Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

"Calm yourself!" Arabella snapped sharply. "I won't have you attacking my servants."

Natalie halted and turned to Arabella, she was shaking with emotion her fists clenched tightly and her face red with anger. "He attacked my backside last night didn't he?"

"On my instructions yes he did," Arabella retorted firmly. "And you came to orgasm as a result of it – now sit down!"

Natalie had no answer, she backed away slowly and lowered herself into her seat defeated.

"Later, Arabella's soothing voice calmed. "You will have the opportunity to repay his kindness."

"Kindness? Huh!" Natalie snorted in disgust.

"Oh dear," Arabella stated softly but firmly. "It appears that you need some the fight knocked out of you my dear for we simply cannot tolerate personal vendettas here."

Natalie nodded her acceptance of the reprimand.

"I apologise to you Arabella, I've abused your hospitality and I'm very sorry."

Arabella smiled back, her voice low and serious.

"But of course you are my dear, more sorry than you realize, for I will be supervising your punishment."

Natalie cast a nervous glance at Claire and then to Arabella, the set expressions on their faces made her begin to tremble.

Little Amey was hooked, she still couldn't believe that she had actually come simply by opening her legs to man. Natalie had coaxed her and she was thankful to her for it. That day on the coffee shop veranda would remain in her mind for always. Never had she told her friends, nor anyone come to that, but it was her first orgasm ever. Okay she joined in the sexual banter and had always given the impression that she was man -mad but the truth was that she remained a virgin.

Desperate though she was to lose it, her virginity still remained intact. Men simply weren't attracted to tiny women she had told herself many times, but she hadn't convinced herself. That orgasm, the powerful and wonderful sensations that she had received she knew instinctively was merely a taste. What lay ahead, the delights that a cock actually inside her could bring would be so incredible, and she meant now to experience it.

The time was near, she trembled slightly, pulling her robe across her near nakedness as she stood at the lounge window looking eagerly out. She had read it somewhere but couldn't remember exactly where. The story of a bored housewife that phoned salesmen to give her quotes. Once in the privacy of her home they were seduced and frantic sex took place on each occasion. Amey doubted that is was reality but it was a God-given way of getting a man into her house and she had taken it.

She took a deep breath as the car pulled up outside, she rushed to the mirror, checking her hair and wishing the flushed redness on her cheeks to fade rapidly. Trembling fingers pulled the neck of her robe open to show a good amount of tight cleavage that her little black bra had created. She dabbed again drops of her favourite perfume on the sides of her neck, the heady scent adding to her arousal. Her heart missed a beat as the doorbell chimed, she straightened and steeled herself before walking through to the hall.

"Mason's carpets," the suited young man announced formally as she opened the door.

Her stomach gripped in little flutters and she fought to control her quavering voice as she stepped aside to allow him in. The feelings had started already, those wonderful pulling sensations deep inside her vulva. She noticed his furtive glance down the neck of her robe as she closed the door behind him. Her nipples were hard, pressing delightfully against the insides of her bra cups and a rhythmic pulsing in her clitoris nagged constantly. Her pussy was wet and she tingled all over with sexual anticipation and arousal.

Once in the lounge she sat on the settee, crossing her slim legs and allowing the silky robe to fall to the sides. Her legs and thighs were exposed indecently wonderfully she thought, stopping just short of her crotch but only just maintaining her modesty. It thrilled her to see him leering at them as he seated himself opposite.

He busied himself, laying out sample squares of carpet on the floor between them, looking up often to her exposed cleavage as she leaned forward to inspect them. Blonde and young, tall and so very good looking, the man thrilled her so very much. She mentally undressed him, trying to imagine if his cock matched his bulky strong body. Mental images came to her; of him on top of her, his taut little backside pumping into her like a rabbit mating and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

He was talking but she didn't hear him, his voice seemed distant and detached somehow as her interest lurked between his thick thighs.

Amey parted her knees seemingly absently to offer a glimpse of the tight white triangle of her panties for his searching blue eyes. A bolt of powerful sensation shot through her as his eyes flicked beneath her robe to accept the offered view. Casually she shifted and moved, feigning deep interest in the carpet samples but checking frequently the growing bulge in the front of his trousers. Little by little she allowed robe to slip to the sides, the silky material sliding easily against her smooth skin. Her whole thighs were now on show almost up to her hips, the little panties plainly on view including the side strings across her lower hip. The robe joined just around her waist and held precariously by the wrapping cord. Above it and below it her bare flesh was uncovered, soft pale skin that bore the aura of innocence.

Again and again she parted her knees, leaning forward and offering her body so blatantly. It was a heady pounding excitement that throbbed in her little body. Great waves of pure and exquisite pleasure rushed through her body to grip down in her pussy. Each series of waves became stronger, growing in frequency to signal her approaching climax.

"Fuck me," she breathed excitedly without looking up from the samples.

He choked, cleared his throat and sat back startled.

"What? What did you say?"

Little Amey looked up with an impish grin, she stood slowly but confidently. Her hand pulled at the cord around her waist to allow her robe to fall open.

"I said fuck me," she repeated sexily and dropped the robe to the floor.

He sat stunned, his eyes flicking first to her breasts and then to her pussy and back up to her face. He was flushed, very excited and nervous but he stood up self-consciously. The front of his trousers pushed out hard and tent-like in his arousal, he was trembling but delighted, it showed clearly in his expression.

A little gasp slipped from Amey's lips as he stepped forward and took her in his arms. He kissed her passionately as his eager hands groped clumsily at her buttocks. In a heated frenzy of urgent need the two worked as one to remove her bra and panties. Amey's searching hand gripped his long cock as it was freed from his unzippered trousers.

She was alive with pumping excitement, the feel of it, warm and throbbing in her hand, so thick and yet so very nice. A flutter of apprehension soon was dissipated in her longing to feel it inside her.

He kissed her again, her legs raising to clamp around his waist, her arms locked tightly around the back of his neck. He lowered her slowly onto his stiff cock to bring great sighs of appreciation from the kissing Amey. In the big head slipped, pushing her sweet little labia apart and stretching her innocent pink inner lips tightly around his girth. Lower he moved her, paused and then pushed fully home up inside her little body.

A little sigh and whimper came from the little girl before her mouth hungrily sought his again in a fiery passion of longing desire.

The man backed her to the wall, crushing against her frail little body and trapping it, he began pumping hard into her in his excitement. It was a frantic and wild passion that drove them both in urgent need. Seconds only it lasted before he shot his seed deep up inside her little body and Amey came to climax. As he lowered her to the floor, Amey positively glowed, she felt now that she had become a complete woman at last.