Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

A little whimper came from Amey as the very interested men came closer, their heads upturned and staring beneath her skirt.

Natalie watched her friend, her hands gripping the rail were bleed white in the power of her grip. Her eyes were wide and excited as she looked down on the gaping men. Her little body was twitching and trembling with the powerful sensations that were obviously pounding through her. As the men moved past and away Amey let out a deep sigh. Her body shook with little convulsions of pleasure and she groaned loudly before slumping forward onto the rail to twitch delightfully as her orgasm gripped her.

Arabella had gathered the servants on the front lawns. Firmly lush and green, well tended and bowling-green short the lawns were flat and large. She arranged the naked men in a single line and sat down on the upholstered sun chair provided.

"The race," she announced loudly and pointed into the distance. "Is twice around the copse and back here, the winner as usual will share my bed tonight. All punches, elbow digs and kicks that these sessions seem to encourage in you all must be directed below the face."

Her tone became harsher.

"I want no repeat of the marking of Paul's pretty face as happened the last time."

She stood and raised her arm in signal.

"Ready!" Her excited voice screeched. "Go!"

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest; the sight of so many naked young men tussling and shoving one another in a frantic race for her favours delighted her so very much. The naked buttocks and strong thighs all pumping furiously in an effort to gain first place. She lowered herself slowly into the chair and watched them running into the distance.

Arabella's fingers stroked idly at her shaven pussy lips and stiffened clitoris as she watched the struggling men battle each other. Two had fallen but only one regained his feet quickly and rejoined the race, that pleased her, it simply added to her excitement.

She rubbed furiously at her sex in an increasing fervor of excitement as the running men reappeared from behind the copse. Her left hand squeezed her left nipple and pulled on the gold ring as she watched the sweating men rushing toward her. Arabella jumped to her feet, her hand rubbing fast on her excited pulsing clitoris. She could see their faces now, the set expressions and the flailing arms that sought to delay their opponents.

Another servant fell, sprawling headlong as he was tripped by the big black man. The fighting became more urgent and spiteful as the finishing line approached. Elbows dug savagely into ribs, feet kicked out at shins and thighs and hands gripped to pull and to punch wildly in their quest to gain the reward of Madam's body.

Arabella shifted her feet apart, two fingers now gripping her clitoris and rubbing hard on her mound. She stiffened and closed her eyes, the swearing and fighting excited her so and all to gain the delights her pussy offered.

As the panting servants gathered eagerly around her Arabella came to climax, she screamed aloud and slumped down onto the grass panting equally as hard as the men.

The servant Clive took command as he always did on these occasions, his instructions were deeply implanted in his brain. He uttered the commands, the wishes of his Mistress to stir the men to follow his lead.

"Rape the fucking bitch, all of us, we'll fuck the rich bitch rotten."

Many hands grabbed at her naked body, rolling her over onto her back. Her legs were pulled apart and an excited servants positioned himself between her thighs. Her hands and arms were pinned to the floor, her breasts crudely fondled by eager grabbing hands and a cock nudged expectantly at her mouth. Arabella grunted in delight as the first cock pushed up inside her wet pussy.

"My boys," she whimpered lovingly. "Take me my boys – all of you."

It was an unusual but thrilling step that Claire had taken. Her husband Robert was tied to a dining room chair in their lounge; his hands roped firmly behind him and his ankles secured to the font legs. He was naked and aroused, his cock stiff and jutting up from his lap as he ogled his wife longing.

She stood confidently and arrogantly before him in a short pleated skirt and white blouse. Her legs covered by the sheer nylon of her black hold-up stockings and her high-heeled shoes forcing her body erect. When she spoke her voice was thick with arousal, the thrill and excitement pumping hard through her.

Something special for you today," she said with difficulty. Her pulsing body throbbed and her throat was dry as she prepared herself. She inched closer to the side of the spare dining chair next to her and called out one word.

"Paul."

Robert sat stunned as her favourite blonde servant entered. Her husband gaped in silent awe as the big muscular servant walked slowly in to the room. His broad hairless chest and thick thighs, his handsome face and the long thick cock dangling semi-erect between his legs.

Paul moved as he had been instructed and sat himself on the chair next to Claire, his cock now standing up ready and excited to show his deep arousal.

"This is Paul," Claire said excitedly. "A very good friend of mine."

She gasped aloud as the servant's hand slipped up to touch the back of her thigh just below the hem of her short skirt.

"Oh God Robert!" She moaned in delight. "He's touching my leg."

Robert watched in silence as his wife's expression changed to a deep and longing smile of sheer bliss. His cock pulsed hard in response to her teasing and the fact that she was allowing another man to touch her. The bitch was loving it, her eyes half-closing in ecstasy as the man's hand touched her.

"His hand is under my skirt now Robert, stroking so nicely at my buttocks."

She gave a soft gasp and whimpered sexily.

"His fingers are probing, slipping under the elastic of my…unnnh! Panties."

"My pussy!" Her voice raised excitedly. "He's touching my pussy!"

Robert was shaking, not in anger but in pure pumping excitement, his eyes flicked greedily at the hem of her skirt in an effort to see the act itself.

Claire let out a deep groan of satisfaction.

"His fingers are up inside me now Robert," she teased sensually. "So thick and wonderful, moving around inside me to feel my warm pussy juices."

Claire gripped the hem of her skirt at the front and raised it to her waist. The moving bulge of the man's hand was clearly visible beneath his wife's panties, it made him groan aloud in deep excitement.

"You dirty little bitch," he uttered.

"Yes," she purred sexily in response. "I am, a very dirty bitch."

As the servant slipped her panties slowly down, Claire held her skirt up with one hand, her other tearing open her blouse buttons.

"He loves my breasts Robert, don't you Paul?"

"Yes Madam," came the dutiful response. "I love to feel them and to kiss them whilst I fuck you."

Robert grunted and tensed, trying desperately to stem his rising climax.

Claire shifted to hover with her back to the servants lap, her pussy just above his erect cock. She lowered herself, moaning in delight as his big cock slipped easily up inside her lubricated pussy. She moaned again as the huge cock filled her completely, both hands holding her skirt high to afford her husband sight of its entry.

"So good Robert," she breathed excitedly.

"So good to have a proper cock up inside me."

As she began to ride the servants cock Robert came, his sperm jetting out forcefully in a high arc of deep excitement. Claire plunged her body wildly down on the stiff rod of flesh to sate her own pounding thrill. She watched her husband in orgasm, reveling in the teasing of him that she had so wanted to prolong but had failed to do.

Paul's hands came around to cup her breasts and he began forcing his hips up to meet her descending buttocks.