Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Faster and faster the couple pounded against one another until finally Claire screamed as she came. Slowly she rose to her feet, copious quantities of his thick seed dribbling from her sated pussy. Claire moved to kneel before her husband, she held his softened cock and smiled up at him.

"Lick me Paul," she said without turning around. "Lick my pussy clean."

Her head descended and she took her husband's soft, wet cock into her mouth. She moaned in contentment as the servant's tongue began probing into her moist pussy from behind.

She had timed it to arrive inside the park just before nine o'clock that Friday night. Natalie slipped in under cover of darkness and staying close to the railings squatted down in the bushes to wait. The keeper's tuneless whistling kept Natalie informed of his whereabouts as the park gates were slammed shut and locked. Her heart beat fast and a slight shiver ran through her despite the thick overcoat that covered her naked body beneath.

She waited in silence, frequent glances at her watch in the semi-darkness of the street lights saw thirty minutes pass before she moved.

It was a strange feeling, to be totally alone within the great park, the darkness simply added an extra thrill to it, a certain naughtiness that couldn't be described. As she found the path and strolled slowly, Natalie opened her coat and held the sides wide, it felt so exhilarating and wonderful to be naked in the night air. Her nipples hardened as did her clitoris, she felt alive with tingling sensation and expectation. In the stillness the only sounds were to be heard were the distant drone of traffic and the clicking of her heels on the Tarmac path.

Her confidence grew despite the long wait until midnight, Natalie slipped off her coat and folded it neatly over her arm. She walked naked, an electric buzz fizzling through her at the excitement of her escapade.

She sat, resting back on the cool soft grass that tickled teasingly at her enflamed pussy lips and thighs. Natalie turned over to lay face down on the soft blades of grass and stretched lazily. The surge that shot through her was intense, her whole body was caressed and stroked by the thin teasing blades.

Natalie pressed her mons onto the ground, her buttocks clenched tightly together as she began to rub herself on the hard ground. Feelings so delightful and powerful came to her, she raised herself on extended arms and increased the pace of her jerking hips. Thus raised, direct pressure was against her hard bud, she worked her legs and hips in tandem to grind her clitoris down onto the ground beneath her.

Faster and faster she rubbed her body, her eyes closed and her mouth hung open as she accepted the wonderful sensations it produced. She whimpered just once before tensing her whole body as it shook with the tearing tremours of orgasm. Natalie slumped down onto the ground, cradling her head on her arms as a pillow to savour the sensations that followed.

She woke with a start, fearful that she might have missed her rendezvous but her watch showed only eleven thirty and she sighed heavily in relief. So long she had waited for this moment now she needed to be ready.

She rose and walked slowly to the appointed place at the crossing paths. There, she folded her coat and placed it on the ground before her, clasped her hands behind her back and hung her head as she had been instructed to so. She closed her eyes and waited.

The sudden snap and the swift application of the handcuffs to her writs were her first indication that anyone was behind her.

"Hello bitch," the velvety smooth female voice droned.

A blindfold was slipped over her head, extinguishing the last remnants of distant street lights to plunge her into an eerie blackness.

Natalie gasped and shuddered as the hand came around her, cupping her right breasts and weighing it lovingly. A shiver of thrill shot through her as the thumb of the hand rubbed against her erect nipple. She could smell the heady perfume of her molester, feel the soft warm breath on her neck and then a second hand cupping up under her buttocks. Shock waves of raw pleasure tore through her deep in her pussy as long fingernails teased at the entrance of her anus. Light kisses started, fluttering tenderly down the side of her neck to thrill further and to excite much more. The silence and the inability to see heightened her sense of being touched.

"I watched you slut," the mysterious voice purred close to her ear. "Watched you rub yourself off on the grass back there."

Natalie gasped, the though of someone actually having seen her brought spears of stabbing pleasure rushing through her. A finger teased at her labia, delving between the backs of her thighs to stroke and caress the swollen lips.

Her molester moved around to Natalie's front, kisses touched lightly on her hard nipples in turn and then sucked the rosy buds into a welcome warm mouth. Moments later the mouth withdrew and then nothing but silence and stillness again. Natalie called out nervously, fearful that she might have been left alone and handcuffed in the park. Slight trembling rippled through her body, her heart beating fast as panic rose within her.

She came to orgasm instantly that the mouth covered hers and the soft warm tongue slipped in between her teeth.

It was her reward Madam had told her, for devotion and service. Claire rested back over the big barrel in the stables her feet tied to steel rings set into the concrete. The strong ropes around her wrists were stretched painfully back and down to be similarly secured far behind her. Her body was forced into an arch, her mons offered high and pussy open, her head face-up about three feet off the floor. She was stretched tightly as it on a rack but bent back and over the hard wooden barrel.

Arabella moved close to her head, parting her thighs to rest her shaven pussy over Claire's mouth. She lit the candle and rolled it around to melt the wax with the flame. Her hands working in a calm and unhurried fashion she reached out over Claire's naked body and tipped the candle.

A muffled scream of raw agony emitted from the tethered girl as the hot candle wax dripped into her navel. Her mouth worked to scream but was hindered by the inflamed pussy lips of Madam pressing down on her.

Drip after drip of hot wax burned cruelly at her tender flesh, tracing a line up in between her breasts. Claire's slight body bucked against its bonds as the next drip fell on her left nipple to send searing pain tearing through her. The right nipple received the same treatment to send white hot pokers of raw agonising pain to her brain.

Claire found herself forcing her tongue eagerly up into Madam's wet pussy as the drips began a downward direction over her body. She whimpered and licked in a fervent hunger and fear mix, the intended goal of the series of hot wax both excited and frightened. Grunting hard and forcing her tongue far up inside Arabella, Claire sought to please and perhaps avoid the coming pain.

She cried out as a searing hot drip landed on her shaven mons. She steeled herself for the next white hot drip to land. Her mouth sucked with all the passion she could muster, her tongue roving rapidly around inside Arabella's warm interior in her effort to placate. A vivid explosion of brilliant colour flashed in her brain and eyes as the searing hot wax burned in her sensitive clitoris. Her slim body bucked and locked rigid, her toes curling and hands bunching into tight fists. At the second drip that hit the side of her clitoris and part of her labia Claire came. A tearing torrent of intense sensation the like of which she had never known ripped through her. Every nerve end was wrenched and ripped to fuel her body's need and to feed the thirsty orgasm that drained her little body.