lightly. "Oh God!" He cried out as Claire rubbed her thumb across the very tip of his cock.

"Good," she praised. "Very good, now we can begin."

She released him and reached under the bench. It was a thin stainless steel rod with a wire attached that she held up for his benefit. Claire smeared the hard pencil-like rod with lubricant and leaned over him.

He grunted and tensed his body as the cold rod was pushed up inside his anus, the little ring of muscles parted easily to accept the invader into his secret place.

"Now," Claire said in a mocking tone. "Your pleasure begins."

When the switch was flicked and the electric current flowed into the rod a bolt of sensation shot through Claire's body. Not that she received any of that charge but one of her own as she watched his body bucking in twisted agony.

His whole body locked rigid as the current flowed into him, his head raising to pull hard against his shoulders and his cock jerking in delightful little spasms. As the current was switched off he let out a great sigh of relief and slumped back onto the bench.

She gave him only a couple of seconds respite before flicking the switch again. Her whole body gripped in wonderful pleasurable sensation as she watched his cock throbbing and pulsing. Tingling shards of feeling flowed into her nipples and her clitoris pulsed its excitement. Deep within her vulva her internal muscles contracted involuntarily to bring a great tide of wonderful pounding thrill.

Again and again she first turned the current on and then off again in an alternating rhythm of exquisite sexual torture. Claire delighted in the little drops of lubricant that squeezed from the eyehole of his cock to show his state of arousal despite his pain. Sensing that he was close to his climax Claire gripped the base of his cock with finger and thumb, pressing hard to stem the flow. Time after time she switched the wrenching current on and off to built and hold his flow of climax. She held him there, hovering on the point of orgasm but never allowing him to tip over the edge to completion.

At last, the hot pulsing in her pussy became unbearable; she leaned close, her lips just an inch above the tip of his cock and opened her mouth wide. As she released the pressure of her thumb his cock exploded to jet a forceful stream of hot sperm up into her waiting mouth. Claire came instantly, pressing her throbbing clitoris against the edge of the table to urge stronger feelings to aid her torrent of orgasmic pulses.

For several moments she rested there, wallowing in the warm feelings of post orgasm before stirring herself with the utmost reluctance from the blissful state.

"Tonight you leave us," she said, her voice quavering and still filled with deep arousal. "I hope you both have enjoyed your stay and will return. As a little parting gift from me, I leave you now to be released later – but with one small addition."

Claire removed the rod from the man's backside and attached a tiny crocodile clip to the loose skin of his scrotum. She moved then to do the same to the suspended younger man. As she set the timer and clicked the switch, the first pulse of current shot into the small clips. Both their cocks jerked in a split-second of contraction before relaxing again. About ten seconds passed before once again the current surged to jerk the flaccid cocks briefly before subsiding again.

"Every ten seconds you will receive a charge, not powerful but sufficient to ensure that you don't lose interest. During the coming hours you should climax many times."

Claire walked to the garage door and paused.

"If you return here again, you may thank me then for your pleasure to come."

She stepped out of the garages and closed the door firmly behind her.

The little coffee house near the main gates of the park was quiet, mid-week saw few visitors to it even in good weather. The two girls sat on the raised veranda next to the railings looking down on the passers by.

Natalie shifted her chair closer to the railing, rested her elbows on the top rail and parted her knees wide.

"Watch this," she said excitedly and nodded in the direction of the tall middle-aged man entering the park through the wide gates. He noticed the girls from a distance, glancing up at them frequently as he came near and nearer to them. His interest taken, his gaze dropped to the parted thighs of Natalie pressed as she was against the thin railings. Her little skirt had pulled high up her thighs hiding nothing from view. He walked, his head turned up and toward her as he slowed his pace and passed beneath them.

"Mmmm," Natalie groaned in pleasure. "Horny eh? Did you see his expression?"

Amey sat spellbound, she nodded excitedly, her eyes wide and nostrils flaring sexual thrill.

"Could he have seen your knickers from down there," her squeaky little voice asked excitedly.

"Doubt it," Natalie said in a thick low voice. "I'm not wearing any."

A deep groan emitted from Amey, her face was flushed and her whole body was trembling in excited anticipation.

"Your turn," Natalie stated casually and turned sideways closing her legs.

She watched as the petite Amey positioned herself, her little hands gripping the rail hard in front of her as though she might fall. Her knees parted and then parted wider as her confidence grew.

"Two of them," Natalie whispered hoarsely. "Two blokes heading this way."

Amey sat upright, her little thighs offered open beneath the mini-skirt and her face etched with a pained expression of sheer excitement. As the men approached she braced herself, her teeth chewing nervously at her bottom lip.

"They've seen you," Natalie said urgently. "Look! They're nudging one another."